Druggded and raped in your own home

You felt the cloth pressing against your face, mouth and nose covered by what felt like wadded up panties soaked in some strong-smelling chemical. You start to panic, breathing hard while trying to pull away from the figure behind you.



Your breath becomes labored, and your eyes start to become heavy, and the figure relaxes enough for you to turn towards him. Your eyes momentarily widen as you see a large-built, obviously male body, black latex gloves, and a face obscured by some metallic-looking mask. As you open your mouth to begin to scream, the cloth returns and it all turns black.



Your head slowly clears, and you open your eyes groggily, blinking to adjust them to the room. You vaguely remember the awful smell for a moment and look around blearily. You recognize your bedroom, and raise your hand to rub your eyes, only to find it secured to a post on your gothic-style bed.



Panic-stricken, you look towards the other hand as you try to move it, and start to say “what the…”, before you realize your mouth is filled with what feels like a large ball, strapped around your head and secured with a sturdy buckle.



You try to move your legs, failing because they’re tied apart to the same posts, pleated skirt flared, leaving you tied and gagged, standing on the floor at the foot of your bed, legs spread and your body bent over the end, the collar round your neck secured to a lower rail with a stocking.



You attempt to cry out, but all that comes from your mouth is a muffled grunt, and, more disgustingly, a thin string of drool from your forced-open mouth. You shudder, and attempt to protest, but that only produces more drool, and a chuckle from behind you.



“Wakey, Wakey, pretty…” You hear, in a low voice, and you strain to turn your head to see who this is.



“Oh, don’t worry, you’ll see me soon enough.”



You feel waves of panic begin to flow through you as you realize your predicament.



“Oh, I know you’re here, all on your own, while your hubby’s out of town…Truck-driver, is he ? I saw him carrying a large bag this morning, which means he’s away for at least tonight, and tonight’s all I need for now.”



“Oh my god!!!,” you think, “How does this bastard KNOW ?”



“Saw your kids off too, didn’t you, off to a festival, are they ? That gives us ALL night, GUARANTEED.”



“Oh shit!!! He’s been WATCHING me!!!” you frantically try to scream for help, but again, a muffled MMMph sound is all that comes out.



“Now, what can i do to you.?”



You strain to see what is about to happen to you as another scream rises in your throat, but the collar is too tightly fixed, leaving between your legs your only view.



You moan softly as a naked body presses against you, erect cock pushing your skirt against the inside of one of your tied-apart thighs, while the gloved hands play with your breasts through the material of your satin blouse. “Mmmm-MMMMMPH!!!” you protest, as the hands unbutton your satin blouse, pull the cups of your bra down and gently start to rub and tweak your strangely hard nipples. It sends shocks into your belly.



Another line of spittle runs from your mouth as your moans get louder, raising as the pressure on your nipples increases…”Oh my GOD, I’m actually ENJOYING this!!!” you think, as you look down and see a bowl on the bed, catching the drool that’s now running freely from behind the gag. You close your eyes in disgust, but open them with a snap as your shoulder-length blonde hair is grabbed and your neck strains against the collar.



A low voice in your ear chuckles, and says “Now, you little bitch, let’s see what you can take.”



The bowl is removed, and you exhale, grateful that you don’t have to see your drool collected like a trophy and your shame pooling in front of you.



You start to sob gently as a pair of black-gloved hands start to slide up and down the insides of your nylon clad thighs, from the tops of your heeled suede boots all the way to your pantyhose-covered pussy, sliding the nylon against your damp satin panties and making you moan louder as it rubs your piercing into your clit, sending pulses deep into you.



The hands slide your pleated skirt up and over your waist, gather it up at the front and tuck it between your body and the bed and slowly pull down your grey pantyhose and silver panties to rest just beneath your bottom, leaving you able to see your spread thighs, but feeling totally exposed and feeling a cool draught against your rapidly heating pussy.

The man drops to his knees, giving you an upside-down view of his wide torso and a better look at his masked face.

“Ohhhhh…My…..GOD!!!!!” you frantically think as you take in the view. Tattoos on his chest and arms, and a latex face mask that shows an aggressive expression, with a grille over the mouth. A low chuckle comes from the grille and the green eyes flash dangerously behind the mask.