6 comments/ 34463 views/ 28 favorites Jenna's Lesson By: Kiwilass Jenna Cartwright woke in darkness to a gloved hand covering her mouth, pressing her head onto the pillow. In the depths of sleep she was unsure what was happening but as her brain screamed out she was in danger, adrenaline coursed through her veins and she gasped, struggling for breath. A heavy weight was crushing her chest and belly and she couldn't move her arms. She kicked and thrashed her legs, trying to throw off whoever was on her. A deep male voice whispered. "Shh, it's all right. I'm not gonna hurt you. Shh. There, there. Shh. It's all fine. Like I said, I don't want to hurt you so please stop fighting. Ok? Nod if you understand. There that's a good girl. If I take my hand off your mouth, do you promise not to scream?" Jenna nodded, she could feel hot tears coursing down the sides of her face pooling in her hair. She held back the sob that threatened to escape and as the hand was lifted off her mouth she screamed as loud as she could. Then there were stars. Jenna woke. Her face ached and her head was throbbing. She couldn't move. Her arms were tied to her bed posts, her legs stretched out wide so she was spreadeagled in the middle of her bed. There was a gag in her sore swollen mouth and she was blindfolded. She moaned and silently cried hot tears of frustration and fear. She vaguely remembered...what was it...something? Oh God, she groaned remembering the voice, the hand and the what? Her screaming. Did he hit her? Knock her out? He must've. "Ah you're awake again, good." Jenna held her breath turning her head to the sound but she couldn't discern where it was coming from. She tried to talk but it was just a mumble, the gag stretching across her tender lips was rubbing into the corners of her mouth and it hurt. She groaned in despair. "There, there. Don't try to talk. You had your chance didn't you? I asked you not to scream and you did, so I had to punish you. If only you'd listened we could've talked but now...you just have to listen to me." Whoever it was moved around the room, his disembodied voice coming from all around the bed. Jenna knew she still had her panties and t shirt on, though it had ridden up above her belly button and this made her cringe. But she was covered so that was a good sign wasn't it? He could've stripped her while she was passed out but he didn't. Maybe he was going to rob her? Maybe he was one of those freaks who just liked to talk? Oh please God, let it be that, she begged silently. 'This is what's going to happen. It's three hours until sunrise. By then I'll be gone and you'll be released but you won't report this incident to the police. You'll not be able to explain how it is that there's no forced entry into your apartment. Nor how it is that the doors and windows are all dead-bolted from the inside. If you tell them what happens to you tonight they'll not believe you. I know this to be true because I've done it before and they've never investigated." Jenna was crushed. God what is it that he does? "I've been watching you for a while now. That's what I do. I observe people. Just to prove it, let me describe a day in the life of Jenna Cartwright. She wakes early, feeds her cat and goes for a run. She usually wears a pink running singlet with tight pants but sometimes it's the blue varsity one she got on the track team at college. She comes home and showers using coconut oil soap. She trims her pussy in the shower too, about once a week when she shaves her legs. Jenna likes to use coconut lotion on her body afterwards and spends a lot of time moisturising her breasts." Jenna was sobbing now. Oh God. How did he know so much about her? Was he able to watch her in her apartment? How for God's sake? "After breakfast, usually fruit and yogurt she leaves for work. Her lunch hour is spent at the Café St Moritz and she's often seen eating with Paul Miller the head of accountants. Who, though married, often rubs his cock under the table while Jenna eats. A little tacky in my books but he and his wife do have a new baby, so I guess he's not getting any sex at home." Jenna wanted to vomit. This was so surreal and so out of the realms of being possible that she'd think it was some crazy fucked up dream if the pain from her mouth, ankles and wrists didn't tell her otherwise. "Jenna gets home at around 6pm and pours herself a glass of wine, fixes herself a salad with chicken, though she sometimes has tuna. She calls her parents and talks to them for around 10 minutes then washes the dishes and watches some stupid crap on TV that is beneath her. At around 10pm Jenna locks the cat inside ... by the way I let her out when I came in. I hate the rotten things. Jenna then changes into her nightwear, her old high school cheerleaders t-shirt and some fresh panties. Now here's where it starts to get interesting for me. In the three weeks I've been following you Jenna, you've not had a single visit from a man. Even when I've seen you with your girlfriends drinking late at night, you never bring a man home. It's impressive. It almost made me discount you as one of my girls until that is, I saw you pleasuring yourself. Oh what a happy day that was." Jenna cringed. He saw her. He saw her. He saw her. Jenna felt the blood drain from her face. Her whole body tensed. "Yes what a delight that was. In this very bed Jenna, you were pinching and pulling