1st RP: rape, vouyerism

1st attempt. this is a scenario I've thought allot about lately:

it is your first day at your new job and you needed to relax so you took a bath around 10pm. or so. as you towel the warm drupelets of water off of your breasts you feel a shiver down your spine from the water becoming cold on your back. the mirror is steamy and mist wasps through the air. you push the towel down your smooth legs and then casting it aside you hear a deliberate and single metal sounding kong from your stereo in your living room.

you open the door and a cool breeze of summer night air blows across your nipples, slowly pressing air against your cunt. your dark bedroom is a calming night scene of eerie sensuality. the open glass door lets the breeze breathe fresh life into the curtains that NORMALY cover them, infect the breeze must have blown the previously ajar doors open.

again a kong noise, then two more. the series continues again and then it stops. it becomes apparent that this is a song and you hear the lyrics and electric guitar growl:

"When you feel safe
When you feel warm
That's when I rise
That's when I crawl

Gliding on mist
Hardly a sound
Bring the kiss
Evils abound"-Judas Priest, "Defenders of the Faith," "Love Bites"

I watch from the slotted door of your closet.

The bath was incredible - actually it was just what she needed to take her mind off of things. As though work wasn't stressful enough, the fact that it was the first day simply didn't help matters. She dried herself slowly with the towel only to glance up as the 'kong' noise echoed through the room. After opening the door and attempting to ignore how the cool air made her incredibly hot she slowly stepped into the room wrapping the towel around herself with ease as lyrics then came from the stereo.

"I don't remember leaving that on..or..the door open." She muttered quietly before moving to the glass doors, pushing them shut only to lock it, shaking her head somewhat. "Must have just forgotten." Slowly she moved to her dresser, opening the drawer and pulling out lacey boyshorts and a lace tank top, leaving nothing to the imagination. A perfectly shaved pussy, and already hard nipples easily seen through the thin black lace.

The towel was discarded onto a chair in front of her vanity, and she slowly moved to her bed, sitting on the edge and turning on the TV. It was loud so she turned it down immediately, muttering something about how she didn't remember it being so loud. Within moments she was laying upon her back, propped up somewhat with pillows and flipping through the channels, her legs drawn up somewhat so that they were bent.

She gasped then as she came across a porn, and after watching the extreme show for a few minutes with her hand over her mouth and a disgusted look on her face she changed the channel, brushing her damp hair from her face. Of course she didn't know that anyone was in the room, and after biting her lower lip she slowly let her fingers wander, blue eyes shutting slowly as she let her hand slip into the boyshorts, slender fingers quickly and easily finding her clit. Her lips parted slightly as she began masturbating, the sound of the TV in the background making it less awkward as a silent room would simply allow for her gasps and moans to be heard.

She was a petit thing, 5'2'', slender. Full B cup breasts which looked large for her frame, and at this point hard nipples. Blue eyes were now shut, her dark hair falling past her shoulders in loose curls that were slowly drying now that she was out of the warmth of the shower, still unaware of someone in her closet.

i open the closet and the hinges creak, but you seem not to have noticed as you begin to moan. your deep inhales perfumes the room with deep, primal lechery and sensual desire. i walk along the side of your bead until i'm next to the corner. i look at the TV for a moment then back at you.

then looking at the vanity i notice that the work outs and running i've been doing have made a difference. my naked form lit by the TV on one side and shaded on the other. i notice how dull my knife looks with the soot on it to hide it's flash from your eyes. cold steel gripped in my hand my moderately muscled form bulging with narcissistic veiws of myself in god form

i walk to the TV and turn up the volume with the hand that has my rope and turn to face you with dark blue eyes hiden under my brows and a smirk on my face.

She was completely enthralled in her own movements, not even seeming to notice the creaking of the door hinges. Perhaps she believed that it was something on the television instead of something in reality - and if her eyes were open it would have been a frightening reality. Despite all of this she did seem to somehow feel the eyes upon her now, watching each and every move that she made.

