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She pressed play on the stereo and turned the volume up. Stripping down, she stepped into the steam filled shower letting the hot water slid down her skin. Soaping up she sang (a little off key) and swayed to the music, watching the soap suds slid down her thighs. As she stepped back under the warm spray of water she ran her hands over her breasts collecting the suds and rinsing them away. Her nipples hardened and a thrill shot down to clit making it pulse and throb. She danced her fingertips down her body and lightly touched her cunt. Thrusting a finger inside she collected her wetness and brought her finger to tease her clit. A moan escaped her mouth and she braced her free hand against the shower wall. Around and around her finger circled her aching clit as her breath came in faster pants. A sound broke through her sexual haze and her head whipped around to follow the sound. But she was home alone… it was probably only the cats, she thought to herself, but I should check anyway.

Her haze shattered she quickly finished her shower and dried off. Wrapping a towel tightly around her she grabbed the curling iron off the counter, just in case someone was in the house. She slowly opened the bathroom door and stepped out. She walked through every room in the house and in the living room she saw can of Red Bull on the floor. Since she was addicted to the sugary drink and tended to leave them all over the apartment she concluded that one of the cats must have knocked it over and that was what she heard. Standing in her living room dripping water on her floor and holding a curling iron she started to giggle at the ridiculousness of the situation. Light hearted once again she tossed the curling iron into the bathroom and went to prepare for bed.

He had been practicing slowing his breathing for some time now but he couldn’t suppress the sharp intake of breath as he watched her walk into her bedroom. The tiny gap in her closet doors didn’t allow for much of a visual and he couldn’t risk opening them more, he had already knocked over the can in the living room and it had lessened his time to prepare. He had to move quickly once he heard the water turn off. He had just enough time to get to the closet and slow his breathing before she had come out to investigate the noise. He had prayed to ever God that was or is that she would not check the closet, it being so small he would not have a place to hide. His replay of what he had done wrong crumbled as she whipped off her towel and spread lotion over her body. Starting at the top she lotioned every inch of herself and his eyes followed her every motion. All too quickly she was finished and tucked into bed. SHIT! He thought. He had to sneeze so bad and he tried every trick he knew to stop it. His arm brushed against her clothes making a sound in the quiet night. He stifled his sneeze and looked up to find her advancing on the closet her breasts shaking with every movement.

Her stupid cat must be locked in the closet again. Getting out of bed to let the little beastie out before it started clawing at her clothes she opened the closet doors and came face to mask with a stranger hiding in her closet. Lightening fast his hands closed around her throat before she could make even the slightest noise. He pushed her back until the back of her knees hit the side of the bed, he pushed her back and settled his body on top of hers. Through the slit in his mask he whispered, “Do not make a single noise.” His words caressed her neck and she could not suppress a shudder. His hands tightened on her throat until she nodded as best she could. The pressure on her neck eased only fraction as he removed one hand in order to grab her hands and raise them over her head and quickly knotted them in the rope he pulled from his belt. He stood up and looked at her.

There she was, finally, under his control. He followed the long lines of her body and came to where her thighs were tightly closed. “Spread your legs. Now” Her legs tightened even further, if that was even possible. He pulled another length of rope and reached for her ankle. She kicked out at him catching him in the underside of his jaw.

She hoped the kick would scramble his brains for a few seconds, long enough to get out a good long scream. She took in as much air as she could and let out the shrillest scream that had ever come out of her mouth. The scream jolted him back to reality and she closed her eyes a half second before his gloved palm slapped her cheek. Repeatedly. Finally he stopped slapping her and she didn’t, she couldn’t, resist as he tied her ankles to separate ends of her foot board. She was spread eagle for him to see.

He didn’t take the time to look at her now fully exposed cunt. But he promised himself he would later. Now he had to make sure she understood who was in charge. He pulled a dagger from its holder on his belt and turned it so it caught the light and flashed and glittered. He slowly walked around to her, stopping only when he saw her eyes fill with tears. He watch the tears escape her eyes and fall down her cheeks. His cock hardened and spurred him on. He brought the dagger to the hollow in her throat fighting the urge to slide the dagger across her skin and watch the blood well to the surface. He wanted this to last; he wanted to savor her at last being at his mercy. He dragged the tip of the blade down her skin and over to her nipple pressing lightly. He stared at the rapid rise and fall of her chest as moved the tip of the blade to press lightly into her other nipple.

She had never been so terrified in her life, her eyes were so full of tears it made her view blurry. But nothing could make the sharp feel of the blade pressing into her skin, the feel of it dragging around her breasts and pressing into her nipples. She felt him draw the blade down her stomach to the top of her cunt. She involuntarily raised her hips and cried because of it. She should not like these feelings; she should not be feeling her cunt moisten, she should be terrified. But as she felt the dagger caress her skin she felt a sudden rush of fear and the fear was exhilarating. The blade was warming from the heat of her skin, but the sharp prick of the blade on the topside of her breast brought her eyes into focus. Together they watched the bead of blood well to the surface and descend down her breast.

The sight of her blood was almost too much for him. He balanced the blade on her throat and sat up to remove his clothes. As he unzipped his pants he watched her face and when his cock was freed from his pants he saw her lick her lips, he grinned. “Do not let the dagger fall. Do you understand?” A whispered yes slid passed her lips just as he slid his cock between them. He felt her tongue work the head of his cock as her lips sucked at the pre cum. Her moan of delight at taste of his pre cum urged him to force his cock deeper into her throat. She gagged and unbalanced the dagger; it fell with a soft thump to the bed. She froze, her head no longer moving on his cock, her tongue no longer stroking the ridge. He raised her face to look her in the eyes. Her mouth full of his cock and her eyes flooded with tears she was a sight to behold.

She felt his body tighten as he began to thrust harder in to her mouth, never giving her much of a chance to breathe. Once last deep thrust and he withdrew his cock and stepped back. “You did not follow the rules.” That simple statement uttered so matter of factly made her stomach twist in fear. He placed himself between her spread thighs and pushed his cock hard and fast in her cunt. She was very wet but that didn’t do much to ease the pain of his entry. He stilled with his cock deep in her cunt and reached for the knife. She started to shiver in fear and anticipation. With a quick slice he cut her skin and she cried out. Again and again he sliced her skin just deep enough to bring blood to the surface. He cries now came in rapid succession and he seemed to become addicted to sound of her pain. She wreathed to ease the pain and only managed to bring more blood that slid down in rivulets. His cock was still locked deep in her cunt and she thrust on it loving the feel of pain and ecstasy and terrified of it at the same time.

He let her trust on his cock, his eyes alternating between her face and the blood on her chest. He felt the blood lust rise in him and he couldn’t hold back his orgasm. He felt the orgasm throughout his body and the pleasure was almost unbearable. As his cum filled her cunt he bent to lick the welling of blood in the deepest cut.

She felt his cum fill her cunt and his tongue lick at her blood and she felt her orgasm hit like a ton of bricks, she fucked onto his cock in attempt to prolong the orgasm. Each movement pulled at her cuts and the pain threw her over the edge again and again. When she could take no more she stilled and felt him pull out of her. She watched him dress and reached over her body to release the ties at her hands and feet. He left without a sound and she lay there until she had the strength to move. She noticed the dagger lying on the bed; she pulled it close to her and drifted off to sleep.

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