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The Burglary

I could hear a stumble from the kitchen knowing it was Balthazar again. When will that silly cat learn that he is to big to jump from the barstools onto the actual bar...
Pulling the covers back over my head I turned around on my side, nestling my head back into the pillow.
Drifting back into sleep slowly I felt the soft thud as Balthazar jumped onto the feet of my bed. Stupid cat always does this, just when I want to get back into my sweet slumber he jumps onto the bed and either wants to sleep where I am or starts playing with my toes.

I waited for Balthazar to curl up into his usual position behind my knees when I heard another thump from the kitchen. Realising it couldn't be my cat I was immediately awake. I thought about all the things that could have produced the sound and cursed myself for never finishing those self-defense classes.
I slid out of bed as soft as I could possibly muster with my divine body and grabbed the first piece of clothing I could find. I sleep naked which I've never regretted but this also meant the only thing I found at arms reach was the underwear I wore the day before.
Scooping myself into the blue lace tank top and panties I eased towards the doors that join my bedroom and living room.

I wasn't used to the darkness of night in my apartment and it took me a moment to get my bearings. I could see the LED lighting on my stereo and TV and the low hum of the kitchen fridge was to my left, besides that there wasn't much for me to go on.
I heard a loud crash coming from the kitchen and felt my heart stop for a few ticks. Heavy footsteps where heading towards me when I realised I skipped an important part in my cunning plan to trap this burglar. I never picked up my phone from the night stand. Nor did I remember to call the police before I ventured out into my own house. Shock and disbelief ran through me as I felt one hand close over my mouth and the other one pulled me back into whoever it was behind me.

“Not a word” is all he whispered in my ear before pulling me backwards into my bedroom. I felt my heart race to a speeding pace as his hand gradually let my mouth go, sliding down to my wrists, holding both of them tightly in one hand with an ease that scared me. His other hand let go of me and I could feel him rummaging around, when his hand eventually returned to me I could feel him slide a tyrip over both my wrists and he pulled it to secure my hands behind my back. He pushed me towards my bed and I felt myself buckle down onto it. Startled and annoyed Balthazar awoke from his deep slumber and jumped off the bed, leaving me all alone.
I started to softly whimper, telling him he could take whatever he wanted, I'd even give him my Pin code if he wanted, whatever he wanted, just take it and leave. He walked around my bedroom until he found one of my bedside lamps and turned it on. He told me to stop talking and pleading, it wouldn't help anyway and he would most definitely take whatever the hell he pleased.

I couldn't see him from where I was laying but from the hands and the slight body slam I gathered that I wasn't about to take it up against this guy. I mean, I'm not small, not at all, but this guy was probably around my size and at least a good feet taller then me. I heard him rummaging through all my drawers, probably looking for jewelery and I just closed my eyes hoping he would be gone soon. Balthazar jumped back onto the bed and mockingly curled up into a ball a few inches from my face. Stupid cat, learn how to work a phone!

The burglar kept rummaging through all my stuff, knocking over some stuff here and there and after what seemed like an eternity he finally came back into my bedroom. He pulled my up by my hips until I was on the bed on my knees with my head on the pillows. I felt him circle the bed and I feared whatever would come. As I started pleading muffled cries into the pillows I felt his massive hand come down on my ass, sending a stinging sensation through me. He told me to shut up again and I felt the bedsprings creak as he apparently knelt on the bed.

I felt tears sting behind my eyes as I heard him talk to me. He pitied the fact that I didn't have any jewelery but he apparently did find other objects of interest is what he whispered into my ear as he started rubbing my butt rough and hard. I kicked with my legs and he took a hold of my ankles. Before I knew it there was another tyrip only this time around my ankles rendering it hard for me to move at all. I could hear him snicker and get up from the bed.

He walked to the underwear drawer in which I keep all my toys and started rifling through it, eventually he came back to the bed. I started pleading again, begging him to just take whatever he wanted and go. He laughed, louder this time, and told me that was exactly what he was doing just now. As his sentence ended he roughly pulled at my panties and I felt the fabric rip from me with ease. I cringed and whimpered into the pillows, wishing I would have been smart enough to call the police before I pretended to be Jane Bond.

I heard him unbuckle his belt and the sound of pants falling to the floor, making me cry even harder into the pillow, wishing I could be anywhere but there at that very moment. The bed strained when he moved up to me again and I held my breath for whatever was coming. His hands pulled my ass up higher into the air and he kept one hand on the small of my back while the other one started wandering around my body. I felt the heat of his body radiate towards me as he straddled my legs from behind, keeping me pinned in one place firmly.

His hands started exploring my body, feeling my ass, slapping it teasingly, moving up to my back, pulling my shoulders back by my wrists He commanded me to stop crying and I buried my face further into the pillows. How the hell am I supposed to not cry?! His hands moved down to my side and as I felt him lean over me, his weight pushing down on me, he started squeezing my breasts and rolling my nipples between his fingers.

I felt his erection against my butt and muffled another wave of cries and pleading while I felt a mix of complicated emotions inside me. I was excited, panicked, scared and turned on at the same time. I wanted to get out of there more then anything but he kept me pinned to the bed by my legs and had control over my body with his hands.

His hands slid down and I felt him shift weight to a more sitting position. His one hand slapped my ass as he started talking to me again. “What slut gets dripping wet from this you sick pervert” is what he mumbled while his other hand went between my legs to my hot swollen sex. Instinctively I pushed my pussy into his hand, startling myself with the responsiveness. He laughed and started to finger me hard and rough, I was glad I get moist so easily. After I realised what he was getting at I tried to move away from his hand, trying to hang onto any fiber of common sense I still had.

He moved again, this time pressing his cock against my swollen pussy lips, sliding up and down my slit, getting his cock wet and ready. I suppressed a moan and tried to wiggle away from him. He pulled me back by my hair, hard and fast, grasping onto it, and angling my head into the air. “No you don't you little whore, you're staying right here” he grinned sadistically. He got a better grip on my hear and used it to pull me back onto his throbbing cock. I couldn't fight it. The hot stinging pain in my scalp was to much and I felt the tears well up again.

As he started thrusting in me I felt his grip on my hair relax and I pulled my head away from him inch by inch until I could rest it on the bed again. He reached forward, taking my tits in his hand and squeezing them hard, pulling my nipples until I thought they would rip off. I cried with pain and he released my nipples. Only to take it out on my ass, slapping me hard and scratching my ass before the next slap was up. He kept telling me how tight my pussy was for such a slut and how he would be gone as soon as he got what he wanted.

I started to sob uncontrollably as he started thrusting into me faster and harder. More demanding, violently I felt his balls slap into me with every pound he took. His moans and grunts grew more ragged as he moved one of his hands to my clit, with the other he grabbed my hair again and pulled my head back. I was shocked and at the same time it felt so good. He started rubbing small demanding circles over my little knob as he pounded away at my tight cunt. “I want you to come for me you little whore” is what he grunted into my ear as he bit my shoulder hard enough to draw blood. A soft moan escaped me and as I looked back from behind my tears. I felt a warmth spreading inside me. His fingers started to rub my clit more violently, erratic and hard and I felt the orgasm build inside me. His thrusting came faster and harder and I felt and heard him climax as a shudder went through me, my own orgasm rolling over me. He kept thrusting in me until every last little bit of cum was inside me.
He let go of my hair and stretched his entire body over mine, weighing me down again, whispering in my ear “now I've got what I wanted, little slut”.
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Beautifully written. Very arousing. Thank you for taking the time to share it.
I realize this is an old story, but hot damn! I came just from reading this which is rare. I guess I have more of a rape fantasy than I thought!