The Cabin

I never write things that I mean to finish, that is the things I actually enjoy writing. I just never found enjoyment in doing that, probably because I never want anything to end. I am a writer, I live alone, I have a goldfish named Alfred, and I do not know the outside world. I create worlds, but I do not live in the one of reality. Perchance that is why I could not know what was to happen to me on that day in November.

Birds called to my awakening, as the coffee maker switched on I feed Alfred, walked outside onto the porch, and looked at the crisp clean sky. The wind brought the golden and red rain of leaves to my feet and the sweet air enveloped me. I stood there for a lifetime feeling the world around me; I could smell the rush of the water in the brook not so far from my cabin. Today was the perfect day to write, so I went inside and did my morning routine. Clean and dressed I sat at my desk which I had placed facing out the window to the west. Sunsets had always brought me inspiration.

The day passed by as I worked and the wind served as my music. I had gotten up to relieve myself, and that must have been when he came in. My door has forever been unlocked, in this seclusion; there is no need for locks. I went back to my desk and picked up where I had left off, a whip of wind came in and took my breath that is when I saw him in the doorway of the office. The reflection in the glass of the open window was of a man solidly built, ruggedly handsome and tall. My heart pounded as I whipped around in my chair, he had a grin on his face that made me shutter.

He came closer to me, until he was almost upon me, he grabbed a hold of the handles on my chair and pinned me in. He looked up from me and saw my computer, then said, “Why don’t you write something interesting for a change.” I was paralyzed looking into the hazel eyes of a handsome man who I had never met.

He picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder as if I were not but a rag doll to a child. My consciousness regained itself and I tried to fight his hold, but I could not. His footsteps were even as he went searching through my cabin to find what he was looking for. He opened the door to my cozy guest bedroom and said it would do, for what I could not fathom. He set me on the bed and lay on top of me to explain that if I were to move from this spot, there would be grave consequences. He left the room and I looked around for anything that could be used against him, but there was nothing, I was helpless. He came back in a minute later with a bag in his hand and the terrifying grin on his face.

“You have not moved, good. Do not speak.”

He opened his bag and pulled out a pair of wrist cuffs and two ankle cuffs. I wanted to scream out against this injustice, but I knew if I did, things would get much worse, much more quickly. He sat on my hips as he tore off my white linen blouse, then he fastened my hands into the cuffs and through the wrought iron bed frame. He moved downward and pulled my taupe pants off torturously slow. He cuffed each of my ankles to the corners of the bed frame. He was getting warm; I could feel his heat as he came back to me with something in his hand. A blindfold was fastened over my eyes and my world became dark, I was lost.

“Do me a favor…”

The bed gave to his weight as he climbed up to the head of the bed. He positioned his now nude body over my face and his sizable member fell to my lips. I shut my mouth tightly, so in return he grabbed my right breast and forcefully twisted it. The gasp from pain gave him just enough time to shove his cock into my mouth.

“Suck it you little whore.”

He moved so fast in and out of my mouth that there was little I could do; I knew he was getting frustrated; the anger was swelling inside him. He slammed my mouth until he went so far as to go down my throat, then he pulled out.

“I am quite displeased with you.”

I could feel the clean warmth of the sunset upon my skin, and I ached for the day to return to the normal it was. My mind was wrenched from this thought when I heard him rustling in his bag. He came back over to me and blocked the sun from my skin. He climbed onto the bed and I heard a faint hum.

“This will teach you.”

He then rammed the eight-inch vibrating dildo into my body, I screamed in pain. For my noise, he went back to his back and I heard another hum.

“Did I not tell you to be quiet?”

Then he shoved the other dildo into my rear, and I screamed even louder. He turned them both up as high as the vibrations would go and left the room. I lay there in pain and fear for an eternity. Night fell and I began to go numb from the vibrations. What I later realized was two hours later, he came back in.

“How are you feeling?”

I moaned.

“That good? Let me help you some more than.”

He came onto the bed, took a hold of the base of the dildo in my center, and started to pull it out, I was beyond relief. I however was deceived, he slammed it back into me, hard and fast he shoved it into me. Then he grabbed the other dildo and did the same with it, at the same time. I could feel the pleasure swelling in my gut as he did this, and I was about to involuntarily orgasm as he pulled both of the vibes out.

“Let’s try this again”

He straddled my face and my mouth this time was waiting for him, he shoved his cock into my mouth and quickly became hard. He once again started to mouth fuck me, and I did all I could to keep up with him. Then all of the sudden he stopped and pulled out. I could feel him slid down my body; he stopped at my breasts, licking them ever so lightly to make me buck from the teasing.

Moving closer to my exposed and sore center, he placed his solid cock at the slit and rammed himself into me with a great moan. Kneading my breasts he slammed me hard enough to feel like he was reaching my stomach, I cried out in pain. He slapped me across the face for this outburst and fucked me even harder. With each hit, he became stronger, and as I reached orgasm, he wrapped his muscular hands around my neck and did not let go until I almost passed. When he did let go, my orgasm became ten times more powerful and the walls of my center tightened greatly around his huge cock. His strokes became uneven and if it was even possible, he rammed me even harder as he came into my tight space.

He replaced his large cock with that of the vibrating dildo and left me to sleep.