Amanda’s Fantasy_(1)

Amanda’s Fantasy
By: DamonX ([email protected])

Amanda hummed to herself as she pushed the door open and stepped into
her dimly lit apartment. Tossing her backpack on the floor, she let the
door swing shut behind her before sliding the deadbolt shut with a
satisfying ‘clunk’. The blinds were open enough to allow a sufficient
amount of moonlight to shine through the lone meager window in her tiny
one bedroom basement suite. Reaching over, she flipped the light
switch on, her brow furrowing in confusion as the room remained
enshrouded in moonlit darkness.

“Dammit,” she muttered to herself, flipping the switch up and down in
futility. “I just replaced that light bulb.”

Tossing her keys on the counter, she strolled across the floor heading
straight for her bedroom and the prospect of her warm, soft bed. As
she moved gingerly across the room, she kicked her shoes off and swept
them aside with her foot. As she moved from the moonlit room into a
darkened hallway, she heard a faint ‘clinking’ sound, similar to the
noise made by a set of dangling keys.

Stopping suddenly, Amanda ceased all movement as she listened intently,
trying to locate the source of the sound. Sensing something moving to
her side, she turned her head as a figure stepped out of the shadows
grabbing her roughly from behind.

Amanda let out a startled shriek, which was quickly muffled as a hand
clamped tightly over her open mouth. The man’s other arm wrapped around
her torso, pinning her own arm against her side as he pulled her body
into his. She could feel the beating of his heart as he held his hard,
muscular chest pressed firmly against her back. As she struggled, he
held firm, lifting her petite form clear off the ground as he spun
around and compressed her shaking body between him and the wall. She
could feel his warm breath on her exposed neck as he held his face
against hers and whispered in her ear.

“Welcome home,”

As she heard the raspy voice, Amanda’s struggling ceased and she
swallowed hard, her body trembling with a combination of apprehension
and anticipation. Lifting her squirming body off the floor, he stepped
back, dragging her out of the dark hallway into the living room.

“Ughh,” she blurted out as he shoved her face down on the couch, pinning
her down with his knee pressed roughly into her lower back.

Amanda’s cries of protest now stifled in the soft cushions, he took her
wrist in his unrelenting grasp, forcefully twisting her arm behind her
back. She then felt the sensation of cold steel against her skin,
followed by a series of quick ‘clicks” as the metal teeth of the
handcuffs locked into place. Feeling the sharp edges of the cuffs
digging into her soft flesh, she gasped and bit hard into the couch
fabric. As her other arm was forced into place, he locked her wrists
together behind her back, leaving her prone body wriggling under him.

Although her face was buried in the couch, she could feel his lecherous
eyes roaming her body. Gasping for breath, her heart pounding, she
trembled as she awaited his next move.

“P…please…” she whimpered, turning her face towards her captor.
“I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Yes,” he agreed, casting a devious grin as he unzipped his pants. “You
will.”

Reaching down and grabbing a rough handful of her light blonde hair, he
pulled hard producing a startled squeak from Amanda’s gasping mouth. As
he forcefully grasped her hair with whitening knuckles, he used his
other hand to take hold of her upper arm and drag her squirming body
down to the floor.

“Get on your fucking knees,” he ordered, pulling her up into a
submissive, kneeling position.

Amanda panted heavily as she knelt before him, her frightened gaze
locked on the floor as he loomed over her. Her pulse raced and her body
trembled as she awaited his next move. Suddenly she felt her head
being yanked back and a large, rigid penis being shoved forcibly into
her mouth.