8 comments/ 40360 views/ 8 favorites The Joanne Chronicles: The Knife By: kiwiwolf This is the first time I have written anything close to a non consent story and I feel like I should add this introduction for clarity. I do not and never have condoned rape and non consensual sexual violence. If you feel like this story will offend your sensibilities... don't read any further. If you choose to carry on reading and end up offended... don't email your outrage to me. I'm giving you fair warning here. That said I hope you enjoy this story. The Joanne Chronicles will be an ongoing project but will only be worked on in my spare time or if I end up bogged down on another project. My thanks to the inspiration for this series... you know who you are, and also to my hard working editor WildSweetOne, without whom I'd be writing at a 15 year olds level. Thank you ladies! "One more fucking day like today and I'm outa there," Joanne muttered to herself as she slipped in behind the wheel of her black 1978 Pontiac Trans Am. Her bad mood was briefly alleviated as her trusty old car started at the first turn of the key. She slipped a CD into the sound system as she waited for the engine to warm up and sighed as the mellow sounds of Evanescence filled the car. She put the car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot, out into traffic and away from the worst day she had ever experienced at work. An ongoing battle between her and one of the credit controllers had boiled over at lunch and the ensuing screaming match had resulted in both women being dragged into the boss's office for a lecture on office politics and how it had no place at Barnes and Elias. The fact that the credit controller had been undermining Joanne for months was completely ignored. This in itself would have been bad enough but it was compounded by her boyfriend Sean leaving that morning for a two day business trip. She couldn't even look forward to being able to talk out the problem with her soul mate; he'd left his cell phone on the bench at home by mistake. And on top of it all, today was their anniversary. She didn't think the day could get any worse. The drive home was as bad as her day at the office. Rush hour traffic was a bitch and by the time she reached her exit she was in a really foul mood. The day was capped off perfectly when she got snarled up in traffic and missed her turn off to the market meaning she had to go around and take another shot at it. Her visit to the market presented its own set of trials and tribulations. At five feet eight inches and built for sex, Joanne was a head turner at the best of times, and today was no different. Being dressed in a business suit with a semi see through black blouse and four inch stiletto heels gained her a bit more male attention than she was comfortable with today. As she leaned into the display cabinet in the frozen foods section she was grabbed from behind and held there struggling as a hand made its way slowly up the long smooth expanse of her thigh before coming to rest on the crotch of her black lace g-string. Her legs slammed together by reflex action but too late; the wandering extremity had already reached its target and spent the next couple of seconds exploring at will before her abuser gave a low chuckle and released her, moving away quickly and blending into the early evening crowd of anonymous shoppers. All she saw was the muscular back of her abuser as he walked quickly off through the crowd. The anonymous groping only served to remind her of how horny she had been for the past few days. The final straw came when she reached the checkout and found that she'd left her credit card in her desk drawer. She drove the rest of the way home near tears and resigned to the fact that she would be eating eggs on toast for dinner. If she had been a little less down in the dumps she might have noticed the rental car parked in her boyfriend's parking space. If Joanne had been a little livelier she might have noticed that the pot plant that usually camouflaged the spare key hiding place had been moved. And if she had been just a little bit more aware she might have noticed the scent of male cologne in her apartment. As it was, she noticed nothing. Silently she entered her apartment and trudged through to the lounge. He could tell she had just finished a rough day. Her body language said one thing; "I'm exhausted!" From his vantage point behind the door he could see the slump of her normally straight shoulders and her slow weary steps as she moved further into the room. Throwing her bag onto the coffee table she headed for the couch. His eyes swept over her statuesque form one more time as he allowed himself the luxury of a final examination of his prey and again he marvelled at just how gorgeous this woman was. Her dark hair hung to just below her shoulders in a shining curtain that came alive as the light hit it. As he watched she shrugged out of her jacket and threw it over the back of the armchair then stretched sinuously, giving her watcher the perfect view of her firm large breasts in