on your nipples, stroking yourself, your breasts, belly, thighs. It makes me hard just remembering it. Then the finale, you brought out your vibrator. The mini one you keep in the drawer? Is that your favourite? I know you have a couple. But this one seemed to bring you to climax very quickly. Yes indeed. It was lovely watching you shuddering away, grasping at your sweet titties. Mmm. And the smell of your pussy...oh my God Jenna. Sensational!" Now he'd gone too far. The smell of her pussy? How the fuck did he know? Was he here in her room last Monday night? Here? But where? She was now past scared and had gone right to seriously pissed off. Who did this fucking bastard think he was? She kicked and thumped the bed with her legs then. Trying to thrash herself from side to side, banging her head up and down on the pillow. "Oh dear, have I made you a little angry. Hmm, well good for me. I'll leave you to calm down. You'll get tired of this soon enough. I've plenty to do while you have your little temper tantrum." Jenna froze. Plenty to do? She heard a zipper, a long one? Was it on a bag maybe? What the fuck would he have in a bag She could hear him humming and felt him laying things on the bed between her legs and beside her. She swallowed, her heart hadn't stopped thumping since she awoke and the pain in her chest was now suffocating her. She was starting to panic! Calm down, calm down, calm down, she told herself over and over. Just be sensible and fight when you think you can get away, which was clearly not now. Take your time and be smart. She took shallow short breaths in and out through her nose to settle her heart and calm her mind. "There it's all ready. You seem calmer, hmm? Well done. I've found in the past that this goes so much better when you just relax and enjoy it. Other ladies and girls just like yourself have it enjoyed it so there's no reason you shouldn't." Enjoyed it? Was he fucking joking? How fucking delusional and psychotic was this monster? Enjoy it? She intended to live through it. She had no idea if he was going to kill her or not but she was going to live and she bloody would tell the police. The marks on her wrists and ankles would be a give away. And there'd be marks, she could feel it already rubbing her skin raw. And her mouth must be swollen too? Maybe even bruised? She'd get this fucking nut case. She felt the bed move under her as he climbed on and manoeuvred himself between her legs. She could feel the hair on his legs brushing her thighs and she shuddered with revulsion. She tensed herself, desperate to reach down and cover her pussy, to clamp her legs closed. Another small sob escaped from her gag and she immediately regretted it. He'd not have the satisfaction of hearing her upset again. She was sure it was the fear and powerlessness that he was getting off on. "Shh, it's ok. This is the good bit. It's all good from here on in. I promise. It would've been better if you'd not screamed. I do so like to hear my girls being pleasured. And you Jenna have the sweetest little cries when you cum. Oh yes. So very sweet." Did he just say cum? He thought she was going to cum tonight? The man's madness was limitless. There was nothing sexy happening here, nothing that was going to turn her on. He'd rape her. She'd be dry and scratched, torn and damaged. More proof to the police that this is not what she asked for. He was stroking her, from her knees to the inside of her thighs, his finger tips brushing up over her pussy lips, across her mons, sliding into the top of her panties, brushing lightly across the soft curls and down the outer length of her thigh and back again. Over and over he did it. Over and over, his finger tips light and gentle. Her skin, against her wishes goose bumped and she felt the smallest of twinges inside her pussy. No! No! No! she screamed inside her head. No, please don't let this happen. He didn't stop, he didn't do anything else, just the same light sweeps of his fingers, over her pussy lips, which now had started to swell, then inside the elastic of her panties, brushing over the curls on her mons and down down, down her thigh and then back again. "Now isn't this nice? It would've been better to have you tell me how much you like it Jenna but it's enough that your body is letting me know. I can a little wet patch on you panties and have you noticed your belly is quivering. Very nice." Jenna groaned as hot tears of shame fell down the sides of her face again. What the fuck was happening? He was supposed to savagely rape her, tear her in two, mutilate her. That she was prepared for but this? This was not something she'd ever been warned about. He stopped stroking her and she felt a cold blade on her hip. She froze. This was it then. Would he stab her? Cut her? No...what was that? Scissors? He was cutting her panties off, slowly, moving the blade against her skin, up and down and forward until she felt the tight garment spring from her body. She breathed a sigh. Relief? Oh yes. He did the same to the other side and slowly, slowly tugged her panties out from under her ass. The fabric dragging out from under her was strangely erotic, brushing through the crack of her ass. "Mm, Jenna. Now did you think I was going to hurt you with these sharp scissors? No no no. I told you, there'd be nothing but pleasure for you. Nothing but pleasure." Her pussy was now exposed. Were the lights