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First view
When we walked
back into the house after the night out, the two men were waiting there – both
dressed in black, with balaclavas covering their heads so that only their eyes
and lips could be seen. They also had
black gloves on, and one of them was holding a gun in his hand.
They looked at
both of us, before one of them said “sorry ladies – this is a robbery,” while
the other one picked up a bag, and grabbed my housemate by the arm and marched
her out of the room, taking her up the stairs as she asked what he was going to
do. I looked at the masked man who
stayed with me, as he smiled and said “close the door please.”
I asked if he
was going to hurt me, and he shook his head, so I closed the door and looked at
him as he put the gun on the low table, where we both could see it. I could see him looking me up and down – I
was wearing a long sleeved sheer white top, a short cream leather skirt, and a
pair of knee length boots in the same shade of leather, with my blonde hair in
soft waves.
So, I asked him
what he was going to do, and he told me – and told me not to be afraid, but to
kneel in front of the chair, put my head on the cushion, and my hands behind my
back.
I saw him open
a second bag, and take out ropes, so I knew what was going to happen – and that
I was going to be in his hands. I walked
slowly forward as he kept watch on me, and then knelt down, wondering what he
would do first.
I felt rather
than heard him kneel behind me, and then he crossed my wrists. I was surprised by how firm, how gentle his
grip was, as I felt the rope against my wrists, the gentle pressure as he
pulled them together, and then the tightening as the rope went round and between
my arms, locking my wrists together.
I could not see
what he had done, but as I felt the last tug I wiggled my fingers, trying to
find the knot - with no luck. My wrists
were tightly bound, but it was snug, and I had to admit it did not hurt.
I then felt his
hands on my legs as he crossed my ankles, and then felt the rope bringing them
together as well. There was a soft
squeaking sound, leather on leather, as he bound them as snugly and tightly as
my wrists.
There was
something else – as he took the rope between my legs, I felt his fingers
stroking my legs, and I shivered involuntarily as he did that. I could hear him giggle a little, and as I
looked over my shoulder I asked what was so funny.
He looked at
me, and said I must be slightly ticklish.
Well, I am, so I figured he had realised that and turned round
again. I felt the final tug, and then listened
as he moved round, and then helped me to sit on the chair. I stretched my legs out and looked at the
white rope around my ankles, the leather compressed under the bands, and
wondered what he was going to do next.
I admit it- I
was excited and scared at the same time.
I felt as if I was in an old school crime program or film, as I saw the
masked man taking more ropes out and sorting them on the coffee table, then
turn his head and smile at me.
It was a nice
smile, a smile that made me relax, as he walked over and wrapped a doubled
length around my legs below my knees, and started to tie them together
there. I could see he was neat and
meticulous – the rope was in stacked bands, and when he split the lengths and
took them between my legs, they were held firmly together.
As he did this,
his leather covered fingers stroked the backs of my legs, and I shifted
slightly – partly because it tickled, but also because I felt a small electric
shock running through me as he did that.
It was a new feeling, a different feeling, something – exciting.
He looked at me
as he tied the rope off under my legs, smiled and asked if I was
comfortable. I was – another surprise,
as I nodded and felt myself smiling at him.
Why did I do that? He was tying
me up, robbing me…
He stood up and
picked a much longer length of rope from the table, and walked behind me, as I
wriggled round – and then I saw the rope come down past my head, as he pulled
it round me below my chest, and forced my arms into my sides as he did so.
He then wrapped
the rope several times round me, above and below my chest, framing it in the
bands as he pulled it gently tighter, forcing my arms more and more against me,
and also…
Also…
The way the
ropes felt as I tried to move, and the way my chest was been framed and forced
up and out, my top stretching tight over it.
I looked down and wondered why it felt so good, why I was wondering what
else he was going to do.
I felt him
pulling the bands together behind my back, and then looked to the side as he
fed the rope under the lower band on my right side. It looked as if he was feeding a lace through
a hole as he did so. But why did he do
that?
I soon found
out as he pulled the rope up, pulling up the lower band on the side as the
pressure increased, and then passed the rope round my neck at the back, before he
fed the rope through on the other side. Pulling
it again, he tied it off, and I twisted round, feeling the ropes as they rubbed
on me over the sheer, tightly stretched, material.
And my lord –
if felt so different, and made those little shivers get stronger as well. I was feeling flushed, slightly sweaty – and
slightly damp as well, as he put his hands on my shoulders, and whispered in my
ear “I trust you are enjoying this?”
The sane answer
to that question is no, of course not, you’re tying me up and robbing me! So why did I bite my lower lip and nod
instead?
Why did I
shiver in anticipation of what he might do next?
And why, when
he leaned over and kissed me on the neck, did I gasp rather than shout no? Why did that simple, gentle pressure make me
sigh instead of scream?
I felt his
hands as they started to massage my shoulders, feeling the tension ease away as
I closed my eyes and wriggled round, and his fingers kneading the muscles,
moving down and stroking my arms as he gently blew into my ears and kissed
them…
This was wrong,
I was helpless, unable to stop him…
Unable to… Not wanting to…
I opened my
eyes and looked down as his hands moved round and stroked gently over my chest,
and then started to gently massage them between the bands of rope, his fingers
kneading as those little shocks got stronger and stronger.