profile. Through the nearly see through blouse he could just make out the erotic pattern of her black lace bra. The view was enough to send the blood pumping south and as he felt his cock start to rise he made his move. The low light in the room made it dim enough that she didn't see him as he moved swiftly in behind her. With sudden brutal force a heavily muscled arm wrapped around Joanne's throat as her attacker's other arm flashed up in front of her eyes. The limited light in the room was enough to send a blinding ribbon of light streaming off the razor sharp blade of the hunting knife clasped in the free hand of her assailant. Whatever chance she had to scream was gone instantly as the sight of the brutal weapon shocked her into immobility and silence. "Scream and I'll cut you!" The voice was a harsh rasp; deep and menacing. Joanne's heart raced so hard and fast she was scared it was going to leap out of her throat. There was no way she could or would scream. Her mind switched into survival mode. She had to do everything this man said... and hopefully she was going to live to tell the tale to the cops. Her eyes tracked the shining blade as it wove an intricate pattern in front of her eyes. The adrenaline that pumped through her system had heightened her senses. The smell of his cologne was strangely familiar yet totally unknown. The feel of his hard body against her back was shocking mostly because of the size of the cock that he thrust rhythmically against the cleft of her buttocks. Her burgeoning fear escaped her in a long drawn out moan which drew a low chuckle from her attacker. "Scared baby? I would be if I were you. See that blade honey? See how sharp that is? I can shave with this thing. Just imagine what it would do to that pretty skin of yours... that pretty face. Now if you're a good girl you won't have to find out how sharp this thing is. Just do what I say and everything will be all right. This will be over in no time and you'll be able to go on with your life with all your gorgeous features intact. Try to fuck around with me and you'll get hurt. Do you understand? Nod your head if you understand." Joanne nodded her head while trying to swallow the lump in her throat. "Good girl. Now let's just move through to the bedroom and make ourselves comfortable shall we?" His arm still wrapped around her throat, he steered her through to the large bedroom she normally shared with Sean. It was immediately apparent that the intruder had been in her apartment for some time. Ropes were attached to all four corners of her bed and ended in padded leather restraints with solid buckle fasteners. With a sort of detachment she realised they belonged to her and Sean. If Joanne had any doubts as to what her attacker had in mind for her, they were dashed when she saw the restraints. He was going to fuck her. "When I let go of you honey, I want you to go and lie down on your back on the bed. Don't try to run. I guarantee I'm faster than you. Do as you're told and you won't get hurt. You might even enjoy it." A wave of revulsion washed over Joanne when she heard the last sentence. He was going to rape her and he was suggesting she might get some enjoyment out of the experience. His use of endearments like 'honey' and 'babe' also rattled her. In a way it was a lot scarier than if he had called her bitch or slut or even nothing at all. "Do you understand me honey? Nod your head if you do." Slowly she nodded; her eyes never leaving the gleaming blade always hovering just inches from her face. "Good... now go and lie on the bed." The knife disappeared as he withdrew his arm and seconds later Joanne felt the pressure on her throat slowly relax as he removed the choke hold she had been subjected to from the beginning. She was free! Joanne was momentarily tempted to make a break for it but caught the image of that blade hovering in her peripheral vision. On shaky legs she walked the few yards to her bed and stood looking down at the bizarre sight of black leather restraints on her pristine white sheets. "Lie down! Don't make me wait honey. You won't like me if I get pissed off." The raspy voice had a familiar tone to it. She knew the voice but he was going to so much effort to disguise it that it was impossible for her to identify it in her stressed condition. The note of menace in the voice gave her the motivation to move and in a second or two she was lying on her back on the bed, her legs pressed tightly together and arms crossed on her chest. It was then that she got her first look at her attacker. He was a big man standing at over 6 feet tall and built solidly. He was dressed in jeans and a long sleeved tee shirt and was barefoot. Any hope Joanne had of identifying him went out the window on her first glimpse of the man turning her world upside down. The intruder was wearing a black bondage hood with slits for the eyes, mouth and nose. It also featured a zip running around the circumference of the hood meaning that the lower half could be lowered. Joanne couldn't even tell the colour of his hair. "Please don't hurt me. I've got some