The Joanne Chronicles: The Knife

His grin was mocking while also managing to be compassionate as he moved closer, bringing the tip of his cock to within inches of her hungry mouth. As she watched in rapt fascination, a small drop of pre-cum formed at the eye of his rock hard cock. With a small moan she strained against her bonds and extended her tongue to bridge the gap between her and her prize. A swift flick of her tongue and the droplet was hers. She moaned wantonly as the taste of him invaded her senses. This was the straw that broke the camel's back. Any and all ideas of resistance to her attacker went out the window.

"Give me your cock! I want your cum... fuck my mouth... please fuck my mouth!"

Her throaty moan was the catalyst that set him off. Grabbing a fist full of her hair he rammed the spongy tip of his otherwise rock solid cock deep into her mouth causing her to gag at the sudden intrusion. His hand wound tighter in her hair, causing pain and desire at the same time. Joanne strained forward against the pressure of her bonds to get more of her meaty treat into her mouth. With a grunt her attacker thrust forward; the head of his cock butting rudely against the beginning of her throat. She knew what was coming next and quickly drew a deep breath through her nose. Joanne had never been good at deep throat but she wasn't against the idea of trying it with Sean. This was a different story all together. And it was precisely this fact that had her turned on to boiling point!

Using her hair for leverage he steadily pulled himself into her throat. Joanne tried to relax her throat but the gag reflex hit. As her full throat contracted in spasms and her eyes began to water, Joanne tried to will herself to relax... to accept the invasion. She was concentrating so hard on suppressing her gag reflex that she didn't feel his fingers on her nipple until they clamped down with almost brutal force. The pain rocketed through Joanne's body immediately taking her mind off the cock in her throat. Her body arched as she tried to relieve the pressure in her sensitive nipple. This only served to push her further onto the hard cock in her throat which was obviously the aim of her attacker. Before she knew it she had every millimetre of his hard cock deep in her throat and the gag reflex had vanished. Now her only concern was breathing. Just as she was nearing the limit of the breath in her lungs, her assailant withdrew the slab of meat from her throat, pausing just long enough for her to gasp a breath through her nose then filling her throat once more with cock. His strokes were long and slow but forceful at the same time. There was no doubt that he was going to use her throat for his own pleasure but at least Joanne could breathe. Even the pain in her tortured nipple seemed to fade as warmth spread through her body while her shameful arousal intensified.

Suddenly Joanne sensed a change in the dynamic of what was happening. Her attacker's whole rhythm changed. He let go of her tortured nipple and used both hands in her hair to drag her mouth up and down his cock faster. It was as if he was losing patience... or losing control. It was only a small thing but it was the first real crack in his discipline. His voice had been a physical crack, something he couldn't help, but this was a chink in his mental domination over her; this was something she might be able to turn to her advantage at some stage. Incredibly this only served to turn her on more and she moaned deeply around the mouthful of meat he was feeding her at a blistering pace. The faster he fucked the hotter she got and once again she found herself heading at a breakneck speed towards an enormous orgasm, one she had no intention of fighting.

She no longer had to struggle for breath. His strokes were faster and shallower and Joanne knew it wasn't going to be long before she would be swallowing his cum. His breath was coming in ragged gasps and that along with her breathing was the only sound she could distinguish. When it hit she almost wasn't ready. When Sean came in her mouth he usually forced his cock as far into her throat as he could before exploding. Her attacker, on the other hand, withdrew so only the head of his cock was inside the tight circle of her sucking lips. She felt the head expand and the man tense all over before he bellowed and started to fill her mouth with a forceful flood of hot semen! Bolt after bolt of cum jetted into her mouth and she struggled to swallow it all. Her eyes drank in the vision of a rampant man in full climax. His stomach muscles clenched and released in time with his eruptions, while from his sternum upwards every muscle in his chiselled body stood out in sharp relief. His head was thrown back and the wordless bellow that was issuing from his wide open mouth was one long excited cry. The sight, sound, taste and feel of what was happening finally threw her over the edge and Joanne plummeted headlong into her own orgasm, an orgasm unlike anything she had experienced before.

