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