Chapter 2

With hardly a seconds pause, his hands were on her breasts, mauling and squeezing them before capturing her pierced nipple by the ring and steadily but firmly pulling up and away from her body. Joanne grunted deep in her throat as a mini orgasm rocked her senses with its unexpected arrival. Her eyes flew wide open and she moaned as the wave of pleasure took her by surprise. Her hips bucked once, hard, as if searching for penetration by a thick long cock. Like the one that the masked man now brought close to her face again. This time he dragged the engorged column of flesh and muscle across her cheeks and back to her lips.

"Let me suck it!" she raged deep within her mind.

Gripping his hardon by the base, the masked man slapped it hard across her cheek. It left a trail of precum where it struck her skin. She could smell the salty tang of the seminal fluid and it made her mouth water once more. When he reapplied the pressure on her nipples she cried out behind her gag and her hips began to rotate of their own volition. Now, along with the salty tang of the intruder's precum, she could smell the musky sweetness of her own juices. Despite her mixed emotions, her panties were soaked with her reluctant arousal. Or was it reluctant. The ongoing mind fuck the intruder was running on her had changed the situation markedly. As she lay there revelling in the feelings this bastard's hands were creating in her body, she realised that if she was free she would have thrown him onto his back and mounted the column of flesh growing from his loins. She would have sucked and fucked him until she couldn't cum again. As the realisation slammed through her mind he changed tack once more. He lifted his hands from her swollen breasts and stood up abruptly.

Joanne mewled deep in her throat with frustration at the cessation of the feelings. With a pleading look in her eyes she watched him walk to the foot of the bed and climb up between her widespread legs where he knelt motionless, watching her. Finally he moved; his hands reaching up to his leather clad head. Holding the hood still with one hand he gripped the tab of the zipper which held the two halves of the hood in place and slowly ran it around to the limit of his reach. Swapping hands he completed the procedure then paused with the two halves of the hood unfastened but still in place. Joanne froze. He was about to reveal more of himself to her and she wasn't sure if she wanted that. Would knowing more about him put in her more danger? The decision wasn't hers to make though. Seconds later he spun the bottom half of the hood around and unzipped one last zip turning the circular band of leather into a strip which he tossed aside. Joanne didn't see this last movement. Her eyes were locked on the lower half of the man's face.

From the nose down the man's face was fully revealed to Joanne, while the top half was still concealed. The strong jaw that had only been hinted at while he was covered by the mask was now evident. He was clean shaven and tanned with full sensual lips which parted in a grin to reveal an impossibly perfect smile full of even white teeth. Once again Joanne was hit by the frustration of knowing the facial features but not having enough to complete the identification of her assailant. For the first time since the ordeal had started Joanne looked deep into the man's eyes. They were a greyish blue and had an intensity that burned into her. Later it struck her that if she had been thinking clearly she would have been able to identify her assailant from the scraps of information she had, but at that moment she was panting with sexual frustration and need. The identity of her attacker was just tantalisingly out of reach.

"It's a pity I have to use that ball gag on you Joanne. I would love to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours baby. I've fantasised about you and me in a sixty-nine for ages now. Still, just because you can't eat me doesn't mean I can't eat you now does it?"

Joanne moaned deep in her throat as the intruder kept his gaze locked on her and slowly bent forward, bringing his face to within inches of her lace clad cunt. The moan turned into a soft mewl as she felt his breath on the moist fabric and she felt herself getting wetter. Rolling her hips she arched her groin upwards to try to press her sopping cunt against his face.

"Oh my God! I'm out of control!" she thought as she felt his hands grip her, high up on her inner thighs, pushing them wider to the limits of her bonds. She did nothing to stop him as she concentrated on the feeling of his hot breath on her wet g-string. She knew that it wasn't going to take much to shunt her over the edge into a colossal orgasm and she trembled in anticipation. It no longer mattered that all of this was against her will. She wanted her orgasm... no... she deserved her orgasm... needed her orgasm. After all he had put her through, the least he could do was make her cum. Seconds later he took the first step in making her wish come true.

Joanne's hips bucked upwards violently as he abruptly pressed his mouth hard against the wet crotch of her g-string. The pressure of his lips sent an immediate shock through her body; not quite a mini orgasm but close... very close. Her breath escaped her in an explosive grunt that was only partially muffled by the rubber ball gag in her mouth as her head whipped back; her hair flying in rolling waves. The intruder pressed harder; his nose crushed against the engorged nub of her clitoris and Joanne hovered briefly on the edge of a gigantic orgasm before he pulled away leaving her gasping and moaning in frustration. He stood up and walked around to stand at the head of the bed. His erect cock towered over her face drawing Joanne's gaze like a magnet attracts iron filings.

