Just Roughed Up

"Are you sure about this?" Peter watched the little three dot icon pop up. And it kept doing its little animation for quite a while, before the answer showed up in chat. The answer had him thinking for a few seconds, looking at the screen of his mobile phone. His thumbs danced over the keyboard "What's my time-frame here?" Again with the three dots. But the reply showed up much quicker this time. "I didn't mean tonight. How about the next few days?" A quick confirmation later, and Peter started making plans.

The plans came to be the next night.

A cookie-cutter suburban bungalow, in a cookie cutter suburban neighborhood. Peter casually strolled down the sidewalk as if he belonged. The trick was to just act natural, He was just some guy making his way through the neighborhood after midnight. Doing absolutely nothing to attract attention. Glances out of the corner of his eye to check his surroundings, until he was by the right house. That was the only time he did anything that might rouse suspicion. A quick look around to see that nobody was there, and then a quick sprint up the driveway and around the back of the house.

Shielded from the road by the house, shielded from the prying eyes of neighbors by a fence, he snooped around a little. The info he'd gotten was correct. Single father of two and his son gone fishing for days, one window left carelessly open.

Climbing through it was easy enough, a lawn chair to get a boost. Pulling himself up by his arms, careful to not make too much noise kicking his feet at the wall. Getting inside, he had to carefully find his footing. It was a storage room, with all the clutter it involved. An old fridge in a corner humming away, and a mess of boxes, clothes, shoes, old sports equipment and whatnot just stuffed in with the intention of sorting it out and cleaning it up some other time.

He still managed to navigate his way to the door in the darkness and slip out into an equally dark hallway.

The room he was after was at the far end of the hall, across from him, the side of the house facing the street. Steeling himself, he started going over the things in his pockets one last time, making sure he had all he needed in the right place. Ski mask, gloves, bandana, zip-tie, knife, lube. It was all where it needed to be. He pulled the ski mask and the gloves on. On silent feet he made his way towards the door. To Peter's ears, the door handle mad a hellish metallic scream of springs and bolts moving. But it got no reaction from inside. And he sprung into action.

* * *

Lauren woke up to the feeling of a hand in a leather glove grabbing her by the forehead, pulling her face up from the pillow. As she drew her a startled breath through her mouth, something was jammed into it, filling it. Soft, weird, and fuzzy. Instinct made her shout out in surprise, but the only sound she got out was a muffled "Mmmgh!"

Something heavy pressed down on her lower back. The full weight of a person. A sudden spike of adrenaline shot through her, but it was not soon enough. Lauren could feel her left wrist get grabbed, then a sharp feeling as something thin and strong dug into the skin of it, accompanied by a odd sound of plastic of plastic. It was yanked back, while another hand started grabbing her right arm, pulling at it.

She fought, as hard as she could, but the way she was laying didn't give her much leverage to speak of. Her left arm was already twisted back, held in place by someone resting their weight on it and keeping it in a tight grip that pinned it down. The grip on her right arm shifted to her elbow, and what little she was able to flail, was of no use. Strength against strength, the person grabbing her was way stronger, the leverage bringing her arm to her back was just more than she could fight against. And then she felt the same thin little digging sensation, and the sound of the plastic zip-tie closing tight.

The weight shifted on her back, but not enough to allow her to turn onto her side, or to squirm away in any sort of way. She tried twisting her upper body, catching a look over her shoulder. But all she could see was a pair of eyes and a pair of lips through the holes of the black form of what had to be a black ski mask towering over her in the poorly lit room. "Stay still bitch!" came a voice, rough and with a hard edge to it. A gloved hand painfully tangled itself into Laruen's hair, before she felt her face get pressed down into the mattress. The voice was distorted, deepened. A threatening growl.

The hand let go of her hair, and roughly grabbed her leg. A knee was forced in between her legs, and the combined effort pried her legs open.

In the darkness over her, Lauren heard a metallic click. The sound for some reason filled her with a faint sense of dread. "You better lay fucking still, or you risk doing something that will get you hurt!" Cold metal against the inside of her thigh made her gasp against whatever wad of cloth had been shoved into her mouth. She felt something tugging at her panties, the fabric straining a little, before a snap left the cloth fall back against her skin again. Much looser than before. Breath caught in Lauren's throat as she realized what had happened. Her panties had been fucking cut through at her crotch, and now just hung off the elastic around her hips.

