Raping Kitty... Home Intrusion

I peered into the window and saw her sitting at her kitchen table looking through the contents of a "tin" heart shapped can.

Unbeknowest to her, I had been watching her full figure body all week long. I've watched her take her children back and forth to school, I have followed her back and forth from the grocery store, I have watched as she wrapped her mind around her everyday chores, totally oblivious to my presence...

I watched.

I watched at night, when the children were all alsleep and she was all alone. She would sit down at her PC and hit a few keys. I watched the light flood from the box and illuminate her face and the darken room, I saw her eyes grow wide, a small smile would creep across her lips as she casually icked the lower lip and then sipped from a glass at her side.

I watched...

I watched as her pupils dilated and her breathing became more rapid as she sat frozen, transfixed by the images I sent her. One would think she was a wide eyed statue, if not for the point that every now and then, her fingers would jet up to the keyboard, rattle off a few keys, then return one back to her mouse and the other under the table. As she went back to her transfixed, steady watching. even as I watched her.

I watched on...

As she drained her glass, turned back the sheets and laid down. Even with the lights off, I can tell whats she's doing next, her full figured body writhing and squirming as she played down below. If I could hear her, as good as I can see her, I probably would hear moans of wicked passion as she takes the "edge" off her rather busy day.

But today, no one is home, the kids are off visiting friends and family. She sits at the table looking through her "tin" heart shapped can, her fingers touching each item and she is caught up in the varied memories each item brings. She's wearing a pair of very high black shorts, when she puts one leg over the other, I can almost make out her mound.

But the thickness of her legs, gives me only a "teasing" peek at her womanness and I can only dream of what "sweetness" lies between them. I yearn to lay between those thighs. Feel the flesh buck and push as I... No, nows not the time for fantasy. She is also sporting a tight, blue shirt. No arms and cut low, her big breast pull in and push mightly out, the fabric strains and expands as the shirt barely accomodate the two huge globes. It clings on to her body held only by the two straps on her shoulders.

The shirt reveals her cleavage... So large and succulent, so moist. The skin so soft to the eye, so creamy....

I can watch no more...

I sneak in through the hidden access of her mind, she is so engross in her musings, she dosen't hear a thing. I come up behind her and something... Some instinct honed through years of motherhood I guess, makes her stiffen and quickly start to turn. Its too late.

I cover her mouth with one large hand, under her throat, she feels the edge of a knife. "Shhhhh" I tell her, today we will not be disturbed. "Don't scream and don't die" I warn. I can feel her hot breath blowing rapidly over my hand. I can hear her gasping for breath... Ms. Kitty, is on the verge of panic. "I won't hurt you Ms. Kitty" I tell her, I pull a button from my shirt and drop it in the tin heart shapped can. "If you cooperate, you'll have another memory in that can of yours, to look at on another lonely day."

"Put your hands behind you" I tell her, as she reluctantly does so I silently pull a pair of handcuffs from my pocket. As one hand comes around, I take it and cuff it. You feel the metal and hear the click and realized what I've done. "Wait" you say "You can have whatever you want, just don't hurt me." I look at you and smile "Thank you" I say and snap the other hand in place. "M-my purse and the few jewelry I have is upstairs..." You state. "It's not your money or your jewelry I came here for" I quietly respond.

"Its You" I tell my beautiful, buxomed intended victim, "Its You". The handcuffed woman realizes what I mean, she looks around and then breathes in deeply, I cut off her impending scream. "If you do, I'll gut you... Like the prize hefer at the butcher's shop, I'll gut you slow and painful. Now ask yourself, is screaming worth it?" You think about my words, then the fear of your children coming home to witness such a grisly site, makes you release the air in your lungs.

My bluff works... I watch your lovely breast as the air leaves your body and they slowly fall back in place. I can see your fear in your eyes, as you sit in that white chair. Your mind is running a million miles per hour and you pray to the goddess that this situation can come to an abrupt end. Maybe someone saw me sneaking in, you think saw me and called the cops... Maybe their on the way even now, so you talk.

"Please don't do this to me." You say. Before you can say another word, my knife is back at your throat. "Shhhh... There is something I want... No, I need to hear from you. It has been driving me crazy... You will say it or else. What you are saying now is not what I want to hear. Dumbfounded you inquire "W-what are yo..." The knife pushes closer "I said Shhhhhh..." Your mind races again, "How can I tell this maniac what he wants to hear if he won't tell me, nor will let me talk?" You ask yourself.

I move away from you and crawl under the table on the side. You are sitting about two feet away from the head of the table so this will be easy. I come up at your end. I can see in your eyes, all kinds of plots and plans are running that are running through your mind. I help you with your dilemma. "If you kick, you take a chance of knocking me out but if you don't, the leg that kicks, will never kick again! Don't make me cut up such beautiful legs, that would be such a waste." In frustration, tears build up in your eyes as a little voice inside your head says "You can't win.. Don't try it ."


