This is another story series I've been writing, and I have been experimenting (somewhat unintentionally) with a different writing style. Well, perhaps not a different writing style, but a different story layout, I suppose. This was not written in a traditional linear timeline, but instead jumps around. It came about from some chats with a member on another site, and so far has a total of 4 chapters. As with my other stories, if people enjoy it, I'll keep posting.
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Nighttime Invader
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Amy relaxed as the warm water ran over her body. She had hoped Dave would be back in time for dinner and some fun before bed, but sadly his business meeting took longer than expected, and he wouldn’t be home until much later. Still, it was the price that had to be paid for his success, and since he worked from home most of the time, it wasn’t a very big price to pay.
Her shower finished, she got out and dried off in front of the mirror, and spent some time rubbing cocoa butter over her four month pregnant belly. She was definitely showing, and if their sons were any guide, their daughter was going to be big too. Chris had been just over ten pounds when he was born nearly a week after his due date, their second son James had been almost as big, and the doctor had told them that their daughter looked to be only an ounce or two behind her brothers at the same point in their gestations at yesterday’s check-up. Amy was thrilled at that news since she had loved being so pregnant, and she loved the attention Dave gave her as her belly grew.
Her evening routine done, she left the bathroom to go to bed. Without warning, her vision went black and she felt powerful arms wrap around her, one hand covering her mouth and silencing her scream, the other hand grabbing her arms to prevent her from fighting back. Amy panicked, feeling her assailant push her onto the bed. She was too shocked to do anything but hyperventilate for a minute, but then she felt a new wave of panic wash over her as she felt a pair of handcuffs click shut over her wrist.
She tried to fight back, but whoever her attacker was, he was too strong and quickly had both hands handcuffed in front of her. He then rolled her over onto her belly and straddled her shoulders, pinning her arms to the bed with his legs and preventing her from moving at all. It was an odd position to be in, and Amy was definitely uncomfortable, but it didn’t hurt.
Suddenly she realized this was eerily familiar; Dave was a martial artist, and he was definitely full of surprises, always coming up with new and exciting ideas for sex. She even smiled a bit as she started putting pieces together.
“Don’t you dare scream, bitch, or you’ll regret it...” her attacker growled in her ear as he loosed his hand covering her mouth a bit.
Amy’s blood ran cold; the voice didn’t sound at all like Dave. Frozen in fear, she didn’t resist as the man removed his hand and quickly forced a large ball gag into her mouth and fastened the strap behind her head, keeping her from making any loud noises. The man then pulled her arms over her head and fastened the cuffs to something that prevented her from moving her arms.
This brought the fight back to her, and Amy struggled against her restraints, but found that whatever the restraints were, they were too strong for her to break. She started to cry as she felt her legs being spread wide. She tried kicking her attacker, but he quickly overpowered her and used leg cuffs to secure her legs. Dave had used leg cuffs on her before, maybe her attacker had found those.
She felt her robe being unwrapped from her body, and jumped when she felt him start rubbing her clit. She was surprised to feel him being very gentle, and as much as she hated it, she started feeling her body respond to his handling as he rubbed all the spots she loved Dave to rub.
After just a couple of minutes, Amy felt herself start to get wet, and soon after she started moaning involuntarily. Despite her rape fantasies, she didn't want it to actually happen. It was one reason she and Dave had gotten the alarm.
The alarm! Amy realized with a start that it had never gone off. How had he gotten past it? Being a techie, Dave had added some extra features to the alarm for fun. Unless he already had access...
The boys were too young to use the alarm, and only a few relatives and a couple of very close friends had access. Which only left Dave. She gasped at the realization that it had to be him, and had a mini orgasm at the thought that he had set this all up for her. She hear him whisper in her ear, "Better stay quiet, bitch," as he loosened the gag.
Now her mind was reeling. The sensations she was feeling was just like what she felt with Dave, and she couldn't think of anyone else who would disable the alarm to sneak up on her. Yet the voice just couldn't belong to Dave, it was far too guttural, like the voice of Satan from a horror movie.
