She stood in the hall doorway, hanging the last of the decorations. The brightly painted glass ball clutched in her hand as she stretched to position it perfectly. Music filled the house providing the perfect distraction. It masked the sounds of his footsteps as he crept closer.

He admired her from a safe distance for what seemed like forever.  He approached quickly. His hip brushed against the box resting on the table just behind her. The box tumbled to the floor and landed on the plush throw rug. One of the balls was jarred free. It shattered as it landed against the hardwood floor just as the music lulled.

She spun around toward the sound. He moved in, clamping his hand over her mouth as she started to scream.  He pulled her to him. She stared into the blank faceless mask that cloaked his identity.

He forced her to the living room and pushed her to the floor. As she started to fall to the floor she put her hands back to catch herself. He tackled her pinning her arms beneath her. He laid there on top of her. His hard on obscenely ground against her as his elbow dug into her shoulder. 

His voice was calm, and some what familiar when he spoke. "We can do this two ways. Either you cooperate and it will be easy or you can fight me and I will make this a night you dream about for the rest of your life. Which is easy or rough?" He forced his knee between her legs as he stared down at her from behind the mask.

He watched as the fear was building in her.  Tears streamed down her cheeks as she squirmed beneath him.  All of it just suceeding in turning him on even more.  She finally managed to get one hand free. In a swift motion she reached up and pulled the mask off. To her amazement she was staring into the eyes of the man she once cared so greatly about.

His dark hair spilled out, falling around his face as he loomed over her.  He slapped her hard across the face.  The handprint quickly appearing on her flawless skin. "You stupid, ungrateful bitch" he hissed.  He pulled a cloth from his jacket pocket, covering her nose and mouth with it tightly. Soon she quit struggling.

She awoke unsure of how long she had been out. The open work around the door frame provided him for the perfect place to restrain her limp body. Her arms were stretched painfully above her head and cuffed in place. Her legs spread with her ankles tied to either side of the door frame.

The movement of her head alerted him that she was conscious once again. She saw the large full length mirror from the bathroom had been drug out in front of her.

He had left her dressed much to her surprise and duct taped her mouth securely shut. She could see him approaching in the mirror. He slipped his arm around her. The sharp point of the knife tracedup her chest and along her neck.  He slowly traced it over her right shoulder. 

 Taking care not to slice into her skin, he slipped the blade under the strap. The knife cut through fabric with ease. The front of her dress drooping to partially expose her breast, then he drug it across to the other side.  With a swift flick of his wrist the left side fell down as well. This time the tip of the blade knicked her skin.             

He pulled her back slightly. She winced in pain as the restraints dug into her wrists. His warm pink tongue dragged along the tiny wound as he licked up the blood. He laughed as he looked into the mirror over her shoulder.

  He traced the knife down her chest, then around her errect left nipple.  He circled it slowly as he watched her expressions. She closed her eyes, silently praying to herself that by some miracle she would be saved from this. 

He held the sharp edge against her breast as he whispered in her ear.  "Just think you could have made this easy on yourself,  I would have just fucked you and left." She whimpered around the tape gag.

He cut the rest of her dress off slowly. He watched her  body move as she tried to pull away. He loved to see the fear in her mounting. He stared at her scantily clad body in the mirror for a moment. His hand rested on her ass as he caressed it throught he black lace panties she wore.  He admired her for a moment then decided to play with the knife once again.                                                                                

He brushed the cold steel over her breast, turning it slightly to cut her nipple, watching the blood trickle down her ample breast.  He took a step back, reaching  beside him where he had laid some of the tools he had gathered throughout her house.   

 He lashed her again and again. The milky white skin turned a bright red with each wack against it, making a bizarre pattern over her back. She continued to cry, flinching with each strike of the belt. He decided that this was not enough to satisfy his needs.  

He  ran his hand over her back as he watched her flinch. The flesh was raised and warm to the touch. He slowly unhooked her hands and forced her to her knees. He manuevered around her to stand in front of her. His cock was semi hard. He stood there stroking it in front of her face. All she could do was cry.  

He reached down with one hand and grabbed the edge of the tape. He stared coldly into his eyes. He warned her "If you scream when I remove this I will slit your god damn throat...Nod if you understand me." She started nodding. He ripped the tape from her mouth as she yelped.

His fingers gripped her hair tightly. He snapped her head back. She tried to beg him "please John let me go. I swear I won't tell anyone if you just let me go."  He laughed as he plunged his cock deep into her open mouth.

Wet gags and sputters came from her as he started to brutally fuck her mouth. "Suck it you fucking whore. I know you know how. If you bite you fucking die." He pulled her head hard as she weakly sucked. She sobbed as he forced into her throat again and again.

He leaned his head back as he closed his eyes. He groaned with every thrust of his hips.  He felt himself getting harder as he raped her mouth.  Her feeble sucking annoyed him. He stopped momentarily as he reached around to the table and grabbed his knife again. He yanked her by the hair forcing her to look up at him. 

The knife gleamed as he made her stare up at it.  "If you don't start sucking like the cock hungry whore I know you are you will get to feel this cold steel blade in that nice warm cunt of yours. NOW SUCK" He laid the knife on her back and forced his cock back into her mouth.

