Introduction:

This is a dark and brutal rape fantasy.

All it takes is one broken window and a flick of a lock and he's inside. He's been watching her for days. Planning. Fantasising about this moment...the moment he'll claim her as his own.

He walks towards the bedroom, hand trailing against the wall. His fingertips trace the rough surface, savouring the contrast between what he feels now and what he imagines her skin will feel like under his fingers.

The bedroom door is slightly ajar and he pauses, watching her sleep. It's a hot summer night and she is perfectly naked, save for a white sheet clinging to her lower back. So peaceful. For now.

He undresses, running his eyes over her exposed skin. He stands over her, naked, making himself wait a little. His cock twitches. He unzips his backpack, reaches for the knife and places it on the bed, near her thigh. Then he takes out his cuffs and a silk tie his wife gave him.

He pulls back the sheet and drops it on the floor. Gently, careful not to wake her, he slips the cuff over one wrist, resting next to her pillow and rolls her onto her stomach. She murmurs and a rush of anticipation awakens his cock. Slowly, he coaxes her other arm closer and cuffs her hands together. They lie, open and relaxed against the swell of her arse.

The bed dips as he slides over and settles on top of her, legs straddling her just below her bum. The sudden pressure wakes her and she starts. She opens her mouth to scream, but the tie is gagging her before she can make a sound.

Her terrified whimpers spur him on and he rocks his hips, pressing his painfully hard cock against her bum cheeks. Her muffled protests leave him shivering with anticipation. He weaves his fingers around her neck and forces her face into the mattress. He leans over her, his weight keeping her trapped against the bed. His lips brush against the lobe of her ear.

"Quiet!"

He reaches for the knife. The way her arse presses against his crotch when he slides the edge of the blade against her skin makes him moan.

"Don't make a sound. Don't move! Or else..."

The blade glides against the curve of her throat.

"Understand?"

She sobs and nods.

He leans his full weight against the hand at the back of her throat, pushing her tear-streaked face into the mattress again, a silent warning. Her body quivers underneath him, but she stays completely silent.

He pushes himself up until his crotch rests just underneath the swell of her backside, still straddling her legs, keeping her trapped underneath him.

Slowly, almost lazily, he traces the tip of the knife down the middle of her back. She shivers under the cold metal, shoulders shaking with silent tears.

He leans over and places the knife within reach on the bed. His hands immediately gravitate towards the luscious globes of her arse, kneading them and slowly spreading them. The tip of his cock is wet with precum and he rubs it against the valley between her spread cheeks. The contrast is glorious. His cock is pink and throbbing against her pale skin. He aches to be inside her.

With a grunt, he moves until he's able to pull her hips up and shove a pillow under her. He leans over, his body flush against hers and blindly reaches into his backpack next to the bed. He finds the lube and plug easily. He smirks and sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder.

"Shhh..." He reminds her.

The next few minutes are a bit of a blur, but soon she is wet with lube and the point of the butt plug is swirling through it, massaging her tightly puckered hole. Oh so slowly, he inches it inside, watching with rapt attention as it sinks inside and the skin stretches around the bulge until it's snugly nestled in her arsehole.

He kneads her flesh, stretching her open and dribbling more lube down her slit. He follows the path of the liquid as it flows from the knob of the butt plug, down to her pussy, spreading it with his fingers, dipping inside her velvet walls. He gives his cock a tug and a few rubs, a bit of torture before pleasure and then guides the head of his cock until it's just brushing against her outer pussy lips.

He holds his breath and pushes inside, just a little until...there it is...that sound she makes, that powerless whimper. With one harsh motion he impales her, grunting when his hips slap against her with the force of his thrust.

Feel that? This, he thinks with a second violent ram of his hips, this is now mine. This tight, tight pussy belongs to him. She makes a broken sound. A bit of blood trickles onto the sheets.

He fucks her with deep, brutal thrusts until she's a whimpering wreck, his cum spilling deep inside her. Reams of cum filling her ruined cunt. He pulls out when he goes soft and a mixture of blood and warm sperm dribbles from her pussy.

She looks beautiful like this. Fucked senseless and oozing his seed, her butt shuddering with the force of her sobs.

The motion accentuates the butt plug, beckoning to him and focussing his attention on the little bulb. It's absolutely mesmerising. He spreads her cheeks and just stares. Eventually he reaches for the plug and starts pulling it out slowly, watching the rim of her arse stretch around the bulb of the head. In and out, in and out.

Maybe it's the weeks of anticipation, maybe it's the adrenalin, he's not sure why, but he feels the blood pumping to his cock and soon he is hard again. One last nudge and the butt plug plops free. He reaches for the lube and drips it into and around her puckered hole.

He grabs his cock and pushes the head against it. She is tight, too tight, but he keeps pushing. She resists but he doesn't relent. With a grunt, he pushes harder and shudders when the head of his cock slides inside her arse, but he doesn't stop. He keeps pushing until he's balls deep in her. He goes still. He waits, while she adjusts, impaled with his impatient cock.

Then he starts moving, and god, her arse squeezes around his cock like it was made to be fucked. And fuck it he does. He fucks it, slamming into her. The bed moves and squeaks under the power of his thrusts. He comes suddenly, revelling in the sensation of his cum shooting into her ruined arse. He sags down, still buried in her and lies on top of her, catching his breath.

The room smells of sex.

A buzz inside his backpack draws his attention. He slides his cock out and leans over to grab his phone. It's his wife. He sighs.

He moves to threaten the girl to keep quiet when he notices she's passed out. He's not sure when she passed out. Must be while he was pummelling her arse. He pats her buttocks and slides off.

Soon, he's wiped clean, dressed and uncuffing the girl. He stands over the bed watching her for a while, admiring his handiwork.

Then he leaves the way he came. With a bounce in his step, he starts making his way home. To his wife. A smile creeps across his face when he thinks of the silk tie. He left if behind. Something to remember him by.

He never liked that tie anyway.

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