****** All Alone One Night by ADS ******
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All Alone One Night


The window creaked ever so slightly. A small squeak it was as it slid smoothly
up. Such matters were so simple and routine for Jack.

He listened cautiously and waited warily. Absentmindedly he tugged at his ski
mask that hid his chiseled features. Nothing stirred within the apartment. This
was probably the bedroom so had to be very, very careful. He peered within and
scrutinized the area.

There was the looming larger darkness of the bed. An uncertain form puffed up
the sheets. Miscellaneous clothes littered the hardwood floor. Keeping an eye
on the bed Jack crept forward furtively. Once in he recased the room and
stepped ever so lightly towards the bedroom door. There was not much to see. A
bed. A bureau. A bedside table. Lots of empty space.

The floor creaked like a rusty hinge being forced and he adamantly cursed. The
sleeping figure stirred and began to rise in the moon lit shadows of the bed.

With a harsh damn Jack hurled himself towards the bed and slammed the wakening
body backwards. The bed quaked and bounced in the brief ensuing tussle. He
found a fine firm tit and smiled under his itchy mask. She felt absolutely
delicious! He hoped she was a young nubile wench and not an old varicosed
crone.

"Be quiet bitch!" he snarled. "I'm here to rob and not to hurt you!" She
quieted some except for a persistent little whimper. Repositioning himself he
pressed more of his weight against her back and shoulders making her kiss her
bed sheets with extra frantic desire.

"Please don't hurt me! I'll do whatever you want me to do. Don't hurt me!
Please!" She begged in a hoarse and sexy whisper barely audible from under him.
If he had not been so close, she would not have been heard.

"Then shut up, slut! I already have your body so you cannot promise me anything
I do not possess."

She shut up promptly and respectfully. Jack pulled her hands behind her and
held them within one fist while he flipped her over for a closer inspection.
His free hand slipped under her white nightie top that covered only her tits
and not her belly button. The breasts felt real fine, real good in his brief
but thorough examination. Her nipples had stiffened and she gasped with his
touch and pinch.

She resisted opening her thighs and he knew she needed some training. Once more
she was rotated to repose on her belly with her face chewing her dainty pillow.
Jack squeezed her firm buttocks not able to resist her most evident charms.

Reaching to the floor he pulled up her discarded clothing. The striped panties
would keep her silent. The panty hose would be useful in tying. The blouse and
skirt would have to be ripped apart, an easy task for his keen blade always at
his side. Being a thoughtful man Jack also kept a supply of short ropes with
him but her clothes were too handy. Besides her housekeeping style needed
improvement and a girl trussed in her own discarded and soiled attire would
serve her as a positive reminder to be neater.

She submitted herself to the ritual of crossed wrists wrapped with a strip of
white cloth. This was a normal prelude for a pretty girl on a first date with a
strong man. She hated eating her panties despite the strange normalcy of the
matter for her. Jack refused her subtle enjoyable protests and persisted in
securing her properly. More cloth bound the panties deep in her throat. Now she
would be quiet and only wiggly while he played. He cupped quickly a large white
breast. She moaned, muffled through her panties.

The panty hose crossed around her smooth belly and sensitive crotch to a cinch
with her wrists and then the left ankle. Jack strung her up neat and comely.
Now her thighs flopped wide with only one free leg. The right leg posed no
threat for Jack and gave her a tiny amount of freedom to respond to his
leisurely exploration. He pinched and molested her vagina forcing her to
squirm. Uncertain what to do she jerked her right leg about sometimes squeezing
his hand and often kicking her mattress and batting at his legs.

Tiring of her foreplay Jack latched the right ankle firmly to the bottom of her
bedpost. She knelt for now on top of her crumpled bed, an attractive and cuddly
slut wearing brief nightie top and bikini panties. Jack gathered up her sandal
high-heels and bra from the floor desiring to complete the cleanup of her room.
Her shoes went on her feet first. Then he attached her bra around her right
ankle as a sort of ornament.

