Kari lay on her side in her bed. The window was closed. Cold front was coming in after it felt like summer might have finally arrived. But the house was warm, and sheets weren’t needed quite yet. Underwear and one of Daddy’s large tee shirts was all that was needed for now. She was sure she would wake up enfolded in sheets come morning, and next to a warm body.

Daddy was out for the night, as he would be from time to time. Business needed tending to. Tonight, he seemed rather stressed out. And this is what she was thinking of as she stared at the wall. Something big was going down at the office and his mind had been elsewhere for the last month. She didn’t need him to affirm that, but lately, there was a particular lack of attention. And affection. He acknowledged it once, and Kari never brought it up again. Despite her body being starved for touch, she understood this was just a rough patch, a minor rough patch at best. He got like this from time to time. Something was admittedly off, though, in this latest isolation into his work. There was a serious, concentrated aura to him, something that was new to Kari. She worried about it a little.

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She rolled over in bed to her other side, looking out of the window on the other side of the room. The window curtains hung motionlessly. Clouds were slowly cutting through the full moon, darkening the sky little by little. There was that cold they were talking about. Lovely, she thought sarcastically. She closed her eyes, and thought about Daddy lying next to her. That warm, protective provider. She exhaled for the last time being awake before sleep’s alluring darkness cradled her off to deep, peaceful shores.

* * *

The Man stood at the front door of the house and used the key given to him to unlock it. Man was also working late. And his job was to send a message. The message was simple: you don’t follow orders and pay up when you are told to pay up, we start fucking with you. There was no room for second tries in this business. If you got into business with us, you made no mistakes. Some men have to learn that the hard way.

Man had parked further away, maybe took a block to get here, which was fine. It was a quiet neighborhood, for better or worse. The house number was the one as instructed. Man turned the key and opened the door, and as he had been told, the alarm system would ask for a code, and he punched in the code he had been provided. The house was quite nice, warm and quiet. There were no pets here. Just rays of moonlight that peeked in through windows, giving the interior a warm blue glow. He was told the bedroom was upstairs. He took off his boots, put on his mask, and ascended.

He got to the room, whose door was ajar, not shut. Good. He opened it slowly, and saw a woman asleep in the middle of a large bed. His target. She would be used as an example. She wasn’t to be killed, just… threatened. In any way he saw fit. He noticed the curtains were open, and he quietly went across the room to close them. Time was on his side to do what was needed, he knew that. Husband wasn’t coming home till morning, that he knew for certain.

He approached the side of the bed she was looking away from. He gazed upon her. That hair, he thought to himself. His eyes traced down her body. Neck. Shoulders. A little dip down to her waist that rose again at her hips. A great ass that tucked in underwear between her cheeks. She wasn’t under covers, and even with the curtains closed and concealing any moon light, her smooth legs gave off a womanly shine. Her hubby didn’t deserve this, Man egotistically thought. Work time.

He slowly got on the bed. Her smell was intoxicating. Time to be a perv. He made sure his supplies were within reach, as he would surely need them when things came to a head. He slowly fingered away hair from her neck, exposing skin that would give a vampire a hard on. Immediately he felt blood rush between his legs to his big vein. He slowly pulled down on her shoulder towards him, making her rest onto her back. Jesus fucking christ, he thought, as he saw two breasts housed under her shirt. They rose up and down with every soft breath she took.

* * *

Kari’s nose twitched. She had been dreaming peacefully. Out of the corner of her mind, however, there was an erotic thought that invaded her mind. It was rather intrusive, out of nowhere. A sudden warmth of arousal started drugging her mind. Somehow, it was being translated as coming from the outside: something was happening to her, physically, in the real world. Her mind took a moment to calibrate all this new information before her eyes slowly came to. She thought she felt a hand groping a handful of titty flesh. It was warm. Was Daddy home? No, she thought, the touch was different. Not his. Not how he felt. Something else was off, too. She went to move her lips, but they couldn’t part. There was a blockage.

She slowly opened her eyes to the darkness of the bedroom. There was definitely a hand on her breast. But it belonged to a dark shadowy figure in all black that was sitting beside her on the bed. It was not Daddy. The horror of this realization shot through her entire body. She went to scream, but it only came out in internal muffles. There was something wrapped around her mouth, cloth or something. Her hands, too, were bound at the wrists, which she realized were above her head. Her attacker had one hand up her shirt, and another pinning her hands above her head. Her body squirmed violently in an effort to produce any freedom, but he had her pinned down.