It seemed to gently wash over her, starting at her feet and working upwards through her legs, intensifying as it rose, up her calves, her thighs, through her groin and pelvis then up through her breasts... ever intensifying... the reversing it's course and crashing through her entire body in one huge gut wrenching spasm of pleasure. It was like a massive hammer blow of pleasure that slammed through her, igniting every nerve ending on its way back down her body. Her vision dimmed and her head whipped from side to side as she screamed her pleasure into the hard ejaculating cock still jerking spastically in her mouth. Swallowing was no longer an option as she mindlessly surrendered to the power of her orgasm. Semen flowed from her mouth as her head whipped about and her attacker prudently withdrew from her lips. In the throes of her orgasm she could have easily delivered a nasty injury to the invading organ. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was aware that his cock continued to discharge his thick white seed onto her face, albeit at a diminishing rate. Finally the flow petered out but Joanne was no longer aware of anything. She had passed out. As he came down from his own climax the intruder was shocked to see the lady unconscious beneath him. Her lovely face was glazed with his cum, her nipples were an angry deep coral colour and the sheet beneath her hips was drenched with her juices. He smiled a satisfied smile and leaned in to kiss her softly. Everything was going as planned.

Slowly he climbed off the bed and walked through to the master bathroom where he grabbed a washcloth and wet it under warm water then went back to the bed. The tenderness he used when he wiped the cum from Joanne's face and hair completely belied the aggression and brutality he had shown the girl so far... a fact that did not escape Joanne who had awakened while he was in the bathroom but who chose to feign unconsciousness for a while longer. She hoped it would give her time to organise her thoughts and get control of her feelings. She also needed time to recover from what had been the most incredible orgasm of her life... she felt drained.

He smiled down at her again as he tossed the washcloth aside. He knew she was conscious; he had known as soon as he had come back from the bathroom. It amused him to let her have her little deception, after all he had his. With another grin he checked her bonds then rolled off the bed and headed for the kitchen leaving her panting and sweaty on the bed. All this play was thirsty work. He grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge then checked the clock on the wall. Yes, he still had just over an hour to go. Things were ticking along nicely to schedule; he could afford to take his time. He sat down at the dining table and reviewed his activities since he had entered the house. So far so good... everything had gone according to script, even Joanne's evident and obvious arousal and denial of the same. Another glance at the clock told him it was time to get back to his work. Making sure his mask was still in place he walked back through to the bedroom holding the water bottles.

"So Joanne," he said. "You look hot. Would you like some water?" She was still tied as he had left her and from her position on the bed it was evident that she hadn't tried to get free which surprised him.

"Yes please." Her voice was subdued and there was a definite tone of submissiveness there. Again it was a surprise to her attacker and he had to struggle to keep a smile off his face. He leaned over and carefully held the bottle to her lips allowing her a long refreshing drink of the cold liquid. When she nodded slightly indicating she'd had enough he recapped the bottle and placed it alongside his on the bedside table. Her eyes followed his every moment as she lay there totally at his mercy. He sat down on the bed next to her and started to stroke her face gently. After the events of the past couple of hours the display of tenderness was almost surreal. Joanne figured it was just another way to fuck with her mind, but also she welcomed the attention. As he stroked he spoke softly in a soothing tone completely different to the harsh voice he'd used to give her orders a while ago; the voice he had worn to a rasp.

"Joanne you've been very good so far, and you'll be happy to know that this is almost over. In about an hour me and my knife will leave and if you behave for the next 60 minutes you'll be left here unharmed." She stiffened at this last sentence. Unharmed? She had just been raped and he was saying she would be left unharmed?! Still she had to admit that it had been exciting.... and arousing. Again she thought of the fantasy rape scenario she and Sean had discussed and toyed with. She had been all for it but he'd been hesitant. Perversely all she could think about now was how she could persuade him to go forward with it. The thought hit her like a silk covered sledge hammer and she felt herself flush with shame and embarrassment... and arousal.

