June's Story
Copyright© 2026 by MagisterJohn
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - June was just an average woman, leading an average life, until an intruder changed everything
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Rape Heterosexual Fiction Light Bond Oral Sex
June had always thought of herself as being average.
5’ 4” tall, 150 pounds, not slim, not fat, just average. B-cup sized breasts. Not huge, not tiny, just average. Plain mousy brown brunette hair, about shoulder length. She didn’t dress flashy, but she didn’t dress like a slob. Associate degree from community college, 4-year-old car, Clerical job in a big corporation where the boss never remembered her name. Her whole life screamed Average.
All that changed one Friday night.
It was a Friday like all the others before it. Finished work at 5, stopped at the store and picked up something for dinner. Friends had asked her to join them for a “Happy Hour” after a long week, and she made an excuse, same as always.
June ate her dinner, watched some reruns on streaming, nothing too racy, took a shower and was in bed by 8 pm.
Same as always ... for the very last time. Tonight, everything changed.
It was pitch dark outside by 9 pm that evening, cloudy skies blocked the stars and no moon meant a quiet dark evening.
About 9:30 June was woken by a strange feeling on her face. A smooth leather over her mouth blocked her ability to talk, or scream for help. Frantically she tried to look about the dark room as she felt the weight of a body pin her to the bed. Her eyes finally adjusted to the dark, and she saw the figure of a man on top of her, straddling her chest, one rough gloved had over her mouth and the other holding her hands together over her head, leaving her totally immobilized and completely helpless. His face was covered with a black cloth mask, all June could see were his green eyes, staring coldly down on her.
Panic set in as she tried to twist and struggle under the unknown intruder, desperate to break his hold or uncover her mouth; but it was all in vain. The stranger held her tightly ... and in total silence, not saying a word. He just held her in place till she finally tired of fighting.
June’s head sank back into her pillow as she started to cry.
Finally, he spoke, just one word, “Quiet” he said in a low growl.
June softly whimpered as his hand lifted from her mouth. She was tempted to scream, but fear kept her silent.
The light from her digital clock reflected off the handcuffs her captor produced, snapping one end on one of her wrists before looping it behind the round pegs on her headboard and snapping the other end to her other wrist.
June lay helpless, cuffed to her bed, in her own home, the place where she was supposed to feel safe and secure. At that moment, she felt anything but safe and secure. The conservative night dress she wore suddenly seemed thin, insubstantial and far too revealing.
Suddenly the intruder’s hand went back over June’s mouth, as the clock reflection flashed across a huge Bowie Knife, he seemed to produce out of nowhere. Panic set it as June attempted to scream in terror; but the glove over her mouth squelched every sound. With a skilled motion the straps that wrapped over June’s shoulders and held her night dress on her slim body were sliced away.
June breathed a sigh of relief as the intruder sat the knife on the nightstand. He could have easily just torn the straps away; but showing June the knife told her that he was serious and what would happen if she disobeyed.
The gloved hand once again lifted from her mouth and joined his other hand on the neckline of the night dress. The cotton fabric might as well have been tissue paper as June’s captor tore the night dress open from neck to hem exposing her now naked form as he pulled the tattered remains from underneath her.
June closed her eyes to cry as she felt rough leather gloves hands begin to explore her unwilling body. His touch was light as his hands roamed over her form. Her skin tingled at the sensation as she lightly whined in protest. Still trying to remain quiet and not anger her attacker, June tried to twist away from his touch as his hands began to grope her breasts. The B cup beauties weren’t particularly large, but they were still firm, even perky; and much to June’s shame, her nipples were starting to stand up, hard and erect from the attention they had been denied for so long. Her tears began to flow freely when she realized what was happening.
Leather covered fingers started gently pinching her long ignored nipples and June squealed with pain despite the intruder’s orders to remain quiet. She saw him lean closer to her chest and heard the rustle as he lifted his mask slightly to allow himself to lick and suck on her pointing nips. The oral attention made June’s nipples so hard they actually hurt a little. June gasped in pain as her attacker lightly bit the sensitive flesh before sucking her entire tit into his mouth to massage with his tongue.
Meanwhile, one rough gloved hand had worked it’s way down across June’s belly and was forcing its way between her tightly closed legs. Another bite to June’s nipple, hard than the first, caused June to react to the first real pain of the night, involuntarily opening her legs as her feet attempted to push against the bed in a vain attempt to push the intruder away from her. The reaction was exactly what he had hoped for as his gloved hand quickly slipped between her legs and started rubbing on the tender lips of her pussy.
The leather of the gloves felt hard and coarse against her tender pussy lips. June had been touched there in a long time, and never like this. And her attacker wasn’t satisfied with just fondling her pussy, he slapped it, pinched her clit, and soon began forcing those rough leather clad fingers inside her.
June growled with pain and anger into the gloved hand that covered her mouth and kept her silent. Months without sex had left her unused pussy tight, and the hard invasion left her as much ashamed as it did in pain ... because she could feel herself beginning to get wet.
“It’s an automatic, natural reaction” she thought to herself, “Just like my nipples getting hard, I don’t like it, it’s just my body reacting.”
June’s growl became longer and deeper as her attacker’s fingers penetrated further inside her moist hot box. Slowly he began working his finger in and out of her, pushing back in harder and deeper each time. June twisted and tried to pull away from the rough treatment; but soon found her hips pushing back to meet the thrust of his finger as her pussy juices started to flow freely.
June was now openly moaning, and crying at the same time.