Her eyes were wide open, locked on his, hairs standing on end. Her attacker, who had a mask covering only the top half of his face, didn’t react. She muffled something again, and all he did was whisper “Shhhh.” She panicked. Was this a dream? The horror was churning in her gut. Was this happening? In the back of her mind, she was rolling through escape plans. Maybe he would show a sign of weakness. SOMETHING. She also rolled through excuses: what led to this? Why her?

The man squeezed her breast, her nipple in the middle of his coarse palm. He enjoyed watching her expression with every squeeze now that she was awake. Her back arched up in an attempt to get him to stop, but he wouldn’t. She was getting redder in the face, even in the darkness he could tell. He also noticed her nipple getting harder.

“What do you want?” she muffled.

He understood that. “Your husband couldn’t pay his debts,” he spoke calmly. “And you are the price.” A grin formed on his face. Her shirt was lifted up due to his hand on her breast, and it exposed her stomach. His hand left her breast and slowly traced down the middle of her soft stomach. She tensed at the teasing. Her legs pressed shut. “Your husband knew the cost of business.” His hand now lay flatly on her stomach and caressed her waist.

“Please! Please leave, let me go!” Kari muffled, now desperate for any pleading to work. She felt her senses peak. She saw everything, felt everything. Her heart drummed in her chest. She was breaking out in a sweat. And yet, in all this fear, in all this confusion, something unexpected was felt. Her clit was throbbing as the intruder’s hands grazed her flesh. Was she … aroused? What the fuck was that about? There was a minor feeling of body betrayment. What was causing this? She was at his total mercy. Was he going to rape her? Kill her? Her eyes welled up. She did not want to be here. Anywhere but here.

Man quietly laughed at her plea. “You should accept your situation,” he stated, as if reading her mind. “And lucky for you, I can go anywhere I want right now.” He stuck a finger into the side of her underwear, and then slowly moved it to the middle, fingertips now tracing her mound. “And there is nothing you can do.”

His finger went south, and a rather quirky look overcame his lips at a discovery he just made. “You’re wet,” he noted outloud. He rubbed the finger in a bit more and took it out, inserting it into his mouth. A little sweet, a little buttery. “You taste like … heaven,” he stated. He put a leg over her body to keep her pinned, and lifted her shirt off. Once he got the shirt to her wrists, he tied it up and around, enhancing her binds.

She saw his face become absolutely entranced with her body. His eyes were raping her. She saw him start at the top, her face. Down her neck. Her tits. Her breathing was just making them rise and fall. His eyes looked back into hers. His eyes had gone dark. She felt his heat, his want. And he was going to take her. And she could do nothing to stop him. She squirmed again to escape, to roll off the bed, anything, but he had her by the wrists again with one hand. She was now smack in the middle of the bed. He was strong. She wasn’t going anywhere.

He repositioned himself beside her again and leaned down to a breast. She let out a squirm as he traced his tongue around her nipple. His free hand reentered under her panties and fondled her cunt. His lips now suckled on the nipple, sending goosebumps all over her body. The room may have been warm, but there was an eerie cold that passed her.

Kari’s body tensed up in confusion. All her instincts told her to take flight, but there was a wave of … pleasure overcoming her. No matter how much she tried to fight it. Even he could tell what was going on. It felt like her fucking clit was throbbing. Through the covered mouth, even he could hear a form of pleasurable grunts.

He got his two middle fingers wet enough to have them find a way in a little deeper. He found the hole, and he traced a circle around it with a fingertip. After a moment, he put that finger in, making her head snap up and then back down, a moan of annoyance coming out. She felt her body turn hard, maybe out of shock. Her legs desperately tried to shut together in defence, but his hand remained between them, with one wet finger burrowing into her pussy. It slowly slid in. Then out. Then in. Then out.

He stopped sucking her tit to look at her expression as he housed an additional finger inside. Both fingers passed through the squishy hole until they were comfortably sliding in and out of her pussy. “You’re so fucking soft,” he exclaimed. She was. Soft and slippery.

