Kate gets broken in

Kate woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. Her body jumped with fright. Was that a noise? Yes. Shit. Fuck. A burglar. She heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Her heart was pounding. She froze with horror, clutching her duvet tightly. Her bedroom door creaked as it opened and a bright torch-light shone into her face.

She grabbed at her phone beside her bed. Although she knew the battery was flat, she hoped it might scare him away if he thought she was calling someone. But the man grabbed the phone out of her hand and threw it across the room. She couldn’t see him at all, as it was dark and he was pointing the torch at her face.

“No! Go away! My boyfriend will be here soon,” she cried, hiding as much of herself as she could under the duvet.

She heard a deep chuckle. “Yeah, right. Your boyfriend.” Clearly that bluff wasn’t going to work.

“There’s some jewellery in the top drawer of that cupboard,” she said, pointing, her voice and her hand shaking with terror. “Please. Just take it and go.”

“I don’t want your jewellery,” said the deep voice, slowly.

“What do you want then?” she asked.

He sniggered. Suddenly she regretted asking the question as she realised exactly what it was that he really wanted. She shivered with fright and her fists clenched up around the duvet.

“You know what I want, Kate. But I’m gonna tell you anyway. I. Want. Your. Cunt.” He spat the words out slowly, emphasising the consonants. “And you want my cock, don’t you, you dirty little slut!”

She felt her pussy clench with fright and shock as he confirmed her worst fears. He wanted her body. And how the hell did he know her name?

“No! No! You can’t! I don’t! How do you know my name?”

“I know a lot about you Kate. You’re a slut who spends hours on porn sites, reading dirty stories, chatting to strange men and masturbating!”

“No!” Shit, how did he know this?

“Yes. You’re a filthy little whore, aren’t you Kate!”

“No, I’m a good girl.”

“You’d better be a good girl and do as you’re told. What would your work colleagues think if they knew what a dirty slut you are? You’d better hope nobody tells them.”

Fuck! Was he trying to blackmail her? “No! Please! Go away!”

But he came closer, climbing onto the bed and reaching out to touch her, the bright torchlight still shining in her face. His hand grasped her hair and pulled it backwards, holding her head tightly down against the pillow so he could look at her face. She grabbed at his hand and tried to scratch him with her fingernails and push him away. She couldn’t see his face, as he had some kind of a mask over his eyes and nose, but she caught a glimpse of a strong, square jaw with stubble.

He went back over to the door and she heard some rustling and clinking noises. She still couldn’t see anything as her eyes had been dazzled by the torch, but she guessed he had some kind of bag of tools. Then he came back over to her.

“No!” she cried as he took hold of her hand. His fingers felt hard and rough against her soft skin.

“Yes. You are going to submit to me, Kate.”

She tried to pull away from him, but he was too strong. She felt something firm but soft, like a leather cuff, wrap around her wrist, and then pull tight as he fastened some straps. A cold, metal chain touched her arm, which he then pulled across and locked onto one of the rails at the top of her bed with a solid clunk.

He took hold of her other arm and again she struggled, her arm muscles straining against his, but in vain. He cuffed her wrist and clamped it to the rail on the other side. She was helpless. Her arms were stretched out and tied down. She was completely at his mercy, feeling terrified at her vulnerability. And yet, to her shame, there was also something arousing about being restrained like this.

“Now, let’s have a look,” he said, slowly pulling down her duvet as far as her waist. “Very nice, Kate.” She could hear that his voice was dripping with lust as he looked at her breasts through her thin nightdress. Thanks to the cool air and the fright, her nipples were stiffening against the fabric.

He ran his hand slowly over the swell of her breasts, his fingertips brushing her nipples through the silk, making her tingle. “Your nipples are getting hard, Kate.” He tweaked and twisted them firmly between his finger and thumb. “You need a fuck, don’t you, you horny little bitch!” She didn’t answer, silently telling herself that it was just her fright and the cold air making her nipples stiff.

He grabbed the fabric of her nightdress in his big hands and pulled hard, ripping it open and suddenly exposing her breasts to his lustful gaze. She screamed. He clamped a hand over her mouth and his other hand grabbed at her left breast, his strong fingers sinking into her soft flesh.

He pulled the duvet off her and threw it down on the floor. She was left exposed on the bed in only her ripped nightdress that only came half way down her thighs.

“Nice legs Kate! I’m looking forward to fucking you.” His hand crept up her thigh, tucking under the hem of her nightdress. She tried to keep her legs pressed together. She caught another glimpse of his face in the light. He licked his lips.

Suddenly he pulled his hand away. “But first, you’re going to give me a blow job.”

“I am not!” she said. “Just you try. I’ll bite it off!”

He chuckled again and went back to his bag over by the door. He came back and sat on the bed with something in his hand. He held it right in front of her face, illuminated by the torch light, so she could see it. It was a large steel ring with two straps attached to it. “Do you know what this is, Kate?”

Kate’s heart pounded as she looked at the hard steel ring glinting in the torch-light right in front of her face. Instinctively she tried to grab it to push it away, forgetting that her wrists were securely locked to her bedstead.

Nervously, she answered his question.