Red Mist
Vera smiled
shyly as she stepped out of the wine bar, and started to walk down the main
road, drawing admiring looks from some of the men – and she knew that she was
doing this, and enjoyed doing this. The thirty
year old woman had long blonde hair, the wind blowing softly through it, and
smiled as she walked along.
She was wearing
a floral print blouse wrapped round her and tied at the side, red and brown on
black, and a short red skirt with a small split at the hem. He long legs were in dark hose, and a pair of
knee length red fabric boots completed her outfit. She was confident in herself and the way she
looked – so she didn’t pay too much attention to the young man who was walking
along behind her, watching the way she moved, the way her bottom wriggled under
the tight skirt, the click of each step…
It was a half
hour later that Vera turned and walked the short path to the front door of her
house, the man looking at her and then turning down the side street. She unlocked the front door and walked in,
pressing a button on the telephone and listening to the messages – a friend
asking if she was coming out later. It
sounded like a good idea to her, as she walked up to the toilet.
It was as she
walked back down that thing started to change from her perspective. As she walked past the door to her main room,
she was taken by surprise, a latex gloved hand grabbing her and covering her
mouth as she was pulled back in. The
room was dim, the curtains pulled over the windows, but she could feel someone
behind her, and then she heard the voice.
“Lady, stop
struggling and do what I tell you to do, or I cut you.”
Vera glanced to
her side and saw the glint on the thin metal blade – one of her own kitchen
knives, as she stopped and looked at it.
“You going to
do what I say?”
Vera slowly
nodded as the man said “good – I’m going to take my hand away – but if you
scream or raise the alarm, you will not enjoy what comes after. Nod if you understand?”
Vera slowly
nodded, as the hand was taken away and she was pushed toward the long
couch. Falling on it, she turned and
sat, looking at the man who was standing there.
He had a black balaclava over his head, only his thin lips and piercing
blue eyes showing, and was wearing a black jumper and pants, the white latex
gloves covering his hands.
“What’s your
name?”
“Vera,” she
whispered, “please, just take what you want, I won’t raise the alarm…”
“I know you
won’t,” the man said quietly as he stood in front of her, “because you will do
exactly what I tell you to do. Understood?” As she nodded, he said “good. Lie face down on the couch, and put your
hands behind your back.”
Vera slowly did
as he asked, shaking as she looked to the side and saw him reach into his pocket,
taking out a length of thin white cord before he took her arms and crossed her
wrists behind her back. She could feel
the thin rope as it bit into the flesh round her wrists, forcing them together
as he took the cord around and between her arms.
She then felt
him cross and bind her ankles in the same way, feeling his hands on her legs
before he rolled her onto her side and looked at her.
“Jewellery,
money, valuables – where are they?”
As Vera
struggled on the couch, she said “in my bedroom, in the drawers – please, just
taker what you want and lhffmhhllhnnhghdd.”
Her words were
muffled as he pushed a white cloth into her mouth, the edges sticking out
before he said “if you spit that out, I hurt you” and walked out of the
room. She lay there, hearing the noises
in the street outside, too scared to move, too scared to call out.
There was something
else as she struggled – she could feel the fastening of her blouse starting to
work loose, and she prayed he would not notice…
It seemed like
an eternity before she heard him walking back down, and looked at the doorway
as the masked man walked in, placing a rucksack on the floor. He knelt down and stroked her hair from her
face, before he said “are you afraid?”
“Yhshshmmm,”
Vera mumbled, the cloth now soaking wet in her mouth.
“Well, if you
please me, then I will take the fear away, he said with a smile, “I want you to
kneel on the floor for me.”
“Wshhhtt?”
“I said,” the
man repeated, more angrily this time as he forced Vera to roll off the couch
and land on her knees, “kneel on the floor.”
As she did so, the side fastening on her blouse came loose and it
flapped in the air.
She wondered
what he was going to do – and her fears were not abated when he pulled her
blouse down her arms, exposing her red strapless bra as she noticed the
goosebumps on her chest. She saw the
latex gloved hand come round and gently trace a finger over them, before the
rope was passed round her body, pulled tight under her chest as her arms were
forced into her sides.