* * *

Peter spent only half a second admiring the sight of the freshly uncovered goods, while he folded away the blade of the knife again, and tucked it back into his jacket pocket. Moving methodically and according to the plan in his mind, he grabbed the pillow of the bed, holding it by the top seam. The shook the pillow out of the case, and letting it fall to the floor. With both hands he pulled the pillowcase over the girl's head, pulling it tight under her chin like a hood. Jamming her face back into the mattress, he placed a knee between her shoulders, carefully resting enough weight on it to keep her firmly pinned. She tried kicking blindly around with her feet but connected with nothing. Peter still rewarded her with a slap to the back of the head.

He undid the clasp of his belt, pulled it off. Making sure to hold the girl firmly pressed down with his weight, he stretched the belt across her face, adjusted it a little, made sure to find her mouth, and making sure to keep it in place as he looped it around her head, got it tightened. The bandana crammed into her mouth, the pillow case hood pressed taught over her face, and the belt on top of it all, made for one hell of a gag. The hand he had to take his glove off to operate the folding knife was held over the girl's mouth for a few seconds, making sure there were still warm little puffs of air escaping through the fabric of the pillowcase. Just to make sure the girl still could breathe through her nose.

Finally, Peter felt comfortably in control. So he got off from where he'd been kneeling, grabbed her by the legs, and pulled at her, dragging her lower body out over the edge of the bed, before dropping her down.

* * *

Lauren tried to fight. It was no use. But she still tried. She dug her chest and her shoulders into the mattress, she tried to buckle, she tried to curl up, but all she achieved was to slam her knees into the side of the bed.

Her wrists were grabbed, forced up, held up high. Used as a fulcrum to put strain on Lauren's shoulders, forcing her chest into the mattress. At the same time, she felt the coarse fabric of clothes against the back of her thighs, pinning her even further. Bent over the side of the bed, she was entirely immobilized, held, pinned.

The attempts to fight were only made harder by the fucking thing in her mouth, and whatever else he had done to leave Lauren unable to even breathe through her mouth, much less that scream, or really make any sound. Panicked breaths through flared nostrils was all she could manage. And all her fighting achieved was to leave her lungs aching for more air.

The weight leaning into her from behind abated for a second. Shifted. When it leaned back into her, the feeling of coarse denim had been replaced by the feeling of skin on skin instead.

Suddenly, what was going on started to feel very, very real. Lauren's lips twisted into a sneer of disgust as fingers touched her, fumbling and groping their way from behind. They disappeared. Lauren breathlessly wondered what for. Then they came back, feeling all slick. Crudely forcing themselves into her. An angry sound escaped her as she realized what was going on. She was being lubed up! Fueled by anger and disgust, she tried fighting back again. But all she got out of it was to be pinned down to the mattress even harder.

"You can try to fight it," came the voice again. "but fighting only makes it more fun for me!"

* * *

The girl trying to fight really did just make it more fun for Peter. She just wasn't up to the challenge at all. Standing at a solid six feet, and having one and a half times the weight to work with, it was lopsided to begin with. And with her hands zip-tied together behind her back, it was outright unfair.

Satisfied with the amount of lube smeared up all over her, he took a second to apply a little more to his already slippery hand. His trousers were already around his ankles, and lubing himself up, he was a little amazed on how his cock felt even more rock hard than usual.

Getting an angle to push in was a little more work. The girl fought back again, tried to squirm, tried to get away. He let her, just for long enough to get one knee up into bed. And then he grabbed her, locked one arm in between hers, dug his elbow into her back, and used his weight to shove her down.

It was a little awkward, the girl twisted one quarter of the way onto her side, but nevertheless he leaned into her, and with his free hand tried to guide his cock. Muffled angry groans, new attempts to squirm out of the way, trying to force her legs together. "Sure... Just keep it up. It's more fun like this!"

