Cat and Mouse

Cat and Mouse
By Emily
February 2008

Inspired by, and from the outline provided by Joey.

I'd spotted her shopping at a very upscale mall on a weekday. I love richly manicured bitches and this one was hot. She was about 5-6, with long brown hair neatly styled and highlighted. It swayed tantalizingly down the small of her back above a perfectly shaped ass as she walked. The ass was pert and prime, encased by a well fitted short skirt – held aloft by nice legs and heels. She was 'smokin and she knew it. I walked close to her to catch her scent. She smelled expensive and looked expensive too. Designer outfit, breasts perfectly proportioned to her body. Definitely more than a handful, but not so huge she looked like she was struggling to stand up straight either. The huge rock on her ring finger told me she was taken. Fine, she'd soon be taken by me too. She had long red tapered nails, just long enough to make her quite helpless in a scuffle. I got rock hard just thinking about manhandling her and slapping the confidence off her face. She saw me looking at her and smiled. I wonder what her expression would be if she knew what I was thinking? Something else caught her attention then and she turned on her heel and walked away with that ass teasing me. Yeah she was hot. She knew she could have any man she wanted and used it to her advantage. Soon she'd learn being hot could have its disadvantages too.

I like hunting on weekdays after the lunch hour, because that told me who was most likely to be heading home afterwards and not back to work. Then I'd follow my intended home to a nice empty house while hubby was at work. I enjoyed the shadowing and stalking, and finally following them home.

She pulled into her driveway and I passed by in my white van. She lived in a nice upscale neighborhood. I took a nice lazy drive through it while removing my phony mustache and heavy brows. Most of the homes showed no activity, but I passed another white van parked not far from the house. A very good sign I thought. It was a typical weekday and most folks were at work. I thought about my prey. She was likely home alone at this very minute. Maybe it was time to check. I swung back around and parked around the corner. The homes were set far back off the street here with large yards. Good, she could scream as much as she liked and no one would hear. I slipped into the back of the van and put on a blue jumpsuit and a cap. Now I looked like I would fit in. I looked like just some guy on a repair call, which should not raise much curiosity. Now I reached for my rape kit. It was a small bag that looked like something an electrician would carry. Inside I had some zip ties, rope, duct tape, and few gags. My favorite was the ring gag. But I also kept a few others designed to muffle screams in case I needed them. A few little torture devices too. I definitely prefer resistance. And I liked to use various means to encourage resistance as needed.

I walked boldly up to the house and knocked on the door. It didn't take her long to answer.

"Is your husband home? I got a call from your neighbor about some strong gas smells. I'm here to check your gas lines."

"Oh!" she said, "I don't smell anything. My husband won't be home for a while. Shall I call him?"

"No, I just thought it might be easier for him to show me where the gas pipes are inside the house. Sorry ma'am, but I've got to check. I've already checked the outside pipes and got a whiff, but my equipment said the pipes outside were fine. I need to come inside to check."

"Sure." she said moving aside and allowing me in. I shut the door behind me.

The house was neat, too neat for children to be present. Perfect.

"Can you show me where the water heater is?" As she turned to show me I walked by her and brushed against her, reaching out to touch her in a "wrong" place.

"What do you think you are doing?" she gasped.

I reached out and cupped her perfect breast, and groped it to see if I could tell if it was natural or not, earning me a slap to the face. Good. I gave her a hard backhand across her face to stun her. The look on her face told me she now realized she had a serious problem. It was precious.

"I'm calling the police and having your ass arrested!"

I laughed and grabbed her by the hair.

"Your not calling anyone girly-girl," I hissed menacingly. "You don't like me touching you? Too bad, 'cause I'm going to be touching you lots, so get used to it. You are going to get raped, sodomized and mouth fucked. You are mine until I get bored with you."

Then I released her and stepped back. Cat and mouse time -- run princess!

She fell back and began looking about. Look for something to hit me with - a vase, a pan? Of course I'd never let her get to anything, but I love that look on their face as they think of what to do. She was such a delicious little mouse. She runs and I pounce, that's the game.

