Answered Prayer
When you get
to my age, it’s often a struggle to believe someone may still find you
attractive, despite the efforts you make to try and find someone to be your
special one. Now, I know a lady should
never discuss her age, but as I guess it’s important I’ll tell you – I’m sixty,
but I look younger. I was married for
twenty five years, but my husband died of a heart attack, and – well, it took
me a long time to get over it.
He left me
reasonably well off, however, so I have a house I like and a good income, both
from the estate and from my work. The
loneliness, however, just seemed to have got worse over the last year or so, so
I started to go to some of those singles nights you see advertised on the
television.
Which is
where I had been on this particular night – I had gone to the hairdressers
earlier that day, and had my hair cut, and then dyed a deep cooper red shade. For the event, I had decided to dress up a
little – I can carry off the look with my body – so I wore a black bustier
dress, made of lycra and cotton so that it hugged my curves from my chest to my
thighs, black stockings and a pair of over the knee black leather boots with a
white stiletto heel. Over the dress, I
put on a sheer long sleeved blouse, black with white polka dots. I also put on my rings, silver bracelets, and
a crucifix that sat on my chest.
The event
itself took place at a local nightclub, and I got there in good time, met a few
people, had a few drinks – but I have to admit, there was nobody there that
really interested me, that I wanted to get to know better. So, while a pleasant way to pass a few hours,
I made my way home alone, and wondering how I was going to meet Mister Right.
Opening my
front door, I came in, closed the door behind myself, and put my keys into the
bowl. My intention was to have a drink,
go to bed – but I had a very different night in front of me.
The first
hint of that was when a leather gloved hand was clamped over my mouth, making
me gasp as I said “Whhrtthhllll” I heard
a quiet male voice behind me say “do not say a word, dear lady, not a word, so
long as you do what I say, I promise you that you will not be hurt. Nod if you understand.”
Well, what
choice did I have? I nodded slowly as he
said “very good. When I take my hand
away, you will open your mouth.” I
nodded again, and as he took his hand away I opened my mouth – and then felt
the rolled up cloth as he pushed it in there, filling my mouth, pressing my
tongue down and stopping me from talking.
It very nearly stopped me from breathing as well, as I managed to
control myself.
“Very good,”
the voice said, “now very slowly, put your hands behind your back.” I nodded as I did what he had asked, then
felt cold metal as a pair of handcuffs was snapped onto my wrists, holding them
firmly together. I was then held by the
shoulders, and guided into the front room of my house. The curtains were drawn over the windows, and
as he turned round I saw him. He was
wearing an open collared shirt and grey pants, as well as latex gloves – and a
stocking over his head, blurring his features.
“Do as I tell
you, and you won’t get hurt,” he said quietly, “now, kneel down, and stay
still.” As I did so, I saw him take out
of a large canvas bag another set of handcuffs, which he held as he walked
behind me. I felt the metal as my ankles
were secured together, and then he sat down and looked at me.
“I want you
to stay here,” he said quietly as I noticed my telephone sitting on the seat of
one of my chairs, very forcibly disconnected, “while I see what you have to
steal. If you move, I will know, and you
will regret it. Do not spit that cloth
out, or you will regret it. Nod if you
understand.”
Well, I was
too scared to do anything other than nod, as he stood up and walked out of the
room. The metal was rubbing against my
wrists, but I really was too scared to do more than stare at the walls, hoping
he would finish soon.
An hour
passed, before he came back down, holding a bag which I could tell had all my
valuables in there. He placed that on a
seat, and then looked at me, as he sat down.
“Thank you for not moving,” he said quietly, “I think you deserve a
reward for what you did.”
“Pllssjjstsgg,”
I said, but instead he knelt down in front of me.
“Oh no,” he
said quietly, “I think you deserve so much more than me just leaving you. I think you deserve my very special
attention.”
“Whtdummnnnn...” I was genuinely taken by surprise, as he
suddenly grabbed my chest with his gloved hands, and started to press hard on
them, kneading with his fingers. I had
no way of escaping the groping, even as I felt my breasts start to firm up as I
tried to back away.
“Do you not
enjoy this?” I shook my head, then
watched as he went to the bag – and drew out a very large, and very real
hunting knife. “I think you will enjoy
this,” he said quietly as he walked over to me, the knife gleaming in the
light, and then pulled the wet cloth out of my mouth.
“What do you
mean...” I watched as he slowly
unfastened his pants, and let them drop to the floor, as I stared at the
engorged organ that was in front of my eyes.
“Oh on,” I said quietly, “you cannot...”
“I can,” he
said quietly as he grabbed my hair with one hand, and held the knife to the
side of my neck with the other, “and you will.
And you will make a good job of it, or I promise you, you will regret
it.”
“No – please
I...”