His lovely victim sighed as she tested her strong bonds. She blinked, shattered
by the return of light as Jack checked her out. He had lucked out onto a blonde
in her late teens or early twenties. Large heaving breasts hid reluctantly
behind a transparent nightie. Erect nipples further tented her nightie top. He
whistled appreciatively realizing her superb value.

Her crotch hose rope creased her vagina crack perfectly showing her sex and
titillating her tumescent clitoris. Naturally Jack had risen to the occasion
too from her lusty exertions. "You are too damn good looking not to fuck, slut.
You just wiggle and warm up while I look for some additional loot."

Tears crept down her cheeks. She sobbed quietly upset at her easy entrapment.
Idly she occupied her time with her crotch by yanking on her bonds. Life in a
big city excited no doubt and for an exquisite maiden such as herself the
excitement was herself. Her knees stayed open now. Her burglar occasionally
touched her thighs and tits as he searched her rooms

Jack located $167.88 in cash as well as a few other items easily portable and
convertible into a few hundred dollars. For his profession his return satisfied
without counting his carnal dessert and appetizing side benefits to come. Too
often the places he raided had too little to rob or too much to steal as well
as too difficult to remove. Often recently he had pondered getting a partner to
help out as a look out and a loot hauler. The partner could even share the
delicate and petite blonde. Jack was a thief but not greedy. Any slut could
relive several men in a given night bed actions.

The captured female watched with dazed excitement on her bed as he dropped his
pants and lurched out of his shoes. His heavy sweater top remained, as did his
ski mask. She quivered gazing at his erect prick knowing what a girl had to do.

Then he jumped her fast, sucking on her ample tits while groping her bouncy
ass. She strained her anchor rope to the maximum to escape, but he ripped aside
her panties anyway and cut loose her crotch pantyhose bond. Her bottom oozed,
wet and eager for a prick. He slipped within buried to the balls in the first
thrust. Her eyes bugged out in surprise at her quick impalement. Jack assaulted
her writhing body of which there was no doubt of his temptation or action but
her vagina had accommodated him with plenty of natural lubrication.

"Haiii.Ahhhgghh!" she murmured sweetly while on her back with her stuffed mouth
close to his face.

To her further astonishment she moved wildly under him. At first she assumed
her helpfulness came from her bound hands or a desire to get fucked so he would
leave her. Dimly she perceived her own set of internal positive reactions but
denied them as best she could even as he licked her stiff nipples.

Afterwards he cuddled near her delicate, sweet form. She snoozed and snuggled
on her side with her thighs wrapped around his. He goosed her comely bare ass
to which action she moaned pulling at her friendly anchoring ankle bond and
wiggling her anxious fingers behind her. Her gag remained intact and soaked
with the saliva of her recent vehement protests.

He would leave her on her bed with the window open and the lights on. Her
crotch would be rebound and she would be ordered to her old kneeling position
with wide knees. An extra rope on her hair to her ankle in back would teach her
to how to better display her attributes. Her left ankle would continue to
anchor her to her bedpost. Her lecherous display would haunt her as an ideal
for the rest of her life.

Fear would keep her attentive and aware of anyone entering her bedroom. He
could conceive of her arching her back and proudly as well as involuntarily
thrusting her tits forward when a new guest arrived to be amused.

Perhaps someone else would come and violate her body rights some more. The
clock had only struck 1 AM and plenty of hours still existed for visitors until
the dawn and even later. With her waiting wide-eyed and breathing heavy any
male and some females peering within would be humping her before she could
catch a second breath. Perhaps he would return himself after another apartment
or two in his rounds as an early morning wakeup call. He would have to tell her
that to ensure a more enthusiastic response as well as her paying close
attention to proper sexy form when and if he did return.

Imagine her ultimate rescuer surprise. An indignant swarthy super for the
building cursing her silly screwing habits perhaps or a timid girlfriend
wondering why she did not return any calls.

She would remember her raping well. A girl always did when it occurred in the
comfort of her own bed with her foot fastened to the bottom. Not only would she
be neater in the future for unexpected late arrivals but her window would be
left unlatched and unclosed.

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