TRIGGER WARNING: Home invasion and consensual non-consent content.

This fictional story is loosely based on my first experience with consensual non-consent play. I’ve never really written before, hope you enjoy!

He had been paying close attention to her schedule over the last few weeks since she moved in across the street. He was always already home from work, his first beer cracked, and mindlessly watching TV when she got home. He would casually make note of the time every day when she pulled into her driveway. Always after 6 PM, usually no later than 6:30. That would be important if he was going to be able to pull this off.

He got home from work earlier than usual today. His mind was swimming with possibilities. His stomach was in knots as he stared at the dark windows of her empty house. Was today the day he’d act? He looked up and down the street. It was a cold, rainy, gloomy day. There wasn’t a soul in sight. Finally, his feet started to carry him, almost involuntarily. Every inch of his skin seemed to tingle; the knots in his gut tied themselves a little tighter when he became consciously aware of what his body had already put in motion. His feet first took him to his bedroom, to his nightstand where he kept his under-bed hand and ankle restraints. He removed them from the nightstand drawer and tossed them onto the bed. He took a pillow from his bed and removed the pillowcase. He roughly stuffed the pillowcase into a backpack along with the restraints. He zipped it shut and slung it over his shoulder as he headed out the door and towards the street.

He glanced up the street as he walked down his driveway to make sure she wasn’t coming home early today. His mind was already racing, trying to formulate an alibi if she caught him letting himself into her home. He had come over to introduce himself when she first moved in. He reminisced over his first thoughts of her that day. She was short, petite. He remembered how her milky white skin was in the sunlight that morning. Almost emitting a glow of its’ own. He smiled slightly remembering her futile attempts to keep her long brown hair orderly in the blowing wind as they made small talk. He had tried his best to maintain eye contact. Though he was sure she had noticed his quick glances at her breasts when she attempted to whip her hair into submission. The cleavage her low-cut v-shirt and pushup bra provided was impossible to ignore.

She was getting divorced. She had told him the thing she wanted most was to be away from her ex and his friends, anyone that would remind her of their botched marriage. That was what had sparked her move to this remote neighborhood. He recalled how shy she seemed. Her shyness undoubtedly stemmed from being alone in a strange neighborhood talking with a perfect stranger. Despite the obvious reasons for her nerves that day, his impression of her was one of a timid, unpretentious woman. She obviously didn’t think she was as gorgeous as she was.

He made his way to her front door quickly but tried his best to look nonchalant, like he belonged there. He leaned over and tipped the plaster statue of a dog holding a welcome sign in its mouth to the side. He felt the tingling in his skin again. The knots that had started to slightly loosen once again tightened themselves. The sly smile returned to his lips when he saw what was hidden beneath, a key.

She had commented on that first morning that she was concerned about how to move her larger items into her home. All her male friends had been her ex’s friends; she couldn’t very well ask them for their help now. He had offered his services to help her move in which she had gratefully accepted. On moving day, they had just walked back outside after dragging in her mattress when the door slammed shut behind them. She had opened the windows to get the stagnant air in the house moving. A gust must have come up and blown the door shut, she theorized. She had excused herself as she stepped around to the front of the house. She returned shortly with a key, undoubtedly the one he was staring at now. He had hoped all along that she had returned it to its obvious hiding spot.

He retrieved the key and unlocked the front door. Carefully replacing the key and statue, he let himself in. Locking the door behind himself, he headed to where she had told him she planned on having the spare bedroom. He opened the door to find it crowded with stacks of empty boxes. He opened the closet and placed his shoes inside, somewhere out of sight. He removed the pillowcase and restraints from the backpack and placed it in the closet as well. He shut the closet door and bedroom door as he headed for her room. The dogs, kenneled in the kitchen, whined nervously as he walked past. He was fortunate for having met them once while helping her move in, so they were somewhat accustomed to his presence. If not for that, they could spoil everything.