cash... you can take anything you want just don't do this. If you leave now I won't even go to the cops... I promise you! Please just walk out now... please." Joanne heard the note of desperation in her own voice and inwardly cringed. She was normally an extremely tough woman and to hear herself grovelling at the whim of this bastard was almost as bad as what she knew was to come. His silence was her only answer. At that moment she resolved to not only survive this ordeal but to find a way to repay this son of a bitch. Her mind started ticking over fast... recording details that she might be able to give to the cops later. His height, his weight, his clothing... the fact that he wasn't wearing gloves! His fingerprints will be all over the apartment! That thought stopped her cold. So far he had been very careful about concealing his identity. The hood effectively eliminated any chance of a facial ID and the fact that he was disguising his voice made it impossible for her to recognise the infuriatingly familiar voice. Why the hell hadn't he worn gloves? Seconds later he gave her something else to worry about. The intruder walked the few steps to the bed and stopped looking down at the terrified supine woman. Still brandishing the knife he reached into his pocket with his free hand and withdrew a leather harness device with a small red ball attached to it. Joanne recognised it immediately and moaned in fear. It was a ball gag. He tossed it onto her stomach. "Put it on. Once it's on I'm going to check it. If I find it's loose I'm gonna cut you. Not badly but deep enough to scar you. And before you tell me you don't know how... I know you do. Put it on now." With trembling hands Joanne arranged the harness and ball and cinched it into place. There was no point in arguing or making it harder than it had to be. She was determined to come out of this as unharmed as she could. As soon as the last buckle was clasped she returned her arms to their protective position on her chest and laid there, the latex ball a cold foul intrusion in her mouth. She had no worries about running out of breath due to the ball; she was used to it from the sex games she and Sean played occasionally. Even so it still took her time to get used to the size of the intrusive object and the flood of saliva that was a natural accompaniment to the ball. As she swallowed repeatedly she tried to tell herself that this was going to be ok. It didn't work. True to his word the intruder stepped closer to the bed and leaned down to check the straps. Any hope that Joanne might have had that she may have been able to overpower him and escape were dashed as he brought the sharp tip of the knife to her throat as he examined the fastenings. With a grunt of satisfaction he straightened and moved back slightly from the bed. "So far you are doing well Joanne. You're going to come out of this okay if you carry on the way you are going. Just don't do anything stupid to change my assessment." He paused for effect and the knife weaved its sinister dance once more. Mesmerised, Joanne couldn't take her eyes off the evil weapon. "Now here comes the tricky part. When I tell you, you are going to sit up and cuff your ankles using the restraints I have so thoughtfully provided. Once again I'm going to check to make sure you have done it right, and you know what the punishment will be if I find you haven't." To emphasise the point he leaned in and slowly dragged the point of the knife across the soft flesh of Joanne's arm. Goose flesh immediately popped up in the knife's wake and Joanne shivered in fear and revulsion. "You clear on what you have to do?" Wordlessly Joanne nodded. "Okay... do it." The intruder's voice had become hoarser and he coughed into his hand after his last command. Obviously the strain of disguising his voice was becoming a problem. "Now!" Joanne slowly sat up and reached for the first padded restraint. To fasten it around her shapely left ankle Joanne had to move over on the bed a little. As she did so she felt her skirt ride up exposing the top of her thighs and nearly showing the crotch of her g-string. Joanne flushed in embarrassment but carried on with the task at hand. In a matter of moments her left leg was securely fastened. She reached for the other restraint only to find it just out of her reach. She was forced to move across the bed once more but this time her left leg was anchored. The shift resulted in Joanne's legs being spread apart; the entire length of her legs and the crotch of her g-string now on display for the watching intruder. Her trembling fingers fumbled with the buckle on the restraint but she finally got it cinched. She remained sitting but hunched forward to limit the masked man's view of her crotch. Even though she knew what was coming, the preservation of her modesty was still a vain priority to her. That and the preservation of her health and sanity. "Lie down Joanne." The man's voice was starting to crack, a development that gave Joanne perverse satisfaction as she remained hunched over in defiance of his order. "Lie down!" He