I gasped some
more, and said I may end up screaming if he kept doing that. I heard his soft laugh, and said he could do something
about that as he removed his hands and stepped back, then put his gloved hand
in front of me. I looked down and saw
the folded white silk square there, and heard the noises upstairs that
suggested my friend was having a similar experience.
Nodding, I opened
my mouth and felt the smooth material on my tongue as he pushed it in, then
closed my lips over it as I heard a soft, squelchy sound of something been
peeled, then felt the tug on my skin as he pressed a long, wide strip of white
tape over my mouth, smoothing it to the contours of my face. It stuck firm, stretched as I moved my mouth,
and then moaned as he began to massage my chest again.
It felt so
good….
The fact I now
had cloth and tape keeping me quiet actually mean tie could give more voice to
myself, as I groaned more, and that seemed to encourage him more as he gently
pulled my top up, exposing my white bra as he did so, and then firmly pressed
down on my breasts – my firming breasts – again and used his fingers to begin
to play a melody on them. A melody I was
adding to with my sighs and groans as I twisted round.
There was
something else however, a fire within me that was sparking, a warmth inside me
and between my legs that was different from any other feeling I had ever
had. And as he slipped his gloved hands
into my bra cups, the shocks as he ran his fingers over my hard nipples…
I looked at him
as he walked round in front of me, and eased my bar up under the ropes,
revealing my firm breasts, my erect nipples, and I nodded as he leaned over,
enclosing my left nipple in his lips as his tongue ran over it, and he kissed
and sucked at the same time, making me groan out loud as I felt the dampness
between my legs.
He moved from
side to side, gently kissing, gently teasing me as I wriggled round and closed
my eyes, twisting my legs round as he did so.
It felt so good, so right, so amazing…
I felt his hand
slip down my legs as I twisted round, and then under my skirt as I felt his hand
stroke up and across – making me shriek and shiver at the same time, as he
continued to kiss and tease me, his finger stroking gently, then slipping under
my hose with his hand as he eased them down to my bound legs.
I pushed myself
up involuntarily as he did this, and then eased my panties down as well, his
finger searching, probing as I felt him slip inside me, and then withdraw as I
arched my back in response. He slipped
his hands round my waist, and then unfastened my skirt before he let it drop to
the floor, then his lips travelled down my stomach, gently kissing as he did
so, before I felt his lips on my slit…
I groaned
loudly at that, especially as he started to use his tongue in a way nobody had
ever used it on me before, and my groans got louder. I wanted this man to do anything he wanted to
me, in spite of the way I was, how he had made me…
I wriggled
round as he kissed me there, the fire growing stronger between my legs, as he
tasted the juices that were flowing, and looked at me, before he stood up and
unfastened his pants, letting them and his boxers drop to the floor as I saw
his erect, large, strong cock. I nodded
as he took from his jacket pocket a silver square, opening it and slipping the
contents on, before he straddled me on the chair and gently slipped himself
inside.
I gripped him
as hard as I could as I felt him in my passage, moving to and fro as my
excitement grew, and I could feel his excitement growing inside me as
well. It felt so wonderful as I moved in
synch with him, grinding against him as the pulsing grew stronger and stronger…
Eventually, the
release came for both of us as I screamed in pleasure into my gag, and then
slumped into the chair as he gently pulled out, removed the condom and pulled
his trousers up. He then helped me to
lie on the floor, pulling my ankles back and tying them to my chest ropes
before he gently kissed me on the cheek, and collected his bag. I lay there, exhausted, sated, and hoping my
friend had had just as wonderful a time…
Second view
When we walked
back into the house after the night out, the two men were waiting there – both
dressed in black, with balaclavas covering their heads so that only their eyes
and lips could be seen. They also had
black gloves on, and one of them was holding a gun in his hand.
They looked at
both of us, before one of them said “sorry ladies – this is a robbery,” while
the other one picked up a bag, and grabbed me by the arm, marching me out of
the room and up the stairs as I asked what he was going to do.
I also heard my
housemate been told to close the door, as he forced me up the stairs, and said
I was to do exactly what he said, or – and I quote – I would not enjoy what
happened.
He made me walk
into my bedroom, and pushed me onto my bed, making me fall onto my stomach as
he did so, before he dropped the bag.
Looking over, I saw him take out a length of rope, and then he pulled my
hands behind my back, crossing my wrists as he used the rope to tie them
tightly together.
IT hurt as he
did it, wrapping the rope tightly round and between my wrists. I was wearing a black dress, fastened at the
front with a zip, dark tights and knee length black leather boots – which I
hoped would hit him as I kicked my legs up and down, telling him to stop.
He gave the
rope round my wrists one more yank, and then whispered in my war exactly what
he would do if I tried to kick him again – and it was not a pleasant idea. Just to make sure, however, he grabbed my
ankles and crossed them before using more rope to tie them tightly together,
the leather squeaking as he did so.