He then wrapped
the rope around her again and again, two bands forming that framed her chest as
it forced her breasts up and out, locking her arms in place so that she had
control her breathing. She knew it was
going to be impossible for her to get free from this, but other thoughts were
starting to creep into her mind.
She could feel
his hot breath on her bare shoulders, feel the stroke of his gloved hands on
her body, and both made her shiver for different reasons. IT only got worse as he pulled the bands
together behind her back, and then took the rope over one shoulder. Vera watched as he fed the rope down between
her breasts and under the lower band, and then pulled it sharply up, making her
grunt as he took the rope over her other shoulder, and secured it. The rope was now rubbing on her breasts,
forming almost a second bra as they were held more prominently.
She wondered
what he was going to do next, and then she found out as he reached round and
started to grope her chest, his fingers kneading and massaging her as she
struggled to get him off her. That only
had the effect of making him grip more strongly, as she felt them firming under
the pressure, her body responding to the touch in spite of the situation.
But it wasn’t
just her body, as she was pushed back against him, and she could feel something
else pressing against her skirt – a large, throbbing lump as he continued to
knead her breasts. She was sacred of
what that might mean, but something else was stirring inside her now – and she
wasn’t sure how to describe it. There
was a feeling she should help him, push herself forward and move in the time to
his massage…
“No – that’s wrong,”
her mind screamed, but she felt herself start to do it, as she closed her
eyes. She was then pulled back against
him, the grip even stronger than before as she felt how hard her nipples had
become.
So when he unfastened
and removed her bra, the ropes now rubbing on the bare flesh, his gloved fingers
gently squeezing her nipples as she closed her eyes and groaned. This was wrong, it was totally wrong…
It felt so
different, but it was so wrong…
It felt…
Felt…
She started to
move her bottom against him in a reflex action, hearing him sigh as she did so,
her animal brain winning the fight over the rational one as she wondered what
he was going to do to her next.
So when he
stopped, Vera opened her eyes and watched as he stood in front of her, the bulge
evident in his pants – and then he opened the front, and she saw it, large,
prominent, and she wondered if he was going to…
“Kiss it.”
She looked up
again at him, and saw the knife in his hand as he whispered “kiss it.” Vera nodded and shuffled forward, afraid of
what he might do as she pressed her lips against it, the cloth in her mouth
brushing over it as she did so.
She then looked
back up at him as he reached down, and pulled the cloth out, a long line of
saliva slowly dropping off it as he held it in her hand. “Go on,” he said quietly, “kiss it
again.” Vera nodded and kissed it, hearing
his sigh, and knowing what he was going to ask her to do next. So she put her lips over the top, kissed it
and then pulled back.
“You’ve done
this before, haven’t you?”
Vera nodded –
admittedly, not with her upper body tied as if she was a chicken ready for the
oven, but with some past boyfriends she had pleasured them this way, so she
knew what he was asking her to do, what she had no choice but to do. She slowly opened her mouth and placed it
over his cock, gently kissing it and then pulling back, her lips making a soft
popping sound as she looked at him, and said “please…”
“Go on…”
Vera swallowed
and repeated the process, running her tongue over the bottom of it as she
sucked it, and then tried to push it out – only for the man to gran her head
and make sure it stayed there, so she started to use her tongue to move it to
and from, feeling it rubbing no her tongue as it started to engorge, to fill
her mouth even more. Somewhere in her
mind, she knew it was wrong, but other feelings were taking over as well, warm
memories as she closed her eyes, and continued to gently kiss and suck, to play
with it as it grew larger and larger,. The pressure on her tongue increasing as
she felt the throbbing from him.
She felt his
hand son her head, making sure she could not stop as he groaned. It was obvious it was having the desired
effect on him, and she had to hope that this was all he was going to make her
do…
“Yes… Yes…”
Suddenly she felt
him jerk, and knew what was going to happen.
Vera braced herself, and then felt the surge of semen hit the back of
her throat as he gave all he could to her, holding her head and forcing her to
swallow it down as he kept cumming.
