by Jan Bowles
Running out of ideas, she stumbled upon bravado, hoping perhaps that would work. “Who’s there? I have a gun, and I’m not afraid to use it.” She lied. Andrea hated guns, but she hoped the tremor in her voice didn’t give away exactly how vulnerable she felt.
Think, Andrea, think.
The phone.
Andrea could just about make it out lying on the coffee table in the expansive living area. She ran to it, not daring to look either side, before picking it up, only to find the line completely silent, however many buttons she pushed.
Her imagination was working overtime now.
Oh, dear God. This whole thing has been planned, engineered even, and whoever is in this villa with me knows that Zack is away.
Feeling completely helpless, and fearing for her life, pure panic erupted from her. “Oh dear God. Please help me. Somebody please help me.”
The interior of the villa was almost totally black now, all remnants of the sun having gone. Completely out of ideas, and fully aware that the nearest property was over a mile away, and that no one would hear her distressed calls, she frantically screamed, “Help me. Somebody help me. Please.”
Despite the chances of someone coming to her rescue being virtually zero, she screamed again, even louder and more desperate this time, “Please. Please. Somebody help me please,”
When she felt a large hand cover her mouth, and a powerful arm pull her backward, she froze in abject terror, knowing that her worst nightmare was about to become reality.
She felt the intruder’s breath against her face, and his lips against her ear. “Ain’t no one gonna hear you, lady. It’s just you and me now. And as for that new husband of yours, he ain’t gonna be back for more than two hours. That gives me plenty of time to enjoy that hot, sexy body of yours.”
Her heart was beating so fast in her chest that she feared it would explode, and his hand partially covered her nose, too, making it difficult to breathe.
“Please,” she whimpered against his palm. The muffled sound of her voice making her acutely aware of her own mortality. “Please don’t hurt me.”
The assailant took his hand from her mouth. “Well, that all depends on how good you treat me.”
She needed to think clearly and positively, but frightening, negative thoughts were her worst enemy. “My–my husband.” She was so terrified she could barely speak. “He–he’s a giant of a man, and he’ll be back any minute, and when he–he comes…”
Andrea felt utterly defeated and lost when her nemesis suddenly burst into laughter, taunting her. “You can’t bullshit me, lady. I watched your husband board a quaint, brightly colored fishing boat not more than a half hour ago. I then watched him sail out to sea until he was just a speck on the horizon. He ain’t gonna save you, lady. Nobody is. Like I say, it’s just you and me together. So I suggest you keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut, and make the best of it.”
Andrea felt as if her knees were about to buckle, but knew she had to keep her head at all costs. She’d try one final attempt at being assertive to see if she could scare this guy away.
“I don’t care what you say, my husband will be back at any moment, and when he comes through that door, you’re a dead man. Understand?”
He laughed again, letting her know he wasn’t intimidated by her empty threats. Her nemesis then twisted his hand into her hair and pulled hard, causing Andrea to arch her back, and cry out with the pain.
“Please don’t. You’re hurting me.”
“Weren’t you listening to what I just told you? You’re talking crap, lady. Nobody is coming through that door. Not your husband. Not Jesus Christ. Nobody. Like I say, it’s just you and me. Get used to it.”
With his hand still ruthlessly weaved into her hair, he shocked her to her very core, by reaching around and running his fingers between her thighs. His warm breath hissed against her ear. “No panties.”
“Please don’t. I’m begging you. Please don’t. If you let me go, I promise I won’t say a word to another living soul.”
She knew this guy was without compassion, because he dipped his fingers between her legs before pushing deep inside her. He then bit her earlobe hard, a sign of his overwhelming dominance before cruelly taunting her with the words. “You can beg, honey. Who knows, you might even strike lucky and appeal to my better nature? Mmm…” He repeatedly slid his fingers in and out of her pussy. “Anyway, you protest too much, because your cunt is soaking wet. Despite your piss ass whining, you’re getting as much pleasure from this as I am.”