Finally, she made her decision and jumped towards the telephone. But I'm on her and wrestle her onto the couch and pin her beneath me. Her hands and legs are wildly thrashing. She slaps and kicks at me trying to keep me at bay but she's no match for me. Then we slide onto the floor and soon her hands are held to her sides and I'm sitting on her midsection, her flailing legs ineffective. Tears spring to her eyes as she realizes her helplessness and I lean down to lick them off her face -- so delicious. I reach over and kiss her very roughly on her tightly closed lips. My teeth bruise her lips and her high pitched guttural sounds are magnified as I feel her chest heaving under me. Her breathing is labored under my weight. I inhale her scent deeply into my nostrils. The smell of fear and expensive perfume is intoxicating. I rub my erection against her and whisper in her ear: "You cannot win and you are going to be raped worse than you can imagine." The resulting sobs are pure music to my ears.

I get up and pull her to her feet and she tries to fight again. Go ahead, and I let her land few slaps or kicks. Laughing I punched her hard in the stomach and she dropped. Let her know the power difference. I pull her back to her feet and deliver a few face slaps for humiliation. Now as she's sobbing helplessly and it's time for some stripping. I rip open her blouse and buttons pop. Then I pull it down her back - watching her breasts heaving in her bra.

"These tits are mine." I say while groping them through the bra. "I'm going to leave my marks on them. Then every time your husband sees them for the rest of his life he's going to think of them being mauled and abused by me."

Knocking her around a bit has changed he demeanor greatly.

"Please, stop, please. Don't hurt me. If you stop I'll forget all about this. Nothing will happen. I won't call the police."

She gets her answer as I push her against the wall and my hand slides under her skirt and nears her pussy. Despite clamping her legs tightly together my powerful middle finger finds it way into her panties and penetrates her roughly. I am rewarded with a guttural squeal.

Then my hands reach around the back and pull down the zipper, and let her skirt drop to the floor. She panics and her resistance intensifies once again, futile as it is. I push her to the floor again. It's easier now as she's tangled in her clothes. The struggle continues on the floor as I pull her panties away. She screams and tries to crawl away, but I stand over her and drop her with a foot on her ass, and pull off her shoes.

She continues to struggle thrashing her legs in vain.

Now she's naked except for a shredded blouse and bra. I stand back admiring her waiting to pounce again. Damn she's hot like that looking up at me on her back like that.

Panting in fear and near exhaustion, she asks "Why are you doing this to me? I'm begging you, please stop. I'll give you anything, we have money. Do you want money?"

I just laugh, ignoring her question. "Time for you to show me the bed you share with her husband."

I grab my rape kit and she resists again as she I drag to her feet by her hair, "No! No!, No! God please no!", and forces me to pull her up the stairs roughly. She bangs off the wall, staircase and steps as I hustle her forward and finally throw her onto her king size bed. Flat on her back, her once proud demeanor is now one of fear and exhaustion. She knows she is now oh so close to being raped - sexually violated in her own house, in her own bed. I know she still has some resistance left in her though. Good. I want her to keep her resisting. I want to experience breaking her again and again. She lashes out at me as I lower myself onto her and I let her land a few blows.

I laugh, "Has anyone ever told you that you hit like a girl?"

Rage and humiliation play on her face as she tries to hit me again, but I easily pin both of her wrists above her head. I just laugh and let her exhaust herself with her futile struggles. Now I grab my rape kit and tie one hand, tightly at wrist, and fasten it to the bedpost. She struggles but there is no strength left. She sobs helplessly as she sees her last chance to avoid her fate fading away. Then with renewed strength fueled by desperation she tries one last time to buck me off screaming, but to no avail. The other wrist is treated in the same manner. This proud wife of a loving husband is now tied to her bed, near naked, panting breathlessly, sweating and hysterical.

Time for the rape? Not yet, not nearly. I love an extended session of foreplay. I want her to know she belongs to me first. Every part of her body will be explored as she struggles against the ties that bind her wrists and legs. Yes, her legs will soon be tied wide too.

Now bound properly I begin to kiss her, but she keeps her mouth closed against mine. But she will surrender her mouth to my tongue. I will make her surrender to me, and then resist me again too, as I desire.

I reach out and pull out my first torture device -- clover clamps.

"What are those?"