Man quickened the pace to the fingering. He could see her body start to lose the fight to resist, instead now, succumbing to the finger fucking. She was fighting to contain it. But there was an internal tremor starting. Was she cumming? How? Why? Now?! His hand that was holding her wrists now went around her neck and squeezed. Her arms retreated down, her hands gripping his arm that was choking her. He kept the pace of fingering once he realized what it was doing and watched her look back at him in defeat. “Cum for me,” he ordered.

She fucking hated that this was going to happen. She couldn’t let him win. She fought and fought to think of anything el-

Then he used his thumb to rub little circles on her hood. Her body quivered as she came, her legs giving off little earthquakes. She went rigid for a moment, beaten by her own body, breathing heavily through her nose, her eyes lost. She finally let out a defeated moan through the gag. She let the waves hit her, going silent as she shook before panting again, resting on her side, curled up, facing her attacker. Her attacker let out a deep satisfied growl as he massaged her wet cunt slower and slower.

While she regained composure, he took the chance now to take off his pants. He slid them off slowly, unearthing his hard cock for her to see. He looked upon her sweaty body. It made his cock throb. He grabbed her ankles and dragged her to the side of the bed. She squirmed again, her arms thrashing about as one, but he paved his way in between her legs, and again pinned her hands above her head. Her legs were now unwillingly wrapped around him. He used his free hand to quickly gather up some pussy juice and used it to lubricate his cock. She looked down to see his dick. Her juices made his cock shine, and it twitched in anticipation, the veins seemingly breathing, lusting for her hole. She looked back up to his face. This was real. This was going to happen.

He moved her panties to the side and pressed his head to her hole, pausing to look at her. He wanted to look her in the eyes when he went in. She was looking back, an unwilling participant. He knew she felt that cock head against her hole. And once he aligned it, he went in raw, if she was ready or not. The head slid into her warm wet cavern roughly, followed by his veiny shaft. Her body tensed at the stab, her hole stretching to conform to the new invader. She felt every bit of his cock push in, one thrust after another. She felt her head arch back, eyes squinting.

He watched her tits begin to sway as he stuck to a rhythm. Her ass was just over the side of the bed, which gave him a great stance and angle to absolutely pound the fuck out of her. He noticed she wasn’t applying much resistance to her arms. He cautiously let them go and used both arms to balance himself as he fucked her. Her legs were giving out and falling down, so he wrapped them around him again. “Keep your fucking legs there while I fuck you like this,” he demanded sternly, a hand gripping her lower jaw. His order was followed, as he felt her legs give themselves a squeeze around him again. “You do as I say, or I can make this go on forever.”

He went harder now, and her body was tensing again. Her cunt walls clamped onto his cock. Her back arched up, and he wrapped an arm around her. He now held her small body tightly in his embrace, as if she was just meat, and fucked her mercilessly. His body weight was heavy against hers. Her hands were desperate to hold onto anything in front of her, and they found a home resting on his chest, clutching his shirt. She went dumb silent and her eyes went lost as he jackhammered her body, before letting out a moan through the gag as he came to an end. He gave her a few last hard stabs, then exited her body, his cock glistening with her cum.

She weakly looked at him as if to nervously ask what was next. He flipped her easily onto her stomach, and stripped her panties down in one forceful tug. Her legs flung up in a form of defense until he used one hand to push down on the small of her back, while the other helped his cock enter her from behind. Her legs were off the bed, and the sudden feeling of cock reentering her pussy from behind shot a calf into the air as she took in the new sensation. This was so degrading, so violating, she thought. He leaned into her ass, slowly pushing his cock in deeper and deeper, making her rest on her elbows, head down. Then he bucked into her. She was being fucked like an animal.

The visual of his cock slamming into her ass made him feral. Her pussy made wet, sucky claps as he went in and out. He slapped a cheek, hard, leaving a stinging sensation. She howled in surprise. He did it again, but the sting was bearable this time as he left his hand there, squeezing his new meat. He pushed her further into the middle of the bed and pressed his body down on her body and grabbed a handful of hair and brought her head up. The pain on the back of her head was intense.

He now put a hand on her throat, and was holding her head up “You’re so fucking wet!” he hissed into her ear, almost proudly. “You’re going to fucking cum.”

Her eyes went white hearing this. Her body was giving up the fight again. The stimulation was working. He owned her body. She was still scared, and the combination was mind blowing.