He tossed the pillowcase on the bed and began the tedious process of untangling the restraint straps. He extended all the straps and began working them between the mattress and box spring. Once the restraints were centered under the mattress, he carefully tucked the excess straps and the cuffs under the mattress. He wanted them out of sight but readily accessible. Happy with his preparations he retrieved the pillowcase and headed back to the spare bedroom. And he waited.

When he reached the spare bedroom, he proceeded to the window facing the street. There was nothing left to do but wait. As he stood patiently by the window, he began to contemplate the gravity of the situation. He couldn’t believe he was standing there waiting for his unsuspecting, unprepared victim. He couldn’t believe he was actually about to take what he wanted and finally fulfill his deepest, darkest fantasy. He could feel the dampness of his precum on the inside of the boxers that his throbbing cock was pressing against.

The sight of her unmistakable, bright yellow car driving down the road shook him from his fantasies. The knots were suddenly back and tighter than ever. It was time! He headed back to her bedroom and snuck behind the open door to her walk-in closet. It wasn’t long before he heard her slide her key into the front door and walk inside. He could hear her dogs excitedly welcome her home; his presence completely forgotten about. She greeted them happily. He heard her open their cage and the sound of their nails clicking across the hardwood floors of the kitchen as she led them outside. The house fell silent once again when she let them into the backyard.

She returned shortly; her temperament changed. She was scolding one of her dogs. Apparently, one had frightened a neighbor’s child. His pulse quickened as he heard her footsteps approach her bedroom and his hiding spot. He glanced through the crack between the closet door and the door frame and saw his chance. It couldn’t have been any more opportune!

She was standing in the doorway to her bedroom, facing away from him. She was bent over, staring her dog in the face still scolding him for his antics while outside. He quickly, quietly walked out of her closet and snuck up behind her. Her dog glanced at him briefly but didn’t give him away. Good boy! She began to stand up, her rant over. The next instant he was on her. He threw the pillowcase over her head. He bear-hugged her from behind, pinning her arms to her side. He picked her up and swung her to the side, out of the doorway, while simultaneously slamming the bedroom door shut in her dog's face with his hip.

The sound she made when he sprung on her was one of pure surprise and confusion. He had carried her halfway across the bedroom when the realization of what was happening set in on her. She began screaming and kicking furiously, panic setting in. He threw her onto the bed. Before she had a chance to try and remove the pillowcase from her head, he was on her. He landed on top of her, straddling her. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them down above her head. She continued her violent struggle; with her arms pinned she began trying to knee him in the back as hard as she could. Instead of screaming incoherently, she began shrieking, “Rape, rape!” He moved up, pinning her arms with his knees to free his hands. Once his hands were free, he wrapped one around her throat and squeezed. He reached back with the other and brought it down across her face as hard as he could, then again across the other cheek as he backhanded her. The sharp slap that normally accompanies a hand across the face was muffled by the fabric of the pillowcase over her head, but he could tell by her sudden stillness and silence that the point was well received.

He reached over the edge of the bed and retrieved one of the straps. She struggled against him as he attempted to straighten out her arm towards the Velcro cuff. He backhanded her again and her struggle temporarily ceased. He secured first one cuff around her wrist as tight as he could, then the other. He tightened the straps attached to the cuffs, limiting her mobility as much as possible. The futility of her situation was starting to set in. Instead of violently attempting to repel her attacker, she began to sob quietly. Instead of screaming, she began pleading.

With her arms securely pinned, he moved back down her body. The knees against his back returned, only temporarily. His weight was far too much for her. He easily pinned her legs beneath him as he shifted his weight down against her thighs. He worked her shirt up to her torso and over her breasts. He grabbed her bra and tugged roughly at it. It took three hard pulls before it finally gave way and released her perky 36C’s. He was surprised to see a small stud through each nipple. He took a handful of each and pressed them together. The weak, desperate whimper she let out against his touch only served to make his desire for her deeper, and his cock harder. It was very quiet, but he could easily make out her sobs and whimpers being interrupted by brief gasps as he first pinched, and then rolled each pierced nipple between his thumb and index finger. He took her areola in his mouth, twirling his tongue around it before finally offering a rough nibble of her nipple and moving on to the next. He could feel them stiffen in his mouth. This slut was beginning to enjoy herself!

