Courtesy of my delicious sub and friend: MJ Anonymous
It was another hot and humid day, the heat wave showed no signs of letting go and the city was starting to suffer. The heat in her apartment was nearly unbearable since the air-conditioning had broken down and the only way Melanie could cope was to strip off until she was just left with her red panties on. It gave her a thrill to be like this, so free of sticky clothes, her skin able to feel every little stir of the air from the big fan that hummed quietly by the window. It felt so good that she'd put some music on and was dancing around the room on her own.
Her eyes were closed as the song came to an end, it was one of her favorites and she'd turned the volume up loud. She opened her eyes and at first didn't quite believe what she was seeing. Just inside the apartment door was a man and he looked dangerous.
She froze and gasped, her hands flying up unconsciously to cover her naked breasts. Who was he? What was he doing here? He hadn't said a word, just stood there. Looking at him she could see he was tired, worn out. He was injured, the right sleeve of his shirt was stained red with fresh blood. In his left hand was a large Bowie knife, the blade glinting wickedly in the sunlight.
She started when he spoke. "Anyone else here?"
She shook her head mutely. The music was now thumping, well into the next track. "Turn it down," he said.
She had meant to say no, to defy him. But instead she instantly moved and turned the volume knob, having to expose her right breast to do so. She went to cover herself again and then thought there was little point.It was another hot and humid day, the heat wave showed no signs of letting go and the city was starting to suffer. The heat in her apartment was nearly unbearable since the air-conditioning had broken down and the only way Melanie could cope was to strip off until she was just left with her red panties on. It gave her a thrill to be like this, so free of sticky clothes, her skin able to feel every little stir of the air from the big fan that hummed quietly by the window. It felt so good that she'd put some music on and was dancing around the room on her own.
Her eyes were closed as the song came to an end, it was one of her favorites and she'd turned the volume up loud. She opened her eyes and at first didn't quite believe what she was seeing. Just inside the apartment door was a man and he looked dangerous.
She froze and gasped, her hands flying up unconsciously to cover her naked breasts. Who was he? What was he doing here? He hadn't said a word, just stood there. Looking at him she could see he was tired, worn out. He was injured, the right sleeve of his shirt was stained red with fresh blood. In his left hand was a large Bowie knife, the blade glinting wickedly in the sunlight.
She started when he spoke. "Anyone else
He moved through to the bathroom and she found herself following. He turned to look at her, "You won't be any trouble will you?"
She shook her head, wondering why she was going along with this but unable to stop.
He carefully removed his shirt exposing an upper body still in good shape for his age, which Melanie judged to be about mid-40s. there were tattoos and scars there, enough to show an interesting life had been led. He had turned the cold tap on and was removing a dirty bandage from the gash in his arm. It came away slowly and with difficulty, she could hear him wince slightly under his breath.
"Let me help," she said and leaned past him to get a towel off the rail. As she did so her body brushed past his arm, leaving a red stain upon her naked silky flesh. He stood patiently while she cleaned the injury and wrapped a fresh bandage round it she got from the medicine cabinet. He hadn't made a sound in all that time. She stepped back to admire her handiwork, placing her hands on her hips she felt the stickiness of the blood there and it made her question what she was doing.
The guy's obviously a fugitive, she thought, he might hurt me or worse. Plucking up courage she stepped closer to him. His eyes were closed and he looked half asleep, if only she could incapacitate him in some way she could make her escape. His arm! If she hit him right on the wound it would hurt like hell and he'd be too busy screaming in pain to stop her escaping.
Melanie approached him carefully then lashed out. He instantly swerved to miss her flying fist which just managed to glance off his arm. With incredible speed his left hand shot out and grabbed her by the hair, spinning her round he pushed her up against the wall.
"You said you'd be no trouble," he snarled at her, "Now I'm gonna teach you a lesson!"
Before she could react, his fist punched her hard in the stomach whooshing all the breath out of her. Her body wanted to fold up but his hand was now round her throat and holding her hard against the wall. He rained blows down on her body, batting her arms away whenever she tried to protect herself. He punched her again and again, deep into her belly, her breasts and between her legs. She was crying with the pain, gasping and cringing. His blows powered into her, the whole world became his left fist, the silver rings on his fingers shone like tiny moons through her tear-stained eyes, her body was being pummeled into lifelessness and that fist was her whole universe, right in the middle of her vision and surrounded by blackness. The dark rushed in and swallowed her just as he let rip with a heavy punch at the pit of her belly.