He grabbed a tit and squeezed, titty meat pouring out between his hungry fingers. Fuck, he thought, she had such sexy nipples. His other hand grabbed her throat again and had her all pressed down. He grunted and clenched as he drove his hips into her ass, his cock spearing her dripping wet cunt.

He stabbed her a few more times before rising, and dragging her to the side of the bed again. He stood up and put one hand on her waist and another on her shoulder, and he angled his midsection lower, and reentered her, and proceeded to mercilessly pound her. Her ass made little splat noises as it took the hard fucking. She moaned in spurts as she could feel his cock hit everywhere that was needed to bring on that feeling again. Her body rocked back and forth under his fucking. His arms and shoulders strained as he kept fucking her until she started collapsing onto the bed. He went to fuck her prone, grunting into her ear as he pushed himself into her velvet corridor. She felt so weak and used under his sweaty weight as she clutched sheets. Her body went still for a moment before trembling again, and a long grunt escaped her throat. He collapsed on her, taking a breath.

“I’m going to take your gag off,” he whispered suddenly, his breath heavy, regaining oxygen. “I swear to god, if you fucking say a goddamn single thing, I will kill you. No maybes. You do ANYthing to bring any sort of attention to this, I will fucking kill you. Do you understand?” He grabbed her hair and made her make eye contact. Kari’s red, flushed face sweatily nodded in agreement. He unbound her mouth gag slowly, lines of drool following. The gag now hung around her neck, and she sucked in large gulps of sweet air. Her mind raced: there was only one reason to want to take the gag off.

He flipped her over onto her back. She looked at him as he took his shirt off. All he wore now was his mask. His body wasn’t ripped, but didn’t quite have a dad bod. He had a hairy chest and a line of hair that covered the middle of his stomach that led down to a clean shaven cock mound. “You’re going to suck your cum off my cock,” he announced. He dragged her off the bed by her legs again. She was now on her knees, in between her bed and his twitching hard on. “You do fucking nothing that fucks anything up,” he warned. He let them sit in silence for a moment. He looked down at his kill, his prize, his whore. “Stick your tongue out.”

She looked up at him and then his hard on, then looked away.

He put a hand around her throat and squeezed. “I’m not asking again.”

She parted her mouth open and her tongue came out.

“More,” he said.

She opened her mouth wider and her tongue slid out further.

He took his cock and rubbed the head on her wet, exposed tongue. “Good girl,” he said breathlessly. “Look at me.”

She looked at him.

“You like my cock on your tongue?” he asked.

She didn’t say anything.

He gave her a stern look.

“Please,” she said, “please let me go.”

“After you’ve paid your husband’s debt,” he said.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, something clicked. A reason for all of thi-

He suddenly forced his cock into her mouth and started fucking it. Her bound wrists came to her aid, but the man just placed them by his inner thigh. Her mouth made wet glucky noises as he facefucked her. When she had had enough, he pushed her head off his slobbery cock. She gasped for air, coughing.

“I asked, do you like my cock on your tongue?” he repeated.

She nodded, giving out a breathless “Yes!”

He lifted her bound wrists and placed them on his stomach, and now grabbed the back of her head and treated her mouth like a fleshlight. He arranged his stance and used both hands to use her head to down his cock. “Any spit you have,” he instructed, “is either going on my cock, or between your tits. Do you understand?” He thrusted to his liking, then gave one last deep thrust that he kept burrowed in. “Do you understand?” he asked again. He could feel the humming of a yes. He kept fucking her mouth. Drool was forcing its way out the sides, dripping down between her sweaty tits, and splatting on his thighs and sack.

He was in ecstasy. “Say you love me fucking your mouth.”

She warbled her answer out.

“Say you love it more than when Daddy does it.”

No answer, just the gargling of being throated.

“Say it!” he asked again. He intensified the fucking. Her arms wriggled. She was tapping his stomach in submission. He felt the hum of a yes in her mouth. When he sensed pushback, he squeezed her hair a bit to get her to stay. He would remove himself when he was ready. Her body twitched twice and he pulled out, a breathless Kari collapsing again, breathing hard. Drool and spit fell off her lips onto her tits. Lines of drool connected from her mouth to his cock arched towards the floor.