These thoughts crashed through Amy, and the excitement, the uncertainty and her attacker's ministrations caused her to reach her peak. She screamed involuntarily as she came hard, lights flashing in front of her eyes despite the hood that still covered her head and all the muscles of her body convulsing violently against her restraints.
As soon as he heard her scream, her attacker grabbed her throat and squeezed, and Amy quickly started to feel lightheaded as her scream was physically choked off. "I told you not to scream, bitch. Do it again and I'll hurt you."
Amy tasted blood as she bit her tongue to force herself to stay silent. Dave had never choked her like that and although they often got rough in bed, he'd never threatened to hurt her. She could do nothing but sob, though whether it was from fear, pleasure, confusion or some mixture of all three, she didn't know.
She couldn’t do anything but shudder in forced pleasure, still confused about exactly who was making her feel this good against her wishes. She kept squirming as he kept stimulating her, and the attention her super sensitive clit was getting was sending jolts of pleasure mixed with pain throughout her body. Then her unknown assailant thrust two fingers deep inside her by now very wet pussy, and squeezed her G-spot and clit between her widening pelvis with his fingers, forcing her right back into another massive orgasm with virtually no recovery from the first.
Her entire body again went into convulsions as she strained against the restraints. Fearful of what her attacker might do, she again bite her tongue as she used a herculean effort to stay quiet. This only seemed to make her orgasm seem to be longer and more intense, and it felt to her like she might bite her tongue in half from the effort of staying silent.
When her orgasm was finally over, she slumped on the bed, spent. She felt her swelling breasts and growing belly pushing into the bed in an uncomfortable fashion, but was unable to summon the energy to do anything but moan softly. The unknown assailant had other ideas, however, as he lifted her hips, and placed his legs under hers in what felt to Amy like the kneeling position. He rubbed the tip of his cock, which she could feel was bare, causing small squeaks from her each time he rubbed her tingling clit. After just a moment of this, her attacker had enough teasing and thrust his hard cock in to the hilt in one thrust.
Amy groaned, feeling a very familiar sense of being filled, but she was too far gone to care, no longer sure if this was her fantasy brought to life or a very real assault. Each thrust caused her to rise ever closer towards her third orgasm. He was thrusting forcefully into her, but as pleasurable as it felt, she knew she would not cum again from just that, not after the two huge orgasms she had just been through.
Then, her assailant reached up, removing her hood and stroking her hair. Soon, he moved lower, and began caressing her rounded belly and her sensitive nipples, teasing them gently. Almost immediately this had the desired effect, as Amy was suddenly right on the edge of cumming again, and she knew that anything else would send her over the edge.
She didn’t have long to wait, as she felt him lean over and bite the side of her neck. She came massively as she felt this, her nipples being tweaked hard and feeling the hot breath of the unknown man wash over her neck.
“I’M CUMMMMMING!!!” Amy screeched involuntarily, unable to control her vocal cords any longer. In response, her attacker forced her head and chest hard into the pillows on her bed, effectively muffling her screams of primal pleasure and crushing her large, pillowy breasts against his hands as she rode out her monster orgasm. So caught up was she that she barely felt when his cock swelled up inside her and began squirting his cum deep inside her body.
She had almost passed out from the most intense orgasm of her life, so Amy was barely cognizant of her bonds being removed and her limp body being rolled to the side. She felt the attacker’s arms around her, and as she grasped his hand instinctively, she recognized the distinctive feel of Dave’s wedding band, which matched the engraved wedding band she herself was wearing on her left hand.
“Daddy, what are you doing to Mommy?” came a small voice at the foot of the bed. She recognized it as the voice of Chris, their inquisitive three year old son, but she was too comatose to do anything about it.
Then she felt the bed shift as the hand she had been holding vanished, and heard the door close. Dozing off, she simply smiled as she felt the bed shift again a few minutes later, and she felt familiar, protective arms wrap around her as she slipped off to sleep.