"Some toys for my pleasure," I answered using a knife to slice upward through the center of her bra. Her tits sprung free. I touched them exploring, then explored them more roughly. She squirmed in protest. They were wonderfully soft and 100% natural. "They are clamps. They get tighter when pulled on. They go on your tits." And so I began massaging one tit and then the other until both nipples were hard and erect. Then I placed a clamp on each of her little knobs. She immediately began to squeal in pain.

"Take them off! They huurt, they huuurt!"

"Will you kiss me?" I asked.

"Please, pleeeaaase take them off!" she squealed struggling against her ropes. It must have hurt bad, because she didn't even seem to notice how the ropes were biting into her wrists and ankles. She was going to have some marks.

"I'll take them of if you kiss me." I said, picking up the chain attaching the clover clamps, and pulling on it steadily watching them tighten on her sensitive nipples.

Now she screamed, "Yes, anything! I'll kiss you!"

I relaxed the chain. "Will you kiss me like you love me?"

"Yes," she sobbed.

"Yes what?" Let her think she was bargaining for something lesser. She'd learn different soon enough.

"Yes, I'll kiss you like I love you."

"You'd better," I warned, removing the clamps. I heard the sharp intake of air as I removed the clamps.

"I should have warned you, it hurts worse for a moment when you take them off. Now kiss me!" I demanded as I planted my lips again on hers. This time her lips parted and her mouth yielded to my invading lounge. I kissed her passionately as she kissed me back. I reached down and massaged her clitoris roughly. She tried to move her mouth away to express her discomfort.

"Kiss me! Unless you prefer the nipple clamps!" I guess my rough touching was preferable to the clamps, because she stopped trying to avoid my mouth and let me kiss her. Small guttural whimpers of pain escaped her as I continued to rub her clit roughly. Good I thought I don't want her enjoying this -- let her surrender a bit though. I'll have her resisting again soon enough.

Then I pulled back and reached into my bag for the ring gag. "Open wide," I instructed.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Something less painful than the nipple clamps," I assured her.

She sort of let me put it in. It took a bit of forcing though as her mouth was smaller than the ring would comfortably fit. But my cock's not tiny and what's the point of having a ring gag my cock won't fit through? After all, the ring gag is for my safety, and not for her comfort. Once in position her look was precious. I could tell she was thinking she might prefer the nipple clamps to this. I grinned at her. Now I got undressed. My boner popped out and I loved the look on her face as she got her first look at my meat. It was hungry for her all right. I leaned over her and steered my cock through the ring gag.

"Lick it and suck it!" I demanded. I was hopping she'd resist and she didn't disappoint. She tried to turn her head away and scream on my cock in protest. It felt heavenly, but I knew how to make it feel better. I got off of her and picked up the nipple clamps. Her eyes got wide and she began to shake her head no making noises of protest.

"You should have thought of that before you decided not to kiss me like you love me -- like you said you would. Or could it be you don't give hubby any head? Well you're going to give me head and swallow it too!"

Damn she really started to scream when I put the nipple clamps back on. I shoved my cock down her throat as soon as I could to shut her up. It felt so good. Now I began to tug on the clamps to increase her pain as I throat fucked her. Her screams vibrated on my cock so well. I loved it. I felt like a maestro playing a fine instrument. I tried to concentrate on being the maestro until I could no longer. I shut my eyes as wave after wave of euphoria washed over me as I blew my first load down her throat. Spent I got off her. Tears and mascara ran down the corners of her eyes. She looked so pitiful. I removed the ring gag and the nipple clams. She gasped at the pain of their removal, but definitely looked relieved.

I went into the bathroom and drank water from the tap. Then I walked back into the bedroom and started looking around. I found a handgun and bullets in hubby's dresser. It was a nice piece. I slipped it all into my bag. Then I went thru the rest of the drawers collecting any jewelry that looked sellable. Nice bit of cash tucked in the drawer too. Cool. Then I found a digital camera. I smiled at her and took some pictures. She closed her eyes and turned away.

"I bet hubby will just love looking at these!" I laughed.

I found her purse and up-ended it, spilling the contents out on the floor. I picked up the wallet and removed her driver's license.

"Sandra? That's your name?" a slight nod. "Born in 1979 -- that makes you what, 27? Nice. You have a killer 'bod Sandra. Drop dead gorgeous. That's why I followed you home you know. Your husband must be nuts leaving you home alone. He's got to know you're rape bait right? Maybe he wants you raped? Ever think of that?"

