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From: RussellMagill@aol.com
Subject: {ASSM} Nightintruder {Rusty Magill} (MF, rape)
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Date: Wed, 01 Feb 2006 04:10:02 -0500
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Nightintruder {Rusty Magill} (MF, rape)

Eyes wide staring at the ceiling, shadows from the wind blown branches, 
whipping along the walls of the room.  Maggie lay quietly, the cool breeze giving a 
delicious chill.  The pitter, patter of rain drops pelting the window glass 
and walking across the roof as of little footsteps.  It was an autumny early 
Novemeber night.  The house was quiet, as she was enjoying the brief respite of 
being alone.  The kids were visiting with their aunt and most likely having a 
wonderful time.  She had the weekend, till Sunday afternoon anyway to spend as 
she wished.  Stay up late, sleep late the world was her oyster, at least for 
a few days.  
Deciding whether to go downstairs and crank up the computer, or go to the 
kitchen for a snack or maybe watch a late movie, many possiblities there were.  
And the time to enjoy each one singlely or in combination.  A twilight trance 
state, where the mind was aware of the surroundings, but not directly the body 
to react to them, was where she was at.  The cool breeze again blowing over 
her pj's as she lay on the bedcovers.  Her shoulders twitch with a shiver.  Her 
eyes close and dozing she awakes with a start at a noise nearby and then a 
cloth thrown over her head.  A muffled scream, quickly stiffled by a hand over 
the cloth and a voice close to her ear whispers,  "quiet my little liebchen,  I 
don't want to hurt you."  The voice is soothing, but there is an edge of 
menace.  "Lay still, hands at your side", the voice commands.  
Through the cloth the glare of a flashlight, shines around the room and over 
the bed.  Not moving, arms at her side and legs stretched straight out,  a 
soft intake of breath the only sound.  Movement around the bed and the flashlight 
glare bouncing around the room.  A hand grasps her left wrist and raising it 
above her head and to the left attachs a cloth tie around her wrist.   Raising 
her head, a hand again covers her mouth and the voice whispers, " do not 
resist me or make noise".  Her head again settles down to the pillow, and her body 
is shaking not from the cool air, but from the fear that is gnawing at her.  
Her right hand is now lifted and pulled above and to the right, secured at the 
wrist.  
Now the flashlight is turned off and it is pitch black under the cloth.  The 
cloth is lifted and the flashlight is turned on her eyes and then off, 
blinding her in the sudden darkness.  Gently her head is lifted and  stickem eye 
patches and then a blindfold is placed over her eyes.  A roll of cloth is wedged 
between her lips and teeth. and tied behind.  It is darkness, pure and 
frightening.  Her mouth alternates between dry and moist as she worries the gag.
Now her ankle is secured with a tie and then pull to the right and tighened 
to the bed.  Her left ankle is secured in the same manner.  Spreadeagled she is 
blind.  Her breath is short and quick, and a stream of saliva trickles out 
the left side of her mouth.  An opening of the window and a quick cool breeze, 
assaults her sweaty body.  The pj's are wet and clammy.  Long, very long 
seconds go by with no sound.  Then the click of a light switch but no light 
penetrates to her eyes.  The switch is clicked back and forth and whether the light is 
on or off, the mind can not tell anymore.  
As she lay there, she can sense the closeness of a presence, and then the 
feel of a soft touch on her neck.  So light and quick and then again, and again.  
Now it is a long light stroke.  The caress of a feather, so soft and 
tantalizing.  Stroking the tender white flesh of her neck.  And then it softly traces 
the vee of her pajama top.  Again and again, it flicks over the sensitive 
skin.  Now rubbing along her ear lobe.  A finger brushes at her hair, pushing it 
back from her forehead.  A touch of lips on the tip of her nose and then on her 
chin.
The bed sways at the weight of a body leaning on it.  A movement, and the top 
button of her pj's is undone.  The next button is undone in a second and then 
the third.  the fourth and final button is undone, and the cool wind blows up 
the middle of her chest.  A gap of flesh an inch wide, prickles with 
goosebumps.  Maggie's nipples are distending under the flannel cloth.  The stars and 
moons imprinted on the pajamas  move shaking slightly as a shiver start from 
her shoulders and moves down her chest and stomach and then hips and a shake of 
bare feet.
The feather teasing, runs down the open material of the top.  Her chest 
expands and breathe whistles through gagged lips, now parched.  Her torso shakes as 
the feather taunts the exposed flesh.  Now the left side of the top is pulled 
aside, and the dark red nipple is pointing proud and hard at the ceiling.  
The weight is lifted from the bed and then the window closes.  The gag is taken 
from her mouth and a quick splash of water, moistens her lips.  The bed again 
sinks as weight is resting again.  A quick moan escapes Maggie's lips as the 
feather taunts and teases the hardened sensitive nipple.  Again and again and 
again it slide over and around the hard nub.  Moans louder escape the clenched 
lips.  Closing to hold back the sound, but ripped open with the slightest 
touch of the fluff.  Pulling the right side of the shirt from her chest, the 
feather quickly taunts the right nipple.  
The bed is in constant movement as the feather touches here and there.  The 
moans are quick, but gaining in volumne to the increasing speed of the feather 
touches.  As the feather circles and caresses the right nipple, lips suck 
gently on the left nipple.  Teeth nip at the carmine flesh.  Holding and pulling 
the teat upward.  The tongue licking at the tip.  A long moan, puncuates the 
cool night air, back arching to follow the rising teat.  As the nipple slides 
from the teeth, the body bounces on the soft bed and a stillness is in the room.