baked harshly. She moved to obey, twisting to try to preserve her modesty as she did so. It was, she knew, a futile gesture which brought a chuckle from the intruder. At the chuckle her head whipped up and she turned to stare at the intruder. She knew the laugh. Her stare cut his laughter short and drew what she considered a speculative look from the man in the mask. Then, shaking his head, he was back to business. "Now Joanne, you are going to cuff your right wrist... do it." Without complaint or pause Joanne moved to comply and with a minimum of fumbling had her right wrist secured in a manner that she knew would satisfy her attacker. Still trembling she lay back on the bed and waited for the next stage of the drama to be played out. Stretching out her other arm she made it easy for the masked man to move in and quickly secure her last free limb. She lay there quietly as the masked intruder circled the bed admiring his handiwork. Joanne was spread out; arms and legs akimbo on the bed. As he stood at the foot of the bed his eyes raked her from head to foot, admiring the long sleek curves of her legs and the firm thrust of her breasts, still concealed by the blouse and bra yet upthrust due to the positioning of her arms. Despite her tension, Joanne felt her nipples harden under her gaze and heard his quick intake of breath as he viewed this phenomenon for himself. This gave her an unexpected twinge of perverse pleasure, and she flushed again. "Now Joanne... lie still and don't do anything stupid and this will go well for you." With a little hesitation she nodded slightly. She was going to co-operate. Maybe if she participated a little it would hasten the conclusion of the ordeal. As she watched the intruder he took several deep breaths as if bracing himself for what was to come. Then he moved into action. He strode to the head of the bed and tested the bonds on her wrists one last time. Then he stepped back and put the knife on the bedside table tantalisingly just out of reach. Then he started to disrobe. Breathing heavily through her nostrils as she swallowed again to clear her mouth of saliva she watched as he removed the long sleeved tee shirt, careful not to dislodge the mask in the process. His heavily muscled chest was hairless and evenly tanned; his arms powerful with well worked muscle. The six pack of his abs bunched and moved as he bent to strip off his jeans. As the jeans came off Joanne couldn't suppress a small moan around the soft rubber of the gag as his rampant hard cock came into view. Long, thick and ribbed with veins it stood proud almost touching his stomach. The large head was a deep purple and shiny with the tension of the blood filling it. His legs matched his upper body, well proportioned and well muscled. The man was obviously proud of his body. He stepped closer to the bed and looked down at her in silence. Joanne swallowed again to clear the sudden flood of saliva from her mouth, her tongue holding the ball out of the way of her bobbing throat muscles. Her hips flexed unconsciously as she stared at the cock in front of her. He bent to pick up the knife from the bedside table treating her once again to the sight of his sculptured abs bunching and working. Joanne instinctively knew that the real action was about to start and strangely enough she was calm about the whole thing. It was as if she knew that the man now approaching her with the knife in his hand wouldn't hurt her. Amazingly enough the idea of what was about to happen even sent a tingle of anticipation to her crotch. The man sat down on the edge of the bed and calmly scanned her body from head to toe. Then it began. Slowly he reached out and stroked her face. The touch was soft and tender with not a trace of menace. His fingertips trailed from the hairline at her temple, down across her cheekbones and along the curve of her jaw. Once again she shivered but now there was a touch of anticipation mixed in with the apprehension. The identity of the man in the mask was still a mystery but her instincts told her she had nothing to fear... as long as she did what she was told. The threat of the knife still loomed large though and the masked man chose that moment to reinforce the threat by bringing the razor sharp blade into her view. It hovered above her chest and once again she kept her gaze riveted to the gleaming steel. She took a shuddering breath as the tip of the knife descended with infinite slowness towards her chest. The caressing fingers left her face as the tip of the knife came to rest on the skin of her cleavage in the 'V' of her blouse. Every bit of concentration focused in on the pinprick of feeling where the knife tip met her flesh. Her breath caught in her throat and she froze. The fear rose in her once more as he slowly let the tip of the blade settle into her flesh under its own weight. It didn't break the skin but that did nothing to alleviate Joanne's sudden panic attack. The brief flush of arousal she had felt was now replaced by despair and dread. She felt like she was on a wild roller coaster ride. Up one