The Gift (Mf, reluc) by Bunda (bunda1@aol.com) Date: November 1999 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? 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