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 ******************************************************* Author: Rubi du
Soleil Levant
Title: Surprise
Summary: A woman binds herself as a surprise for her

   husband, then waits for him to return home from work.  Keywords: MF,
bondage, asphyx, rape, intruder
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   SURPRISE by Rubi du Soleil Levant

   When my husband came in the door after work, I had a surprise for him. I
-(TM)d spent the afternoon doing some landscaping between my legs and my
cunt was as smooth as silk.  Nude and feeling sensual, I fastened the
padded handcuffs I -(TM)d bought recently to the bedposts.  About a half
hour before I expected him home, I -(TM)d positioned myself on the bed with
my legs spread-eagled and clicked my ankles into the handcuffs.  I then
laid back on the bed, spread my arms up over my head and secured my wrists
in those cuffs.  I instantly felt myself get wet --just from the pure
helplessness I -(TM)d just put myself in.

   I spent the next 20 minutes imaging the surprise on Max -(TM)s face when
he came home.  I -(TM)d wanted to share my bondage fantasies with him for a
very long time.  My masturbation orgasms were always so much more powerful
than the ones I had during our slightly-above-vanilla sex and I wanted so
much to share that with him.  I could only imagine what my orgasms would be
like when I was truly helpless and at the mercy of another.

   I heard the key in the front door and Max moving around in the kitchen.
-�Max?  -� I called.  There was no reply, but I heard a crash in the
kitchen, the sound of breaking glass.  -�Max?!  -� I called louder. 
Again, no reply.

   I heard footsteps on the stairs and began to wonder if it was really Max
I had heard.  I could have sworn I heard the key in the door.  I felt
slightly uncomfortable --hoping against hope that it wasn -(TM)t one of my
parents --or Max -(TM)s.

   -�M-Max --?  -� I said hesitantly when I heard the footfalls pause
outside the bedroom door.  The door pushed slightly open and a gloved hand
slid in and along the wall, flipping the lightswitch off.

   -�Oh my god, -� I managed to whisper before the door opened.  A man
stood framed in the doorway -" bigger than Max?  It was hard to tell
through the tears that sprang to my eyes and the fact that the only light
in the room was that coming from the lamp at the end of the hall and
stealing its way into the room behind the intruder.  I could see that he
was naked and wearing a mask.  He stood there for a moment and I heard a
small gasp, then a soft -�Wow, all ready for me -� and a rough snicker.

   His cock stood before him, the site of my body, bound and helpless,
obviously exciting him.

   Realization dawned on me as he approached the bed.  I was about to be
raped.  This man had broken into my house and was going to rape me.  I
sucked in a deep breath, ready to scream, when he suddenly shot across the
room and put a hand over my mouth.  I heard a rrrrippping sound and found a
wide piece of duct tape across my mouth.  A muffled cry escaped from behind
the duct tape and I shook my head, struggling to get my hands and ankles
free from the handcuffs.

   The man straddled me and threw his gloves to the floor, then slapped his
hands onto my breasts, kneading them, before moving his hands slowly down
my body, along my rib cage, my small waist, and stopping at my hips. 
-�Mmmm -- -� I heard him whisper, and then he bent at the waist, his
ass in the air, and assaulted my cunt with his mouth.  A muffled scream
again pushed its way out beyond the duct tape and I struggled against my
bindings.  Despite my fear, I felt my body responding to him, shivers
running up my spine and my juices lubricating my vagina.  He -�fed -�
hungrily on my cunt, thrusting his tongue deep inside and using one hand to
caress my clitoris while the other reached up and kneaded my breasts.  I
looked down at him and saw that my vaginal juices were smearing the leather
mask he wore over his head.  Slowly, the mask slid up my stomach and he was
again straddling me, sitting up above me, his eyes gazing down at his cock
as he thrust it into my cunt.  I struggled again and tried to call for Max,
wondering where the hell he was -" he should have been home by now -" and
cursing him because I knew he had probably stopped off for a drink with the
guys after work.

   The stranger continued his assault and my body continued to respond,
despite my silent protests.  I tried to scream again as he pumped his cock
in and out of my slit.  He grunted in reply and mumbled, -�Shut the fuck
up, bitch -- -�, his voice barely audible.  He reached down and pulled a
silk rope up off the bed, wrapping it twice around my throat.  My eyes
widened in fear as he pulled it tight and cut off my oxygen.  I resumed
struggling again, fiercer and more violently as my body fought to breathe.
I felt my cunt betray me and become wetter still and wondered what was
wrong with me that I was turned on by such a struggle for life.

   The rapist -(TM)s thrusts began to slow and he backed himself away from
climax, loosening and then tightening the rope around my throat and leaning
forward to listen to my gasps for air.  My back arched upwards as my lungs
fought for oxygen, my breasts thrust forward into his face, and he leaned
forward to suck on one of my nipples, once again tightening the rope and
increasing his pumps into my cunt.  -�Mmmmm -- -� he muttered in a
hoarse voice.  -�You taste good, bitch.  -� I quivered in fear and
again struggled to breathe.

   He sat up then and rode me to his climax, tightening the rope around my
throat.  I heard and felt the blood thumping in my eardrums and my vision
began to blur, sharp daggers of light appearing in my peripheral vision. 
For his part, my attacker seemed to have forgotten that he was strangling
me, so intent was he on thrusting his cock into me.  I could hear his
grunts as he approached climax.  I felt his cum shoot into me and then
everything went black.

   When I awoke, my attacker was laying across me on the bed.  I tried to
scream, but my mouth was still taped firmly closed.  I struggled against my
bindings and tried to call for Max, but it was no use.  The man -(TM)s body
shifted on top of me and I felt him waking up.  I looked down in fear and
thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest from terror.  He
reached behind his head with one hand and reached for the duct tape on my
mouth with the other.  I closed my eyes as he tore the tape from my mouth
and then opened my mouth to scream, only to find his hand over my mouth,
silencing me.  I began struggling against him and opened my eyes -

   --to see Max peering down at me, his hair tousled from the hood he
-(TM)d had over his head.  When he was certain I was not going to scream,
he removed his hand from my mouth and smiled crookedly.  -�You almost
seemed to enjoy that, -� he said.

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reading my story.  Feel free to e-mail me at
rubi.du.soleil.levant@gmail.com and let me know what you thought of it.
   Merci, Rubi *****************************************************