Noises at Night

I sat up in bed and looked around. The only thing I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears and my shaky breath. I rubbed my eyes and threw the covers off my body. I quietly got out of bed and tiptoed to my bedroom door. I cracked it open and peeked down the hallway. There was nothing but darkness and silence.

I knew that I'd heard something, but I wasn't sure what. I opened the bedroom door and walked quietly through the house, looking for anything out of the ordinary. I rubbed my bare arms and felt my nipples stiffen against the thin material of my tank top. Goosebumps erupted on my legs. This time of year, the days were warm, but the evenings were cool and my lack of clothing only magnified the chill in the air. As I looked around from room to room, I realized that the doors and windows were all locked and that nothing was out of place. I put my hands on my hips and took a deep breath. I must have been hearing things.

I shook my head and walked back to the bedroom. I slipped my naked legs back under our warm, white sheets and covered my legs. I sat in bed for several more minutes, just listening to the quiet sounds in and around our home. I sighed and laid back against my downy pillow. I stared at the ceiling.

Zach had just left this evening for an overnight business trip. I reminded myself that he would be home the next day. I always slept better when he was next to me.

I shifted around in bed until I was comfortable. I nuzzled into Zach's pillow and closed my eyes, trying to shut out my anxiety. It didn't take long before I started to doze off.

Just as my body started to unwind and my muscles started to relax into our mattress, I heard it again.

*CREAK*

My eyes shot open. I flipped over in bed, just in time to see a tall man, dressed all in black, standing over me. His face was covered and a black glove immediately slapped against my mouth, completely silencing me. I screamed into his thick, leather covered palm. My body thrashed against the bed, but he was too strong. Just his hand over my face was enough to keep me from moving much at all. I tried to twist my body from one side to the other. I tried kicking my legs against him and bucking my entire body off the bed. Nothing worked. He was too strong and I was too small. I quickly ran out of energy. I laid there, panting and trying to fill my lugs with air through my nose.

Once he saw that I was somewhat subdued, the man lifted himself off my body a little. He reached into his pocket and pulled out 4 long black strips of fabric. He dangled them above my face.

"If you scream, you will regret it. Don't make me do something that I don't want to do. Understand?" he grunted.

I whimpered into his hand. He dropped the bindings and wrapped his hand around my throat tightly. A strangled gargle escaped my lips.

"I said: Do. You. Understand?" he repeated forcefully.

I nodded frantically as his grip tightened around my neck.

"Good girl." He lifted both of his hands off of me slowly. My entire body started to shake uncontrollably as I stared up at the masked stranger.

"Sit up," he demanded.

I was frozen on the bed. I couldn't move. Part of me was trying to figure out how to run, and the other part of me was so terrified that I didn't think my muscles would ever function again. I just laid against the sheets and shook violently. Hot tears spilled out of my eyes and down my cheeks.

"I said to get up, Courtney!" he yelled.

He knew my name. My stomach dropped and I flinched from the anger in his voice. I sat up timidly, scooting backwards against the headboard. His gloved hand grabbed my right ankle and jerked me down the bed.

"Take your shirt off."

I whimpered and shook my head. "Please...please, don't do this. You can take anything you want! There's a safe...in the closet. Take it. Or...or...my jewelry! Whatever you---" He immediately stopped me by slapping me across the face. My shaking hand covered the red mark on my cheek and I turned back to him.

"I didn't come here for jewelry, Courtney. I came here for you," he said calmly as he kneeled over me.

I closed my eyes.

"Now," he said as he reached into his back pocket. He flicked open a long pocket knife. It caught the glare of the moonlight from outside our bedroom window. "Are you going to do as you were told and take off your shirt? Or am I going to do it for you?" he asked calmly. His composure was almost as unnerving as the fear of what was about to happen.

I sat in the middle of my bed with this stranger kneeling over me, and I felt completely paralyzed. My chest heaved dramatically from my rapid breathing. Before I could even answer him, he grabbed the straps of my tank top and quickly sliced through each of them. He pushed me back onto the bed and gradually dragged the sharp knife up the center of my top, causing it to fall open against the bed. He nodded his masked head and ran the handle of the knife down between my breasts.