After what felt like a minute or two of struggling, he finally managed to get her into a position where he finally felt the swollen head of his cock press in between her lips. A little more man-handling, and he felt the head of his cock fully inside of her. She was trying to scream something through the gag, but it just ended up as angry nasal sounds. He felt nails digging into the flesh of his arm that was used to try to pin her, felt her claw at him. It didn't help. It didn't stop him. As he kept at it, he could feel how every muscle in her lower body tried to resist him, keep him back, keep him out. It was to no avail. Slowly he managed to work more and more of his cock into the unwilling pussy. Gradually, thanks to lube and thanks to force, he was finally inside of the pussy she was desperately trying to clamp shut.

And then the fight went out of her. And was replaced by quiet sobs. He took a moment to grab her other leg, lift it up onto the bed. She meekly let herself be moved. Her sobs continued, as he started to move. God... This was good. Under him, the girl just quietly sobbed, and took it. Still, it didn't feel quite as good as it should. Peter balled up the fabric of the loose cotton t-shirt the girl was still wearing in his hand. With the other, he grabbed her hip. Started to pull at her, force her to move with his rhythm. She resisted, or maybe her body was just limp. Either way, it took real use of force to get her to move. But regardless of whether she wanted to or not, Peter made her, until her hips came back to meet him with every thrust. That felt so much better. His cock now being practically welcomed as he plowed it in from behind. The sobbing, the mewling and crying also turned rhythmical with each thrust. Almost as moaning.

* * *

Lauren had fought all she could, and it didn't help. She had tried to fight it with every muscle she could muster, and still there was a cock inside of her. As she had lost the fight, for a moment she had felt almost disassociated from her body, becoming nothing but a lifeless thing.

But as she was forcefully pulled into motion, her body betrayed her even further. Not only was it unable to stop the intrusion. As she felt herself rock back and forth, as she felt her pussy get filled up in deep, hard thrusts, she also felt it start to welcome the feeling. It was not right!

And still, the hard pace, the rough thrusts, the hand on her hip, grabbing her skin until it hurt a little was also just how she used to like it. Her sobs having settled into the pace of the thrusts, turning to more regular breaths, and then reluctant moans she tried to fight. She felt the cock inside of her, so rock hard, filling her out with each thrust so entirely it almost hurt. But in the good way of getting a solid dicking. Fucking hell how she hated the way her body took to it out of habit.

And then her head was yanked back from whatever was wrapped around the sides of her face, and she couldn't help but moan from the surprise of it. Lauren tried to tell herself that this was wrong, that she did not enjoy this at all. But her body thought otherwise, arching on the bed, being pounded hard. Every time the cock was plowed into her, it became harder and harder not to moan.

She didn't quite know how long she struggled against it, but once again it was a lost fight. Her fucking body failed her again.

Her body getting rocked by the hard thrusts. The hands fucking around with her arms, pulling on them, making her feel how little control she had over what was happening. The feeling of the cock filling her over and over and over again, the feeling of helplessness, the feeling of being man-handled and pushed around. It was all just too much. It was just too much conditioning, enjoying this in the past. It started building. It couldn't be fought down. The breath catching in her throat, breath being involuntarily held as it all kept building up. And even as her body got thrown out of rhythm, her pussy still got the same pounding as it had been taking.

Lauren felt the orgasm, despite every fibre of her being wanting not to. But all she could do was to feel it wash over her, while she sobbed.

* * *

It came as a surprise to Peter. He had not been expecting this at all. Had really been too caught up in his own things to notice what was going on. But just as he almost bottomed out another thrust, the girl let out some sort of vail, before starting to shake and sob. Understanding what had happened, he couldn't help but leer. Slowing down, yet still not stopping his thrusts, he kept slowly teasing his cock in and out of the girl's convulsing pussy.

"That's right. If you're not gonna fight it, then it's better if you just enjoy it." The girl's body was limp, shaking quietly, maybe from aftershocks, maybe from sobbing. It was as good a time as any for a little bit of a change. And for what he needed for the grand finale.

The pillow tossed away on the floor was moved back to the bed. With swift, measured actions, he grabbed the girl by her shoulders and twisted her, then took her by the hips, and completed turning her over on her back. A little adjustment later, and the pillow was under her back, propping her up.

