It's late and you're walking home from work, wearing your Dairy Queen uniform. Tired and sore from a 14 hour day, thinking about the cute goth girl who came in for some ice cream and your phone number. The lights are off further down the street.

As you walk you notice a man behind you. He seems to be following you.

Feeling nervous, you walk a little faster. He does too. It's dark out, the street lamps are shot, no real light. You stop for a minute to get your bearings, and you feel a man's hands on your arms. Grabbing you roughly.

Pulling you away from the street. You want to scream but then something covers your mouth, and you pass out... Sometime later, you wake up. It's dark and you feel stiff. "Where am I, " you wonder, as you notice that you're bound spread eagle to a bed. Worse, you're only covered by a sheet. The tight bonds biting into your wrists and ankles, and Moving makes it worse. A door opens and you squint, staring into the blinding light, You can only make out shadows.

It's a big man at the door.

He doesn't speak.

"Let me go, you bastard! You can't keep me here..." The words die in your throat as you notice the wicked knife he carries. "Play with me, and I'll make this the most wonderful night you've known.

Otherwise...

" He moves the knife Scared now, you feel the bite of the ropes more fully, as the man comes to you and pulls off the sheet exposing you to the air. Cold, a shock runs through you straight to your groin. You start to get wet.

His hands trailing up and down your body, tracing designs and shapes on your skin, with the tip of the knife, not cutting, but scaring the hell out of you. You struggle against the bonds, not speaking, fearing what will happen. His hands start slowly at your neck, running his fingertips along your collarbone to your hairline. It tickles and is exciting. You haven't been touched in this way in a long time, his hand moves downward, circling your left breast. Swirling around the cleft of your breast, then circling toward your nipple. It stands at attention against your will.

Your body wants to be touched. You bite your lip and struggle more feebly as your softness gets wetter, glistening. He pinches your nipple! You jerk like being shocked with a live wire! He moves his head to your breasts and takes the waiting nipple into his mouth, toying it better with his warm wet tongue. You feel something, a piercing, rub against your nipple, and shiver. You moan under your breath, as he bites it lightly but with increasing vigor. He moves his teeth back and forth across the nipple. Kissing it - toying it - sucking like life itself depended on it. Your hips begin to move a little, you want something to grind against, but tied as your frustration mounts.

While he kisses the favored nipple, his hands move southward, brushing against your flesh, barely touching you. Teasing the skin, raising goosebumps, steadily southward down your body he goes until he brushes your mound. Once again the jerk and a louder moan, this time wanton and willing. His fingers trailing down further, moving in circles over your shaved skin...

each time closer towards your softness, but not touching it - just tracing over your slit - driving you insane. Your hips flexing, trying to rub against his strong but gentle hands. You can't! You feel how wet, how slick your softness is.

How it's begging to be touched. You shift your legs, trying to press them together, to rub yourself against something, anything to fill this void.

Finally, he gives in.

Moving his hand between your parted thighs. As his fingers are against you, not even inside you, as soon as he touches your wetness, you begin to cum.

Quivering and shaking, crying out. He pushes three of his fingers into you, filling you. Your softness drawing in tight on his fingers as you continue to cum. You feel like he is everything as he starts to move his fingers in and out of you. You can't think of anything else! Just the rhythm of his fingers, the way he's touching you, your moans, how much you love this feeling. You don't even notice him grabbing his length in his hand, stroking it.

His hand inside of you moving faster, making it hard to think, hard to do anything but thrash against the bonds and moan. Then he stops.

Your eyes snap open! Looking around as best you can, you see him there with his length in his hand. Your eyes widen. It's thick, He's stroking it slowly, precum forming on the tip, lubing his strokes. You remember what's happening now! The fear overwhelming your lust, you look around and when you turn back to him...

he's gone! Frantically you scan the room and you see him again, and he turns to you. His length standing at attention, he moves to the edge of the bed down at your feet. Staring at your teasing softness, the intensity of his gaze makes you afraid and wet at the same time. He moves onto the edge of the bed like a lion after his prey - all sinuous power. He moves further up your body, you feel him shifting between your legs. His face above your teasing wet softness as his length rests against your leg. You moan loudly, as he starts toying up your slit in long slow strokes. Your hips, involuntarily, start gyrating to meet his tongue. You whimper as you wait for him to finger you - suck your personal place - anything! But he just toys all your glistening cum, from off your softness and thighs. Your whimpers turn to moans, as he starts toying harder, sliding the tip of his tongue into your wet warmth. Pulling on your soft edges with his teeth, then sucking them into his mouth.

you bite your lip, and dig your nails into your hands, as you feel another orgasm rip through your body. He starts jamming his fingers into you as he sucks hard on your personal place, making you cum harder than you ever have. He climbs slowly up your body and you turn your head, hoping this is all over.

He smiles at you, whispering "I'm gonna play you, and make you like it...

" as his length buries itself in you, his balls resting against your soft place! You cry out as pain rips through you! He starts moving in and out of you like a piston.

One hand holding him up, the other rubbing your personal place while he pumps in and out of you.

You bite your lip to stop the moans coming up from within you, the pain is slowly being overwhelmed by the steady thrusts. You won't give him the satisfaction! But your body is betraying you, your hips moving with his rhythm, your softness getting wetter and tightly engulfing his length. As he begins to pump slower, more in tune with you, you start to moan louder. His eyes bore into you.

You look back for a moment and then squeeze them tight as an orgasm erupts within you! Unable to hold back any longer, you moan, whispering "I'm... I'm c-cumming...

don't stop...

" His face is twisting like he's in pain, he doesn't stop.

Moving faster in you, your softness holding on to his length, you feel the orgasm running you over like a diesel.

He clutches on to you, continuing to pump, wave after wave of ecstasy washing over you, he pants, "I'm gonna cum..." Your eyes go wide! "please..

please not inside". He grins evilly at you, then pulls his length out of your teasing softness, then jams it into your mouth and starts playing your face. Your cum all over his length makes it glide in like he is in your cunt, your tongue toying as fast as you can, as he starts to finger your personal place again. Tied down - a strange length playing your mouth - your personal place being pinched, twisted and rubbed, is too much and as his length erupts into your mouth.

Your hips starts bucking and you climax again while swallowing load after load of sweet warm cum, from his throbbing thingy.

You start to feel light headed, and black out again. When you wake up, you are at home.

You're lying in bed, still wearing your uniform from the night before. You sit up confused, not knowing if that was a nightmare, a dream, or if it actually happened.

You go to the bathroom to wash up and when you look down you see rope burns on your wrists, your eyes go wide...