There seemed to be no end to it, as the hot sticky fluid filled her
mouth and she swallowed as quickly as she could to swallow…
Eventually,
however, she felt him stop, but she kept her lips over him until she had
swallowed all she could, only then letting him go as a thin white line ran
slowly down her chin from the corner of her mouth. Through misty eyes, she saw him kneel down
and reach round her, feeling the skirt get looser as he unzipped the fastening
and let it fall slowly to her knees. He
then pulled her hose down, and took a hand between her legs.
Vera’s eyes
opened wide as she felt him run a gloved finger up between her legs – she had
been unaware of what exactly was happening to her, but as she felt the dampness
pressed against her, she shivered.
“Oh my god,”
she whispered as he pushed her back so that she sat down, stretching her legs
out in front of herself as he sat across her legs, and used the knife to cut
her panties away. She knew what he was intending
now as he folded the silk in to a pad, and used it to wipe her chin before he
uttered the words she had been dreading.
“Open your
mouth.”
“Please…” Her pleas fell on deaf ears as he pulled back
on her hair, waiting until she opened her mouth to protest before he stuffed
the damp silk inside. For her part, Vera
had to stop herself from choking, as he moved down and untied her ankles, then
removed her boots and her hose.
It didn’t
surprise her as he stuffed the gusset of her hose into her mouth as well, and
then tied the legs tightly round her head to keep them in place. She groaned softly, and then watched as he
bent her legs and secured her ankles to her thighs with more rope – and then
knelt between her frog tied legs, smiling before he knelt down and kissed her
between her legs.
The shock that
ran through her made her gasp, as his lips and tongue stroked over her sex –
she had not realised just how sensitive she had become down there, but he must
have, and he continued to use his tongue on her she started to shake again,
more strongly with each touch.
She closed her
eyes and put her head back, sinking into a pure animalistic state as he worked
on her, licking the juices which were starting to flow from inside her, but it
was the way she felt, the power, the fire inside her that was growing.
She was aware
of him moving up her, kissing her belly, and then his lips on her breasts,
kissing her and then encircling her nipples, sucking gently on each side as his
tongue ran over them, and the shocks just seemed to intensify with each kiss,
each stroke, each suck…
“Hmhhghhddd,”
Vera groaned as she pressed her hips up, rubbing on his crotch as he did this, feeling
that his own body was responding in kind as he continued, and then he looked at
her, before unbuckling his pants and pulling them right down.
“Hruuhhh…” She nodded as he took a small foil square
from his pocket and opened it, taking the condom out and slipping it over his
engorged cock as she closed her eyes…
She then felt
him enter her, gripping him with her own muscles as she closed her legs around
him, allowing him to move to and fro as she started to push herself up against
him while he continued to kiss and suck on her breasts. The ropes were rubbing even more on them, but
now it felt as if they were taking her to a new place, as she realized her
helplessness meant she had no choice but to let this happen…
She could hear
his grunts as he pushed harder, further in, as he grew larger again inside her,
but this time he was rubbing on some very sensitive, very special spots as she
moaned more loudly. She pushed herself
up, gripping him as he moved in her, feeling the throbbing as she felt the fire
he was stoking inside her. Against her
will, true, but the fire was beginning to burn so brightly, so hotly now she
did not want it to stop…
And then it
happened as she threw her head back, her whole body shaking as the fire
engulfed her, making her scream into the gag as her body convulsed and shook in
the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced.
She was dimly aware of him cumming inside her as well and of his grunts,
but they were mingled with her own noises, her own pleasure, her own feelings…
Eventually she
collapsed onto her back, panting softly as the man looked at her, and then
removed the condom before he pulled her own pants up. Vera looked up at him, as he took another
length of rope and slipped it under her waist, tying the ends at her belly
button and letting the rope drop between her legs, before he rolled her over.
“Hmhghdhdd” she
groaned as he pulled the rope up and back, feeling it slip between the damp
lips of her sex and rub on it as he tied the ends to her chest ropes, and then
pulled her ankles back, securing each of them to the new rope between her legs
so that as she tried to move, it rubbed more and more.
“Thank you,” he
said quietly as she rolled onto her side and looked at him through mist filled
eyes, the pleasure starting to build again.
“I’m sure someone will come and free you soon.”
She watched as
he left, and then started to struggle as the ropes worked on her. She had about an hour before he returned –
and she knew her boyfriend would want her to be free…