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TODAY'S FREE EXTREME RANDOM STORY |
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Rebecca met the Nice Guy and his wife at the grocery store two weeks after she moved into the neighborhood. She found him charming and his wife small and mousy. Although Rebecca was in her late forties, she was tall and leggy. Her leotard she was wearing (she had just finished her evening work out) showed her curves and attributes. She could feel the Nice Guy’s on her as they spoke of work and home. It was an exciting and disturbing at the same time.
As they checked out, the Nice Guy whispered that he worked out of his home. If she like to come by for coffee, he’d love the company. Rebecca smiled and said she might take him up on it. The Nice Guy squeezed Rebecca’s arm. It was an act of a flirt, but that same feeling of unease crept up her back, and then vanished in the wake of the Nice Guy’s smile.
When Rebecca showed up at the Nice Guy’s front door two days later, he smiled at himself. He looked at her through the video screen of his security camera. Rebecca was dressed in a short black dress and heels. She looked great. Well, if the dumb bitch wanted it, he was going to give it to her.
A nervous Rebecca entered the Nice Guy’s home and smiled. She was usually did not chase married men, but there was something about this guy that…intrigued her.
The Nice Guy led Rebecca to stairs that led down to a basement.
“You have a basement?” asked Rebecca.
“I had it built for office space. Almost a second home down there. Come on.”
The Nice Guy started down the stairs and disappeared. A part of Rebecca’s mind began to scream for her to leave. Leave now.
“You coming, Rebecca?” The Nice Guy’s sweet voice overwhelmed her inner doubt and she walked down the stairs.
The stairs opened to a room dominated by chains hanging from the ceiling. Before Rebecca could react, the Nice Guy stepped up from behind her, put his hand over mouth, and a knife to her throat.
“Welcome to my office, Rebecca. Be a good girl and I won’t kill you.”
Rebecca nodded her head as the voice that had warned her not to go down the stairs whispered “I told you so” and disappeared to be replaced by fear.
The Nice Guy grabbed Rebecca by her hair. He pulled her away from him.
“Take off your dress, whore.”
“Please. Let me go…AHHH!”
The Nice Guy let go of Rebecca’s hair, slapped her face, and grabbed her hair again.
“Take…off…the…dress.” The Nice Guy angrily said each word.
Sobbing, Rebecca took off her dress. She had not worn a bra. She was now dressed only in panties, black thigh high stocking and her pumps. The Nice Guy twisted her right nipple. Rebecca cried out in pain.
“Only worthless whores don’t wear bras. I am going to have to punish you for your bad behavior, Rebecca.”
The Nice Guy dragged Rebecca to the middle of the room. He attached leather cuffs to her wrists. Each cuff was trailing a chain.
“Please don’t hurt. Oh God, please don’t. NO!”
As Rebecca begged, the Nice Guy grabbed a pulley chain and pulled on it. Rebecca’s arms were lifted over her head until she was standing on her toes.
“You are hurting me,” cried out Rebecca.
“Good. I told you I was going to punish you.”
The Nice Guy kneeled in front of Rebecca and slid off her pumps. He kissed her right foot and sucked her nylon-covered toes before attaching a leather cuff to the ankle. He did the same to the left foot and ankle.
The Nice Guy used his knife to slice off Rebecca’ panties and then shoved them into her mouth.
“That will keep your whore mouth quiet.” He started to rub Rebecca’s clit. She cried at his touch.
“This is what you wanted, Rebecca: me to fuck you. Well, you are going to get it. Get raped that is.”
The Nice Guy went back to the pulley chain and lowered Rebecca down so her feet touched the ground. Rebecca felt instant relief as the pressure was reduced on her arms.
Then the Nice Guy took the chain attached to her right cuff, ran it through another pulley in the roof, and pulled. Rebecca screamed into her gag as her leg was lifted in the air, above her head. The Nice Guy repeated the process with her left leg.
