As I worked my lips, tongue and throat on pleasuring the intruder, I felt the weight above me shift, and my breasts, caught between the upper and lower loops of rope around my body, were suddenly bared as my bra cups were pulled aside. My nipples were cruelly pinched and twisted and as a whimper escaped my mouth, that pounding cock slammed deep into my throat and paused there, pulsing, and I felt hot salty spurts of cum fill my mouth, my nose, and overflow onto my face, running into my eyes. I choked and coughed and finally managed to pull my head away, turning to the side to catch my breath and try to rub the cum from my face onto the sheets. The ropes across my ribs were used to pull me further up onto the bed, so that my head was no longer hanging back and was flat on the bed at last, but as I tried to catch a glimpse of my assailant, his body leaned over mine and blocked my sight. One of the hands that had treated my breasts so brutishly made its way to my groin and touched my vulva lightly through the silk of my panties, a caress so gentle that my breath caught in my throat and I froze, unsure what to expect. The next sensation was his warm breath on my pubic mound as his mouth replaced his hand, and I felt his tongue push the silky material into the folds of my flesh. Unable to move my legs or protect myself in any way, I relaxed into the warm soft massage of his mouth on my most intimate parts, grateful for the soft touch and slow movements as his tongue gently prodded and probed this way and that, up and down the cleft between my lips as the material became damp. I felt a warm flush of shame as I realised I was becoming a lot warmer down there, and that the moisture in my knickers could not all be attributed to saliva from his tongue. I was hoping he wouldn’t notice, but a deft finger slipped under the elastic and his fingertip ran along my vulva, pausing to dip slightly into my pussy, then continuing down and spreading my slickness onto my perineum and anus. No, he definitely hadn’t missed it.

He seemed to come to a decision. He moved, spinning me around on my back until he was at my feet, simultaneously draping my discarded dress across my face. He pulled the crotch of my panties aside and I felt the weight of his gaze. From this new position, he had full access to my pussy, my arse, anything he wanted. The bed moved as he settled into a more comfortable position and again I felt his warm breath on my pussy, but now there was no material between us. His lips settled onto my pussy and his hot tongue darted along my folds, alternately teasing my clit and circling my hole, flicking across the opening before focussing on my clit again. I could feel my muscles tensing and pressure mounting as he repeated this pattern again and again. He could sense I was trying to suppress any pleasure and made a renewed attack on my clitoris, sucking the little nub in between his lips and flicking across it with his tongue. My thighs started shaking, and just as I could hold off no longer, he plunged a finger into my sopping hole, then two, then three, and I felt his knuckles pushing against my anus and my pelvis bucked against his mouth and hand and I cried out. As wave after wave came over me, I felt another kind of pressure at my anus, but this was not his knuckles, or his fingers, this was something else entirely. I could feel cold gel and something very smooth and hard and as my orgasm finally receded, he pushed firmly and I felt the object enter my arsehole. As he pulled away and moved off of the bed, the object remained firm, caught in place by the ring of muscle in my anus, and I realised two things at once. The first was that I had a butt plug in my arse. The second was that there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.