"Now if you promise to be a good girl, I'll take that gag out of your mouth." His voice taunted her with its familiarity even as his words turned her on with their unspoken promise. Instinctively she knew what was coming. "Nod your head if you're going to behave Joanne." Quickly she nodded and was rewarded with a low chuckle from her captor.

"Okay... let's just establish a few ground rules first. When I take this thing out you'll do exactly as I say. If you scream or shout I'll cut you and replace the gag. If you try to bite me, I'll cut you bad and replace the gag. If you do what you're told, things will go well for you and you'll be free soon. If you don't, you'll get hurt. Do you understand Joanne?" Quickly she nodded again, her senses on fire with sexual arousal. The intruder paused for a few seconds as if evaluating her responses before moving to undo the gag. In a few moments the ball gag was loosened and removed. Joanne flexed her jaw muscles a few times to work out the cramped feeling the ball gag had left her with then turned to face the intruder.

"I'll do what I'm told... just don't hurt me." Her voice was husky from the ball gag and the screaming she'd done. Her intruder grinned at her words and moved closer to the bed, dropping the gag on the floor.

"Good girl. Now I'm going to fuck your mouth until I cum... and you're going to swallow the lot." His statement was delivered in such a matter of fact tone that he might as well have been announcing that he was going to take out the garbage. The effect his words had on Joanne were profoundly different. Immediately she felt a surge of passion. Her already wet pussy seemed to get wetter and the throbbing heat in her engorged nipples grew. There was nothing she wanted more than to suck this man's cock. All reason was left far behind. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be used. She wanted what she had feared at the beginning of her ordeal. She found herself eagerly anticipating his cock and lifted her head to make access easier for him.

His grin was mocking while also managing to be compassionate as he moved closer, bringing the tip of his cock to within inches of her hungry mouth. As she watched in rapt fascination, a small drop of pre-cum formed at the eye of his rock hard cock. With a small moan she strained against her bonds and extended her tongue to bridge the gap between her and her prize. A swift flick of her tongue and the droplet was hers. She moaned wantonly as the taste of him invaded her senses. This was the straw that broke the camel's back. Any and all ideas of resistance to her attacker went out the window.

"Give me your cock! I want your cum... fuck my mouth... please fuck my mouth!"

Her throaty moan was the catalyst that set him off. Grabbing a fist full of her hair he rammed the spongy tip of his otherwise rock solid cock deep into her mouth causing her to gag at the sudden intrusion. His hand wound tighter in her hair, causing pain and desire at the same time. Joanne strained forward against the pressure of her bonds to get more of her meaty treat into her mouth. With a grunt her attacker thrust forward; the head of his cock butting rudely against the beginning of her throat. She knew what was coming next and quickly drew a deep breath through her nose. Joanne had never been good at deep throat but she wasn't against the idea of trying it with Sean. This was a different story all together. And it was precisely this fact that had her turned on to boiling point!

Using her hair for leverage he steadily pulled himself into her throat. Joanne tried to relax her throat but the gag reflex hit. As her full throat contracted in spasms and her eyes began to water, Joanne tried to will herself to relax... to accept the invasion. She was concentrating so hard on suppressing her gag reflex that she didn't feel his fingers on her nipple until they clamped down with almost brutal force. The pain rocketed through Joanne's body immediately taking her mind off the cock in her throat. Her body arched as she tried to relieve the pressure in her sensitive nipple. This only served to push her further onto the hard cock in her throat which was obviously the aim of her attacker. Before she knew it she had every millimetre of his hard cock deep in her throat and the gag reflex had vanished. Now her only concern was breathing. Just as she was nearing the limit of the breath in her lungs, her assailant withdrew the slab of meat from her throat, pausing just long enough for her to gasp a breath through her nose then filling her throat once more with cock. His strokes were long and slow but forceful at the same time. There was no doubt that he was going to use her throat for his own pleasure but at least Joanne could breathe. Even the pain in her tortured nipple seemed to fade as warmth spread through her body while her shameful arousal intensified.

Suddenly Joanne sensed a change in the dynamic of what was happening. Her attacker's whole rhythm changed. He let go of her tortured nipple and used both hands in her hair to drag her mouth up and down his cock faster. It was as if he was losing patience... or losing control. It was only a small thing but it was the first real crack in his discipline. His voice had been a physical crack, something he couldn't help, but this was a chink in his mental domination over her; this was something she might be able to turn to her advantage at some stage. Incredibly this only served to turn her on more and she moaned deeply around the mouthful of meat he was feeding her at a blistering pace. The faster he fucked the hotter she got and once again she found herself heading at a breakneck speed towards an enormous orgasm, one she had no intention of fighting.