Her tormentor's fingers trailed down her cheek, across her neck and down to her breasts. Softly he pinched her nipples, teasing the flesh to rigid points. As he did, Joanne felt her cunt flood with moisture again. She wanted his cock.

"Joanne do you want me to fuck you now?" He punctuated his question with a quick savage twist of her nipple producing a strangled gasp from the aroused woman.

"No... no please... please leave me alone." Why was she denying it? She wanted to say yes but her pride told her to fight it. She knew down inside that she wanted his cock but she was prepared to put up a bit of a mock battle for her virtue. The mere thought of it brought on another wave of arousal and she felt a small shiver go through her body. It didn't go unnoticed by her captor either. He grinned and deliberately mashed her breasts hard dragging a tortured moan from her throat.

"Oh I'm gonna fuck you Joanne, and what's more, you're gonna beg me to do it." With that he got up and went to her bedside cabinet. Opening the bottom drawer he reached in and pulled out her vibe... the Blue Dolphin with the little tip that drove her completely up the wall when she applied it to her clit. Which was exactly what he did. Immediately her hips bucked and began to writhe to a rhythm that only she could hear. She felt herself climbing rapidly towards what would be another gut wrenching orgasm as the tip of the dolphin's nose vibrated at a frantic pace directly against the tender flesh of her already over stimulated clitoris. Almost delirious with passion she groaned and opened her mouth wide when her attacker brought his cock to her lips while keeping up the torment on her clit. By now she was used to the girth of his cock and easily took it deep where she began sucking for all she was worth. Her tongue lashed the fleshy organ as it began to piston in and out of her throat, her gag reflex long past the stage where it would be automatically triggered. He wouldn't have cared anyway, all he cared about was getting his cock hard enough to fuck the lovely body tied to the bed before him... and he was nearly ready.

Joanne moaned deeply as she felt the cock swell in her throat. It had rapidly grown to its previous huge size and she knew where it was going next. Truth be told... she ached for it. With a grunt he pulled his cock from her mouth and in the same moment threw the vibrator onto the rug at the side of the bed. He was ready and it was time for the main event; for him to fulfil his side of the deal. It was also the time where he would be at most risk of being discovered. He wanted to change her position and the bondage arrangement. He wanted her to have limited use of her arms.

"Honey I'm going to uncuff you now. Then I'm going to refasten one of your hands to the bed frame. You're gonna have a little use of your arms and hands but don't see that as a license to try to escape or hurt me. My knife is going to be out of your reach but well within mine and I think you know by now that I'd be more than prepared to use it if I have to. You gonna be a good girl Joanne?" Weakly she nodded, unable to do anything else as her body slowly retreated from the brink of a massive orgasm. He smiled revealing those white teeth again. By now she had given up trying to figure out who he was; maybe she'd think about it later but all she wanted now was one final massive orgasm. Then a shower and about 5 days sleep. But first... she wanted his cock! The whole dynamic of this event had changed.

"Good girl. Now lie still while I get this organised." In a way this was even more surreal; a rapist asking for and getting his victims wholehearted cooperation in the commission of his act. He reached for his knife and swiftly cut the ropes attaching the cuffs to the bed frame. For the first time since this had started she had a measure of freedom. Still she lay quietly, waiting for his next instruction or move. Casually he laid the knife down on the bed just inches from her right hand and well within her line of sight. Then he gently grasped her left hand and tied the still attached cuff to the bed frame with plenty of slack in the rope. He grasped her right hand and released it from the cuff before releasing it to fall back onto the rumpled sheet. Only then did he pick up the knife and place it on the bedside cabinet. The intruder moved down the bed and swiftly released her ankles from their bonds. Still she lay quietly, gazing at him through eyes hooded with passion and need. Her mind was made up. She would do anything she had to do to get his cock... but he would have to work for it.

"So Joanne, do you want to get fucked?"

"No... please. Just let me go and I'll tell nobody. Please?" He grinned. Her voice was totally lacking in conviction and he knew it was a sham.