on? She couldn't tell? She felt vulnerable all over again but told herself to focus on remembering details to help the police catch him after this was all over. Jenna couldn't work out from his voice how old he was. He sounded older more mature but her own brother had a deep voice and on the phone she could hardly tell him from her Dad. So he was 20-60 years old. Yeah, that'd help the police, she thought with despair. She felt the blades against her belly button and inhaled sharply. He then repeated the slow cutting process up through the middle of her t-shirt. Her body trembled and shivered as each cold metal blade pressed on her hot flesh. She could feel the goose bumps now spreading to encompass her entire body. As the final piece of fabric gave way he spread the cotton tatters back over her arms exposing her breasts. "Just as beautiful as the last time I saw them. When was that now? Hmm...was that yesterday when you were showering? Or tonight when you got changed? Yes, it was tonight. Very delicious." Jenna nearly panicked again as he reminded her he'd been stalking her but he distracted her. He was stroking around her breasts, not with his fingers but with something soft and silky. Was it a feather? It could've been. Whatever it was it was incredibly soft. He circled her breast, going around and around until he reached the tips of her nipples. Even she could tell her body was now betraying her in ways she'd never be able to stop. At 23, her experiences with pleasure were limited so she had no idea how to prevent her body from giving in to what he was doing. Maybe if she'd been older with more experience? She flinched and cried out against the gag in her mouth. He was sucking on her hardened nipple. Just softly. Now he was flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Now sucking it again. He held her nipple between his teeth and bit very gently. A small whimper escaped from her, one she couldn't stop. Jenna froze as she streaks of fire shot into the very depths of her pussy. She felt warmth and then wetness. And then he started on her other nipple. She'd never been so aware of her body before. She'd fucked some boys in college. Mostly they were drunk or she was drunk. It was always hot and heavy and she'd enjoyed it, she even came sometimes but she'd decided to work out how to pleasure herself before giving her pussy over to anyone again. She hadn't had a cock in her for two years now, just her vibrator. In all the time she'd been masturbating she'd never been aware of just how her body responded to being turned on. "Delicious, very tasty and responsive. See? I told you didn't I? This would be a pleasure. No pain, just desires." Jenna sucked in her belly as she felt his tongue between her breasts. She should have been revolted but his breath smelled sweet, like candy and mint. She'd wished it was fetid and disgusting but how could you hate candy? Fuck, she was in trouble. His tongue led a trail down the mid-line of her belly where he paused at her belly button and probed it with his tongue. She instinctively flexed her hips up to meet his mouth and her pussy secreted more juice inside her. She was now almost beyond caring that she was tied up against her will. Her nipples were crying out for some more sucking, her pussy was drenched and she feared that it'd start to leak out of her, filling the room with the aroma of her sex. "Ah now we're back at the beginning. The sweet haven of love. I can smell your pussy Jenna. Can you? It smells young and fresh, musky and sweet. Though of course all my women smell delicious. The older ladies I've visited, like your neighbour Mrs Finnigan. Now she was a riot, cumming all over my face within seconds of me licking her. Her pussy smelled and tasted so heavenly." What the fuck? Mrs Finnigan next door? He'd done this to her? She never said. Jenna never heard anything! He was blowing on the hair on her mons and Jenna clutched her pussy tight, regretting it immediately as her juice slipped from her tight canal and slid slowly, achingly slowly down to the crack of her ass. He lifted her up and slipped a large wedged shaped cushion under the small of her back. Her hips were now high off the bed, her thighs falling open but not going any further because of the restraints. She felt his tongue on her slit. He worked it up and down. He was tasting her juices and the shame she felt was enormous. This is why he kept doing what he was doing. He was pleasuring women, forcefully and he figured that he could keep doing it because they liked it. God that was so fucked up. Jenna's brain was now losing hold on reality. She could no longer focus on thoughts or try to maintain a sense of place in time. Every nerve and fibre in her body was singing at the attentions her pussy was getting. His tongue had now dug inside her lips and he was softly stroking up and down, dipping into her wet tight hole and sliding back up to her clit where he would swirl the tip around and around. "You do taste wonderful darling, so very very wonderful." Jenna groaned and tried desperately to push her pussy onto his tongue longing for more pressure that would enable her to finally cum. The pain in her belly and the ache in her pussy lips was excruciating. "Oh now are you looking for something more my darling? See now if you'd behaved you could've asked me couldn't you? But now you have to play my game and wait." Jenna