We pushed the door open slowly, every creak of the wood too loud. I could hear you moving inside, your breath quickening as you knew something was wrong. You were nervous, your eyes looking around, but you still didn’t know we were already inside, watching every move you made.
You froze, your eyes locking onto two strangers casually walking inside. The shock hit you first, while a gasp caught in your throat was next. You took a step back, trying to make sense of what you were seeing. But there was no mistaking it. Two strangers were inside of your home, and you were just a weak, little girl who couldn’t fight back.
Running towards you, we threw you onto the table. Struggling and kicking, you tried your hardest to fight back, but you couldn’t win against the both of us. You kept screaming for help, but no one was going to come in the middle of the night. So, here you are. Helpless, alone, and defeated.
You didn’t fight back anymore, you just laid down and took it. You didn’t scream, you just let out soft whimpers as your last hope of retaliation. Those eyes that had so much energy just looked towards the side as you felt yourself getting pushed up and down with every thrust.
What’s wrong? Are you finally giving up? Don’t worry, that’ll make it easier for my friend here. You still have another load coming, so don’t think we’re done with you.
Open wide, good puppy. Now, stick your tongue out. Wow, look at all that slobber! Such a messy, little thing. Let me push my fingers in, let’s see how far you can take it. Aw, you know you can’t gag, right? Did you forget the rules? Every gag earns a slap. Let’s try again.
You swayed down the empty street, lost after the party. I waited, then came up to you.
“Hey, are you alright?”
You paused, nervous. I walked closer, making you feel like following me was your only choice. Grabbing your hand, I led you to my car while you slowly drifted to sleep.
You opened your eyes, only to be met with pure darkness. Panic set in as you realized your hands and legs were bound, unable to move. Feeling a breeze throughout your body, you realized that all of your clothes had been taken off. You screamed as loud as you could, tears flowing, but deep down, you knew no help would come.
My footsteps echoed closer and closer as if they were the only sounds audible. A wave of warmth brushed your skin, gentle at first but then lingering. Blind to it all, you held in your breath, every sense on edge. Suddenly, the warmth started creeping up to your cunt, close enough that you squirmed.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
I pushed my dick inside of your pussy, giving you no time to react at all. Every thud made you want to scream, but at the same time, it got you so aroused. You realized you were being used, so why is it that your cunt was getting wetter and wetter?
“You like it, don’t you? You want me to go harder?”
As if to trick yourself, you started yelling out for help again. I tore off a piece of tape and placed it over your mouth. It was obvious to see that hint of joy on your face every time I pushed my dick inside. Now, you can moan as much as you’d like while pretending that you even hated it in the first place.
Bruises aren’t just marks. They’re lessons. Each one tells your brain to obey, to be afraid of the next one. But you’ll learn to accept it and embrace it. The pain will eventually become familiar, and you’ll stop resisting. You’ll be on your knees waiting for the next one.
You can’t count how many days it’s been since you’ve been locked up. The chains around your ankles feel like part of you now. You’re used to the sound of my footsteps echoing down the hall, each step reminding you of how helpless you really are.
Aw, poor puppy. Was 30 seconds too long of a countdown to let you cum? You’re shaking your head no, but you were whimpering and begging. Was it too much stimulation for your little mind to take? I bet it was. Let’s try for a full minute this time, I know you can make me proud.
Why do you act like you have any sort of control? You’re just a weak, little girl. All you have to do is listen, and this wouldn’t have been so difficult. Do you hate it that bad when I use you? But you always end up moaning every time I’m inside of you?
Open your mouth. Good. Now, stick your tongue out. That’s it, that’s a good mutt. Do you like it when I press on your tongue? No need to lie, there’s so much drool. What if I pushed my finger back more? You liked that, huh? Look at your eyes roll back… someone’s dizzy.
You kept struggling so hard, but you realized that there’s no point in fighting anymore. All that screaming and crying drained your energy, so what did you do? You decided to be an obedient mutt and let yourself be used however I want.
What’s wrong? Did you really think I was going to fuck your pussy? Now tell me, why would I wanted to use the hole that people you’re in love with use? That would be too kind of me.
I want you to realize that you’re being used right now. I want you to know that because you were stupid enough to leave your door unlocked, you’re in this situation. A hole that you’ve always been told not to touch is being fucked by my dick.
Curiosity is on your face, I can see you turning back to look at me every time I push inside of you. How does it feel? It feels different, doesn’t it? But don’t lie, I can see your pussy slowly dropping. Don’t worry, I’ll use your pussy once your asshole gets used to me fucking it.
A good dog will instantly follow their owner’s commands whenever they’re told to do something. The only thought in their brain is making sure that their owner is happy.
“Don’t be stupid.” I pressed it against your head. You took a deep breath, your shoulders shook like they might break. I felt the fight leaving you. Hands lowered, and you bent over against the wall. A choked sob came out every time I pushed inside.
You feel the safest inside your room when you sleep at night, but that’s what makes it easier for me. The look of fear on your face as I fucked your pussy got me even more excited. Be sure to lock your windows before you sleep next time.
I brought you home after our date, and I leaned in for a kiss. Leaning forward, our lips touched, and you thought it was the most special moment ever.
We both smiled at each other, and I tried to invite myself in. You laughed and told me “Next time” as you tried to close the door. I grabbed the door, and you quickly noticed something was wrong.
Pushing myself in, I grabbed you and threw you on top of your couch. Taking off all of your clothes, I watched as you kept screaming and crying, trying to push me off. I left your heels on, since you told me that was your favorite part of the outfit.
Holding you down, I shoved my dick inside and started fucking you. As the screams and cries echoed in the room, I could feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter. It was obvious that you were enjoying this moment too. See, all you had to do was invite me inside, and this would’ve been easier.
What’s wrong? You can’t tell if you’re supposed to enjoy being used by a stranger, or if you’re supposed to hate it? No need to lie to yourself, I can see how badly you want to touch your cunt. Go ahead, remind yourself how worthless you are.
Did you really think that I was using a condom to be safe? I could tell how much the pathetic slut enjoyed being used by a stranger that I wanted to give you a gift. Don’t worry, I’ll push it deep inside your cunt, so you can always feel my cum inside.