"Are you sure Joanne?" He moved slowly up her unresisting body and she moaned as she felt his hard cock drag across her sensitive skin, leaving a trail of precum. Soon he was straddling her stomach with his rock hard organ nestled between her heaving tits. Slowly he undulated his hips smearing his precum in a slick trail through her cleavage. The sharp scent drifted to her nostrils and she moaned again feeling another wave of arousal crash through her. Still she shook her head in the negative. It was driving her crazy but the perverse idea of holding out for a while before submitting fully was turning her on like never before. There was no doubt he was going to fuck her... but he would have to work for it. "Are you sure Joanne?"

This time he dragged the heavy head of his cock across her lips giving her a taste of the thick fluid drooling from the slit. With a groan she opened her lips wide and tried to capture his cock but he laughed and with a twist of his hips easily evaded her. He was enjoying this game. Reaching back he cupped her mound and slid a thick finger through her sopping slit from her asshole to her clit, and it was there that he settled, the tip of his finger flicking lazily at the engorged bundle of nerve endings. He was slowly driving her mad and he knew it... his grin told her that. She couldn't take any more.

"Oh God... fuck me! Fuck me you bastard!" Her voice was almost unrecognisable, reduced to a harsh rasp by the force of her passion. So much for holding out. He grinned his familiar wicked grin and slid off her body. Her legs spread almost of their own volition and he was greeted by the sight of a very wet ready pussy. She looked up at him kneeling between her spread thighs and wished she could see all of his face. The mask still leant him a measure of menace but the rock hard column of flesh jutting out of the juncture of his thighs promised to blow her mind. Her voice dropped to a soft desperate whisper. "Please... fuck me."

Briefly he thought of teasing her a little more but his need was just as great as hers and then there was the time factor to consider. Giving her a gentle smile he moved slowly up until he was hovering over her in the press up position; his cock poised just above her soaked cunt. "Put me in... if you want this to happen then put me in."

Joanne didn't hesitate at all. Quickly she gripped his shaft and pulled him down until the tip of his cock spread the lips of her cunt. Then she released him.

"Fuck me," she repeated. "Fuck me hard!"

Even though she knew it was coming Joanne was still shocked when he slammed his cock deep into her body. The stroke was brutal, totally lacking in finesse or romance but it was just what she needed. She came. It was a shocking yet small orgasm as he bottomed out in her cunt and held himself there, the end of his cock lodged against her cervix. He grinned as he felt her shudder and her pussy walls grip his shaft in waves. It took all of his self control to remain still revelling in the feeling of his cock bathing in the hot oily grip of Joanne's cunt. He was content to let her set the pace of the early part of their fuck. It was the only measure of control she was going to have until this was over.

After her orgasm petered out, Joanne was at first puzzled by her attacker's lack of further activity. She knew he hadn't cum... she would have felt it, yet he made no move to fuck her. This was a more exquisite torture than anything he had put her through so far. Her hips moved, rocking and tilting upwards rubbing the head of his cock against her cervix and dragging a moan from her throat. Then she rocked back and his cock slipped part way out of her. She caught on quickly and set her hips moving to a primordial rhythm and sending jolts of pleasure through her body and through that of her attacker. Then he moved. It was only a small movement of his hips but again it sent a bolt of pleasure through her. She moaned once more and twitched on his cock testing the limits of his self discipline. He wanted nothing more than to slam his length repeatedly into her body until they both came explosively but he'd mapped this out to a script and he knew that it would be more rewarding for both of them if he played the game as planned. Both of them continued in this subdued manner for a few more minutes letting the tension and excitement build. Joanne was panting and moaning, her body writhing and her head rolling from side to side. She took advantage of having limited use of her hands by grasping her breasts and pinching and rolling her erect nipples, adding to the passion building to a crescendo inside her. But there was only so much she could take.

"FUCK ME!! Hard... fuck me hard you bastard! Fuck me!" Her hips bucked upwards violently and his cock butted hard against her cervix sending a small climax rippling through her whole body. It was the trigger he needed. Withdrawing from her clinging wet depths he paused with just the head of his cock lodged just inside her engorged labia, then slammed his length deep inside her; his pubic bone mashing her over sensitized clit and rocketing her into a hard orgasm which shook her entire body. "Yesssss..."