Andrea vehemently shook her head. “No. No I’m not. Please…please take mercy on me.”
He forced his fingers inside her again. “Mercy? I don’t do mercy, honey. I’m fresh out, if I ever had any to begin with.”
“Please.” She tried again to appeal to his better nature. “Please, sir. I know deep down that you’re a good man. A good human being, and…”
He clearly wasn’t listening, because he brutally speared his fingers even deeper within her. “Shut the fuck up, lady. You’re too fond of your own voice for my liking. I never could abide women who answer back.”
When he took his fingers from inside her, Andrea felt relief wash over her. Her respite was brief though, because he then forced something hard and circular into her mouth, which she instantly recognized as a ball gag. Without a single scrap of kindness being evident, he pulled the strap taut against the back of her head before securing the buckle. Whoever this guy was, he was cold, clinical, and treated her with a total lack of human compassion.
“Silence is golden, honey.” He stood menacingly behind her, so close that she felt his hard-on pushing against the flimsy material of her negligee.
Andrea figured that whatever this animal wanted to do to her, she was totally powerless to resist. She knew it was a cliché, but her life really was in his hands. Whether she lived or died, and whatever happened in between, was entirely up to this depraved individual.
Without warning, he peeled the skimpy baby doll nighty over her head, leaving her naked and vulnerable. She stood in total darkness, her whole body trembling uncontrollably as she felt him first brush her hair to one side before his lips caressed the back of her neck.
Those same lips then traveled all the way down her back, following the line of her spine, until they reached her buttocks.
“Oh, woman, don’t tell me you’re not enjoying this.”
To her astonishment, Andrea found she was, and when he spread her ass cheeks wide with the palms of his hand, and ran his tongue over her exposed puckered hole, she found she enjoyed that, too, in a crazy, perverted sort of way.
He then hunkered down, grabbed hold of her thighs before burying his nose between her butt cheeks. Still trembling and afraid her legs would give way at any moment, she heard him breathe deeply, drawing in her scent.
When he spoke again, his deep voice held not the slightest hint of compassion. “This is how it’s gonna be, honey. I’m gonna fuck, use, and abuse your body in any way I see fit, and there won’t be a dammed thing you or that shit-for-brains husband can do about it. The sooner you understand that you’re my plaything, a piece of flesh to enjoy and discard at will, the better it will be for you.”
The more he spoke, the more she trembled, and when she raised her hand to her mouth, she noticed that her fingers lay icy cold against her painfully stretched lips. Andrea knew he was right. Whoever this soulless animal was, he was the guy with absolute control—the guy who called the shots.
In total blackness, and still having no knowledge of what this predator looked like, she felt his hands on her breasts, his fingers painfully tugging at her nipples, stretching them to and beyond the point of excruciating pain. So much so that all she could do was whimper pathetically against the ball gag.
“Turn around, bitch.”
All fight now gone Andrea complied immediately. She couldn’t make out his face in the darkness, but she instinctively knew the top of her head lay level with his broad s
houlders. This guy was big, and she feared him. The last thing she wanted to do was piss herself with that fear, but such was the terror and apprehension she experienced, she couldn’t be sure that wouldn’t happen.
“Hold out your hands.”
She instantly complied again, knowing the time for assertive behavior or even plea bargaining was now past. Still she couldn’t make out his face, and truth be known, she was scared to raise her eyes.
She was culled. Submissive. Beaten.
Whatever this guy now demanded from her, she’d go along with, because she had no option. She felt and heard handcuffs close around her wrists. The clinical coldness only adding to her sense of total helplessness.
Without warning, he slapped her bare ass twice, hard, before lifting her from the floor, and throwing her naked body over his shoulder as though she were a carcass of beef.
