Home Invasion
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Masie was home alone for the weekend and was going to make the most of it. Maybe a bath with candles, followed by a trashy romcom and some takeaway. Perhaps, hopefully, something more.
Tonight will be divine.
She was stripping down and hopping into the water, when she heard a noise coming from the front door. Masie gathered her towel and went down to check it out, “Kitty, is that you? I’ll have some food for you later.”
As she got to the door, she heard her cat meowing from the other room, “Ah there you are my dea…”
The door slammed open, pushing Masie back against the hallway wall. Gasping, she struggled to get to her feet against the shock of the impact.
The man was smiling as he entered the house.
Saying nothing, he quickly took in the entire scene; the wet footprints leading down the hallway from the stairs, the discarded towel, the cat running away, and then Masie herself, nude, and in a heap on the floor.
“What, what do you want with me?” She stammered.
Stupid girl, you know exactly what he wants from you.
Masie screamed as she scrambled backwards, “You are not supposed to be here!”
Run, you dumb bitch!
He advanced slowly and looked her up and down. He smiled wider, revealing teeth. Masie blushed. Attempting to both cover herself up with her hands and reclaim the towel, she fell back to the ground.
“You need to leave right now or I’m gonna call the cops.”
Come on Masie, get the fuck up. Move!
“No,” he said with an air of calmness, “We both know you’re not going to do that.”
A splashing sound coming from upstairs was all the distraction Masie needed. With a power she hadn’t known she possessed, she slapped the man across the face, shoved him backwards, and ran down the hall towards the back door.
Oh God! What will my neighbours think of me? … Ugh, who cares about that right now. Just go!
The man sighed and wiped away a trickle of blood that was falling from his nose, “You’ll pay for that one you little slut.”
He began chuckling as he slowly followed her towards the back door, “Masie my love, why such attitude? We both know you want this.”
Masie was banging her shoulder against the door, but it wouldn’t budge beyond a crack. Peering out, she could see the handle of her shovel wedged in tight against the door frame.
Fuck.
She turned to run but the man was blocking her path. He placed his hand on her breasts, squeezed them hard, and shoved her back against the door. Then he winked and smiled even wider.
I’ll wipe that smirk off your stupid face.
She positioned herself to slap him again, pivoting her hips and turning her shoulders just as her boyfriend had taught her to deliver maximum force. But seemingly, before her hand had started moving forward, he struck out and pinned it against the door. Masie’s attempt to scratch him with her free hand was met with the same fate.
She struggled in vain against his grasp.
“Do you know how pretty you look when you struggle?” He whispered. Then, in one motion, he let go of one of her hands and grabbed a full lock of her hair. Pulling her head to the side he nuzzled in close and took a slow breath, “You smell delicious.”
Just wait, he will give you the opportunity.
Cranking her head even further, he added, “Let’s see how you taste.” Then he began to run his tongue across the side of her neck. Masie whimpered, a chill running down her body, then she moaned. It felt like her hair was getting ripped out by the roots.
This cannot be happening. The pain is so intense!
“I knew you would love this,” he said sardonically, “But I think you will like this even more.” In a swift motion he released his grip on her wrist and hair and placed both around her throat. Locking his eyes onto hers, he squeezed. Hard.
Oh my god. Fuck.
She raised herself up on her toes attempting to get some air. Her vision was going dark, and her knees were starting to wobble. His eyes were still locked on to hers.
I’ll have to give him what he wants.
Masie stopped struggling, stopped moving entirely. Then she looked up at the man and smiled, doing her best to project pleasure. He blinked and loosened his grip.
He chuckled, “What did I say, you are clearly into th…”
Masie delivered a sharp kick to the man’s kneecap. Cursing, he fell to the ground clutching at his leg.
In a rush Masie attempted to flee but got no further than a few steps before she tripped up and fell back down. The man had grabbed her by the ankle and was pulling her towards him. She kicked wildly but made no contact.
He’s got me. He’s going to do whatever he wants to me.
The man pinned her to the ground, face down. One hand holding her hair, the other on her back. His legs securing hers. Her ass was the one thing now free to move.
“Oh, how I enjoy this view my dear,” he said. “Now, about that slap and the kick, and the running away. No no, that won’t do. Not at all. You will have to learn some manners, and I will be the one to teach them to you.” With that, he entered her, driving in hard and deep. Driving in repeatedly.
“Well now, look at how wet you are”.
He’s right, I’m dripping.
Masie was moaning. Moaning from the pain and moaning from the perverseness of the pleasure signals her body was sending to her mind. Masie was struggling. Struggling against the man’s grasp and struggling against the weight of his body on hers.
Masie screamed.
“You need to shut the fuck up,” grunted the man. He placed a hand over her face and continued thrusting. Masie thrashed about, freeing her mouth enough to bite down on flesh.
Now it was the man’s turn to yell in pain. Ripping his arm free, he pushed her head down with his other arm and began driving even harder towards his finish.
The man grunted, Masie whimpered, and the man grunted some more. Then he collapsed on top of her, panting.
Masie was panting as well.
Oh my god, what just happened?
The man got up off the ground and laughed, “Are you okay my love? That wasn’t too intense, was it?”
Masie took a moment to compose herself, then got to her feet and began laughing as well, “No, not too intense at all honey. Did you like my slapping technique? You taught me well.”
“That first one caught me by surprise, I think its going to leave a bruise,” he said.
“Pft, you are concerned about bruises? Look at my legs! Look at my neck!” Masie said turning slowly for him to see her body.
“Ice packs and cream?”
“I think so, and perhaps a massage followed by a stiff drink.”
He nodded, “Anything you want me to do differently next time?”
“No, you were perfect.” She kissed him softly on the lips, then thought for a moment, “Actually, there is something, next time we play, please don’t use my name, or say ‘my love’. I want it to feel as real as possible, and those phrases take me out of the fantasy somewhat.”
“Of course,” he said. “Anything for you my love.”
‘Home Invasion’ is a part of KINK
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