Her hands still zip-tied on her back, face covered with the pillowcase hood. Pink cotton tee in a tangled mess, clutching her body. That, of course, had to go. So Peter fumbled around on the floor next to the bed, found his pants, and the knife in a pocket. He flicked out the blade, and cut into the seamline at the bottom. There was a sharp breath from the girl as the back side of the blade grazed her skin. He got rid of the knife again, before taking the fabric in both hands, and starting to tear. "Let's see you proper, shall we?"

Eyes having grown used to the darkness in the room, he let himself enjoy taking in the sight of her full body. Nice, round breasts finally properly exposed. The shredded fabric left still hanging on her body, along with the elastic and the scraps of fabric of the ruined panties, now having slid up from her hips and ending around her belly somewhere as a belt instead. All the curves and shapes he wanted. "Fuck you're such a beautiful mess!"

And with that, Peter grabbed the girl by the knees, spread her legs, and shoved his cock into her again. "And not a shred of resistance left in you... mmm! Good girl!" He lifted her against him by the legs, arms hooked under her knees, carelessly yanking her into the position that made her feel better for him. "That's it. Just take it. Take it like a good girl!" He started thrusting. The girl quietly took it. Received his cock being sunken hard and rough into the wet mess of her pussy. He hoisted her legs up even more, until they were more or less right up in the air. Leaned forward a little, arms wrapped around her legs, he managed to somehow slam himself into her harder yet. Each thrust making her body jolt, her breasts bounce and sway and jiggle.

The sight, and the feeling of the now welcoming, warm, soaking pussy sent shivers down Peter's spine. And he knew what was about to happen. He leaned forward even more, the girl practically being folded in half under him, as he reached for the belt. It was slightly awkward to get hold of the clasp while still fucking her, but the concentration was a welcome distraction that helped Peter be able to hold back a little.

Finally he got hold of it, and just in time. Arms wrapped around the girl's body, he took a step back, pulling out, and pulling her onto the floor in the same motion. With one trembling hand, he tugged the belt away, stroking himself slowly with the other to maintain the feeling of pleasure that were inches away from bliss. He yanked up enough of the pillowcase to uncover the girl's mouth, and feverishly dug two fingers into her mouth, pulling out the wet, drool-soaked bandana. "Gotta hide the evidence." he moaned, voice almost breaking.

Before the girl could get more than one or two mouthfuls of air, he grabbed her forehead and jaw, forcing her mouth open, and plunging his cock in. A couple of thrusts worth of mouth-fucking, and that was it. Peter could feel his legs shake, his buttocks clench, and a warm wave start from the base of his balls, travel up his spine, before exploding heavily out into the entirety of his body. Shaking, trembling, he felt his cock explode in a warm gush of cum inside the girl's mouth. Could feel it pump out, before fading away to little dribbles, and eventually stopping.

Shuddering he let his cock plop out, before pressing her mouth closed. Fingers grabbing her nose. "First you swallow. Then you get to breathe." The words took effort to get out. But against the palm of the hand grabbing the girl by the jaw, he could feel her larynx move. "Good. Good girl."

On shaky legs, Peter got his pants back on, retrieved the knife, and the glove he'd thrown aside earlier. He cut the zip-tie on the girl's wrists before he left, but she just sat there. The pillowcase had slipped back down over her lower face again, leaving her covered. Her legs were halfway bunched up underneath her, the same way as they'd ended up when she'd been dropped onto the floor.

He let himself out the front door, the ski mask pulled off and tucked away inside his jacket. He walked briskly past the first couple of houses, before he stopped. Leaning against a lamppost, he pulled out his phone.

Looking back at the exchange of text messages, he couldn't help but smile a little.

"Are you sure about this?"

"I don't know how I can make this any more clear. I want you to come over, to find the window I have left open, break into my place while I sleep, subdue me, and to just rough me up and fuck me!"

"What's my time-frame here?"

"I'll probably be asleep by 1am. Maybe 1:30 if you wanna make sure."

"I didn't mean tonight. How about the next few days?"