She no longer had to struggle for breath. His strokes were faster and shallower and Joanne knew it wasn't going to be long before she would be swallowing his cum. His breath was coming in ragged gasps and that along with her breathing was the only sound she could distinguish. When it hit she almost wasn't ready. When Sean came in her mouth he usually forced his cock as far into her throat as he could before exploding. Her attacker, on the other hand, withdrew so only the head of his cock was inside the tight circle of her sucking lips. She felt the head expand and the man tense all over before he bellowed and started to fill her mouth with a forceful flood of hot semen! Bolt after bolt of cum jetted into her mouth and she struggled to swallow it all. Her eyes drank in the vision of a rampant man in full climax. His stomach muscles clenched and released in time with his eruptions, while from his sternum upwards every muscle in his chiselled body stood out in sharp relief. His head was thrown back and the wordless bellow that was issuing from his wide open mouth was one long excited cry. The sight, sound, taste and feel of what was happening finally threw her over the edge and Joanne plummeted headlong into her own orgasm, an orgasm unlike anything she had experienced before.

It seemed to gently wash over her, starting at her feet and working upwards through her legs, intensifying as it rose, up her calves, her thighs, through her groin and pelvis then up through her breasts... ever intensifying... the reversing it's course and crashing through her entire body in one huge gut wrenching spasm of pleasure. It was like a massive hammer blow of pleasure that slammed through her, igniting every nerve ending on its way back down her body. Her vision dimmed and her head whipped from side to side as she screamed her pleasure into the hard ejaculating cock still jerking spastically in her mouth. Swallowing was no longer an option as she mindlessly surrendered to the power of her orgasm. Semen flowed from her mouth as her head whipped about and her attacker prudently withdrew from her lips. In the throes of her orgasm she could have easily delivered a nasty injury to the invading organ. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was aware that his cock continued to discharge his thick white seed onto her face, albeit at a diminishing rate. Finally the flow petered out but Joanne was no longer aware of anything. She had passed out. As he came down from his own climax the intruder was shocked to see the lady unconscious beneath him. Her lovely face was glazed with his cum, her nipples were an angry deep coral colour and the sheet beneath her hips was drenched with her juices. He smiled a satisfied smile and leaned in to kiss her softly. Everything was going as planned.

Slowly he climbed off the bed and walked through to the master bathroom where he grabbed a washcloth and wet it under warm water then went back to the bed. The tenderness he used when he wiped the cum from Joanne's face and hair completely belied the aggression and brutality he had shown the girl so far... a fact that did not escape Joanne who had awakened while he was in the bathroom but who chose to feign unconsciousness for a while longer. She hoped it would give her time to organise her thoughts and get control of her feelings. She also needed time to recover from what had been the most incredible orgasm of her life... she felt drained.

He smiled down at her again as he tossed the washcloth aside. He knew she was conscious; he had known as soon as he had come back from the bathroom. It amused him to let her have her little deception, after all he had his. With another grin he checked her bonds then rolled off the bed and headed for the kitchen leaving her panting and sweaty on the bed. All this play was thirsty work. He grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge then checked the clock on the wall. Yes, he still had just over an hour to go. Things were ticking along nicely to schedule; he could afford to take his time. He sat down at the dining table and reviewed his activities since he had entered the house. So far so good... everything had gone according to script, even Joanne's evident and obvious arousal and denial of the same. Another glance at the clock told him it was time to get back to his work. Making sure his mask was still in place he walked back through to the bedroom holding the water bottles.

"So Joanne," he said. "You look hot. Would you like some water?" She was still tied as he had left her and from her position on the bed it was evident that she hadn't tried to get free which surprised him.

"Yes please." Her voice was subdued and there was a definite tone of submissiveness there. Again it was a surprise to her attacker and he had to struggle to keep a smile off his face. He leaned over and carefully held the bottle to her lips allowing her a long refreshing drink of the cold liquid. When she nodded slightly indicating she'd had enough he recapped the bottle and placed it alongside his on the bedside table. Her eyes followed his every moment as she lay there totally at his mercy. He sat down on the bed next to her and started to stroke her face gently. After the events of the past couple of hours the display of tenderness was almost surreal. Joanne figured it was just another way to fuck with her mind, but also she welcomed the attention. As he stroked he spoke softly in a soothing tone completely different to the harsh voice he'd used to give her orders a while ago; the voice he had worn to a rasp.

"Joanne you've been very good so far, and you'll be happy to know that this is almost over. In about an hour me and my knife will leave and if you behave for the next 60 minutes you'll be left here unharmed." She stiffened at this last sentence. Unharmed? She had just been raped and he was saying she would be left unharmed?! Still she had to admit that it had been exciting... and arousing. Again she thought of the fantasy rape scenario she and Sean had discussed and toyed with. She had been all for it but he'd been hesitant. Perversely all she could think about now was how she could persuade him to go forward with it. The thought hit her like a silk covered sledge hammer and she felt herself flush with shame and embarrassment... and arousal.