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This story is intended for adults over the age of 21 who are legally free to
view such material.  It is a work of fiction and the Author in no way condones
any of the acts described.  If you aren't legally allowed to read or download
such material then DON'T. M/f, NC?



The Gift

He stood in the shadows of the house awaiting her return from work.  Patiently
he waited, running over his plan of action for when she came back.  Glancing at
his watch he knew the wait would soon be over for he knew she was a creature of
habit and that would be her undoing.

Sure enough, a couple of minutes later he heard the car pull up in the gravel
driveway of her large, detached home.  He moved into position behind the front
door that opened onto the large foyer.  Having already removed the lightbulb he
had no doubt at all that she would not see him before he was able to spring his
trap.

The key rattled in the lock and he tensed as the door began to swing open.  He
heard the click of the light switch and then a muttered damn as no light
illuminated the hall.  At this point she stepped forward into the near total
darkness and as the door began to close behind her he stepped swiftly forward,
one arm going around her neck whilst his free hand came up to clamp the
prepared sticking plaster gag over her mouth.

Her cry was stifled before it had even properly formed as he swiftly dropped
his hand to his belt and took the handcuffs that dangled there.  Expertly he
snapped one of them over her flailing left wrist and wrenched her arm behind
her as his arm left her neck and he grabbed for her other wrist.  With ease he
secured the cold steel over her free wrist thus securing her hands behind her
back.

Harshly he shoved her forward and she fell inelegantly to her knees on the
polished wooden floor as he swiftly checked that the door had fully closed. 
Satisfied he moved towards her as she tried to rise and grabbing her by the
hair dragged her towards the stairs.  Roughly he forced her upwards to the
room, her bedroom, that he had spent over an hour earlier in the afternoon
preparing.

Her muffled sobs came through the mask that covered her mouth and he turned to
ensure that her nose was clear and that she could still breathe.  He registered
the look of terror in her eyes and felt his groin tingle.

'Be quiet, do as I say, be good and you'll live' he breathed into her ear.

He stepped back from her and she trembled uncontrollably as she took in his
size and the look of excitement in her eyes.  Her terror increased as she
followed his gaze around the room.  She took in the hooks that he had secured
to the walls by the bed and the ropes that lay ready on the bed.  She didn't
know yet but the thing that should have provoked the greatest terror was the
black sports bag that stood beside the bedside table.

She recoiled in terror and disgust as his hand cupped her full, firm breast
through the silk of her expensive blouse.  The slap took her entirely by
surprise, not just in it's force but also because it went so against anything
she had ever experienced before.  Again his hand cupped her breast and she
could not help but cringe once more.  Again a stinging slap across her cheek
shocked her.

His hand twined into her hair and she was unable to resist his strength as he
forced her head back so that he could look directly into her eyes.  He saw her
eyes bulge with horror as she felt the blouse rip open exposing her tits
encased in a half-cup blouse.

His other hand pushed up under her skirt until it reached the juncture of her
thighs.  As his fingers made contact with the expensive fabric of her silk
panties she felt herself lose control of herself and a hot stream of piss
gushed into the fabric and over his hands.  Abject fear gripped her as she
waited for the punishment but all he did was grin delightedly before pulling
his wet hand out and wiping it across her face so that the acrid smell of her
own piss assailed her nose.

Roughly he tore the blouse from her before ripping the bra off so that her tits
spilled free.  Her skirt followed a moment later and she was acutely aware that
no matter what she did or didn't do every action this man carried out was
designed to arouse his lust still further.

'If you cry out I will kill you, not quickly but slowly, brutally, painfully'
he whispered.

She felt his fingers at the soaked material of her knickers and closed her eyes
as he ripped these too from her body.  His hand came to her mouth and she felt
the sticking plaster gag tear painfully from her cheek.  Desperate for air she
opened her mouth to gasp in a lungful of air but as she did so he shoved the
balled up, piss soaked panties between her lips before she could close them
against the intrusion.  She was helpless to resist as she felt the gag pushed
back into place.

All her attention had to focus on not vomiting at the taste of her own urine as
she was certain that this thug would leave her to die on her own vomit.

He pulled her by the hair over to the high back of her bed and she winced as he
kicked her feet apart.  Quickly he knelt down and she felt him grip her ankle,
securing it with a wide band to a pre-placed hook he had driven in to the base
of the bed.  He repeated the exercise on her left ankle and then pushed her
forward.

Legs wide, hands secured behind her back she was unable to stop herself from
ending up face down on the duvet.  Tears sprang from her eyes as she realised
just how incredibly vulnerable she was.  A choking sob was cut off in her
throat as she heard the sound of his zip coming down and then she felt the
cheeks of her bottom pulled apart and the sound of him spitting against the
tightly puckered rim of her anus.  

A silent scream of no coursed through her body as she felt the blunt tip of his
prick push against her rim.  She had never experienced anal sex and had never
had any desire to but now it was about to become a reality as with a tearing
pain he speared his cock deep up her asshole.  She heard him grunt like an
animal as he shoved another couple of inches of his meat into her stretched
hole.

Only when she felt his balls nestle against her pussy was she able to exhale
through her nose and try desperately to control her breathing.  His hands came
around and grasped her tits as she felt his cock start to pull out of her
before it was remorselessly driven back in.  Slowly at first he fucked his
prick into her but as his pace increased so did the roughness with which he
played with her tits.  When his pace was at its very height he squeezed her
nipples as hard as he could and she thought she would lose consciousness with
the pain of it.  At least it took her mind off the fact that at that moment he
shot his spunk deep inside her burning, abused rectum.