was panting and grunting now, she no longer cared that she was behaving like a slut for his tongue. That she just wanted to cum on the face of the stranger who was turning her on. She felt the soft rubber tip of her vibrator against her pussy lips and then he turned it on. The soft buzzing made her cry out against the gag. The vibrations pulsing through her canal were slicing through her body to her nipples. He slid the vibe up and down her slit, sweeping it over and over her clit and down the middle of her core to press it into her opening. He then parted her ass cheeks and as it was well lubed with her juices he was able to easily slide it down to her asshole. He pressed it against her bud, swirling it around and around. She could feel the vibrations throughout her entire pelvis and longed to have him push it inside her. He pulled back and slipped it into her drenched squishy pussy, pushing it softly in and out of her, twisting it so it rubbed on her g-spot. She could feel her face going numb, her toes curling and her thighs clenching. She was going to cum. She was so close...argh...what the fuck? He'd pulled the vibrator out of her, leaving her hanging. Her orgasm just out of reach. "You're close my lovely little girl. I'm gonna have to put my cock in you now. I'm sorry but I like my ladies to come on my dick." She felt him kneel between her legs, the heat of his thighs against hers. She fell his balls brushing up against her ass cheeks and then the head of his cock was at her entrance. He pressed the head inside her hole. Just inside, just so the ridge was inside and then he pulled out, pushed back in and pulled out. Small subtle movements that drove Jenna crazy with need. She was screaming against the bonds of her mouth, crying out for him to fuck her. He must've known what she wanted and what she was trying to say for he laughed at her. "You want me in you? Fucking you? I know, I want that too. You feel tighter than I imagined. My cock isn't very fat but it's long. I hope you're ok with it. The older ladies love it and their pussies accommodate me nicely but the younger girls struggle sometimes." Jenna grunted, trying to say 'stop talking about it and fucking do it!' He slid into her then, only half his dick before pulling back and thrusting in a little more. She could feel what he meant. It seemed to her that his head was already pressing up against the top of canal but she could tell there was more to come. She tried to spread herself wider to accommodate him. "Oh nice Jenna," he grunted, "nice one. Yes, that's it baby you open yourself for me. Nice and wide...good girl...oh yeah...ahhhh...oh yeah. You're so wet and tight and hot. It's heavenly being inside your pussy. Oh yeah." Jenna was trying to buck her hips against his, encouraging him to fuck her. He must've gotten the hint because before she could prepare for it, he pulled back thrust all the way inside her. She thought she'd died. There was pain and then sweetness. Pleasure rolling over her, devouring her piece by piece. He rested inside of her before turning on the vibrator again. She heard the squelch of lube and then felt the tip of her mini-vibe, slippery and wet, slide into her ass. He was gentle, pressing it in slowly but it still stretched her. The buzzing of the vibe in her ass and her pussy full of cock was exhilarating. As she was lying back revelling in the pleasure he started to pound into her, his thighs and balls slapping against her skin and she came. She came hard. Her legs tensed, her pussy crushed against his hard length and he cried out. Her belly tightened, her breasts swelled and her nipples hardened all over again. She was panting and sweating as he finished off inside her. She felt him cum. Felt his hot sperm fill her and then leak out of her onto her pussy lips and ass. She didn't care. He pulled the now quiet vibe from her tender hole. Jenna's Lesson She was exhausted. She felt herself doze a little, aware that he was wiping her up, pulling the wedge out from under her. He was moving around the room and she could hear him putting things away in his bag. She no longer cared what was happening or what would happen now. She'd been assaulted in what should've been the worst possible way but she was laying here wondering how on earth she'd ever be pleasured properly again. She felt his breath on her cheek, he kissed her. "Thank you so much Miss Jenna Cartwright. That was, without doubt, everything I thought it would be and more." "Now, before I go I want you to know that you could call the police, some of my girls have. But like I said earlier, it doesn't go well. It's a hard one to prove. The restraint marks just mean you like rough sex and of course there's no physical evidence' cos you're clean, no tearing or scratches. I will keep an eye on you every now and then and may call back one night. I look forward to it." She felt him move away and panicked briefly. She was still tied up. "Oh and by the way, ask Mrs Finnigan next door if she likes feathers. She'll blush for sure but she's one of my more flexible ladies. Oh and there's Janice from 31, Debbie from 20 and Maria from 5. All of them have enjoyed me." There was a rush of air and then nothing. Jenna pulled at her restraints and they came away easily. He'd untied her and she'd not noticed. She pulled off the blindfold and the gag and rushed to the door. There was no sign of him.