I kiss your left knee... god how I've dreamed of this. The skin is smooth, oiled and soft... its taste the way I've dreamed it would, my mouth opens and it covers your knee. As you fel the hot mouth against your skin, shamfully you turn your head. I move up to your thigh, I run my tongue over its softness and suck at the flesh. My hands move up and I caress your flesh. "Yes this will be the best one yet." I tell myself. My hands continue to caress as I drink in your flavor, my mouth moves as with a mind of its own. My hands move up to the top of your shorts and jerk.

You cry out at the suddeness of my aggression. "Shhhh... I say, thats not what I want to hear you say..." I jerk and pull but your legs are not coperating so I used my knife to cut them from your body. Savagely I jerk the remaining fabric from you and throw it to the side. You look at the last shield of protection lay tattered on the floor, for you wear no underwear when sitting around the house and now your womanhood lies naked before me. Your legs are clampped shut.

"Open them" I warn you by giving you a quick poke with the point of the knife, you cooperate. Your legs slowly open and i watched them move apart as if in slow motion. I help to further widen them as your dry womanhood esposes itself before my eyes. My hands grabs on your hips and pull, bringing you closer to the edge of the chair. The sweet, musky aroma of your womanhood fills my nostrils, your own body tingles as my hot breath touches your shaven, nakeness.

My tongue licks the insides of your thighs (more tingles) then my mouth lightly nip at the soft skin (tingles again). Suddenly the tender mouth changes... it no longer touches lightly... Caresses tenderly... It now becomes demanding... It latches onto the soft flesh of your thigh, it holds and sucks, you cries of painful protest fill my ears, I smile as I leave my business card between your legs.... Two large, wet, suck marks on both sides of your inner thighs. Then the wild mouth moves in... It licks the thigh, again not with the familier tenderness but with the abandonement of an animal, it licks across the thigh until it reaches your cunt.

Now the craze mouth latches onto your womanhood, the tongue climbs between the dry vulva lips and pushes inside. The flavor of your saltyness fills mouth, my face burys itself into your crouch, my tongue probes deep. Your legs are spread wide, your body instinctively shivers as you feel my tongue pushing into your love canal and then pull back. Again my tongue darts... Orally fucking your hole, hoping to bring on the desired effect.

Then I feel it...

The moistness, your eyes are squeezed shut, your mind tries to block me out. Your body squirms from side to side as if trying to escape I remove your options by putting your legs are over my shoulders. My greedy mouth moves up sucking and licking until it reaches the desired spot. Your clit. My savage lips and mouth suck at it, it then responds by swelling up and pushing out. My lips grab hold and my tongue licks hard. Your body immediately jerks and soon start to sweat as sucking nosies fills your ears. You shake your head from side to side and fight off the pleasure being forced onto to your body.

You want to scream out... Yell at me... Make me stop, but in my sex crazed state, your too afraid of the repocussion if you deny me my foul meal. I suck on your clit, I write "rape messages" with my tongue, across its smooth tip. I insert two fingers into you "OOOHhhh Fuckkk" you groan, your cunt is now sopping wet. The fingers push deep inside you as I continue on your clit. Once knuckle deep in your wet hole, they slowly pull out, this makes you groan harder. I push in and pull out over and over, your body now covered in sweat almost gyrates and moves with the fingers....

Your still holding back. My fingers pick up speed, the middle one caress the G-spot on the inner roof of your cunt. This intensifies the feeling, you have had men go down on you before, but none never brought you where you are now....

You conetrate harder...

You feel your clit being sucked harder, like some wicked beast its lapped savagely... Its pulled on and barbarically licked... Then lightly bitten... This sends sudders through you... You hate this. This treatment... This cruel, fucked-up, sweet treatment between your legs.. It disgust you. A mouth that sucks... Lips that grab and hold on... Tongue that laps and licks... Fingers that...

Fingers that...

(Oh shit)

That..

(Oh fucck)

that...

(Your body can take no more...)

TTTTHHHHAAAAAAAAAaaaahhhhhh.....

You scream...

Loudly you scream... Your hips twitch....

Bucs...

Jerks...

Your scream sounds horse and hard... Your sweaty body shudders... Your orgasm is fierce... mean...

And good.

That is the sound I've wanted to hear from you... The sound of "forced" orgasm. The sound of a climax, ripped from your lungs... Torn from your body, without your approval. The woman that climaxes without her persmission, is the woman that climaxes the hardest! Your body continues its shuddering as my mouth sucks and laps your clit. Your wet cunt squeezes... My fingers are coated in your body's liquid.

You groan and climax further, you shake your head from the pleasure and sweat flings from side to side. You moan as your climax continues its climbs, your clit throbbs in passion as my lips and tongue continues its assault. You throw your head back and a deep gutteral sound escapes your lips. Then as your body comes down from its sexaul escape, the pressure against your clit, seems to be too much stimulant. You moan harder as you try to pull away, the lips releases its grip and you sit breathlessly in your chair.

"Thank you" I say "Thats the sound I wanted to hear from you."

Your climax has left you weakened and without fight. With your legs still over my shoulders I pull up from under the table, as I come up you groan as I stretch your legs up. I unbuckle my pants and let my hard cock break free. I sit on the edge of the chair and look into your face. Your eyes are closed and your skin is flushed. Your mind is still coming down from the body's explosion. I insert my hardness into you, your forehead furrows as my hard meat travels up your wet cunt. You moan at this new intrusion but have no fight left to stop me. I release your legs and let them fall over my thighs.

