The shadow darted across the front lawn… moving not much more silently then the object of its creation. Not much more silently until the heavy boots moved up the steps and the broad shouldered, shadow hidden figure moved a key into the hole designed for this one purpose.

            The figure open the door, and immediately reach in a hand to switch on a light, revealing his 6ft, well built frame, showing the point this young man was equipped with broad and strong shoulders. His long, dark hair fell, in part, over his face, but not enough to cover his eyebrows… thick while not being bushy and almost perfectly shaped. His full lips, looking as if a God had built him for one thing: kissing. His intense, sparkling eyes that could steal into your soul were also not covered. While not being overly attractive, and quite largely built the young man certainly had his qualities.

            Stepping through the door, as he turned slight he felt a large object fall upon his head, with such force as to render him unconscious, the young man fell to the floor. Standing above him, admiring her catch, was a woman with dark hair. Built with a gorgeous curvy, heavy figure and these sparkling eyes, she looked to be in her 30s. Knowing the young man was but only 20, she found herself already growing wet, and thinking upon all the things she would succeed in doing to him before the night was through. She dropped the heavy candle stick holder to the floor. Wearing black slacks and top she changed into a black leather skirt, black lacy bra and white, tight blouse to be not comfortable but instead feel sexier. After changing the woman busied herself, in a quick fashion, with attending to stripping the heavy young man and then proceeded to roll him over and cuff his wrists behind his back. She roused him and told him to stand.

            “Wha….what is going on?” came an unsteady reply.

            “GET UP YOU FUCKING SLUT,”    yelled the woman, pulling the young man by his hair to his feet, holding a long sharp knife to his throat.

            Still unsure of his circumstance, the man struggle to his feat, before he reacts in fear. However once the fear kicks in, so does Bravado and the man pushes the women hard with his should and, struggling with handcuffs behind his back, begins to run. She is too quick though and before he knows it he is bleeding from the tiniest of cuts, which stops him dead.

            “Don’t fucking trying anything…. If you do as your told and behave yourself you’ll be relatively fine, but if you start to play up you will be harmed, possibly killed, with this knife now move!,” exclaims the woman as she leads him to his room, where she’s already prepared. Sitting him on the bed, she makes him lay down and cuffs his ankles wide to either bed post. Followed by un-cuffing his wrists… and holding the knife carefully to his throat as she does so.

Even if he could be without fear of her cutting his throat, he couldn’t undo the cuffs on his ankles by himself. She then instructs him to place his hands above his head and shackles one each to the headboard above.

Seeing him at her mercy without a hope gets her even moister, as she thinks of him under her power, and all she can do without his protest. To reinforce this knowledge she pulls out her panties that she had under her slacks but no longer wore and stuffed them into his mouth, taping. The panties had been worn for several days with no washing, and she had brought herself to orgasm in them several times, thinking of this event, of what she would do. Many, many orgasms. He tried not to gag on the smell and taste, as drips of cum slowly trickled down his throat proving she had been masturbating and cumming as she waited for his arrival home. His heart pounding, mind racing, blood pumping the young man wish he knew who this woman was and what she wanted.

The woman, smiling, reach down and ran her fingernails lightly over every inch of his body, before settling to run over his cock and balls repeatedly for several moment until he was harder then ever before in his life, helped by adrenalin pumping through his body. But he didn’t want this, humiliated; powerless he willed he cock to shrink. But it just grew more.

Seeing this the woman smiled before lowering her head slowly, moving like a tortoise, toward his crotch. Moving so slowly so as to create such anticipation within him, so slowly as to make him hard, and feel her breath get closer every moment. And then her tongue flicked out like a snake, sliding out slowly before dancing over the top of his cock making his whole body jerk and jump, not just his cock. And then, the cock was deep inside her mouth as she showed off her obvious skill, sending the youngin into throes of pleasure while. She started to bob her head, fucking his cock on her mouth, her moistness completely surrounding his cock, while her tongue twisted back and forth gently around the head.

And then the scream came. A deep cry of pain rather. A cry coming from the young man’s gagged orifice. A cry that was in protect to the woman extremely hard bite of the head of his cock. As she moved away he saw a slight trace of blood on her lips, and he knew she had drawn a minor amount of blood. The man’s fear rose again, blood pumping, adrenalin in over time after his body getting so relaxed and close to an orgasm and being brutally brought from that hope. He yelled at her, with muffled cries of anger through his gag, he wanted to be free of this dangerous, psychotic woman.

Laughing a dark object was brought from a bag, which he realised quickly was a gun. She un-cuffed him while it was pointed at his head. This time he didn’t dare move knowing she was fully prepared to use the weapon. She made him kneel with his hands as well as legs. She handcuffed him in this position using one hand careful not to let the gun drop for a moment.

