"Are you sure?" He looked slightly concerned.
"Yes," I replied, "one hundred percent!"
"Alright, so let me summarize this one more time, just making sure: I'll go out of the door, and when I come back I'm a complete stranger - a burglar, if you will - and I will do whatever I want with you no matter how much you resist, UNLESS you use the word 'actually,' in which case I will break character and become your caring boyfriend again? Is that right?"
"Yes!!" I hugged him in excitement, "I can't wait!!"
He hugged me back, smiling and shaking his head slightly as he exited through the door, "that's some kinky role play shit you're into. But don't worry, I won't let you down."
I wondered how aggressive he could be with me. He probably wouldn't take too long to return, then... my deepest fantasies...
"Do, not, move." His voice behind me sounded cold and harsh, that I became a little scared. I quickly turn my head around and yelled out, "Ah!! Who, who are you?! What do want??" I knew how rough he could be sometimes, and this time I was asking him to be rough. Would I see a new side of him?
Without time for me to react, he firmly covers my mouth with one hand, and pushes me against the wall. I tried to yell, only to have my screams muffled; I tried to push him, but his big, firm, strong body was immovable for me.
"Hush little girl," he now looked at me with an evil grin, "if you obey me and do as I say, I won't hurt you."
I looked at him and blinked.
"Good girl. Now turn around and put your arms behind your back."
As soon as he released his grip on me I broke into a sprint to the door. I HAD to make it. A burglar was trying to restrain me!!
But I was too slow. He had quick reaction and immediately caught up to me, tackling me down to the floor and pinning me down with his strong body. "Naughty girl, why are you trying to run away?"
I had nowhere to go now. He was on top of me. "Help, HELP!!"
"Shut the fuck up," he says as he folded both of my hands behind my back, held them together with only one hand, and got out a coil of rope with the other hand.
"Please don't..." I begged, "I'll give you all the valuables in this house... please don't hurt me..."
"It'll be easier for you if you'd just cooperate, young lady."
I felt the ropes tighten around my wrist. Now that my hands were restrained behind my back, I started to kick my legs around, trying to find a way to hurt him and get away. But he knew what I wanted to do, and knelt on my legs so that I couldn't move them.
"Owwww!! Get off of me!!" I yelled out. He had no response, but started to roughly grope my breasts over my thin tank top.
"No bra? Naughty girl," he smiled as he located and pinched my nipples, "and your nipples already hard too? How badly do you want this huh?"
"I... don't..." I turned my head away, as if to avoid his shaming of me.
"Bitch, stop lying!" He suddenly slapped both of my boobs very hard, and while I screamed in pain he ripped the fabric open!! My boobs were at full exposure to his eyes. He quickly bent down and put his mouth over my left nipple, and bit it! I again screamed, but this time instead of covering my mouth with his hand he moved up and started kissing me. A burglar, kissing me? I pressed my lips tightly together and tried to turn my head away, only to find that his strong hand was holding my head in place and that his tongue was prying my lips open. It was a strange feeling but eventually I gave in and parted my lips, giving him access to explore my mouth.
"Good girl." He got off my face, slapped, groped, and kneaded my breasts some more, and took out his phone.
"Please, please, no pictures please..." I begged him. But he did not seem to hear me, and proceeded to take several photos of my bare breasts.
"Look at those beautiful tits of yours," he said as he showed me the pictures on his phone, "those perky plump tits. Makes me wanna just, bite them off."
"What a creep!" I cussed. I couldn't find anything else to say. This was too humiliating.
"You know what else I'm a creep for?" He grinned evilly again, "I can't wait to see that young pussy of yours," he whispered as he slowly moved down to my legs, where I was wearing a thong and some very short shorts - short enough that when he spread my legs he could already see my vulva.
"Look at you, wearing such scandalous clothes. I can already see those pussy lips of yours. It's like an open invitation!" He says as he touched me with his big fingers, pressing my clit over the thin layers of clothes, and to my humiliation I was actually wet. "Already wet too huh?? What a little whore."
"I'm not a whore!!" I yelled and started to struggle again. For some reasons, this slut-shaming that he was doing actually turned me on, but I wasn't gonna admit that!
Seeing that I started to struggle and scream again, he took quick actions. With unbelievable force, he tore my shorts and thongs off of me, exposing my pussy, and he stuffed my panties in my mouth.
"That should shut you up alright," he said, satisfied, "and now let's take a look at this... Oooh you're so wet girl, do you want me to go inside?"
I stared at him, and shook my head violently.
"Too late, haha!!" He laughed as he quickly and suddenly inserted two fingers into my vagina, making me squeak out loud.
"I think you like this," his fingers started to move faster and faster, "you're getting so wet, exactly like how a slut would react."