She obeyed this time. Sucking hard as he jammed his cock down her throat once more. He moaned as he watched his thick shaft disappear into her mouth. He always loved how she sucked him.  It seemed like forever before he even got close to cumming.

He decided to untie her ankles as well. He released her from the restraints and grabbed her by the hair again. He drug her to the bedroom where he cuffed her wrist to the bed while he retrieved the rest of the supplies from downstairs. 

She tried her hardest to slip her wrist from the cuff but only suceeded in getting her hand stuck painfully in place. He returned to see her trying to remove it. He laughed at her  "Do you honestly think I would let you escape dear?" 

He dropped the supplies on the stand next to the bed.  He pushs her back roughly, her arm twisted uncomfortably.  He pinned her  down against the bed.  He looked at her body. His hand slowly moved to her breast. His palm covered the soft mound of flesh, feeling the pink little nub at it's center harden quickly with his touch. She continued to cry and beg him to stop. He then took the pillow and put it over her face, resting it there without any pressure on it.

He leaned his head down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked over it as he nipped at it. His fingers caressed down her side and over her hip bone as he slid off of her. He forced her legs apart and began to stroke her clit. He was so gentle now, as if he was about to make love to her.  Her mind was racing. How could he do this to her. 

He traced up and down her swollen pussy lips. He knew just how to touch her to make her wet. He pushed the fingers in slowly, back and forth with a steady rhythm.  She tried to pull away but had no where to move. He bit down hard as she tried to move. He could taste the warmth of the slight bit of blood that trickled from the bite.  

The taste excited him, making him thrust harder into her. He became more brutal with her as he forced another finger into her. He spread them after a couple of strokes. She could feel him stretching her and cried loudly into the pillow.  Her desperate sounds only made him desire more.  He could feel how incredibly wet she was. 

He removed his fingers from her slit and  knelt between her legs. The head of his cock brushed over her wet pussy lips.  Her reached over to the stand and grabbed the candle and lighter. He smiled as he lit the candle and tossed the lighter on the stand. Holding it over her left breast, he watched the flame for a few moments before tilting the candle. The hot wax splashed against her skin. She whimpered loudly as her body jerked. He drizzled it over the creamy white flesh, then moved to the other.  

Slowly he moved to her stomach, trailing it up and down it before he made his way down to the smooth shaven patch above her clit.  A tiny bit of the wax trickled down and landed on her clit sending her into a loud screaming fit.  This excited him, so he manipulated her skin, positioning her perfectly to drip it directly on her swollen little clit. His eyes locked on the pink moist flesh as the drops of red wax hit it.  The head of his cock still against her lips. He could feel her becoming wetter. He knew that pain had always had an effect on her but never before was it so incredible.  

Finally he blew the candle out and laid it back on the stand.  He reached down and pinched her clit hard. She winced in pain and jerked from him as much as she could. He couldn't take any more. He had to be inside her.  He began to push inside of her, still pinching her clit hard between his thumb and index finger. 

With his free hand he reached over and picked up the clothespins that laid on the dresser. He released her clit and moved his fingers to her  wax  covered nipples. Breaking the wax's seal on them, he attached two clothespins to each. One laid against her skin squeezing the base of her nipple painfully, the other standing straight as it pinched the tip of it. Her nipples ached almost instantly.

He kept brushing his hand against the clothespins. Each time she would cry out into the pillow that rested on her face. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. He started to fuck her slowly at first, letting her feel every inch of him as it entered her. Then he picked up the pace as he began to thrust more brutally.  She sobbed loudly into the pillow as he ripped into her.  Her body jolted on the bed with every thrust causing her breasts to bounce and the aching to intensify. 

He put his hands on either side of her head and began to hold the pillow down hard on her face. He watched her begin to panic. A slight trickle of blood mixed with the juices that lubricated her tight cunt.  He moaned as he felt her body writhing hard beneath him, slowly she started to grow weaker. The lack of oxygen making her struggle harder. She laid there almost to the point of blacking out as he let go. 

He couldn't take any more. He pulled out and quickly straddled her chest. He cupped her breasts around his cock as he started to thrust hard between them. She was gasping for breath as he pulled the pillow off her face just in time. His cum erupted from his cock and sprayed over her face and into her open mouth. She started to cough and choke on the unexpected load as it flew into her mouth. He laughed as he slid his cock from between her tits and to her lips. He rubbed the head over her lips instructing her "Now you fucking bitch lick it clean" 

She stared up at him hesitantly. He slapped her hard across the face as he glared down at her. "Do you want me to get more brutal with you or are you going to obey my you fucking cunt." She slowly stuck her tongue out. She licked him clean her eyes closed as resentment for him filled her. 

He pulled his cock away and climbed off her. He stood there for a moment gazing at her naked body, laughing at the site of her laying there. She was still trembling from the ordeal, tears still ran down her cheeks. She was ashamed, hurt, and angry. "If you tell anyone about this Gina I will come back and make you wish you were never born" He turned and walked out the door leaving her laying there on the bed.
             