Bound and gagged, there was nothing she could do except submit to his mighty will. Her head now rested against his powerful back, and she couldn’t help but take in his testosterone-fuelled scent. This animal was hyped up, and Andrea knew that whatever he was about to do to her would be rough to the point of brutality.
With her still lying over his shoulder, he strode out onto the balcony, her weight making no discernable difference to his progress. A full moon now hung motionless in the night sky, and Andrea couldn’t help but compare its enchanting beauty with the fear and trepidation she experienced.
A sturdy lattice privacy screen, standing some eight feet tall, lay at either end of the balcony to protect her and Zack from prying eyes. They were made of wrought iron, which had been expertly crafted into an intricate scroll pattern, and he headed for the screen on the right.
Without saying a word, he lifted her bound and gagged from his shoulder, and utilizing the handcuffs, then hung her from the highest cast-iron scroll. This had the effect of leaving her totally helpless, her feet dangling some three or four inches from the floor.
She whimpered against the ball gag, as the pain from the metal cuffs gnawed relentlessly into her wrist bones. Hanging helplessly, there was silence for what seemed an inordinately long time before he slapped her bare ass again, even harder this time.
“Maybe I do have a kind streak after all, honey, because I’m going to allow you to gaze at that beautiful full moon through the lattice screen, while I fuck that tight little ass of yours.”
Her ass? He was going to take her ass? She mewed incoherently against the ball gag, and he took great pleasure in mocking her.
“Sorry, honey? What’s that you say? I didn’t quite catch it.”
She longed to beg him, plead with him, tell him that it wasn’t too late, and that he didn’t have to degrade and terrify her like this, but even if she had been able to speak, she just knew this intruder wasn’t the listening type.
It was a strange, almost surreal feeling as she felt his lips against her bare ass again, soothing away the burn from the spanking he’d just given her.
“Mmm, just perfect. I’m gonna enjoy owning this peachy little butt of yours, but don’t you worry none, sweet thing, because I’ll be long gone by the time that husband of yours returns from his fishing trip.”
As she hung from the lattice screen, the pain in her wrists intensifying, he kissed her bare back while simultaneously groping her tits and nips.
Oh dear God. What’s happening to me? It feels so wrong. So forbidden, but…
The bastard was right about one thing though, because she could clearly see the full watery moon hanging motionless in the star filled sky, its mirror image reflected on the tranquil ocean below. She concentrated every fiber of her being on that exquisite ball of light as he took the moisture from between her legs with his fingers, and drew it around to her puckered hole.
Oh, my God. Oh my God. He’s not even going to use any lube. Andrea was surprised at how wet she was, as he drew yet more of her feminine juices from slit to anal rim.
He thrust his head close to her ear. “You’re so fucking wet, honey. That ain’t happened by chance. It’s only Rafah that can make you feel this way.”
Oh dear God, Rafah? Was that his real name? She doubted it. This guy wasn’t dumb enough to make a mistake like that.
Still she hadn’t seen his face, and when she heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper being lowered, she doubted she ever would, figuring he’d disappear into the night, never to be seen again once he’d spilled his seed inside her ass.
When he slid his left arm around her waist, while simultaneously controlling her neck with his right hand, she knew the inevitable consequence of this stranger’s arrival was barely seconds away.
He bit her ear again, and then menacingly hissed, “Whatever you think, you can’t kid me that you don’t want this, lady.”
With those uncaring words, she felt him push inside her. Her feminine juices doing little to dull the pain from his engorged manhood as he brutally took ownership of her ass. Her hands and feet instinctively scrunched into tight balls, as the anal burn intensified. It hurt. Dear God it hurt.
He was relentless though, showing absolutely no compassion, pumping inside her with even more ferocity as she hung helplessly from the lattice frame. His voice was back again, his warm breath fanning against her ear. “Yeah, you want this, lady. You can’t kid me you’re not enjoying yourself. You want this as much as I do.”
Was it possible that he spoke the truth? Because when he took his hand from her neck, and used it to finger fuck her pussy, she felt strong feelings of sexual arousal that she could no longer deny.
