Sheela turned the pages on her novel, as she did she glanced at the clock which was displaying 30 minutes past 10. The night was cold, it usually was as she was miles away from the city in her villa all alone. She usually had these getaways once every few months. Her doting husband Rishi she thought was probably partying with his friends but she preferred the quiet country side. As she leaned on the railing of the balcony breathing the pure air in, she heard a sound in the bushes. Sheela ignored it at first but soon saw a dark figure running towards the villa French window on the ground floor.

Sheela screamed, her voice echoing through the night. The figure seemed intent on breaking into the house. In a panic, she dashed down the stairs and across the living room, trying to reach the phone to call the police. As she fumbled with the phone, the figure finally managed to force open the French window and disappeared into the darkness. Sheela's heart pounded in fear, her hands shaking uncontrollably as she dialed the emergency services. But there was no dial tone.

Frantically, Sheela ran to the switchboard and tried to reset it, but it was no use. The phone was dead, A chill ran down her spine as she realized that she was completely alone and defenseless.

As Sheela continued to descend the stairs, her breaths coming out in ragged gasps, she picked up a heavy vase from the hallway table. Her heart pounding in her ears, she gripped it tightly, ready to use it as a weapon if necessary.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she hesitantly peeked around the corner into the living room. The French window was still ajar, the curtains billowing in the gentle night breeze. The intruder could be anywhere in the house by now. Sheela forced herself to take another step forward, her feet shuffling quietly across the carpet.

The click of a light switch made her heart leap into her throat. Footsteps echoed through the hallway, growing louder with every step. Sheela's grip on the vase tightened, her knuckles turning white. With a final burst of courage, she spun around the corner, prepared to confront the intruder head-on.

She missed her shot..

As the intruder punched her hard in the stomach, Sheela's lungs gave out and she fell to the ground, gasping for air. The world spun around her as she tried desperately to catch her breath. The figure towered over her, their features obscured in the dim light.

Sheela felt a hand clamp down on her throat, cutting off her air supply. The intruder pressed down on her neck, making it harder to breathe. With her last bit of strength, she reached up and clawed at the hand, but it was no use. The intruder seemed to grow stronger with each passing second. The darkness swam before her eyes as she struggled to stay conscious.

Finally, she felt something cold and hard pressed against her lips, sealing them shut. The duct tape was wrapped around her head, cutting off all sound.

As the intruder wrapped duct tape around her hands, binding them tightly behind her back, Sheela tried to scream through the gag in her mouth. But it was no use. Sheela's world went black as the intruder lifted her off the ground and carried her away, leaving her to wonder what would happen next.

Sheela thrashed wildly, her heart racing as the attacker easily overpowered her. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, her vision blurred with panic. The attacker pinned her down on her own bed, their body weight pressing her into the mattress. Tears welled in her eyes as she felt a sharp pain in her wrists and ankles. The intruder was methodical, wrapping duct tape around them, binding her tightly in place.

As the intruder tore off her blouse, Sheela struggled desperately against the binds, her heart racing with fear. She felt her bra being yanked off next, the cool air of the room hitting her bare skin. Her skirt and panties soon followed, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable. Her attacker seemed to enjoy the power they held over her, their breath hot against her neck as they continued to rip away her clothes.

Finally, the intruder stood back, admiring their handiwork. Sheela lay there, trembling, her body covered in goosebumps. The intruder leaned in close, their hot breath tickling her ear as they whispered, "Now, let's have some fun."

Sheela felt the weight of her exposed vulnerability as the intruder towered over her, their gaze roaming hungrily over her bare skin. Her cheeks burned with shame, but she couldn't look away from the figure looming above her. The intruder's touch was cool against her skin as they ran their fingers through her hair, down her spine, and over her breasts. The sensation sent shivers through her body, a strange mixture of fear and arousal.

"You're so beautiful," the intruder whispered, their breath hot against her ear. "And I'm going to enjoy every second of this." With that, they roughly pushed her legs apart, positioning themselves between her thighs. Sheela cried out through the gag, her body tense and ready to resist, but it was no use. The intruder's touch was forceful and demanding, igniting a fire deep within her.

The intruder's thrusts were deep and powerful, driving into her with a force that left her breathless. She felt herself growing wetter with each passing second, a flush spreading across her skin. "Oh, you're so wet," the intruder groaned, their words sending another wave of shame coursing through her veins. They began to move faster, their hips slapping against hers in a rhythm that was both primitive and demanding.

As the pleasure built within her, Sheela couldn't help but arch her back, meeting each of the intruder's thrusts with equal fervor. Her gagged cries muffled against the duct tape, but they did nothing to lessen the intensity of the moment.

As the intruder reached beneath her and gently guided her body into position, Sheela felt a sudden surge of shame and arousal course through her. The intruder's hands were gentle, but firm, as they positioned her ass high in the air and slowly inserted their cock into her tight asshole. The feeling of being penetrated anally for the first time was both foreign and exhilarating, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. With each thrust, the intruder's hips slapped against her exposed ass cheeks, driving their cock deeper inside her. She felt herself grow wetter and more needy with each passing second, her body betraying her as it craved more of the intruder's touch. Her mind reeled with conflicting emotions: fear, shame, and an overwhelming desire for release. As the intruder continued to pound into her from behind, Sheela arched her back, meeting each thrust with a moan that was muffled by the duct tape.

As the intruder's thrusts became erratic and powerful, Sheela felt her body begin to tighten around them. She arched her back,  as a wave of intense pleasure washed over her. With a guttural cry that was muffled by the duct tape, she came hard, her muscles clenching around the intruder's cock. The intruder followed close behind, their hips bucking roughly as they filled her ass with their hot seed. Sheela lay there, panting heavily, feeling the thick cum slowly drip from her ass and down her thighs. Her body was spent, but a strange sense of satisfaction and shame coursed through her veins. The intruder slowly removed their cock from her, leaving her exposed and vulnerable once more.

Some time later, Sheela was now sitting comfortably in the bed naked, the duct tape gone and piled up in the trash bin next to her.

She glanced at the clock again which displayed 12 am, she heard a cigarette lighter go up next to her as a hand passed a lit cigarette to her. Sheela took the cigarette from her husband, Rishi, and inhaled deeply. The feel of the smoke filling her lungs was both familiar and comforting. "Thank you," she murmured, exhaling a stream of grey smoke into the air between them.

The couple sat in silence smoking before Sheela broke the silence "You know Rishi, you could have toned down that punch a bit, I felt breathless for a moment there"

"Where is the fun in that" quipped Rishi

"I guess," Sheela chuckled, taking another drag on her cigarette. "But seriously, that was intense. You're usually not so rough with me."

"Well, you were asking for it," Rishi replied, grinning. "Besides, you know I can't resist a bit of roleplaying. It gets the creative juices flowing."

Sheela smiled back at him, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I suppose it does," she admitted. "But maybe next time we can try something a bit...tamer?"

"Oh, we'll see," Rishi teased. "Maybe I'll let you choose the next scenario." He took another drag on his cigarette before asking, "So, what's on your mind these days? Anything you're dying to act out?"