“Kiss it.”
I felt the
knife as it was pressed gently to my neck, and nodded slowly, leaning forward
and kissing his cock with my lips. It
tasted slightly salty and musty, but I knew he wanted me to keep going, so I
moved my lips up and down his cock, hearing him groan slightly as I do so.
“Good, good –
now keep going.” I nodded as I moved my
head up and down, and then felt it get firmer and raise slightly. As it did that, my lips touched the tip of
his cock, and he said “you know what to do now – take it.”
“Please...”
“Do it,” he
whispered as I felt the knife again, and I opened my mouth slightly, kissing
the top and then pulling it back. I
looked into his covered eyes and saw nothing but anger, so I opened my lips
more and placed it over his cock, before pulling back again, my lips popping as
I did so.
“Keep going.”
Nodding, I
took him in more fully, and started to use my tongue on him, too afraid of what
he might do to me not to do this. I also
started to use my tongue on his cock, sucking gently as I tried to remember how
I used to do this for my husband. The
memory came back, however, as I felt his cock growing in response, pressing my
tongue down even as I moved it over, and I could feel the throbbing as it
started.
“that’s
right,” I heard him say as he held my head in both hands, not allowing me to
move back as I was forced to continue to suck him, the cock getting larger as
it filled my mouth, the throbbing intensifying as it did so. I heard him groaning as he pushed forward,
the tip now touching the back of my throat as he grew larger and larger, the
throbbing getting so intense it was a constant pulse, almost as if something
was building...
And it was,
as without warning he came in my mouth, the hot fluid flowing down the back of
my throat, my lips forming a seal around the base of his cock as I was forced
to swallow every salty, hot drop of his cum.
I tried to ignore the taste – and the strange warmth on myself as I did
so. Eventually, he let go of my head,
and I coughed and spluttered as a small trial escaped from the side of my
mouth.
“There –
wasn’t that a nice reward,” he said as he wiped my chin with the cloth, and
then pushed the cloth back in, before he took from the bag a wide roll of white
tape. I watched as he tore a long strip
off, and then pressed it firmly over my mouth, keeping the cloth inside as I
looked at him.
“Plssslfmlnnnn...”
“Hush,” he
said as he walked behind me, “hush – the night is young, and we have so much
more to do.” I wondered what he meant by
that, and then grunted as his hands reached round, and started to massage my
chest as firmly as he had done before. This
time, however, it felt different, as I struggled to cope with the cloth and the
after taste in my mouth. It felt as if
my body was responding in a very different way than before, a way I had not
felt for years. I groaned as my breasts
grew firmer, and his fingers and hands continued to knead them.
“Whruddnnnn...”
“Shhh,” he
said as he stopped, and then pulled my jacket down my arms, the cool air on my
upper chest making me shiver. That was
not the only thing that made me shiver, however, as he stood up and walked to
the bag, taking out several coils of rope.
He knelt behind me again, and then I felt the rope as it passed round my
arms, pulling them together at my elbows so that they touched. That pulled my shoulders back, and then
forced my chest out, as I looked down. I
felt him wind the rope around and between my arms, locking my elbows together,
and then his hand as they caressed my chest, squeezing firmly once more.
This time, I
felt something else, little electric shocks running up and down my body as he
groped me, and I could not stop myself from shaking under his grip. “Plssdntdhthssss” I moaned as my eyes closed,
and then I felt the cuffs as they were removed from my wrists, and then rope as
they were pulled tightly together again – once he had pulled my jacket off and
dropped it on the floor.
As the rope
went round and between my arms, I wondered what else he was going to do – and
then I got my answer, as I saw the rope going around my body, forcing my arms
against my back as it was wound above and below my breasts. Not only could I really not move my arms now,
but my breasts were forced even more up and out, as the rope pressed firmly on
them. Worse, he pulled the bands
together behind my back, and then passed the rope over one arm, under the lower
band, and then over the other shoulder, the bands constricting even more.
This time,
when he started groping, it felt even stranger – and there was a fire growing
in my breasts as the bands of rope rubbed on them. There was something else happening - something I had long forgotten...
And then I
heard the zip as it was pulled down, the front of my dress falling down as he
pulled the fabric down, and I realised I had gone commando. The night air hit what I now realised were my
very firm nipples, especially as he pinched them hard and made my jump in
shock. He then played with them, as I
heard myself start to moan in fear and in pleasure.
“Whtssgnnnn...”
I said as I closed my eyes, and I felt the pressure on my chest once again –
before I was forced to lie down on my back, stretching my legs out in front of
me as he pulled my dress off. There I
was, my upper body trussed tightly, and only wearing my stockings and boots, my
mouth stuffed and taped over as I watched him.