He thrust harder still, his stroke rate phenomenal, and exactly matching his probing fingers as they circled her engorged clit.
Oh dear God, she shouldn’t be thinking this way, but she couldn’t stop herself. Andrea felt her captured body betray her with that first little twitch of pre-orgasmic feelings. The sort that let her know an earth-shattering climax was imminent.
He forced his lips to her ear again. “However hard you try, you can’t deny your feelings, honey. I’m giving you exactly what you want. Exactly what you need. You know it, and I know it.”
He was, because a second involuntary spasm pushed her body to that exquisite tipping point. The point of no return.
His actions became even more animalistic, and she felt him thrust inside her, harder still, a primal grunt coming from his lips as he started to fill her with his seed. This final act of wanton sexuality was enough to tip Andrea into full-blown orgasm, making her body fizz, pop, and explode with sheer pleasure as she joyously came too.
Still hanging helplessly from the lattice screen, her head thrashed from side to side, her fingers and toes constantly clenching and unclenching as wave after wave of indescribable pleasure rolled over her, taking Andrea to places in her mind that precious few women were able to visit.
With almost feverish determination, his powerful hips banged against her butt cheeks with the energy he used to expel the seed from his balls, and she couldn’t stop herself from enjoying every goddamn second of his domination as he continued to pump inside her long after his ejaculation was spent.
With his huge prick still buried deep inside her ass, he rested his head on her shoulder, and she realized just how much energy he’d expended as his warm, rapid breath fanned against her cheek.
Her respiration was fast, too, partly because of the restrictive ball gag that forced her mouth unnaturally wide, and partly because of the exquisite life changing orgasm she’d just experienced. The embers of which still teased and delighted her exhausted body.
When he finally pulled his giant cock from her ass, she immediately missed its presence. He kissed her cheek, then undid the strap at the back of her head before removing the ball gag, finally allowing her the opportunity to speak.
Andrea opened and closed her mouth several times, to ease the ache in her jaw before breathily saying, “Well, it was out of this world for me. How was it for you, Zack?”
As though she were extremely fragile and
made of porcelain, Zack then lifted her from the cast-iron hook and placed her on the floor. He shook his head almost as though in disbelief. “How was it for me? Out of this world, princess. Out of this fucking world.”
“Good. I aim to please.”
He undid the cuffs, and then tenderly massaged her wrists with his fingers. “Was it painful?”
“Yeah, but just the right amount of pain. Not too much, and not too little.”
“Good. Even though I’m your Master, I aim to please, too.”
Zack scooped her into his arms as though she weighed nothing, and Andrea figured they were heading toward the luxurious bathroom for an intimate soak in the tub. He kissed her lips as he strode through the living area. “And you didn’t think of using your safeword?”
She kissed him right back. “Not once, Master.”
“And after I forced the ball gag into your mouth?”
She giggled. “Yeah, that was scary. I didn’t see that coming.”
“Well, you know as well as me there’s a lot of improvisation within a scene, and the more surprises a Master lays on for his sub, the better.”
“I’ll go along with that. Even though I knew it was you all along, it was still genuinely frightening for me.”
“That was my intention. It’s always best to leave a sub with doubt in their mind as to just how real everything is.”
“Well you certainly did that. And I like the way you came up with a name for the intruder. Neat touch.”
He laughed. “I came up with Rafah on the spur of the moment. Spontaneity is my middle name.”
“And don’t I know it. And speaking of spontaneity and invention. How the hell did you get back into a locked villa without me knowing about it?”
Zack smiled and then playfully tapped her nose. “Well that’s for me to know and for you to find out.” He placed her on the bathroom floor, before turning on the faucets to the king size tub.
“We could get five or six in there,” she joked.
“Two is the perfect number, princess. Just you and me. We share the same wavelength. We see the world through the same eyes.”