minute and down the next. The Joanne Chronicles: The Knife "Now Joanne, you look a bit tense, so what we're going to do to make you a bit more relaxed is make you a bit more comfortable. First I think we should loosen these clothes a little." The intruder's rasp was getting worse, but it wasn't the rasp that got Joanne's pulse racing... it was the calm matter of fact way in which he delivered the words. He might as well have been telling her that he was going out for a carton of milk. And then he started. Gently he grasped the neckline of her sheer blouse and pulled it out making the fabric taut. Then calmly he slid the razor sharp blade of the knife under the first button and with a soft hiss as the edge sliced through the thread, it dropped free. He moved on to the next button. Joanne lay as still as a statue as the intruder cut her buttons off one by one until he reached the waistband of her skirt. Gently he tugged the rest of her blouse from where it was tucked in and cut the last button off. Then he sat back and surveyed his work. Joanne was still covered by the ruined blouse which gave her a brief illusion of security and modesty... which he shattered a few seconds later as he used the tip of the knife to flip open the sides of her blouse to expose her large firm breasts still encased in their black lace and net bra. For a few minutes he just sat there staring at the bound girl's breasts then he moved. Slowly he brought his free hand across and caressed her breasts. Joanne's breasts had always been one of the most sensitive of her erogenous zones. At his touch her nipples erected immediately and sent a bolt of pleasure to her crotch. Frustrated, ashamed and confused she moaned around the ball gag as she saw the intruder's eyes light up as he both felt and saw the hardness of her large nipples. Seconds later she moaned again as the intruder grasped her left nipple, the one with the ring through it, and rolled it gently but firmly. The feelings were confusing. He had her tied against her will and was undoubtedly going to rape her yet she found herself yearning for the man to apply more pressure, even raising her chest to give him a better grip on the sensitive nub. The intruder put the knife down on the bedside table once more and reached for both of Joanne's breasts. This time there was no tenderness in his actions as he took a breast in each hand and squeezed... hard. The breath escaped the tied girl in a hiss as the pain mixed with bolts of pleasure and Joanne arched her back to press her tortured mounds harder into her attackers grip. As her chest rose to meet the harsh grip he changed his angle of attack, rolling her nipples hard between his index finger and thumb as he squeezed harder. The waves of pleasure washed over Joanne as this breast torture intensified. It was something she and Sean did on a regular basis and the familiarity of it was the factor that helped her to momentarily forget her circumstances. Indeed this whole situation was one that Joanne had shared with Sean on more than one occasion when they were discussing their fantasies. No matter what the reason, she felt the beginnings of arousal as a damp feeling in her panties and moaned again in frustration and desire. Her nipples were bright points of white hot arousal when the man sat back and his hands left her breasts. Her moan now was one of complaint as she arched her back once more to try to tempt him back to her hard nipples. Instead he stood and once again reached for the knife, the sight of which made Joanne sag back onto the mattress. Her mind was in turmoil. She knew her attacker, of that she was sure, but that didn't alter the fact that he was going to fuck her against her will. He was going to rape her and here she was lying there with her panties damp from arousal, her nipples as hard as acorns and panting for more. Then there was the knife. Her fear of the knife was actually acting as a catalyst for her arousal. The sight of it both terrified her and made her crotch hotter. "Oh my god... I'm sick... perverted." Her thoughts were flying from fear to ecstasy. She wanted him to carry on with his treatment of her. She told herself that if he hurried up it would be over and she could get on with her life while deep down she craved the release that she desperately needed. She and Sean had discussed fantasy rape in the past and it had been a major turn on for her then but this was different. This was real! And here she was acting like a bitch in heat. "We need to get rid of this blouse now don't we?" The intruder's voice was getting more ragged with every sentence. It was obviously getting harder for him to keep it disguised and Joanne was beginning to get snatches of what he might sound like without it disguised. She was positive she knew the voice but without a frame of reference couldn't put a face to it. The intruder bent over her left aide and slid the blade in between the sleeve of the blouse and Joanne's bare flesh. In one smooth continuous move he slit the fabric from cuff to collar, working carefully around her neck until the