A Caller's Discovery

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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When you wake you realise it is evening from the light or lack of it, that filters into the room through the curtains. You feel a little woozy but not to an upsetting degree. Just not yet fully awake. And you start to think back to previously in the day. To a similar feeling. To an earlier awakening.

You awoke feeling a little woozy as though from a drunken night out or with the onset of a cold. Your arms were on the bed above your head and when you tried to drop them down to rub your eyes you found they were held in place. Or at least held enough that you couldn't drop them to your face. You twisted your head and looked upwards to find them tied together at the wrists and bound to the head of the bed. Immediately you started to try and wrench them free and then you heard footsteps in the hall. And it hit you like a wave knocking you over on the beach. You remembered the doorbell going earlier that morning.

You had washed and shaved everywhere that needed it. You had made yourself up to what you considered your most photogenic because you planned to take a few special pictures for the specialist web sites that you use. You had started trying on some new combinations of outfits and were dressed in a very pretty, dark purple basque, patterned, black hold-up stockings, silky black panties, a long brunette wig and very high heeled black shoes when the doorbell rang. You stopped and may have even held your breath for a moment or two. You were definitely not expecting anyone and it was very unusual for you to receive unexpected callers. You immediately decided to remain silent and let whoever it was just go away. Quietly you continued to check yourself in the mirror, considering whether you had the right look for the photo you'd had in mind when the doorbell went again. Longer and more insistent than before. Someone determined? Or just hopeful, giving it one more try before leaving? Again you decided silence was the best answer. But this time you couldn't resist creeping towards the front door just to listen. And so slowly you tiptoed in high heels through your own home, hoping that when you got there you'd find no noise, nobody there any more and no reason to worry. But at the moment you were closest to the door the bell rang again and you had built the tension so high with your silent creeping that you cried out in shock. Your hand flew to cover your mouth but you realised that whoever was the other side of the door would definitely have heard you and would know there was someone at home.

In your soft, girlish voice you called out, "Who is it? It's really not convenient right now."

A man's voice from the other side of the door said, "I'm just here to read the meter, love. It really won't take two minutes if you'll just let me in."

"The meter's not inside the flat, so..." you called back.

"I know," said the man. "But I also need to get the crosspoint serial number used for the MPRN and MPAN and that is on the entry point of the feeds inside the flat."

"The what?" you said.

"Extra numbers that tie up the meter readings for mutli-tenancy dwellings like this. We don't have to get them every time but every couple of years or so the records need to be kept up to date. I'm sorry if it's a problem."

"Can't you come back another time?" you asked.

"If you insist, then I'll have to. But then it becomes a whole rigmarole for you and for me or whoever the company sends out whereas this will take probably less than a minute if you just let me in. I promise, I'll be as quick as possible. It's a real pain for me if I have to go away and come back again because we're only in this area today and it'll mean a special trip. One minute and I'll be gone."

Unsure but wanting to be rid of the whole thing as quickly as possible you made a quick and bold decision.

"Wait just a second then," you called out. You went back into your room and wrapped a robe round yourself and then you returned and opened the door.

He was an older man, balding, wearing glasses and a fleece jacket with some company logo on the breast. And he was holding a clipboard and some kind of mobile device.

"Thanks," he said. "Show me the kitchen and we'll be done before you know it."

You shut the door and brushed past him to lead him to the kitchen but as you passed you sensed rather than saw him reach towards you and the clipboard and mobile device fell to the floor and in a second he had you in a grasp from behind that pinned your arms to your sides as his other hand reached up towards your face and then something soft and an odd smell and...nothing.

And now you were waking on the bed with your hands tied over your head and someone approaching down the hall. You realised that your shoes had been removed and there was something else - your bum felt slightly cool and damp and you realised that your panties were gone.

He entered the room and saw you were awake and he held up his hands for you to see what they held. In one he held the large carving knife from your kitchen. In the other he held your black silk panties.

"If you try to scream," he said, "I will shove these in your mouth," and he gestured with the panties. "And this in your throat." He waved the knife at you. "If I have to," he said. "So don't scream and it'll all be ok."

You decided not to scream.