"I guess we're going to do this the hard way?" he asked as he tucked the knife back into his pocket.

I closed my eyes as his hands grabbed my tits and squeezed them tightly. He pinched and rolled my stiff nipples between his fingers. The sensation radiated between my legs. It felt like my body was betraying me.

Soon, I realized that he was completely engrossed in my breasts, so I took the opportunity and lifted my knee up between his legs. I didn't make direct contact with his scrotum, but it was enough to surprise him momentarily. I wiggled out from beneath him and crawled desperately off the bed and towards the door. Just as I scrambled to my feet, I felt his hands grab the back of my head and pull tightly on my hair. I screamed out in pain and he was forced to let go and wrap his hand around my mouth.

"Bad idea, baby. Didn't I tell you that if you screamed, you would regret it?" he whispered breathlessly in my ear. I moaned into his hand as he dragged me back to my bed. He reached down and picked up a strip of fabric. He secured my hands behind my back. I pulled and jerked, but couldn't free them.

"Please. You don't have to do this! Really...whatever you want. Just tell me!" I pleaded.

The stranger ignored me. He shoved me down on the bed. My tits bounced heavily as he forced me back into the mattress. I stared up at him as he hooked his fingers underneath my white cotton panties and dragged them down my legs. I screamed and squirmed and tried to roll away from him. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, lifted his foot and pressed his heavy boot into my stomach to hold me still as he worked my panties off my ankles. Once they were off, he stradled my torso and forced open my jaw. He shoved my panties in my mouth, then secured it by wrapping one of the thick strips of fabric across my mouth.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" I squealed helplessly. In one last ditch effort, I started kicking my heels against his back. Each time he'd go to grab my ankle, I'd kick it and jerk it away. I slowly managed to scoot myself across the bed and roll off onto the floor. I tried to get to my feet. He just laughed, walked across my bed and stepped onto the floor next to me. Knowing that I couldn't use my bound hands, he kicked me gently and knocked me over. I was quickly running out of energy. I coughed into the gag. A thin layer of sweat was forming on my skin. I laid my head back against the carpet.

I didn't know what else I could do.

The strange man just stood over me and crossed his arms.

"Are you done yet?" he asked mockingly.

His cockiness infuriated me. I glared at him and shook my head defiantly. I swung my legs underneath myself and got up on my knees to stand up. He kicked me down again. I fell back onto the carpet and tried to scoot away from him, dragging myself along the floor towards the door.

"Baby, do you really think I'm going to let you leave?" he laughed.

I didn't even look at him. I wanted him to know that I wasn't giving up without a fight. As I pushed myself along the floor towards the door, he walked calmly to the bed and picked up the next strip of fabric. He sat on the end of the bed and watched me work myself across the room and eventually, out into the hallway. I didn't have any idea of what I would do once I got out of the room, but I just wanted to get away from him. I heard my bed creak as he stood up and followed me out.

I managed to back myself up against the wall in the hallway and scoot myself into a sitting position. Just as I started to slide myself up the wall, he shook his head.

"Alright. Enough of this. Come on, sweetie. Back to bed."

He reached down and grabbed me by the waist. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and walked me back to the bedroom. I started screaming into my saliva soaked panties, screaming for him to stop. I kicked as hard as I could against him and thrashed my body around, in a desperate hope that he'd drop me. He didn't. He slapped my ass hard, the leather of his glove snapping against my exposed skin. I cried out. He dropped me heavily onto the bed.

I laid there and panted. I couldn't breathe. My body was burning from dragging myself along the carpet. My muscles ached and face hurt from where he slapped me. I stared up at him, silently pleading him to stop. I couldn't see past the fabric on his face, but I prayed that he could see enough of my fear that he'd change his mind and leave.

He didn't.

He stradled my legs, facing away from me. He grabbed my ankles and tied them together tightly. I was completely bound, arms and legs, and the gag prevented me from making any loud noise at all. He had me. He had me completely restrained. I exhaled heavily and shook my head. He got up and shifted my body to the center of the bed.

He kneeled over me and started running his hands over my naked body. He grabbed my tits and pulled my nipples. His hands trailed over my quivering stomach and down my legs. He pushed his hands between my knees and I clamped my legs together tightly. His strength quickly overpowered my tired body as he worked his hands back up my thighs. I trembled and closed my eyes. I jerked my head to the side and tried to scoot up the bed away from him.