I don't know if I was getting into her head or not, but I loved thinking I was.

"I think I'll take some more pictures of you for hubby to enjoy. But maybe I don't need too? I bet this place is just wired with surveillance cameras. Hubby just has to know a fine piece of ass like you will get raped someday and I just know he'd want it recorded." She pretended to ignore me, fine.

I looked through the wallet and stuffed the cash into my bag. I intended to take the rock off her finger just before I left too. But I would save that indignity for last. I liked to thoroughly use a woman before I finally stripped her of the symbol that she used to belong to another.

I was ready to get her struggling and resisting again. I reached into my kit and pulled out a dildoe gag. I wanted a long session and didn't want to hear her babbling. Right now I just wanted her struggling. I wanted to hear her gagged screams and enjoy the look of hopelessness on her face. I knew that would get me hard and ready to go again. I still had two more holes to rape.

I forced the dildoe gag into her mouth. A couple of slaps convinced her to open wide. She looked shocked. I guess she thought I was planning to leave already. Funny girl!

Then I began kissing her breasts. Then I bit, pinched, groped and slapped her breasts until they red and bruised, and I bet she wished she didn't have them. I loved how she screamed and struggled under my manipulations. Then the clover clamps went back on and I really used them to get some good gagged screams. I tugged at them to make them good and tight, then fastened a rope to the center of the chain connecting them and attached the rope to the head of the bed and pulled her breasts upwards. She was really twisting and struggling against her bindings then -- screaming really nice into the gag too. Then I got the camera and took some more pictures for hubby to enjoy.

Then I took my flogger from the kit and smiled at her. My first blow landed across her belly. It made a wonderful noise, but that's about it. I really didn't swing it hard enough to hurt. Still she jumped and jerked real hard against her bindings. Then I set to work in earnest and lashed her everywhere below the neck, paying special attention to her wide open pussy and breasts. Pussy lips are always very sensitive, and I got some really good reactions when my blows fell there, but the clover clamps had sensitized her tits real nice too. With every blow were she jerked hard, they tightened more. The resulting gagged screams were just so sexy. A nice series of blows to her tits really had her shuddering with pain. I could tell there were moments she had ceased to think at all -- lost in her reactions to my stimulus. I think she was even more beautiful than ever with her face contorted in pain.

Setting the flogger aside I removed the clamps and gave her a chance to settle down. Once she quieted I removed the gag.

"Immediately she began to beg. "Please, please let me go ….."

The hysteria in her voice just made me want to hurt her more, and my cock was suddenly pulsing with another erection. I reached down and unfastened her legs and climbed on top of her slamming my cock into her as hard as I could. I fucked her frantically, hard and fast. I surrendered myself totally to my lust, not caring if I came quickly or not. If not for the fact I'd cum just a short time ago I would not have been able to last long.

She fit me like a glove of the finest material, but she lay under me like a dead thing, so I grabbed a tit and twisted it hard. She screamed and twisted under me. Good I thought, keep fighting me! I continued hurting her to make her twist under me until I exploded inside of her. I looked down at her. She looked so beautiful sobbing under me.

"Why, why me?" she sobbed? "Why is this happening?"

"Why? Because you are gorgeous and because I can." I smiled.

One more hole to go I thought. Always save the best for last. I grabbed the rope still attached to one of her legs and pulled her leg up over her head and attached it to the headboard where her hand was also fastened. Then I did the same with the other leg. She struggled but to no effect. Men are just stronger. And I love proving it.

Now her ass was nicely exposed. I took the digital camera and got some nice pics of my cum leaking out of her cunt. It was very sexy. Then I began to finger her vaginally and anally, and wiping my fingers on her nose and mouth.

"What do you like better?" I taunted. "My cum mixed with your ass juice or your pussy juice?"

Soon I tired of the game and was ready for something else.

"You have such a nice ass." I said rubbing and gripping it roughly. "Ever had it whipped?"

Her eyes widened in answer to my question.

"Your lucky day, Sandra." Smiling, I reached down and pulled out a riding crop from the kit. "What do you say we lay down some nice pretty welts for hubby to look at? But wait, you'll need to be gagged for this won't you?"