Slowly her eyes opened and she did see him standing there as the volume on the television suddenly turned much higher, her eyes widening as though this were some some sort of bad dream and certainly a nightmare. Slender fingers that had been toying with her clit were quickly removed, and she instead grasped the sheets, quickly sitting up.

She didn't even know what to say or do in the situation but she knew that even if there was something that her brain told her to do to react she wouldn't be able to do so, not given the time.

this sick smirk on my face is violently ripped open into a gapping grin. the saliva on my teeth dully glints in the dark. i toss a rope gag onto the bed. "the rope is wrapped around tampons. as you salivate they will expand taking up the space in the hole in your face that you might use to scream," the pride in my crafts manship comming accross in my voice as i stoop over your bed gripping the foot board with both hands. "put it on."

i stick the knife in your bed to add emphasis to my statement and stretch the rope out in my hands trying to judge how much i will need. this is when i notice my tongueswiching back and forth behind my teeth. this is even better than i thoughtit would be.

She was trembling as he saw him, flinching when he came over to her and threw the gag at her, telling her to put it on. The only thing that really made her do it was the fact that he had a knife in his hands. She had to force the tampons past her teeth first. There were so many attached to the gag that they already stuffed her mouth full, her cheeks even having been puffed out slightly due to it.

She groaned uncomfortably, drawing her legs up toward herself as she secured the gag. There was a clasp on each end of the rope that she easily clasped together, securing the gag around her head.

"Bitch, put that fuckin' thing in farther, NOW!" I yell so loud I have to look around an listen for someone's possible response. I then whip you a couple of times hard with the coils of cord in my hand.

I stare up at you in disbelief but force the strap around my head as tight as it can go. This presses the tampons further into my mouth, my cheeks bulging however they are held down by the thick rope as it presses into my cheeks, making me almost positive that it will bruise.

I cry out with each lash that you serve onto my trembling form, barely any sound escaping from behind the gag though it is obvious that if I didn't have a gag at this point someone would surely hear. My jaw is already aching from the gag, the straps secure. I moan when you finally stop whipping me, the fabric of my tank top and thin underwear actually somewhat ripped from the force of the whipping that you had given.

I cllimb onto the bed looking you in the eyes. I say, "Give your hand now." One of my hands is now wrapped around your ankle and i continue towards you. "You will obey me, because when I leave you'll be begging for my prick in your ass, cunt."

I stare at you as you climb onto the bed, flinching as your hand wraps around my ankle, grasping it harshly and telling me to give you my hand - commanding me. I reluctantly hold my hand out, though tense immediately at the words, my eyes repeatedly moving from the knife in the bed back to your eyes. I shake my head in response to your comment about what I will be begging for and try to tug my leg free from your hand, protesting through the gag despite the ache in my jaw.

"Oh, yeah, you're gonna beg and moan like the bitch you know you are, hon," I say as I take your hand. its ice cold with fear, and tense with fear making it hard, like my shlong. I start tying your hand to the bed and reach for the other one, then I tie your ankles at your wrists.

glancing back at the knife I get an even more sadistic smile. "I could kill you if you like when I'm all done. you know do you don't have to live in shame. would you like that?"

I just stare up at you in obvious disbelief at the words, as though not believing them - wincing as you force my hands upward and tie them to the bed, kicking my legs somewhat as you force my ankles against my wrists before tying them there as well.

My breathing is somewhat uneven as I lay on my back, only the thin material of my boyshorts keeping you from having a view of my pussy and asshole, my muscles already starting to ache from the position - however now my eyes are focused on your rock hard cock concealed only by your pants, and I groan in protest against the gag.

Just as a display of strength rip off your boy shorts all the way, "Slut, you won't need those or that shirt." I grab the shirt and cut it with the knife. I pull down my pants and put on a condom. I hump on that pussy of yours and smack that ass, twist your tits and slap your face. When I'm finished I ask, "Do you want the gag out?" At this point I really want you to say yes 'cause I got a surprise for you.