Giggling she moved up behind him and ran the gun over his thighs, over his buttocks until it dipped below into the cheeks. She parted the cheeks with one hand and teased his most private of holes with the gun. Again the man felt humiliated, dirty and emasculated. He just wanted this to be over. Shaking slightly with fear the gun would misfire, or even be deliberately fired by this woman he struggled to calm and still himself. Slowly the gun slid in with only a little pain. Then it was suddenly taken out and discarded much to the surprise of the young man. By the time he had realised why he almost begged the woman to pick up the gun again, almost was overwhelmed with fear and wish to God she still held the gun.

This was because the woman reached down between her legs, and with difficulty pulled her tight leather skirt up to reveal a long, thick dildo hanging loosely between her thighs. Tightening the straps brought it to a standing tall and proud position. It was huge. And the young man knew what it was for, which cause him to trembled in fear and beg her through his gag to let him go. Bucking violently against his binds, pulling with all his might she approached and positioned the strap-on behind his ass.

With one sharp, strong push she brutally rammed a quarter of the dildo in. She followed by a second push which forced the rest of the majority of the huge dildo into him.

Shrieking he cried out into the gag, bucking not able to control himself, not knowing it made it worse. He knew there could be no doubt he was bleeding. She started to fuck him as hard as she could, with as much speed and force as she could muster. Reaching down , when at long last the dildo began to slider easier, to keep him going with pain she crushed his balls in her hand, causing even louder whimpers from him. Feeling this power over him, this sadistic satisfaction she could make him screams for as long as she wanted and crushes his balls, sent her over the edge. Her clit having been stimulated by the rubbing dildo, the woman gushes out cum. Gushes it out over the base of her dildo, all down her legs, dripping it onto the bed sheet. Gushed it as she screams with pleasure, and her captive screamed with pain through his gag.

After some laying there on top of her conquest the woman strives to steady herself and remove the dildo. She then retakes up the gun and once again un-cuffs her toy, forcing him on his back and re-cuffing him.

His cock, strangely, become hard after long despite the pain in his rectum and the woman takes the opportunity to hike her skirt up again and sit on this thick, hard, wonderful cock. She slides herself up and down on the cock, grinding, writhing, moaning, grunting and crying out. She rode until she succeeded in multiple orgasms.

Gasping she falls onto him….Not caring about whether he came or not but thinking he did. She slides herself off his cock, and kneels by his side. Reaching down she feels her cunt, and finds not only her cum but very thick deposits of what can only be his. It is obvious to her, this young man has not cum in weeks, and the cum inside her now is the result of a young, virile, high-libido filled man who has been exiled from coming for quite some time. Smiling wickedly she pulls his gag out, he starts to yell for help but falls silent upon seeing and feeling the knife pressed directly to his cock.

She quickly climbs up on top of his face, sitting his head beneath her skirt, and yells, “clean my cunt you dirty, lil’ fucking slut! Clean me”

At first he struggles but realises that unless he licks her out, and let her rapes his tongue and mouth with her dripping cunt and hard clit she won’t let him breathe. She locks his head between her strong thighs, not letting it move, she rides his face. Grinding down onto it fiercely, applying her full wait to it. She crushes him as he starts to panic. He can’t breathe he thrashes and writhes, which encourages her more and gives even greater pleasure. He’s desperate now. He needs air! Can’t breathe.

She continues to ride, getting herself closer and closer and he is forced to suck down all her cum that she made earlier, an almost endless supply knowing more will cum when she orgasms again. Sucking down his own cum…. Thick…. Disgusting. He can’t handle this. Can’t breathe. Knowing he has to suck both his and hers down or he will choke, maybe drown.

She knows this and it just brings her closer. She loves knowing his life is in full control of her womanhood, of her dripping, wet pussy. And then she cums…all over his face. Gushing everywhere. Drowning him in it, making him choke on it. He can’t breathe he’s desperate; he struggles more, so close to passing out. She knows this and cums again, and again, and again knowing how close he is to passing out, and then dying. She cums and cums until he stops moving, his last moment’s conscious in the worst terror and blindness, under her cunt and skirt, imaginable. His heart having been pumping as he mind screamed for mercy. Having passed out thinking that this was his end, at the hands of a woman, after being raped and humiliated. What a horrible end.

And then it was over. She raised, cleaned up herself, and collected her ‘tools’. She walks out. He awoke earlier, tied down as he had been when passing out, and covered in sweat and cum, waiting for rescue in this humiliated state.