Early Morning Non Consent

It's a cold morning, the radiator just clicked on. I have one eye open, peering at my alarm. 3:59am. Of course I would wake up right before my alarm goes off. I quickly hit the snooze button so that I don't have to hear that awful noise that everyone dreads in the morning. As soon as I start to push the covers off me, my nipples harden. It's freezing in here and my solace was under my heated blanket. It's colder than normal in my house so I wrap myself in a blanket as I head through the kitchen, into the bathroom. I sit down to pee and I can hear my stomach grumbling. Fruit is a good morning snack. I walk into the kitchen to get a banana, peel it and cautiously open my door to throw the peel over the fence. I don't lock back up, I'll be leaving soon. As I'm walking into my room to get ready, I notice the spotlight goes on. It could be an animal, so minus the slight freak out over said possible animal, I don't think much of it.

From my room, I heard the faint sound of someone turning the door knob. Out of sight, out of mind, right? Wrong. I didn't have a chance to think of something else. I didn't have a chance to do anything. The door opens and it slams shut. My entire house except my bathroom is pitch black. My mind is racing and I'm panicking. I try to think of a place to hide, like that will help me at all. There's no second exit. I'm fucked.

Before I can move, I feel someone grab at my arm. They must have been reaching blindly because it is dark as hell. I feel both of my arms jerked together as they pull me backwards. Almost losing my step, they straighten me out pushing me against the wall. I feel him grab the back of my neck, pushing my face into the wall. I only assume it's a male because of the person's force. This couldn't be a female. His hands tighten against my neck, he tells me not to speak. I can't speak.

He twists me around, he's facing me. I can't see his face, he's wearing something over it. I try to turn my head away, afraid of what he might do. I'm frozen. He pushes me down onto the bed and grabs what I assume must be duct tape. I heard the noise of it getting ripped away from its core, he wraps my hands behind my back. My face is in the comforter. He's pushing my head down. Is he trying to kill me? I panic, again. The panic hasn't gone away but I feel like if he just takes what he wants, maybe he'll leave. I feel his hands on me, pulling at my clothes. He strips everything that he can from my body. I feel him grabbing onto my ass. He groans as he pushes himself against me. I can't get away. I can't squirm. I can't even move. He backs away for a quick moment. I hear the rustling of his pants, the unzipping of his fly. I close my eyes and try to imagine something else. He tells me to spread my legs and forces himself against me. I can feel his cock against my ass. His big, thick cock is throbbing against my fat ass. He enjoys this. He enjoys having every ounce of control. He is getting off on this. He pushes his cock between my ass cheeks, moving it continuously across them while one hand holds my head down.

I turn to the side so that I can breathe. His other hand is against my ass, cupping it with his big hands. I feel my body tense up as though I already prepared myself for what is coming. I feel his head gently separating my lips and I don't hate it. What is happening. 

The tip of his cock is wet from my pussy so it makes it easy for him to force his cock into me. He lets out a big groan as he opens up my tight pussy with his fat cock. He's fucking me so hard the bed is moving back and forth. His hand is on my throat and then my head, making sure that I don't see him. I can't see him. It's dark and my eyes haven't adjusted. I won't be able to identify him.

My pussy is dripping. I definitely didn't see that coming. He rubs his cock between my legs, up against my clit, moving it back and forth as if he already knows I love it. I'm tensing up against his cock, not sure if I hate this or if I really, really love this. I don't want a single sound to escape my lips so I keep my head down, even when he's not forcing it. Making sure not to miss a beat, he takes his cock out of my pussy, dripping with my juice and forces it into my tight ass. He knows he's the biggest thing that's been in there. My entire body is stiff. He reaches around to touch my wet pussy while he's forcing his cock deep into my ass. Taking his fingers from my pussy, he puts them in my mouth and without him asking, I lick them clean. He hits the back of my head. I must have done something wrong. I don't want him to punish me, this is punishment enough. The pain from his big hard cock are making tears stream down my face. It could be pain or pleasure, it could be both.

He decides that he's had enough of my ass and he pulls his cock out, stroking it until he releases a warm, sticky mess all over my ass. I can hear him putting his pants back on. He says nothing but I hear him flipping open a knife. Afraid he's going to hurt me further, I squirm. He drags the razor blade down my back, not enough to leave a mark. He cuts the tape of my hands. I'm relieved but I don't move.

"Don't move a fucking muscle until I'm gone."

My heart is racing. I'm counting the seconds until he leaves my house. I hear him stumbling around in the kitchen. It sounds like he's looking for something. It seems to take forever, but he finally leaves. I stay put until I know he's gone. I run to the door and lock it. My pussy is tingling. I sit down on the couch and separate my lips, slowly pushing a finger inside my wet pussy. I move my finger in and out and up against my clit. I cum almost immediately, I must have liked it more than I thought.