He picked up
my bag, and then made me get up and walk in front of him. I knew what might be coming now, and I was
petrified, but he was in charge. So I
walked slowly up the stairs, the ropes rubbing on my bare breasts as I did so,
the feelings this was creating running through me as we went into the bedroom.
“Lie down,”
he said quietly as he indicated my bed, and I walked over, watching as he took
out of his bag – a candle and a candle holder?
I watched, dumbfounded as he set the holder on my dressing table, put
the candle in and lit it, the flame flickering as he said “for later.” Looking at me, he then pushed me over so that
I was lying on my back, and then bent my left leg, forcing my ankle against my
thigh as he wrapped the rope around and between the two parts of my limbs. He then moved round and frog tied my other
leg, before he pushed my legs apart and moved between them, his latex gloved
hands now massaging my bare breasts between the bands of rope.
I was
powerless, unable to stop him as he made them even firmer, and I felt a burning
between my legs. So it was no surprise
to me what came next, as once again he dropped his pants, and then he started
to use his finger on my sex. I had not
realised how damp I was, but I certainly did then – and even more so as he
entered me.
Muscles that I
had not used for an eternity responded as he did so, gripping him in spite of
what I really wanted to do – which was push him off and get him to leave. That was not going to happen however, as he
pushed himself in and out, rubbing on the inside of my passage as I gripped
him, and started to move in time and in unison with him.
My moist
basal, carnal instincts were taking over,
as I closed my eyes and let out a long, low guttural moan, as I felt the fire
growing, engulfing me, driving all reason and all rhyme out as I ground against
him, forcing my hips up to meet him as he pushed downwards, feeling him as he filled
me, and then filled me even more.
When it came,
it almost drowned me in the ferocity and intensity of the feelings. Yes, in my mind I knew he was doing this to
me against my will, but in the real, animal centre of myself he was doing
something I had desired without knowing it for so, so long. As his seed again flowed into me, I gripped
him with my bound legs, wanting every last drop out of him...
Eventually he
withdrew, as I looked up at him as he pulled his pants back up, and walked over
to the candle, which by now was well alight, the wax dripping down the
sides. Picking it up, he walked over and
looked at me – and then dropped the hot wax onto my damp and throbbing clit.
I closed my eyes
and screamed as he did this – the sensation, and the pain there was so intense,
but there was something else, an acknowledgement that I – wanted this? No that could not be right – but as the wax
cooled and he dripped more on, I did, I did want more.
So when he
moved the candle slowly up, the hot wax running over my belly, and then around
my breasts, over my nipples, each drop somehow increasing the pleasure...
I opened my
eyes and looked at him as he untied my left leg, then removed the boot and the stocking,
before he tied one end of the stocking round my bare ankle. Moving round, he released my right leg,
removed the boot and stocking, and then secured my other ankle. He then produced even more rope from his bag,
and wrapped it tightly round my breasts, compressing the base of them as he
wound it in a figure of eight pattern, and then tied it off. I had no idea why he was doing this, as the
wax cooled on my skin – but then I saw the riding crop, as he stroked it over
my swollen breasts, the nipples especially, and down the inside of my leg
before he rolled me over, and pulled my legs back, tying them to top of the bed
as my bottom was raised up, my breasts forced down onto the bed.
And then he
started to hit my bottom and legs with the crop, each time making me grunt and
yelp in pain and humiliation and terror – and then something more, It was as if a dragon was being woken in
me, as I felt the dampness under my
crotch, and I began to welcome each stroke, the pain and the feelings at the
same time.
He kept
going, stroke after stroke, hit after hit, as I raised my head and groaned in
pleasure. He laughed – he actually
laughed, and then hit me harder, harder, harder...
My eyelids
fluttered as I felt myself sinking into a warm dark place, and lost myself
totally in the sensations and the pleasure...
When I came
to, I was lying on my side, looking to the side of the bed. I could feel the ropes rubbing on my chest –
and somewhere else as well, somewhere very, very personal.
I could tell
as I tried to move my legs, which were pulled behind my back – and that just
made the rope rub even more, as I groaned again. But that wasn’t the only problem – there was
also the little device he had inserted in me under the rope, which was buzzing
away inside me.
Not that I
was complaining, as I had an orgasm again, but I still felt the burns from the
now cooled wax – and there was something else, a throbbing behind me. As if...
My eyes
opened wide as I realised that was not the only device in me – and something
else had been there as well. I started
crying then, as the door was thrown open and two police officers appeared.
“Shit – he
struck again,” was all one of them said as I looked up and said “hlpmm...”
Looking back
now, some days later, I have physically recovered, and I now know he was a
serial attacker – but one thing still bothers me. Why did I end up actually enjoying it? Was I really into that sort of thing?
And was it an
answer to an unasked prayer...
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