"Haven't you figured it out yet, Courtney? I'm going to get exactly what I want. You can fight and make it worse, or you can stop and try to enjoy yourself," he explained. His hand continued it's journey north and finally pressed against my heated pussy. To my shock and horror, I was wet. He realized it, too.

"What's this, baby? You're wet? Does that mean that maybe you are enjoying this?" He laughed as he pushed a leather covered finger into me. I moaned behind my underwear-stuffed lips. He withdrew his finger and rubbed two together, smearing my wetness between the fingers of his glove. He slipped his fingers in his mouth.

"Delicious. You are enjoying this. It's going to make the rest of the night much more enjoyable for us both."

I sighed as I watched him pick up the final piece of cloth from the edge of the bed. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and lifted my head off of the mattress. He secured the cloth around my eyes and laid my head gently back down on the bed.

I stared into the dark cloth. I could almost see through it, but I could only see shapes and figures, no details whatsoever. I felt him lift himself off the bed and I turned my head to follow his movement. I could barely make out his figure, but I could tell that he was pulling off his mask. I tried desperately to see his face, but the cloth was just thick enough that it obscured all details.

"You know, there is something about seeing a beautiful woman like this...completely helpless, tied up, just waiting to be fucked. It does something to me, Courtney," he mumbled.

I heard the faint sound of his belt being unfastened. He climbed on the bed beside me. He laid down and started to run his hands up and down my body. I could feel his thick erection pressing into my hip. I tried to roll away from him, but he just pulled me back.

"You've got some gorgeous tits, baby. Mind if I taste them?" He dropped his head down and wrapped his lips around my growing nipple. I groaned as he sucked it into his mouth and lashed his wet tongue against it. His rough facial hair rubbed against the soft skin of my breast, sending a shiver through me. I shook against his mouth. He pulled off of my breast and pinched the opposite nipple between his fingers.

"I think you're enjoying this quite a bit, baby. What would your husband say if he knew you were getting off on being abused like this?" he teased. I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut behind the blindfold.

Suddenly, I felt the weight of the stranger lift off of me and get off the bed. I tried to steady my breathing, but I was completely terrified of what was going to happen next. I heard the man kick off his heavy boots and drop his pants, and a sense of fear quickly spread over me. I pushed with my bound feet and tried to roll off the bed. I only made it onto my stomach before he was back on top of me.

"Thanks for the help, baby. This position is going to work a lot better for what I have in mind," he said.

I pushed my face into the mattress. My muscles were starting to ache to the point of real pain. I could feel my strength leaving my body rapidly.

My attacker lifted my hips and guided me onto my knees, my face still pressed down onto the bed. I was still trying to work the knots out of the fabric that held my wrists together behind my back, but I was having no luck. I felt him press a hand into my back, causing my ass to push up higher in the air. He kneeled behind me, keeping my tied ankles between his knees. He placed his hands on my hips and caressed them softly. The warm material of his leather glove soothed my tired skin as he massaged and kneaded my muscles. I closed my eyes and unconsciously started to surrender to the relaxing sensation. I moaned and felt a thick drip of saliva run out of the corner of my mouth.

"Does that feel good, Courtney? You like having my hands on you, don't you? I can't tell you how much I've wanted to grab you and touch you and just fuck the living shit out of you," he growled. Each time my name fell from his lips, it terrified me. This man knew me. This man watched me and I had no idea for how long.

His hands abruptly disappeared from my hips. I groaned and turned my head back towards the stranger, when suddenly, his hand connected with my ass. The slap was sharp and fast. I screamed into the fabric of my underwear and immediately dropped my hips down to the bed. He grabbed me and lifted me back into position. His opposite hand came down even harder on my other ass cheek. Tears started flooding my eyes, soaking the black fabric that covered them. The blows continued. One after another. Each one, harder than the one before. I lost count after about 15 spanks, but then something unexpected happened. The sharp, stinging pain started to transform into a deep, pulsing sensation. Something warm and erotic. I had never been spanked like that before, and I had no idea the kind of pleasure that it could bring. Without realizing it, I started to push my ass up further, reaching for his hands, almost begging to be spanked again.