It was fun forcing the dildoe gag back in while she tried to beg me not to hurt her anymore.

"What's the fun in that?" I asked her mockingly.

I loved looking down at her with her eyes pleading over that beautiful ass. That ass was mine, and I was going to mark it. First though I'd take a few more pictures, see if I couldn't capture that look in her eyes. Looking into the viewfinder I realized that yes, I had captured it quite nicely. Then another idea formed as I looked at that lovely white ass. I put down the whip and used my hand

*Whack* Now harder. *whack* She jerked at the ropes and squealed. Two nice red hand-prints appeared. Nice, I thought. I captured the image in the digital camera, then brought it back to view mode, and put it up to her face.

"See that? Isn't it lovely?"

She just looked miserable and I laughed. "Now for that whipping I promised you. I just now you're going to love it!"

*whack* A muffled scream and a nice red welt began to swell across the now fading handprint. *whack* and again *whack*

I worked quickly, pausing occasionally to admire my handiwork and take pictures. I quit when her gagged screams were noticeably fading. No point in going on when she can no longer feel it much. I set down the whip and took up the flogger again and used it on her pussy until it had a nice red swelling glow to match her welted ass. By then we were both covered in sweat, and my cock was growing in size again. I was nearly ready for that last hole. I reached down and took the gag off her and let her pant.

She said nothing. She needed some time to recover so she could appreciate the best pain I had yet to give her. There would be no gag when I fucked her ass. I wanted to hear her begging me to stop the whole time when I did that. I smiled at her in anticipation. Then I reached down and began to massage her clit roughly. She came back to life a bit then and squirmed. Good. I wanted her really resisting when I fucked her asshole.

I climbed up on the bed and positioned my now hardening cock against her pussy lips. I slipped it into her to get it really hard. I'd need it rock hard to penetrate that ass, which I was sure was virgin.

"Ever take a cock up the ass bitch?"

"Oh god! Please, just leave me alone! Haven't you done enough?"

"Nope" I replied. Not yet. Then I pulled my cock from her pussy and placed it against her tight puckered asshole. She began screaming the moment I began pushing it inside.

"Noooo. It hurts!"

"Good." I said driving my cock into her further. Damn, she was painfully tight. I was forced to grit my teeth as I bore into her. But the agony contorting her face fueled my lust and drove any discomfort I was feeling from my mind.

"Please stop! Oh god!" she wailed, "Please stop!"

Damn she was hot pleading like that. I shoved in harder and the head of my cock suddenly popped inside and I slammed myself all the way home.

"Eiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Now I fucked her hard, enjoying every inch pain playing across her face as she whimpered and cried under me. I owned her. Damn it felt good. Once this bitch was so hot and confident, wiggling her ass at the mall, and now she was just fuck meat to be used and enjoyed by ME.

I continued to fuck her hard, using my cock as a weapon of pain, until her cries subsided and each of my thrusts was no longer met with cries of pain, but with grunts of discomfort. Now I could allow myself my orgasm. I leaned over and kissed her, forcing my tongue into her mouth. I let my mouth consume her. My hands were caressing her breasts like a lover and I let my orgasm come. My body shook hard as my hot cum spurted deep in her ass. I let the waves of euphoria wash over me until I was spent. Then I held her until my cock shrank from her anal orifice.

I was exhausted and she lay there sobbing quietly. She was so beautiful like that. There is nothing as sexy as a woman reduced to nothing but fuck-meat and forced to realize it.. I took more pictures of her like that. Damn, I'd intended to leave the camera with the pictures for hubby to find, but I wanted those pictures for myself now. So I stashed the camera in my bag. I could send pictures to him later, I thought while I got dressed.

"Now proud bitch, what do you have to say? I'll leave a note here on the dresser telling dear hubbie how you screamed and fought, and how tight your ass used to be."

Then I reached over and pulled the wedding rings off her finger. The look of utter defeat on her face was priceless. Her acceptance of my ownership was so total she didn't even protest this last outrage.

"Nice rock baby", I taunted. "Its mine now, just like you are."

I left her like that, tied to the bed, her whipped ass fully visible and both holes still leaking my cum. That way dear husband would be able to see the results of my handiwork when he got home.

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