It was a lot later in the day when she awoke. For a second she didn't know where she was or why she was laying on the bed. She tried to sit up and two things immediately became apparent; the beating flooded back into her mind as pain flared up inside her. also she was tied down, spreadeagled on the bed, naked.
Melanie gingerly twisted her head around until she could see him. He was sitting in her favourite chair, a bottle of bourbon in one hand and smoking a cigarette, looking as calm as anything. She tried to spit at him but her throat was dry.
"Woken up have we?" he said as he levered himself out of the chair and lent over her. "Need a drink?" He laughed as he tipped the bottle over her mouth, the golden liquid splashed on her chin and neck, she swallowed and coughed, making her body ache all over again.
"And now you're all tied up and at my mercy," he continued. "So what should I do with a naughty girl like you?" He laughed as he stood there, took a long drag of his cigarette and blew smoke over her. Still laughing he took the stub and squashed it into her belly-button, sending a new, even sharper pain through her. "My little ashtray," he joked.
He continued to walk around her, checking the ropes he'd used to tie her, pulling on them to make sure they were tight, pulling her limbs roughly. Her legs were wide apart and she felt so totally vulnerable and helpless lying there, her body throbbing with dull pain, at his mercy.
He was standing behind her now, having pushed the bed away from the wall, she could feel the heat of him there, an animal scent that made her senses reel. She saw his face upside-down over her, his breath was warm on her, he leant further forward till her face was being pressed down by his chest. His hands gently rubbed her belly, "Awww, did I hurt you?" He pressed down on her and slid his hands up until they cupped her breasts. He pinched her nipples, hard, causing her to gasp. She started to thrash her head back and forth, her long auburn hair matting together as it soaked up the sweat from his body. He continued to pinch and pull at her pert nipples, making them red and swollen.
Suddenly she found she was feeling very hot, aroused, there was a glow deep inside her that was burning and getting warmer. She found herself making involuntary groaning noises as her mouth sought back and forth for one of his nipples so she could suck, nibble and bite. He moved away and out of sight, leaving her desperate for more.
She heard the sound of his trousers being unzipped and as she craned around there he was, as naked as her, his cock standing out proudly. He moved t othe foot of the bed now and climbed up between her outspread legs. She wanted him to fuck her and fuck her hard. She could feel the desire welling up inside of her. Why was he waiting?
Then she felt his tongue on her, gently sliding around her lips down there, gliding up and down and inside her, flicking like a snake on her clit. Oh god, she thought, I can't bear this! His tongue went deeper inside her, was there ever such a long tongue? She was dripping now, her juives running down her thighs, lubricating his tongue till it felt so wet and slippery, licking deep inside her. She felt herself start to cum, her hips shook as the wave washed over her. She stared blindly upwards, shuddering with pleasure.
His body was sliding up hers now, touching where he'd hit her, smothering her bruised flesh in warmth and slippery sweat. He started to kiss her and she responded immediately, thrusting her tongue deeply into his mouth, running it around, he did the same. As he lowered himself onto her and pushed inside her she felt like she'd been pierced through with a spear so hard and long that she couldn't quite believe it was possible. He started slowly and her body responded perfectly, falling into a rhythm that could go on forever. She came again, taken by surprise but before she could even think about it she felt herself already starting to cum a third time. Her body was starting to cramp, his power and mastery was giving her the biggest orgasms she'd ever experienced, she came in a sudden rush, her body was starting to spasm now. His strokes were getting quicker, thrusting deeper, she felt almost torn in two and only the amazing feeling enveloping her was keeping her in one piece. She felt him about to cum, hard urgent thrusts, pounding her. His explosion inside her was so big, so all-encompassing, together with her fourth climax which was the most intense yet. Her pelvic muscles gripped him so tightly, she never wanted him to leave her, they were one entity wrapped up in the most delicious sex on Earth. Her heart was pounding, her body drenched in sweat, she could feel his load was so big she couldn't contain it as it started to seep out and down between her cheeks. Eventually she got her breath back, "Again!" she said. He was very happy to oblige.
Melanie doesn't live there anymore. They found the ropes still there, carefully untied. Some say she left with a man, a man who you wouldn't want to catch his eye if you get my meaning. She's out there somewhere, maybe in a little abandoned shack off a dirt road, she's with him and they are busy exploring a whole new intimate universe together.