Maggie's breathing now settlling into a steady rhythm, after minutes of no 
movement or sound.  Then as the muscles relax on her face, the feather walks 
across her belly, causes her body to jerk and a long groan to part her lips.  A 
whimpering of, not pain, but excitement now a steady sound, as again and again 
the feather, caresses the stomach and twin mounds of her breasts and the 
elongated tips of her nipples.  The feather flys down her exposed sides, causing 
her body to twist and a long "nooooooo" to fill the room.
A finger grasps the waistband of the pajama pant and lifting, the feather 
quickly flits under the cloth.  Touching at the short brown curls.  Circling the 
navel and then up across the belly.  "OOOOhhhhhh."  Now is the word that fills 
the room.  Pulling at the waistband, and lifting the hips slightly, the 
bottoms pass over her cheeks and now are lodged at the top of her thighs.  A hand 
passes across the left hip and then slides along the inside of the flannel 
cover thigh.  Tracing a path down to her ankle.  The left restraint is released 
and the pant leg is quickly pulled off of the crooked leg.  Quickly the leg is 
secured and the right leg of the flannel pants are pulled down to lay on the 
side of the bed by her ankle.
Exposed to the light, if it is on, Maggie's womanhood lays agaped and 
glistening.  The feather again is tracing a path over her small bush and then down 
lightly caressing the swollen lips of her pussy.  Down along the inner thigh and 
down the calve.  Tickling at the ankle and then along the top of the foot and 
thenacross and up along the other calve and knee and thigh.  Then the feather 
painting the juncture of thigh torso.  Touching the trembling, pulsing vein 
in the groin.  Then again slowly , ah so slowly gliding over the swollen lips, 
touching the arching pubes, as her hips push into the air, seeking the velvet 
touch of the feather.
Maggie's lips are wetted by her flicking tongue.  Breathing through her nose 
in hard inhales and exhales.  Seeming to have trouble catching her breath.  
Again the tips of her teats are teased and moans are the reward for thes 
ministrations.  The weight leaves the bed again and then drawers are slid open and 
closed.  Again the weight on the bed and silk panties are drawn across the 
swollen nipples, slowly dragged. Moans again the reward to the black clad intruder. 
 The silk caressing the soft downy hairs of Maggie's stomach and then over 
the wet swollen lips of her pussy.  Again and again the silk slides over the 
soft sensitive flesh.  Thigh muscles tensed to the caress of nipples.
Fingers reach out and push aside the outer lips of  the pussy.  Spreading 
them and then the soft bristles of the feather run along the inner lips.  A long 
whimper as the feather traces the lips and then the fingers spread the upper 
lips and the feather tip now touches the red hooded clit.  Now a quick cry, 
almost a keening, fills the room, body arching to escape the assault of the soft 
feather.  "please, no, no, no,ooohhhh".  The words almost indistinguishable as 
language.  
A finger quickly fills the open tunnel, spearing Maggie's pussy.  Another 
finger joins the first and then a third wedges in the wet tunnel.  The feather 
pressing firmly on the swollen clit, circling and tickling.
Again the weight is lifted from the bed, and light footsteps move to the 
window.  It is thrown wide open, and a gust of wind, shakes Maggie's body with it 
chill.  A click of a light switch and then the blindfold is lifted from her 
eyes and the eyes pads removed.  As her eyes readjust, a shadowy form is at the 
foot of the bed in front of the window.  Slowly the form  slides onto the foot 
of the bed and up to her spread thighs.  The hot swaying head of a penis 
touches her lips and slowly pushes into her sweltering tunnel.  A exhalation of 
air and her hips push at the invading shaft.  Opening and grasping at the hard 
flesh.  Lips fasten on her left nipple and suck at the distended tissue.
Now the hard cock is slowly moving deep into her pussy.  The ball sack smacks 
against her nether cheeks.  Then the shaft is slowly pulled out, till just 
the head is grasped by her lips.  The feather again strokes at her clit and this 
time a scream would have escaped her lips but for the moist lips and tongue 
that push into her mouth.  The shaft slides down again and then back up, the 
feather swiping across her clit again.  Her hips are pushing up to meet the 
raised shaft.  Arching like a bridge to keep the cock between her lips.  
And then the shaft sinks easily deep into her tunnel, pushing her ass cheeks 
deep into the bed.  Now weight pushing at her stomach, the cock pulls out a 
couple of inches and saws back and forth rapidly.  A long low moan and then 
Maggie's hips buck, and her thighs squeeze as best they can at the man's hips.  
Pushing and shaking as an orgasm fills her womanhood.  Jerking and then finally 
subsiding.  The man again and again strokes deep into the warm grasping pussy 
and then a long a quick stroke and deep inside the hot cum spurts. Two, three, 
four spurts.  
Lifting his lips from Maggie's, he slide up straddling her chest and then 
leans over, his semi-hard cock now dangling and then slowly lowered to her lips.  
She sucks and licks the flesh, cleaning the cum and pussy juice from the 
shaft.  Slowly it elongates again and like a lollipop her mouth licks the hot 
shaft, sucking on the mushroom head.  The intruder, again slides down her hips and 
then down her thighs and his mouth seals itself to her wet soaking pussy.  
Sucking and licking the mixed juices.
Maggie's hips are wiggling as he slides  off of her and pulls off his black 
shirt and sleeppants.  Undoing her ankles her slides up and then reaches over 
her head and undoes her wrists.  Pulling the blindfold off and the eye pads, 
she rolls over on her side.  The man curls behind her and as she lifts a thigh, 
he slides his semiswollen cock into her moist pussy.  Reaching over his 
fingers tweak her nipple and caress the breast.  His lips nuzzle at her neck.  Her 
hand is between her legs, rubbing the ball sack.  With the wind blowing and the 
pit pat of rain, they fall asleep joined as interlocking pieces in a puzzle. 
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