Rebecca was still screaming as the Nice Guy entered Rebecca’s suspended pussy. He raped her with slow deliberate strokes. He wanted the worthless whore’s pain to last as long as possible; and his pleasure of raping her.
Rebecca suffered. The pain was everywhere. It intensified with every stroke of the Nice Guy’s cock. When the Nice Guy came, the relief that this might be over matched Rebecca’s feelings of fear and shame.
The Nice Guy pulled out of his victim and stepped back.
“I would imagine you want me to let you down, My Whore.”
Rebecca nodded her head vigorously. Yes, yes, she thought. Let me down. Stop the pain.
The Nice Guy took his knife and ran it over her body.
“I could kill you right now, Rebecca. No one would know. You’d just disappear.”
Rebecca shook her head.
“Okay. I am not done playing with you anyway.”
The Nice Guy let down Rebecca’s legs. They collapsed under her, causing extreme pain to her arms.
The Nice Guy went back to the pulley and ratchet down Rebecca’s arms. Rebecca now totally collapsed to the floor.
The Nice Guy unlatched the leather cuffs from Rebecca’s wrists and ankles. He cleared them and the chains away. He pulled Rebecca’s panties out of her mouth.
“Can I go home now. Please let me go.” Rebecca’s voice was subdued. She was pleading for her life.
The Nice Guy gently stroked Rebecca’s hair. He then grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet.
“I am not done playing with you yet, whore.” He dragged Rebecca to the far wall of the basement.
Rebecca saw more leather cuffs attached to the wall.
“NO! PLEASE NO MORE,” begged Rebecca.
The Nice Guy slammed Rebecca face first against the wall. He grabbed her right wrists, pulled it above her head to one of the leather cuffs, and attached it to her wrist. He repeated the process with the left wrist and both ankles until Rebecca was spread eagle against the wall. She sobbed and begged through the entire process. That made the Nice Guy’s cock hard again.
With out another word, he drove his hard cock into a helpless Rebecca’s ass. Rebecca screamed as the Nice Guy raped her ass. He put his hand over her mouth as he pounded her ass.
“You are now a worthless whore, Rebecca,” whispered the Nice Guy in Rebecca’s ear. “This will teach you to chase a married man.”
The Nice Guy came with a hard final thrust into her ass. He took his hand off her mouth and pulled out of her sexy tight ass. Rebecca continued to cry. The Nice Guy took a deep breath, and put his knife to Rebecca’s throat.
“Shut up!”
Rebecca took a deep breath and reduced her sobs to a whimper.
“Now, Rebecca, I could still kill you right now. You know that, right?”
“Yes. Please don’t. I won’t tell anyone you raped me. I promise.”
The Nice Guy smiled, kneeled and unattached the leather cuffs on Rebecca’s ankles. He pulled off her stockings.
“Okay. But if you don’t, I can make you disappear. Understand?”
“Yes. Please let me go home.”
The Nice Guy undid the cuffs on Rebecca’s wrists. She slid down the wall, curled up in the fetal position, and sobbed.
The Nice Guy tossed Rebecca her dress.
“Get dressed. I get to keep the rest of our clothes.”
Rebecca pulled her dress back on. She felt so dirty and empty.
The Nice Guy kissed Rebecca’s cheek. “Thank you for a fun time, Rebecca. Don’t force me to kill you. Just go home, take a shower and forget about all this. Like you promised.”
“I will.” Her voice was as empty as her soul.
The Nice Guy led Rebecca up the stairs and out the door of his house. He watched her stagger home barefoot. He went back downstairs, collected Rebecca’s hose, pumps torn panties, and added them to his trophy trunk. He locked the basement door, fitted dry wall over the door and covered it with a large framed picture. It was not perfect, but his wife kept out of the area.
The Nice Guy had dinner ready by the time his wife returned home.
Rebecca took her shower and moved out of her home within a month. She k ept her promise and never told anyone about her visit to the Nice Guy’s home. |
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