"That's it, Courtney. Stick that beautiful ass up. You like it when I spank you like this. I know you do."

I moaned and pressed my face into the bed. I was aroused and ashamed and humiliated. I could feel my pussy starting to leak wetness out from between my fleshy folds. My clit was started to swell and my hard nipples were dragging against the sheets. As hard as I tried to fight it, this stranger was lighting a sexual fire inside of me and I didn't know what to do about it. My mind was screaming at me to fight, but my body was begging for pleasure. I moaned loudly into the bed as he leaned back and spanked me one last time, with both hands, against both of my burning cheeks. I was gasping for air behind the gag, trying to take the deepest breaths possible through my nose.

I felt the man lean over me and grab my hair in both hands. He lifted my head and torso off of the bed, pulling me up to a kneeling position. He pulled me back against his body. His stiff erection was trapped between his body and the burning skin of my ass. He pulled my hair with one hand, then let the other travel up the front of my body. He grabbed my breast and squeezed it possessively before letting his hand slide down my trembling stomach.

He started breathing heavily against my neck as his fingers got closer and closer to my pussy. His grip tightened on my hair and I pulled my head back closer to him to ease the tension.

"Oh fuck, baby. I can't wait to get inside of you. I've been wanting this for so long," he groaned against my neck. I moaned and jerked my head away from him. He pulled me back against his mouth.

"Don't fight this. I know you want it just as much as I do. Want to know how I'm so sure, Courtney? Feel this tight cunt. Feel how wet you are, you dirty slut," he growled at me as he rubbed his fingers between the slippery lips of my pussy. He removed his fingers and rubbed them against my clamped mouth. I tried to pull away from him, but he just let go of my hair and wrapped his arm around my neck, holding me completely still. The wet leather dragged against my lips and over the gag, spreading my pussy juice all over my face. I whimpered.

He released my neck and pushed my torso back down onto the bed. I tried to roll over onto my side, but he quickly grabbed my hips and moved me back into his desired position. I felt him back away from my hips and crouch down behind me. The tip of his tongue pressed against my slit. He was starting to lick me from behind. I pushed forward, denying him what he wanted. He slapped my tender ass and pulled me back up.

"Don't fight me," he warned.

I whined as I felt him press his face back between my thighs. I heard him inhale my scent deeply, then he dragged his tongue against my lips, up and down and shoving his tongue deep inside of me.

As much as I tried to fight it, it felt amazing. I groaned as I pushed my hips back against his face. He growled into my pussy and started eating me out like a madman. His hands came up and spread me apart as his tongue drove into me wildly. I could feel my wetness covering my thighs and his face. One of his fingers quickly found my clit and started rubbing it feverishly. I cried out as an unexpected orgasm tore through me. It was as much an emotional release as it was physical. Wave after wave of sensation pulsed through me as my body quaked against his face. I coughed and gagged behind the cloth, trying unsuccessfully to breathe. The man reached up and tore the fabric off from around my mouth, letting it hang from around my neck. He reached in and pulled my soaked underwear from between my lips. I gasped and filled my lungs with air.

"If you scream, I'll choke you with my cock. I won't care if you can breathe or not, Courtney. Got it?"

"Y-y-yesss," I stuttered.

"Good girl," he mumbled as he ran a warm leather hand down the length of my spine. I shivered from the effects of my orgasm and from his touch. He grabbed my hips and pulled back. I felt the head of his cock pressing into the sticky entrance of my pussy.

"Please...oh God. Please don't do this," I whispered.

He laughed. "It's a little late to try and convince me that you don't want this, baby. You just came all over my face. Now, I want to feel you get off on my cock."

I sobbed into the bed. He was right. I just had an orgasm from being tied up and licked by a stranger. This was so twisted. My mind and my body were completely at odds with one another.

He poked his dick at me over and over, not entering me, but teasing me with the first inch or so of his manhood. I could tell from feeling it against me all night that he was well endowed. I groaned when I realized that as much as I didn't want it to, it was probably going to feel very good being shoved inside of me. The tight ring of muscle at my entranced tightened around his cock. He moaned.