job was complete. One more such cut and he could pull the ruined garment from underneath her bound body in one piece. He stood and moved around the bed and made the necessary cut. His follow through was to grip the remains of the blouse and tug it away from her body. From the waist up she was now clad only in her watch, her bra and the ball gag. Her attacker obviously appreciated the view. His cock seemed to have grown in girth and length and now lay almost against his flat muscled body, bobbing slightly with a pulse of its own. As Joanne watched a pearl of precum gathered at the tip and slowly rolled down the shaft. More saliva flooded her mouth at the sight forcing her to swallow rapidly to clear it. She wanted to taste him. The thought filled her with shame and confusion again. Why did she feel like this? Almost as if he could read her mind the intruder stepped up to the head of the bed and leaned over her face. This brought his bobbing cock within inches of her flushed face and full lips. She groaned in frustration as she strained her head upwards, hoping to feel the silky brush of his cock flesh on her skin. The sight of his rock hard shaft, glistening with precum sent a small flood of juice into her already damp panties. With that low and familiar chuckle he avoided her questing head and stood upright once again. "You want to suck my cock honey? Even though you know what I'm going to do to you, you still want to suck my cock? What sort of slut are you Joanne?" Her mind raced as he spoke in his own voice for the first time since her ordeal had begun. At least she assumed it was his voice. It was still raspy but she was now positive she knew it. "If I took the ball gag out I'm pretty sure you'd be screaming your head off in a matter of seconds. And that would ruin the fun we're gonna have wouldn't it? I'd have to hurt you... and I don't want to hurt you Joanne. Well not badly anyway. Maybe a bit of spanking, but then spanking never hurt anyone did it?" He looked down at her as if expecting an answer. None was forthcoming. Her mind was racing. "How the fuck does he know that I love to be spanked and slapped a bit?" "Well? Answer me!" His demand now had a little more force in it and Joanne knew instinctively that things were moving to the next level yet she gave no indication of an answer either way. Without warning he leaned over and slapped her on the right cheek. The slap wasn't hard yet it promised more to cum if she wasn't obedient. It also sent another small flood of juice into her panty crotch and her nipples regained some of the hardness they had lost since he had stopped playing with them. Her breathing quickened as she glared at the intruder who just laughed and looked down at her with amusement. "Before I'm finished here today Joanne, you will learn obedience. If I ask you a question, you will give me an answer. A nod or a shake of the head will suffice since your oral ability to respond is kinda restricted shall we say. Now... I want an answer. Spanking never hurt anyone did it?" This time Joanne was quick to shake her head in the negative. She needed time to sort out her feelings and the slap had only served to turn her on more. "Good girl. And you'd love to suck my cock wouldn't you? Take your time with this answer Joanne. Think about it. Mull it over in that gorgeous head of yours for a few minutes before you give me your answer. While you're thinking I'll help you out of this skirt." He moved down the bed a little and bent over Joanne's waist. Without any hesitation he slid the blade of the knife under her waistband and slit the garment from top to bottom. Once again he used the blade of the knife to flip the two halves to the sides and fully expose the girl's crotch area to his excited gaze. It was his turn to moan as he saw how wet the delicate lace at the crotch of her g-string had become. He stood as still as a statue for a few moments while his eyes drank in the sheer eroticism of the sight before him, then with a single hard tug the remains of her skirt joined the ruined blouse on the floor. Joanne lay there in her sexy lingerie feeling more exposed than if she had been naked. The only thought now pounding through her brain was that she wanted to be fucked. The game had changed. She still felt threatened and scared. She still felt ashamed of the way she felt and disgusted at her own weakness, but her biological urge was overpowering. She needed the release that only a crashing orgasm could bring her. And she didn't want to wait for it. She started to strain at her bonds hoping to get free so she could at least take care of her needs. It was a futile gesture. Her attacker's knots were well tied and the padded cuffs she and Sean had bought were very well made. The intruder stood and watched as she writhed on the bed, patiently waiting as her struggles grew weaker as she tired. Finally she was done. "Feel better now?" Again that infuriatingly familiar voice. Joanne just lay there panting as she recovered her breath. Swiftly lean leaned in and... CRACK... his slap was slightly harder this time