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Bound and Helpless- My Terrifying Night

I was sleeping, deep in dreamland, on this particular night when a noise woke me. The breeze from my open window made the curtains gently sway. I noticed the small potted flower I had on my windowsill was resting on the floor. Figuring the wind knocked it over, I picked it up and closed the window. Glancing around the darkness of my room, I yawned deeply as I made my way back to bed. As soon as I was nestled in my nice warm bed ready to drift away once more, I felt a large hand grab my throat and force me onto my back.

“Don’t make a sound,”

a deep voice growls in my face. I tremble in terror as I feel the menacing weight pushing me further into my bed and a sickening sweet smell from my attacker’s breath. “If you do exactly what I say, you will live to see the morning. If you fight, you will regret it. I will make you hurt beyond what you ever thought possible, and you will be gone by morning. Do I make myself clear, Charlotte?” Shaking uncontrollably, I stutter out “Y-y-yes…but how do you know my name?” I ask. 

Blood erupts from my nose as he backhands me across the face, “Disobedience will not be tolerated! Only speak when I tell you to!” He says viciously, “Now, take off your clothes, quickly. Quickly!" Scrambling quickly to stay in compliance, with my nose throbbing painfully, I yank off my tank top and panties. “Good girl,” he says in that deep husky voice.

“Now lay down on the bed, spread-eagle."

I can hear his lips smacking and the fear inside just continues to grow. Climbing back onto the bed, my mind screams for me to do something… anything! But despite my desire to fight, my fear forces me to do just as he commands. So, I get down, flat on my stomach, and I spread my arms out in a Y shape. He quickly grabs my arms and uses zip-ties to tie my wrists to the headboard. The ties are so tight, digging into my skin. It hurts, but I dare not complain. He is strong and now I have even less control, being bound. I feel him grab my legs and do the same to them, pulling the zip-ties as tightly as they will go. Now, I could not break free even if I tried. Paralyzed by fear, I would not even attempt to make such a move. My nose was still so sore and achy.

The Stranger climbs on top of me and leans down to whisper in my ear “Ah, my sweet Charlotte, I have been watching you for years. Unlike other nights, tonight, you carelessly left the window open. With that small mistake, I was finally able to sneak in. Don’t worry, we are going to have so much fun! In fact, you are going to have the time of your life.” His sinister laughter sends chills down my spine as a teardrop trickles down my cheek. He grabs some duct tape and begins to pull a piece off with a loud,

RIIIIPPPPPP! 

Roughly, he places the tape on my mouth while saying, “We don’t want you to scream and spoil our fun too soon, do we?” I attempt to shake my head no and, inside, I silently pray for someone to come rescue me. I feel him get off the bed and hear him walk away. Straining, I try to see where he went as I listen for his movement. After a few minutes of silence, I start to wonder if he left. Was this some kind of cruel joke? I start struggling, trying to pull my arms and legs free of the binding zip ties and my mouth free of the tape. I managed to get part of the tape up on one side when all of a sudden….

CRACK!!!!

Stinging pain erupts from my back as a whip fiercely slashes down with a loud crack. “Did I tell you that you could move?”, he says, “What a naughty, naughty pretty little girl.” Leaning down, he smooths the tape over my mouth again before wrapping more all the way around my head. “Just for that, you are going to get an additional 10 hits from my whip. Do not fight it because you will only make me hit you harder!”

He laughs and starts hitting me over and over:

Crack! “ONE!” Crack! “TWO!” I can hear his sadistic excitement with every number. By the time he has hit me ten times, I can feel warm blood sliding down my back, ass, and legs. Crying and wishing I'd pass out from the pain, I feel something soft against the cuts of my back. Did he just lick me?  I ask myself as I hear him moan. He slowly licks the blood from my back and ass, telling me how good I taste. Suddenly, I feel his tongue slide from my pussy up to my asshole in one long slow stroke.

Entering slightly into that forbidden place.

“Have you ever had anyone penetrate this tight little asshole, Charlotte?” he asks as he rubs his fingers against my butthole. Shaking my head no, I put my face down to hide my tear-filled eyes. “Good” he says as he parts my ass cheeks. I try to get away but he holds me tight. As he slams his cock into me without lube or any preparation,  I scream in pain. It feels like he is ripping me apart. Sliding his hard cock in and out of a place that has never been penetrated. Forcing me to pain so intense it makes my stomach hurt, I scream over and over until I finally lose consciousness.

I come to with as I feel cold water splash in my face

“Wakey Wakey pretty girl!” He exclaims gleefully. “You missed all the fun, but don’t worry, I’ll make sure you feel every bit of it this time, Charlotte”. Realizing that I am on my back now and I look at him intently. Do I know that face? Recognize his voice? I can’t recall ever seeing him and I’m sure I wouldn’t forget his face. His face was extremely pale, and his cheeks hollowed in. His eyes were pitch black and looked emotionless. His teeth, when he grinned, were rotted out and his nose was long with a few bumps that said it had been broken a time or two. He chuckles, “Trying to figure out who I am? Don’t bother, you never noticed me. But I noticed you, hehe, pretty little Charlotte.

Yes, oh yes, I noticed you.”

Undoubtedly, I close my eyes as he slides his long, thick penis inside my pussy. “OPEN YOUR EYES! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT WHAT IS INSIDE YOU, GIRL!” Screaming in my face, as he pounds into my body repeatedly. His long skinny fingers grip my breasts so hard I cried out in agony. Chuckling, he twists my nipples even harder. Next, he wraps his hand around my throat and started squeezing as he continued to roughly fuck me. I gagged as I watched him fill my pussy full of his foul-smelling cum. When he noticed me gagging, he screamed in my face “ARE YOU BETTER THAN ME?! FUCKING BITCH!” and then he slammed his fist repeatedly into my face.

I finally lose consciousness again as he continues to pummel my face.

Waking up, I see him grinning cruelly at me, he holds a shard of broken piece of glass. Cruelly he says, “You are now mine, you filthy whore”. When I scream out again, he carves “Filthy Whore” across my stomach. 

A few days later, I wake up in the hospital. Apparently, he called and reported it. 

It has been 5 years since that horrible night, and I still have trouble sleeping in the dark. I make sure I lock up and even have installed a security system. Truly, I have taken every precaution to avoid reliving that frightful evening.

Subsequently, he has never been caught. In spite of the numerous times I move, change my number, my email address, he always finds me. Each year on the anniversary of that horrible night, he sends me a video, a card, and pictures of me bound and helpless. Without a doubt, he will never let me forget. Obviously, I sleep with a bat next to my bed now. I carry mace and a knife when out and about. If I come home late, I have the person I am with wait until I am inside and locked up before departing although I do not stay out past dark much anymore. He won’t catch me unaware again.

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XOXO,

Charlotte

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