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Unlawful Entry
by Mr. Silk (mistersilk@gmail.com)

***

In the middle of the night, you wake from your dreams 
into a nightmare. (MF, nc, rp, bd, v, anal)

***

You don't remember what you were dreaming. You can't 
remember if it was pleasant or upsetting. All of it has 
disappeared in the wake of what followed, but when you 
look back on this night, cringing and shuddering at 
images and sensations that you cannot push from your 
mind, you do remember that you were dreaming.

A hard click and the snap of cold metal against your 
wrists rips you from sleep, forces all memories of 
dream from your mind. It is disorienting, and for a 
moment all you have are impressions that your brain 
cannot put together -- a weight upon your body, a large 
shadow looming over you, the chill of night air on your 
exposed toes, and your arms... Your arms are above your 
head, hands slipped into the slats of your headboard, 
and you cannot lower them, they are caught, restrained, 
they are...

Then the shadow draws close, and you see a faceless 
man. His eyes gleam cold in the dim light of your 
bedroom. The rest is obscured by a black ski mask. When 
he speaks you see a motion in the mask, but cannot see 
his mouth.

"Don't scream." You suck a breath anyway, and are about 
to disobey him, when he rises up the knife in his hand. 
It gleams in the moonlight, and you see your own face 
reflected off its polished edge. The fear pours out of 
your eyes. Your lips hang open, the scream choked back 
with a shuddering stillness.

"I don't want to hurt you." His voice is low. Too low. 
It spills down from his lips like liquid lead. You feel 
the weight of his voice pressing you down. "But I will. 
You know I will. Don't you?"

You nod.

"But I don't want to hurt you... Not much. Not too 
much..." You feel the heat of his laugh against your 
flushed and burning cheeks. He lowers his knife now, 
bringing its edge against your face. It stings against 
your hot skin -- so sharp, so cold.

"Then again, I bet you would like that, huh? You like 
it to hurt a little bit." The blade draws its dangerous 
trail down your mouth, pressing open your lips with its 
tip, sliding down your pulsing throat.

"Yeah, that's just the kind of slut you are." The blade 
pauses now at the base of your throat. It digs into the 
tender flesh there. It digs just hard enough that you 
think this just might be it. It might all be over. But 
suddenly he slashes to the left, then right, cutting 
the straps of your nightgown. He pulls back then, and 
rips the nightgown open, exposing your breasts to the 
night air, and to him.

He lets out a sigh at the sight. "I've been waiting to 
see these all night, all month. Watching you come out 
to the club. Seeing the way you tease every one of 
those hard-pricks with your tits. Teasing them..." The 
blade returns to your skin now, sliding across your 
breasts. Moving in slow circles, he brings the edge 
right up against your left nipple.

"Such a fucking slut," he says. "Letting them all look 
at you. Letting them want you. Making them thing they 
can't have you..." His gloved left hand takes hold of 
your other breasts, squeezing it roughly. "But I know 
the truth don't I? You can't hide the truth from me..."

The left hand moves downward. You feel the glove's 
leather making its way down your belly. Down... "I 
know. I know how much you want it. I know..." His 
fingers reaching between his own legs to find you, 
pressing against the soft mount of your pussy, pressing 
into the fabric of your panties... "I know. You just 
don't want to give it up..." The gloved hand slides 
past your panties, shoves fingers roughly inside you... 
"You want me to take it!"

The blade comes back up to your throat, as his fingers 
continue to assault your cunt. You are unable to bite 
back the gasps and whimpers as he invades you. Tears 
begin to trickle down your face.

"Don't lie to me. Don't you fucking lie to me, bitch!" 
He thrusting grows wilder. "Don't pretend you don't 
like it. Don't pretend you don't love it! I know you 
love it! Tell me. Tell me you love it!"

You open your mouth, but all you can let out is a long 
and painful wail. "SAY IT, SLUT! SAY YOU LOVE IT!" And 
the blade bites into your flesh.

"I love it!" You scream with a sob.

The sound of your admission seems to drive him on. He 
moves with sudden ferocity. The blade of the knife is 
driven into the headboard above you. It quivers there 
as he tugs open his jeans. "That's right. That's right 
you love it. You fucking love it. And you are going to 
love THIS!" You close your eyes, not wanting to see his 
cock plunge into you.

But he doesn't take your pussy, and you cannot hold 
back the scream as he rips his way in into your ass. 
"That's it! You can scream! Scream for me! Let me hear 
how you love it!" Your whole lower body burns from 
force of his cock. It fills you. It forces you open. It 
spreads you wide.

You hear the sound of your own wailing. You hear your 
voice bouncing with the rhythm of his thrusts. Outside 
that sound, his muttered insults and groans of pleasure 
seem so far away. But though you cannot make out the 
words, you know the tone. He calls you meat. He calls 
you his toy. He says you are good for nothing for 
fucking.

And in that moment you feel it. With his cock raging 
inside your ass, the frames the moment perfectly. You 
feel like meet. You feel like a whore. And you feel 
like this moment is the most right moment you have ever 
felt. You were meant to be taken. You were meant to be 
violated. You were meant to be fucked.

He groans suddenly, and rips you cock from you. As he 
bellows out his orgasm, you feel the hot wet spray of 
his cum landing upon your skin. It slides across your 
tits. It pools in your belly button. It dangles from 
your cheek.

In the stillness, you hear him zipping his pants back 
up. You feel his weight against you as he leans over 
you once more. There is a heavy "thunk" as he pulls his 
knife out of the headboard. Will he use it now? Is it 
all over?

The blade does not sink into your flesh. You feel him 
leaving your bed, and then his footsteps trailing. He 
has left you in handcuffs. He has left you alive. 
Surely someone will come to find you. It will not be 
long. Not too long. But as his fluids begin to dry upon 
your skin, one thought blots out all others. Your tears 
flow down your cheeks as your pulse tries to return to 
normal, and all you can think is that, just before he 
had his orgasm, you felt yourself have yours.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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