It was tight –
I could not move them apart, as he grabbed more rope, and tied my legs together
below my knees, his hands stroking and slapping my legs and bottom in equal
turns as he did so. I screamed at him to
stop this – and then he turned me over, and I saw the look in his eyes as he
stared at me. A look that scared the
hell out of me – especially as he reached under the skirt of my dress, pulled
my hose and panties down, and then literally ripped my panties off and balled
them up as he sniffed them.
Now I really
was scared, as he held the silk in his hand, and ordered me to open my
mouth. No fucking way was I going to do
that, as I clamped my mouth shut and shook my head, desperate to stop him from
doing what I thought he was going to do.
A smart move on my part, right?
Until he sat
astride me, and pinched my nose shut with his free hand. I glared at him and shook my head, but it was
so painful, so tight, and I was struggling to breath. Which was probably the idea, as eventually I
had to open my mouth to take in a big gulp of air – and as it turned out, my
panties as he stuffed them in and then held his gloved hand over my mouth.
He growled –
literally growled that if I spat them out, he would stuff my mouth with three
pairs, so I nodded out of fear more than anything as he got off and made me sit
up, then would white tape tightly round my head. It covered my mouth, further silencing me,
even as I felt like retching at the taste of my sweat and – other things on my
panties. The tape pressed in on my cheeks,
and I had to calm myself to be able to breath.
Not very easy,
when the next thing he did was to pull the zip down in front of me, and pull my
dress down so that my upper body was exposed.
Why on earth had I chosen to go commando up top that day? I could see my chest, and then feel it as he
reached round and roughly groped my bare breasts with his large gloved hands.
All I could do
was shake my head and moan out as I felt my body responding in spite of itself
– and then he stopped. I hoped, I prayed
it was because he was going – but it wasn’t.
It was because he had found a much longer length of rope, which he
passed round me and pulled tight, the cords rubbing on my bare stomach as my
arms were forced into my sides.
He kept passing
it round again and again, tighter each time, the ropes rubbing me as my chest
was forced up and out, looking larger than ever. But that wasn’t the worst of it – even when
he did something behind me that made the bands even tighter. That was when he threw the ropes over one
shoulder and passed it under the lower band between my breasts, then back up.
It was as if a
circle of fire was encircling each breast, and I wasn’t sure how much more of
this I could take. But I wasn’t going
anywhere.
And what was
worse, he wasn’t either – as he reached round and began to grope me again. As he did this, I felt something else –
something in any other circumstance would have been a nice, warm, wonderful
feeling, but given I had been bound and gagged by a masked brute, I really did not
want to feel it.
But it was
there, and despite my mental screams to stop it was responding as I twisted
round. The ropes surrounding and rubbing
on my beasts just seemed to be adding to the stimulation, as I squirmed round –
and that seemed to encourage him even more as he squeezed harder and I moaned
harder.
It was like a vicious
circle – and it got even worse when he pinched my nipples between his gloved
fingers, making me scream out in pain and…
And in ecstasy? I’m not a sadist, so why was this doing this
to me? He heard me, however, and pushed
me down on my back, as is tared up at him while he sat across my legs – and
then leaned down, encircling my nipple with his lips, sucking and – biting?
BITING! SHIT!
And yet it was
making me even more aroused – and I didn’t want it to, but it was. My mind was swimming in a morass of
contradictory feelings, and I could feel the rational part of me sinking slowly
under the waves as he kept been so rough with me, and I wanted it.
Dear god, I
wanted him to continue, as he kissed my breasts and sucked on them, and I felt
his hand between my legs, his finger slipping past the damp and supple petals
as he touched the most precious of spots, making me groan, arch my back, squirm
despite myself…
He moved his finger
in and out as his lips sucked on me, and I wondered how long it was going to
take, especially when I looked and saw the bulge in his pants. I didn’t have to wait too long, as he
unzipped his pants and pulled them down, looking at me with pure animal lust in
his eyes.
And I wanted
it. At that moment, as horrifying and
sad as it is to say this, I wanted it so badly.
I as so lost in
the passion and emotions, and – yes, the relief as he slipped a condom on, and
then pushed himself in. I screamed into
the gag as I arched my back, and then he started to thrust in and out. And I – I moved in time with him as I felt
the fire growing as he grew inside me.
Filled me.
Throbbed and
stroked on my clit, on my g-spots, on those things that made me shake and
scream in pure animal pleasure, as I thrust my hips up towards him, and we took
each other to the edge, and then crashing over it…
Eventually, the
release came for both of us as I screamed in pleasure into my gag, and then
slumped onto the bed as he pulled himself out, his and my fluids intermingling
as they dripped from my body. I gasped
into the gag and watched as he got up and pulled his pants up, and then rolled
me onto my side, pulling my ankles back and tying them to my chest ropes so
that fi I moved, the ropes rubbed on my already sweaty and sensitive body. Smacking my bottom, he left me in the room,
and I lay there, exhausted, sated, ashamed, and hoping my friend had not had
just as conflicted a time…
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