Relief came when he pulled out of her but her instincts told her that this was
far from over and she bit her lip hard as she felt some of his spunk slide,
coldly, down the inside of her thigh.  She felt the bed sag a little and
realised that he had climbed up beside her head.  She felt her hair pulled
roughly towards him and with a sick feeling realised that he was wiping his
slimy cock clean in her long auburn locks.  When he had finished she felt him
get off the bed.

No further movement and no sound gave her hope that he had left and she began
to address the problem of how she would be able to free herself from the bonds
he had used.  Tentatively she tested her strength against them and her heart
sank as she realised that there was nothing she could do to free herself.

Suddenly, he was back in the room and her terror was renewed as she realised
that this man was far from finished with her.  The room lit up, once, twice,
three times and the whirr of the camera motor was all the confirmation she
needed that he had taken three photographs of her ravaged ass.  The utter
humiliation of this caused fresh tears to course down her stained cheeks and
her body shuddered.

Grabbing her hair he pulled her upright and then began to force her onto her
back, the ties at her ankles tightening all the while until she feared that her
bones would snap.  When she was on the floor, her legs obscenely splayed giving
him full view of her closely-trimmed cunt he knelt down beside her and warning
her to be quiet ripped the gag from her face.  A second later he removed the
tattered remains of her piss-soaked panties and she gratefully sucked in
lungfuls of clean air.

'Now you are going to lick my ass, bitch' he said in a low, menacing voice and
with that he straddled her face and pulled the cheeks of his ass apart exposing
his hole.  Fear and disgust immobilised her and she could not comply with his
order but after a moment his palm came down forcefully on her exposed cunt
causing her to scream in pain, a scream short-lived due to the fact that he
lowered his ass tightly onto her mouth.

Unable to breathe she tried to twist her head to one side but his thighs made
this impossible and when he slapped her pussy again she knew she had no choice
but to do as he said.

Weeping with despair she reached her tongue out to connect with his anus and
prodded it in disgust.  She heard him say something but could not make out the
actual words but when his palm connected viciously with her pussy once more she
began to jab frenziedly at his hole, sure that this was what he had meant.

For ten minutes she was forced to rim him, suffering slap after slap against
her bruised pussy lips until he suddenly stood up.  She could see that his cock
was stiff again and she knew that he would use it in her again soon.

'Please, no more' she croaked but he simply smiled his evil smile.

Retrieving the camera from on top of the dresser he took several more pictures
of her, even telling her to smile in one of them and look like she was enjoying
it.  He accomplished this by putting his foot on her ankle and stepping on it
until she screamed in agony before contorting her face into a twisted imitation
of a smile.

Once he was satisfied he undid her ankles and pulled her to her feet before
leading her across the room.  Glancing up she saw a large hook in the ceiling
and cringed from what she imagined was to come.  Undoing one hand he brought
her wrists in front of her and secured them once more before attaching a length
of rope through the ring that held the cuffs together.  

Next he brought a chair over and climbed onto it, passing the rope through the
ceiling hook and then jumping down he walked over to the far wall and passed it
through some kind of pulley.

Swiftly she felt her arms being pulled above her head until she had to stand on
tip-toe to try and relieve the pressure.  He paused and looked at her for a
long moment and then grinned.  The pain in her wrists and arms flooded through
her as her toes left the floor she swung free as he tied off the rope.  Next he
went over to the bag and removed something before coming round behind her.  She
felt the rubber gag against her lips and reluctantly opened her mouth to accept
the rubber bit knowing full well that resistance would only bring more pain.

Next he attached clamps to her nipples from which long cords hung then he
attached a similar clamp to her distended clitoris, securing them all tightly. 
Satisfied that they would not easily come off he stretched all three cords out
and tied them to another hook on the wall in front of her so that they
stretched out tight like some kind of pyramid laid on its side.

He left the room after taking several more snaps of her and it was fifteen
minutes before he returned.  He tweaked each of the cords to ensure that they
were properly attached and fresh tears burst from her eyes as she suffered the
exquisite pain that sliced through her.

The silence was broken by a sharp crack as he brought the cane down on her rear
and instinctively she threw her body forward but a moment later the pain across
her ass was nothing compared to that in her nipples and clit as the cords
stopped her sway back towards him.  Again and again the cane landed on her,
raising deep purple welts over her bottom and each time, despite herself she
jerked forward and suffered the agony of the clamps that threatened to tear her
clit and nipples clean off.  He hit her maybe twenty times but she could not
keep count in her world of agony and twice she passed out momentarily.

When he eventually let her down she was beyond coherence and was unable to
stand.  Swiftly he unbuckled the gag and yanked her onto her knees before
ramming his cock brutally up her cunt.  He gripped her tits hard as he held his
cock deep in her and it took her a while to realise with sick horror that he
was pissing in her.  Soon the bitter scent of his urine flooded the room as it
overflowed out of her.

When he was finished he pulled out of her and in the same movement buried his
prick once more up her sore asshole, frenziedly jamming his hard meat in and
out for what seemed like an age before he stiffened and moaned out and she felt
him flood her with his come once more.

She didn't realise for many minutes that she was alone, lying in a pool of piss
and spunk but somehow she knew that the man had gone.  Gingerly she raised
herself to her knees and struggled to her feet, crying out in pain from the
damage he had done to her ass.  Somehow she managed to stumble to the bathroom
where it took her fifteen minutes to extricate herself from the cuffs.  Then
she set the shower going and slumped in the tray allowing the water to cascade
over her body.  Eventually she stopped the shower and towelled herself dry
before putting on her dressing gown and moving slowly and carefully downstairs.

She came into the drawing room and saw the man sitting there sipping a glass of
champagne.  'Happy Birthday my Darling' he said smiling broadly.

'Thankyou, my Love' she replied taking the glass from his hand and kissing hm
lovingly on the lips.

The End



Master North


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