and again Joanne moaned in arousal. Slapping and spanking often featured in the BDSM games that she and Sean regularly played and they never failed to turn her on quickly and thoroughly. It was no different now although Joanne wished it was. "I'll ask again... do you feel better now?" Joanne quickly shook her head. The intruder laughed again. "Well let's see if we can change that shall we?" Once again his gleaming knife hove into view, stopping Joanne's breath as the knife descended towards her breasts. She tried to stop the trembling in her body as the knife inched its way closer to the hard nipple of her right breast. Then it made contact. The initial feeling was one of pressure as the knife tip settled onto the engorged nub, and then Joanne felt the needle-like prick as the tip worked through the protective layer of lace. Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead as she concentrated on the sharp feeling in her nipple, while more moisture gathered in her crotch. Suddenly the knife tip was lifted only to shift position. The man in the mask lowered the knife tip to the soft flesh of Joanne's upper right breast. He gave her a few seconds to get used to the feeling then slowly started dragging the knife tip across her delicate skin towards the other breast. The blade didn't break the skin but left a red welt in its wake. The feeling was one of exquisite torture and Joanne's hips writhed sensuously in response. "Fuck me!" she screamed into the ball gag. It came out as a muffled wordless cry which the masked intruder seemed to understand. "You want some cock baby?" he asked softly as he lifted the knife from its bloodless track. She nodded frantically in reply which seemed to please the intruder. "We'll have to see how you behave if you want to be fucked now won't we." It was a statement rather than a question but Joanne nodded rapidly once more. This seemed to speed up the procedure. Instead of carrying on the torture the masked man slid the knife under the shoulder strap of her bra and in one smooth flick of his wrist he slit the fabric. Swiftly he repeated the procedure with the other strap then brought his knife down to the band of fabric nestled between the cups of her bra. Swiftly he sliced it and tugged the ruined garment off the excited girl. With hardly a seconds pause, his hands were on her breasts, mauling and squeezing them before capturing her pierced nipple by the ring and steadily but firmly pulling up and away from her body. Joanne grunted deep in her throat as a mini orgasm rocked her senses with its unexpected arrival. Her eyes flew wide open and she moaned as the wave of pleasure took her by surprise. Her hips bucked once, hard, as if searching for penetration by a thick long cock. Like the one that the masked man now brought close to her face again. This time he dragged the engorged column of flesh and muscle across her cheeks and back to her lips. "Let me suck it!" she raged deep within her mind. Gripping his hardon by the base, the masked man slapped it hard across her cheek. It left a trail of precum where it struck her skin. She could smell the salty tang of the seminal fluid and it made her mouth water once more. When he reapplied the pressure on her nipples she cried out behind her gag and her hips began to rotate of their own volition. Now, along with the salty tang of the intruder's precum, she could smell the musky sweetness of her own juices. Despite her mixed emotions, her panties were soaked with her reluctant arousal. Or was it reluctant. The ongoing mind fuck the intruder was running on her had changed the situation markedly. As she lay there revelling in the feelings this bastard's hands were creating in her body, she realised that if she was free she would have thrown him onto his back and mounted the column of flesh growing from his loins. She would have sucked and fucked him until she couldn't cum again. As the realisation slammed through her mind he changed tack once more. He lifted his hands from her swollen breasts and stood up abruptly. Joanne mewled deep in her throat with frustration at the cessation of the feelings. With a pleading look in her eyes she watched him walk to the foot of the bed and climb up between her widespread legs where he knelt motionless, watching her. Finally he moved; his hands reaching up to his leather clad head. Holding the hood still with one hand he gripped the tab of the zipper which held the two halves of the hood in place and slowly ran it around to the limit of his reach. Swapping hands he completed the procedure then paused with the two halves of the hood unfastened but still in place. Joanne froze. He was about to reveal more of himself to her and she wasn't sure if she wanted that. Would knowing more about him put in her more danger? The decision wasn't hers to make though. Seconds later he spun the bottom half of the hood around and unzipped one last zip turning the circular band of leather into a strip which he tossed aside. Joanne didn't see this last movement. Her eyes were locked on the lower half of the man's face. From