"Now you will be wondering what's making you feel groggy and what put you to sleep. Well the truth is you were never truly asleep. Just asleep enough for me to take charge and you not to care. It's ether. So don't light a match!" Then he laughed. Like it was funny! "But you'll be ok so don't worry. No lasting damage at all. Or at least, not from the ether." And again he laughed. It freaked you out a bit when he laughed because it made him seem a bit manic and that worried you. You forced yourself to wake up more fully and concentrate in case an opportunity to escape came up.

"By now you will have worked out that I know your naughty little secret. Imagine my shock! At first I thought I'd have to just use the knife on you anyway." You stared at the knife in fear. "But then I thought that actually, this little discovery just might turn out to be a really good thing. For both of us. Because you can't really report me without your secret becoming common knowledge. And I don't have to use the knife which is always good because I'm really not that kind of guy. Despite what you're probably thinking right now."

He put the panties and the knife on the end of the bed by your feet and as you looked down, you noticed that he had looped dog leads around your ankles. The handles were on your legs and the end of the leads with the clips attached that would normally connect to the collar or chain round the dog's neck were hanging loose on the bed. He started to undress and lay his clothes on the chair at the side of the room.

"Now I hope you're awake enough to take mental notes because these are the rules. And if you break them there will be punishing consequences, do you understand?" You nodded but your mind was whirling, trying to take it all in.

"Good," he said. He kept undressing as he talked. He was topless and shoeless and starting on his trousers. "Rule one is no screaming but we've covered that. Rule two is about struggling. If you try to free your hands - or your feet if I tie them - then I will hurt you and it will not be nice. If you lay still like a dead piece of meat I will hurt you and it will be nasty even though you're not struggling. See I'm gonna fuck you and probably more than that and I expect you to join in. I'm not saying you have to enjoy it," and he smiled at you, "But you have to try! Or at least pretend because that way it's nicer for me. But don't fake it like a bad whore, ok? Don't insult my intelligence that way. Or I will be angry and you will get hurt."

By now he was naked. His cock, although not large was very hard and clearly excited.

"Does your ass feel a little wet?" he asked. You nodded. "That was me," he said. "Let me show you what happened." He lifted your legs and twisted your body and you rolled over onto your front. You then felt your legs being pulled wide apart and he did something that tied them in place with the dog leads.

"See, once I discovered you were a special kind of girl and there was no obvious pussy for me to eat I wasn't sure what to do. But then I thought, well, what the Hell! You looked good enough to eat, just in a different way. So I had a little taste!"

And with that you felt him prise your cheeks apart and then felt his face push between them and start to lick your hole. While his tongue probed and flicked at your sensitive entrance you tried to think of a way out of it but you couldn't free your hands or your feet and you couldn't quite get the knife out of your mind. And worst of all you could feel your girly cock starting to grow hard and fat and despite yourself, you were enjoying his face against you and his tongue inside you.

"I think that's wet enough, don't you?" He lifted himself from your ass and knelt on the bed with his hands on your ass cheeks. "You have a gorgeous ass by the way," he said. "Although I expect as you're a different kind of girl, you'd like to think of having a sweet pussy maybe? Is that right, baby? Am I sliding my cock into your ass or your pussy?" And as he asked the question he positioned his cock against the wet entrance and pushed, firmly but not harshly. And it popped inside without too much resistance at all and you gasped. Because of shock? Because of discomfort? Or because of pleasure? You weren't sure and didn't have time to consider it because he started to fuck you now. Long smooth strokes and his hands upon your cheeks, squeezing and stroking. And then he laid his body down on yours and began kissing you. Your shoulders and your neck and your back. And all the time fucking you deep and smooth and a non-stop and steady rhythm.

And you felt your girly cock hard against the bed but twisted slightly beneath you and you lifted your hips to free yourself and allow your cock some freedom to stretch out beneath you and two things happened. First, your cock felt huge and very happy as it straightened out against your stomach and the bed. And the other thing was that lifting your hips meant you were pushing against him as he fucked you and you were fucking him in return. And it felt good so you squeezed your muscles on his cock and lifted your hips so that you thrust back against him. And his hands went from your cheeks to your waist and he lifted himself back onto his knees and lifted your hips up with him and you rose to your knees beneath him and felt the leads on your ankles tighten and strain against you but even that felt exciting now that you were joining in and fucking him despite your restraints. Or maybe because of your restraints. But you didn't care why right now. You just wanted to feel him against you and deep inside you.

