“Sexy babe. You’ve outdone yourself.” I’m hyping myself up, tugging the hem of my black mini dress down when the crash came from the back bedroom. Stacy had already left for her boyfriend’s place, so the house was supposed to be empty except for me. I was about to be on my way to the underground rave- I had plans to get fucked raw by some stranger. But now, a tall masked man fills the doorway.
He moves fast, tackling me and yanking my arms behind my back. “Don’t scream,” he demands and I feel the bit of plastic zip ties being secured around my wrists, “you alone?”
I nod my head so he shoves me down the hall into the spare bedroom. I’m standing in front of the bed when he pulls out a pocket knife. The blade flashes as he slides under the neckline of my dress before ripping it straight down the middle. Fabric tears open and my tits spill out. He grabs one hard, squeezing until it hurt, then drags the blade lower. The dress falls away in tatters. Two quick slashes and I stand there naked except for my spiked boots.
My eyes dart to the window. We’re on the first floor so I start contemplating escape, but it must be written all over my face because he shoves me down on the bed and growls, “Don’t fucking move or you’re dead.”
He unbuckles his belt and makes quick work of his jeans, pulling out an already leaking, big, black cock. I try to scramble away but he grabs my ankle, yanks me to the edge of the mattress, and flips me onto my stomach. “You’re gonna love this,” he lines his cock up and drives in, balls deep in one brutal thrust. I scream into the sheets but he doesn’t pause. He fucks me like a machine- hard, fast, and relentless, using my shaved wet pussy like a warm sleeve.
Each slam of his hips jolts me forward until he has to grab my tied arms to hold me in place. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, punctuated by his low grunts and my muffled cries.
He pulls out only to flip me again, spread my legs, and slam back inside. This time he leans over me, one hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my vision start to blur. His other hand mauled my tits, slapping them, twisting the nipples until they throbbed. He used my body like a fuck-toy, like I was here purely for his own pleasure.
When my traitorous pussy started to clench around him he just laughs cruelly and fucks me harder until I’m cumming with a broken sob, cunt pulsing and squirting. He groans loudly and slaps my clit hard, “messy fucking pussy.” Then he’s burying himself deep and unloading thick ropes of cum until it leaks out around his shaft.
He stays inside me for a moment, breathing hard, before pulling free. He wiped his cock on my ass cheek, tucks himself away, and pulls out his phone. I lay there trembling, wrists still bound, cum dripping from my used hole.
“Yeah,” he says into the phone, voice flat. “Got a live one. Come over. Bring the camera.” He ends the call and looks down at me, eyes cold behind the mask. “Buddy’s on his way. We’re gonna see how much that cunt can take before it breaks.”
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