the nose down the man's face was fully revealed to Joanne, while the top half was still concealed. The strong jaw that had only been hinted at while he was covered by the mask was now evident. He was clean shaven and tanned with full sensual lips which parted in a grin to reveal an impossibly perfect smile full of even white teeth. Once again Joanne was hit by the frustration of knowing the facial features but not having enough to complete the identification of her assailant. For the first time since the ordeal had started Joanne looked deep into the man's eyes. They were a greyish blue and had an intensity that burned into her. Later it struck her that if she had been thinking clearly she would have been able to identify her assailant from the scraps of information she had, but at that moment she was panting with sexual frustration and need. The identity of her attacker was just tantalisingly out of reach. "It's a pity I have to use that ball gag on you Joanne. I would love to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours baby. I've fantasised about you and me in a sixty-nine for ages now. Still, just because you can't eat me doesn't mean I can't eat you now does it?" Joanne moaned deep in her throat as the intruder kept his gaze locked on her and slowly bent forward, bringing his face to within inches of her lace clad cunt. The moan turned into a soft mewl as she felt his breath on the moist fabric and she felt herself getting wetter. Rolling her hips she arched her groin upwards to try to press her sopping cunt against his face. "Oh my God! I'm out of control!" she thought as she felt his hands grip her, high up on her inner thighs, pushing them wider to the limits of her bonds. She did nothing to stop him as she concentrated on the feeling of his hot breath on her wet g-string. She knew that it wasn't going to take much to shunt her over the edge into a colossal orgasm and she trembled in anticipation. It no longer mattered that all of this was against her will. She wanted her orgasm... no... she deserved her orgasm... needed her orgasm. After all he had put her through, the least he could do was make her cum. Seconds later he took the first step in making her wish come true. Joanne's hips bucked upwards violently as he abruptly pressed his mouth hard against the wet crotch of her g-string. The pressure of his lips sent an immediate shock through her body; not quite a mini orgasm but close... very close. Her breath escaped her in an explosive grunt that was only partially muffled by the rubber ball gag in her mouth as her head whipped back; her hair flying in rolling waves. The intruder pressed harder; his nose crushed against the engorged nub of her clitoris and Joanne hovered briefly on the edge of a gigantic orgasm before he pulled away leaving her gasping and moaning in frustration. He stood up and walked around to stand at the head of the bed. His erect cock towered over her face drawing Joanne's gaze like a magnet attracts iron filings. "Now if you promise to be a good girl, I'll take that gag out of your mouth." His voice taunted her with its familiarity even as his words turned her on with their unspoken promise. Instinctively she knew what was coming. "Nod your head if you're going to behave Joanne." Quickly she nodded and was rewarded with a low chuckle from her captor. "Okay... let's just establish a few ground rules first. When I take this thing out you'll do exactly as I say. If you scream or shout I'll cut you and replace the gag. If you try to bite me, I'll cut you bad and replace the gag. If you do what you're told, things will go well for you and you'll be free soon. If you don't, you'll get hurt. Do you understand Joanne?" Quickly she nodded again, her senses on fire with sexual arousal. The intruder paused for a few seconds as if evaluating her responses before moving to undo the gag. In a few moments the ball gag was loosened and removed. Joanne flexed her jaw muscles a few times to work out the cramped feeling the ball gag had left her with then turned to face the intruder. "I'll do what I'm told... just don't hurt me." Her voice was husky from the ball gag and the screaming she'd done. Her intruder grinned at her words and moved closer to the bed, dropping the gag on the floor. "Good girl. Now I'm going to fuck your mouth until I cum... and you're going to swallow the lot." His statement was delivered in such a matter of fact tone that he might as well have been announcing that he was going to take out the garbage. The effect his words had on Joanne were profoundly different. Immediately she felt a surge of passion. Her already wet pussy seemed to get wetter and the throbbing heat in her engorged nipples grew. There was nothing she wanted more than to suck this man's cock. All reason was left far behind. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be used. She wanted what she had feared at the beginning of her ordeal. She found herself eagerly anticipating his cock and lifted her head to make access easier for him. 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..."