You moan each time you feel my cock throb inside you, you may have climaxed but its still my turn. I reach up and tear the pretty blue top from its small straps and pull it down below your breast. I watch your big tits bounce free, then heave and fall with each breath and my mouth waters. I grab one in my hand and play with it. It is soft to my touch and so creamy, I squeeze it and play with the large pink nipple, I squeeze it between two fingers and then pull it out. Then I put it in my mouth and suckle. In my mouth I squeeze the soft, firm flesh, I put the nipple between my teeth and use my hungry tongue on it. As my lips suck, my cock throbs within you and again you groan as your body stirs. With eyes squeezed shut and forehead wrinkled from this new assualt, you feel your nipple harden, as my teeth lighty bites its surface.

Suddenly the evil mouth is back... Sucking and licking wantonly, the wretched tongue is everywhere, the mouth opens and tries to pull the entire breast into itself. The mouth leaves that breast, a hand forces the other tit into the mouth. Suddenly my hands are grabbing your hips and pulling them back and forth into my body. My own hips push into you Ms. Kitty, pushing my cock in and out of you as your wet cunt opens up, to receive me. The mouth continues to suck the breast, bitting and sucking the nipple as our hips slap together.

Now the hips that are ramming into you, they lift up off the chair, using my legs to hold me up. My arms goes up under your arms and grip your shoulders from behind. I grunt as I plow into you, taking you deep and hard. With your body close to mine I feel your breath pick up, this drives me on. I'm fucking you hard now, the sounds of our hips slapping against each other, drowns out every other sound in the room. You can hear my hot breath begin to speed up... My body follows, I'm slamming you deep, your taking me in, our grunts and moans become as loud as the slapping sounds, finally your body releases again, it erupts and enjoys its second orgasm.

This time you cry as you have it... Ashamed of it, you enjoy it... You cry and moan through your orgasm until it comes to its end, I'm still riding you hard. "I-I'm about to c-cum" I groan in your ear, "please not inside me" you moan out, my body picks up speed, then at the last minute I pull out, I stand up and put my hard cock between your large soft breast, I pull your head to my stomach and hold on with both hands. You feel my cock twitching madly between your tits, then you feel my hot sperm shoot and splatter against your chest, your neck and chin.

I respect your wishes by not cumming in your body... This time.

You cringe at the feel of the warm, wet liquid as it splash against your skin "He's done" you think "thank goddess" he's done. My grip relaxes as does my erection, I pull away from you and sit against the table. I pull up my pants as I watch you, your eyes slowly open and you just look at me with a stare, that I can't read. "Did she enjoy herself?" I think "Was it as good for her as it was for me?" I wonder. "After all, though she never said she wanted it in her e-mails, I know this was her fantasy. Well, too late now" I finish buttoning up my shirt as I stare down at your subdued nakness...

I feel the stirring coming back but good sense tells me, "After one-sies, you never go for two-sies. That way, after the shock, the horror, the shame and the anger goes away, they'll have something new, to dream about." This one he enjoyed the most, this one he would return to, next time he would know what it feels like, to cum inside her full body. he pulls another button from his shirt and put that in the tin heart shapped can. "In case you lose one, here's another." he states "You desreve more..." He says as he staggers to his feet, his orgasm took more out of him, than he thought.

"Yes, I definately have to come back" he thinks, "she'll probably accept it better, the next time." he walks behind her, she hears the turning click of a small key, once the cold metal releases, her arms fall to side. She bites her lips and twinges from the pain of blood flowing back into her arms. He pulls the table closer to her and then orders her to lay her head down on the table and not to move. Her body aches and is very tired, hoping that he'll leave, she lays her head down on the table, and lightly nods off.

When she awakens he is gone, she wonders if it all was a dream. She feels her torn shirt straps and looks on the floor at her tattered, cut up shorts, her body has that familier feel of a hard fuck and a deep throbbing within her womb of orgasm, this tells her it was not a dream. She stands to go upstairs, to wash her body and change. Her legs wobble as she catches herself, she leans against the table and bring up a hand to her face... She cries. She feels the stickness of his cum on her body and runs to the bathroom. After throwing up, she heads upstairs and turns on the shower.

As she stands in the steaming hot, water her mind plays over her ordeal, she is angered... At her attacker and her body's betrayal, she is angry at her strong lusftful spirit, she is angry and ashamed of her deep "forced-sex" fantasy. She is angry because she also knows, that in a couple of months, after she has mentally gotten through this day, she'll one night lay in her bed and remember the best orgasm, she has ever experinced in a while, then in her mind she'll re-live it again as another good orgasm shakes her body and soul. The last thoughts she thinks before pushing the whole day from her mind is this...

"I remember those buttons... It was in a story wrote by that guy who calls himself Sir Stone... The guy I met on-line. The guy who writes those... those rape stories...

Was that him?
How the hell did he find me?
How the hell did he get in...

"I-is he coming back?"

Who knows...

Sir Peter Stone