Breach of Privacy

Something awoke her. It was that same something that could never be placed instantly upon the initial breaking of slumber. After a few moments, the individual in question would hear or recognize the sound or movement that had disturbed their sleep pattern and they would relax, sinking back into the comfort of the doldrums. But the girl was granted no time of recuperation of the frontal lobe.
Something soft, pliant, but uncomfortably taut to the touch had been wedged into her mouth, and drawn rigidly around the back of her neck, disallowing her the usage of her mouth, and limiting her speech into muffled murmurs. The rag jerked vigorously, her head tossing back as the last knot of the gag sealed it completely around her face. It was about this point in time when she might have discovered she had lost the mobility of her hands. Her wrists were shackled to the headboard, by similar material to the silken cloth that separated her upper jaw from her lower. She was strapped to the bed, albeit during her sleep by a stranger, who she knew all too well. She could hear the familiar grunts of overbearing domination, smell the musky, masculine odour that he let off whenever he began to perspire in his desperate arousal. Whether she wanted to struggle or not, she was unable to, for the bonds were tight and unyielding. She was naked. He had wasted no time in assuring the most important part of the plan, and by the touch of the smooth, dark skin on the bare flesh of her thighs and back, it was obvious that he too was completely nude. A lithe, hungry tongue slithered along the round mounds of her buttocks, lapping at the delectable softness of the cushions like a greedy panther at the waterhole. His hand cupped her womanhood, fondling her viciously, probing the entrance to her slick elasticity instantly, ignoring her clitoris completely. This was not a scheme that was to benefit her orgasms. This was for him. He wanted her. And she was not going to deny his >
satisfaction tonight. Shoving two thick digits into the moist, juicy slit, he groped inside her, fondling the raw sector of her g-spot greedily. At the same time, the slimy warmth of his tongue had inched its way into the crack of her buttocks, and instead of continuing down betweeen the cheeks to where her intimacy was waiting for attention, it stopped, sliding and gliding over her anus.
It was an act that had been forbidden to him by the very girl he was currently performing it on, and it was evident. The damsel's indignant squeals were high-pitched but ultimately stifled by her bonds. He sucked, and fondled the puckered, erogenous area, knowing she hated it, doing it on purpose, for her humiliation and disgust graced him with such a sense of vindication. The puffs of air that huffed through his nose along the sensual behind could well have been born from a sadistic chuckling.
Throughout, his fingers never ceased working her interior, feeling the sticky cream of her lubrication beginning to spill over his knuckles.
"Shut the fuck up!" he snapped irritably, smacking her rear powerfully to stop her from her incessant squirming.
"Shut...the...fuck....up... whore..." he articulated each word with venom, relieving her of the alien feeling of his tongue on her forbidden hole and kneeling up behind her. Her quivering legs were shoved out wide by marauding hands. His manhood made its presence felt suddenly, without any inkling of teasing, powering home into her drenched opening. A low, growling gasp resounded behind her, fingers digging nastily into her hips as they were yanked back onto the impaling spear. Surging forwards, her lover began to pound her from behind, seething hot air between his teeth in vehement brutality. The entire bed shook with the violence of his penetrations, again and again and again, shuddering and creaking on its four legs.
"Slut...filthy bitch..." the insults rained down onto the back of her head, passion bursting from his chest as he pumped her as if she were nothing but an object, a doll, a prostitute, used and discarded in one night. The guttural insults ran dry, but flowed afresh in indistinguishable languages. Her hair was pulled back, so her upturned nose pointed to the ceiling, to the side so that her profile was visible to his searing eyes. In this position, he was imminently viewable to her own line of vision; face flushed, eyes burning, arms bulging, stomach clenching with each thrust of the hips. When he discovered her looking at him, her moans filtering through the gag, she earned herself a resounding smack on her cheek before finding her eyeline restricted to the bedsheets below.
At this point, his angle changed, shifting positions behind her. Her knees were pressed together, accentuating the round heartshape of her posterior, his legs placing a foot on either side of her. Reinserting his throbbing, hot appendage, he grunted with satisfaction at how much tighter she was now. Grabbing the headboard for support, he used its heavy weight to pull himself against her, drilling his vibrant manmeat down against her gspot, striking it with the full force of not only his weight behind each incision, but his entire strength hauling at the headboard, which was smashing against the wall so hard, that the paint began to crack. He could hear her screaming through the gag, and he snarled in English.
"Scream all you want you cumming slut... i dont care what you do... or what you say... or what you think... you are my bitch... and i will always fuck you whenever i want...however i want...
you hear?!" he bellowed loudly, eyes starring with the effort of keeping his load from brimming over the edge. Whether she had heard him or not was impossible to tell, for she made no acknowledgement to his words.
After that, he could no longer speak, no longer think, simply able to become the animal he had been for so long, dormant under the surface, and take her...no... rape her... like that animal. The beast had been released from its cage. And by the time he pulled out to release, her buttocks had turned a ripe pink, the colour of soft peaches, the colour of her flushed cheeks flanking her screaming, hoarse mouth. Her adorable, delicate face was dragged up by the hair, profile turned to him, her fringe toussled over her features. The manner in which she was tied did not allow her to be turned completely, but it mattered not. Low, growling groans could be heard, the head of his cock hovering over her exposed cheek. Cum splattered like confetti over the side of her face and forehead, splattering over the strands of hair that were falling over her face untidily. He didn't care, refusing to defer the attention of his orgasm from her face. The side of her face was pasted, of the bed table, and heading for the shower. To her whines to be released, he shot over his shoulder.
"Just you stay there...ill be back afterwards...not done with you yet." he stated, before closing the door behind him, stepping into the shower, leaving her alone in the room, strapped to the bed, bum in the air and covered in cum.