He pushed his legs against her, pinning her against the bed. He bent down, pulled her hair back, forcing her face to look up to his. She could feel his cock trying to find the middle of her wet chest.

“Say you love this more than when Daddy does it,” the man ordered. He grabbed her tits and roughly pushed them together around his cock and started to tit fuck her. “Say it.”

“I love this more than when Daddy does it,” she said breathlessly, her sentence jagged from the titfuck thrusts. She could feel another level of hardness in his cock as those words left her mouth. He was fucking her tits faster now, the wetness providing an easy slide. She looked up at him as he used her body, feeling her sensitive tits act as a sort of hole for him to get off on. They locked eyes. His stare was serious, animalistic.

“Spit on it,” he said.

She looked down and let out a large stream of warm saliva that found its way under his cock, between her breasts. Something about his grunting and moaning was continuously making her wet. As if in this moment, he wasn’t fully in control. Kari told herself this, perhaps in an effort to find peace here, on her knees, a cock fucking her tits.

He suddenly scooped her back on the bed, onto her back, and dangled her head over the side of the bed. She knew immediately she was going to get throat fucked. He gave no warning, and just used her throat. He kept one hand holding her wrists by her stomach, and another holding a wet, salvia/pre-cum soaked tit rather hard.

She was wide open for him, and let him throat her, his cock ramming as far back as it could. Her body squirmed in place, forced into choking. The outline of his cock could be seen in her throat with every penetration. She suddenly felt the hand leave her tit, and rub her clit. Oh no, she thought, not again. A climax was somewhere, building, screaming for escape. She felt her legs come together again, and his cock left her throat. One free hand of his now held her head up to look upon his other hand rub the fuck out of her clit. Jesus christ.

“No!” she cried to herself. Too late. She came. She clenched as her body writhered pathetically against her will.

He put himself on the bed now, and perched his back up on some pillows, allowing him to sit upright a bit. He grabbed her gag around her neck and dragged her to him. He had her on all fours in front of him, her head above his cock, his legs spread. He grabbed his shaft and slapped it against her cheeks and mouth. “Just one last thing to do,” he said. He put his cock to her lips. She looked him in the eyes and parted her lips automatically for him, and he fed his cock into her mouth again. This time, he used one hand to use her head as a fleshlight. He first started slow.

“Just like that, baby,” he moaned in heat, settling on a pace. He moved hair out of her face as he started going faster. “Look at me when I fuck your throat.”

Her eyes rolled up to meet his, and his cock reached a final level of hardness. He could tell she felt it. It was time. That look did it. He quickened the pace and jerked his cock off into her mouth nonstop until he clashed his teeth together and his body tensed. A shiver went down his spine. There was an intense wave of satisfaction as he watched her face take the impaling, her whimpers and coos the soundtrack to the coming eruption. There was now a combo of him pushing her head up and down on his cock, and his waist automatically trying to thrust into her head as his body was growing weak due to the incoming release. The wet gagging noises coming out of this bitch sent him to the stars. He saw her ass up in the air. Two lovely, red cheeks. Fucking hell. His balls tightened. He clutched for any sheets he could grab with his free hand.

“Fuck!” He inhaled one last time, and blew ribbons of hot cum into her throat. He grunted between his teeth as he exhaled in pleasure, and continued using her head to draw out every drop. Her body tightened as her throat flooded with cum. “Ahh! Swallow!” he ordered, breathless. He pushed her down to the base and weakly bucked into her face a few more times for good measure as she groaned, gagging, some cum and spit shooting out. Her hands tapped again for mercy. He ignored it just for a moment, taking in the sensation of his swollen head cumming out the last of his semen into her tight tight throat before releasing her, and she flew off his cock, collapsing onto the bed beside him.

He could hear her swallow what remained as she turned away from him, her body still in recovery, a little shaky. They both lay there, quiet. He looked at his wet cock limp over onto his thigh, still pulsating. It had been awhile since he had cum like that. He regained his composure and got out of bed, dressing himself.

He looked at Kari, her eyes lost in the ceiling. “If your husband doesn’t give us what he owes, I’ll be back here, and next time, with a friend. Don’t bother going to the cops about this. This is beyond anything they can do. Bringing the cops into this will hurt only you and your husband.” He didn’t wait for a response. Fully dressed now, he just left.

And she remained on the bed, wondering what the fuck just happened.