He moved his attention lower to her pants. He unbuttoned them and lowered her zipper. Her pleas were becoming increasingly desperate. She offered all manner of compensation if he would only refrain from penetrating her. Her pleas fell on deaf ears. He grabbed a handful of pants and panties and pulled both down simultaneously. He stopped with her pants around her knees to admire her. She was completely shaved, so smooth he wouldn’t have been surprised to learn she waxed except for one narrow strip directly above her clitoris. He continued to pull her pants down. He stepped off the bed and with one final tug tore her pants and panties off completely. He stood there momentarily and admired her nakedness. She had immediately crossed her legs once her pants were removed in an attempt to cover herself. She was crying harder now, her breasts heaving in unison with her sobs.

He unbuckled his belt. She began pleading harder than ever when she heard the unmistakable sound of him unzipping his pants and letting them fall to the floor. She redoubled her kicking assault when she felt him rejoin her on the bed. She began kicking furiously, blindly in one last desperate attempt to keep him out of her. He wrapped his arms around her legs, corralling her attack. He grabbed her by the ankles, prying her legs apart. He positioned himself between her, when her legs were spread far enough, he dove between them, wedging himself between her thighs before she could shut him out again. She was strong; he could feel her squeezing him with her legs, trying to force him away. He had to use all of his weight shifting back and forth to spread her apart further until he was positioned just outside his goal.

When she felt the head of his rock-hard cock pressing against her pussy she resorted to a new tactic, insults. He began rocking his hips forward and back, rubbing his cock up and down her slit, enjoying this last moment of anticipation while she continued her verbal assault. When he had heard enough of her foul language, he positioned himself at the bottom of her slit and with one final thrust buried himself inside her. He was expecting more resistance than he was met with. She was tight but much wetter than he anticipated. Again, he couldn’t help but think she was enjoying herself just a bit more than she was letting on. She offered one final insult, “You fucking bastard!” before she fell silent except for an occasional moan.

He continued rocking back and forth with his hips, attempting to reach new depths inside her with every thrust. It only took a few strokes before he was sliding in and out of her with ease. He reached for her throat again, this time wrapping both hands around her neck and squeezing lightly. He started fucking her roughly. He increased his strokes, almost pulling out of her completely before burying his cock in her again and again as hard and deep as he could vice the rhythmic hip rocking he started fucking her with. The pressure he applied to her throat increased along with the rhythm of their fucking. He loosened his grip slightly, offering her a slight reprieve. She coughed momentarily, gasping to catch her breath. He was expecting the verbal assault to return, but it didn’t. She could only moan, as embarrassed as she was to give him any sign she was taking pleasure from his assault.

He slapped her again before returning his hands around her neck. He could feel his orgasm building, his pace quickened. His grip on her throat tightened again one last time when he could no longer hold back. With one last thrust, he started to empty himself inside her. He could feel her attempt to protest his choice of where he chose to cum by bucking against him with her hips. She thrashed wildly attempting to throw him off her. This only served to bury his cock deeper inside her as he emptied the last of his load inside her.

Once his orgasm began to subside, he finally released his death grip on her throat. He could see his handprints laid out in red against her pale skin as he retreated from her and stood at the foot of the bed. She didn’t even bother to cover herself at this point; she lay with her legs spread freely, coughing and gasping to catch her breath. He stood for a moment, loving the sight of his cum beginning to drip out of her. He left her there as he helped himself to a drink, alone with her thoughts to contemplate what her fate would bring next…