"I took a chance with you, slut," he said as he continued to thrust in and out, evenly and steadily but a little harder and a little faster than before. "I don't like to wear a condom unless I feel I have to and with you I felt I could take that chance. Which is probably stupid but you just seemed clean. And you certainly tasted clean. And now I'm inside you I'm glad I've got you raw because, girl I'm gonna come inside you and fill you up with my red hot spunk and that is gonna make me feel good."

And despite yourself you couldn't help but agree and moan out, "Oh God. Please."

"Oh, you dirty, fucking whore," he said. "You're getting every fucking drop inside you!" And he thrust harder than before and cried out as his body stiffened and his grip on your waist tightened and his cock started jerking inside you and pumping out streams of hot cum and you felt it spill and gather inside you and you cried out yourself in soft moans because you were so happy even though you knew you shouldn't be. He kept thrusting for ages, making sure he spilled every drop inside you. And only when his cock had started to soften and it felt like there was no more cum left to release did he slip out from inside you. He released your feet and rolled you over onto your back. You felt his cum trickle down inside you towards your hole and you waited for the wet feeling you'd get as it leaked out and formed a small pool beneath your ass. He tied your ankles back wide and tight but now the other way round and he crawled up your body.

With his face inches from yours he said, "Rule three. If you use your teeth in anyway that's not pleasurable for me I will use the knife." And then he kissed you and your tongue searched for his and you kissed him back. Your arms strained for release but not to attack him or to escape but to hold him against you and embrace him. For the moment it was all too easy to forget he was an intruder or an attacker or a rapist. Right now he was your lover and you wanted him! Then he slid even further up your body and slipped his softening, sticky cock into your mouth and you happily licked and sucked until it was clean. And you felt real pride when you managed to get another spasm or two of joy from him as just a few more drops of cum were drawn out from him by your hungry skills.

He removed himself from your mouth and lifted himself to one side of you but remained on the bed. His hand went round your cock and stroked until you were as hard as before.

"This is a new thrill for me," he said. "I've never made a girl come through her cock before!" And as he stroked you he leant down and flicked his tongue across the fat and swollen head of your beautiful girly cock. He rested his head against your stomach and kissed your skin, all the time stroking your clit and you could feel yourself growing closer and you arched your back and pushed yourself into his grip and he responded with faster strokes until you cried out in another moan of joy and release and the first spurt of thick cream jetted out onto your belly, just by his face. But he didn't recoil or drop you like you might have thought he might. Instead he changed the angle of your cock and gripped your heavy balls with his other hand and when the next spurt came he caught it on his tongue and then wrapped his mouth around your cumming cock and stroked you into his mouth, milking your balls at the same time. Your hands gripped themselves as though in prayer and your body twisted against the ties that bound you by hands and feet as you came again into his mouth and felt his tongue lick each drop from your jerking cock.

And then he lifted his head from your cock and although he never let go and he continued to stroke you past the point of having any more cum to spill, he slid himself round and up so that his face was next to yours again and he kissed you and you could feel and taste as he spilled some of your own cream, still warm, from his tongue onto yours. And again you longed to be able to hold him in your arms. You cried out to be released, not only from the ties around your wrists and ankles but from his grip upon your cock because he would not stop stroking. Even though he had slowed and his grip was a little lighter he continued to stroke you and it was almost unbearable and somehow that made it wonderful. Like those feelings of sex that live in the land between pain and pleasure, between fear and excitement, this was delicious and yet you needed it to stop so you could relax and enjoy what had already happened.

And eventually he did stop. And he released your cock and lifted himself from the bed.

When he was dressed he explained that before he left he was going to use the ether on you one last time and that when you awoke he would be gone and there would be a pair of scissors within reaching distance that you could use to cut your hands free.

And now here you were. The evening had fallen and you were alone. The scissors were by your hands above your head. But instead of immediately freeing yourself you shut your eyes, laid back, felt the sticky pool beneath the cheeks of your ass and remembered the events of the day and felt more alive than you had in months. And your beautiful girly cock was like the hard branch of a tree against your stomach!

Later, when you freed yourself, you discovered a note left with your panties that said "I know your secret and you know mine. Sharing can be beautiful, can't it?"