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Nighttime Invader
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Amy relaxed as the warm water ran over her body. She had hoped Dave would be back in time for dinner and some fun before bed, but sadly his business meeting took longer than expected, and he wouldn’t be home until much later. Still, it was the price that had to be paid for his success, and since he worked from home most of the time, it wasn’t a very big price to pay.
Her shower finished, she got out and dried off in front of the mirror, and spent some time rubbing cocoa butter over her four month pregnant belly. She was definitely showing, and if their sons were any guide, their daughter was going to be big too. Chris had been just over ten pounds when he was born nearly a week after his due date, their second son James had been almost as big, and the doctor had told them that their daughter looked to be only an ounce or two behind her brothers at the same point in their gestations at yesterday’s check-up. Amy was thrilled at that news since she had loved being so pregnant, and she loved the attention Dave gave her as her belly grew.
Her evening routine done, she left the bathroom to go to bed. Without warning, her vision went black and she felt powerful arms wrap around her, one hand covering her mouth and silencing her scream, the other hand grabbing her arms to prevent her from fighting back. Amy panicked, feeling her assailant push her onto the bed. She was too shocked to do anything but hyperventilate for a minute, but then she felt a new wave of panic wash over her as she felt a pair of handcuffs click shut over her wrist.
She tried to fight back, but whoever her attacker was, he was too strong and quickly had both hands handcuffed in front of her. He then rolled her over onto her belly and straddled her shoulders, pinning her arms to the bed with his legs and preventing her from moving at all. It was an odd position to be in, and Amy was definitely uncomfortable, but it didn’t hurt.
Suddenly she realized this was eerily familiar; Dave was a martial artist, and he was definitely full of surprises, always coming up with new and exciting ideas for sex. She even smiled a bit as she started putting pieces together.
“Don’t you dare scream, bitch, or you’ll regret it...” her attacker growled in her ear as he loosed his hand covering her mouth a bit.
Amy’s blood ran cold; the voice didn’t sound at all like Dave. Frozen in fear, she didn’t resist as the man removed his hand and quickly forced a large ball gag into her mouth and fastened the strap behind her head, keeping her from making any loud noises. The man then pulled her arms over her head and fastened the cuffs to something that prevented her from moving her arms.
This brought the fight back to her, and Amy struggled against her restraints, but found that whatever the restraints were, they were too strong for her to break. She started to cry as she felt her legs being spread wide. She tried kicking her attacker, but he quickly overpowered her and used leg cuffs to secure her legs. Dave had used leg cuffs on her before, maybe her attacker had found those.
She felt her robe being unwrapped from her body, and jumped when she felt him start rubbing her clit. She was surprised to feel him being very gentle, and as much as she hated it, she started feeling her body respond to his handling as he rubbed all the spots she loved Dave to rub.
After just a couple of minutes, Amy felt herself start to get wet, and soon after she started moaning involuntarily. Despite her rape fantasies, she didn't want it to actually happen. It was one reason she and Dave had gotten the alarm.
The alarm! Amy realized with a start that it had never gone off. How had he gotten past it? Being a techie, Dave had added some extra features to the alarm for fun. Unless he already had access...
The boys were too young to use the alarm, and only a few relatives and a couple of very close friends had access. Which only left Dave. She gasped at the realization that it had to be him, and had a mini orgasm at the thought that he had set this all up for her. She hear him whisper in her ear, "Better stay quiet, bitch," as he loosened the gag.
Now her mind was reeling. The sensations she was feeling was just like what she felt with Dave, and she couldn't think of anyone else who would disable the alarm to sneak up on her. Yet the voice just couldn't belong to Dave, it was far too guttural, like the voice of Satan from a horror movie.
These thoughts crashed through Amy, and the excitement, the uncertainty and her attacker's ministrations caused her to reach her peak. She screamed involuntarily as she came hard, lights flashing in front of her eyes despite the hood that still covered her head and all the muscles of her body convulsing violently against her restraints.
As soon as he heard her scream, her attacker grabbed her throat and squeezed, and Amy quickly started to feel lightheaded as her scream was physically choked off. "I told you not to scream, bitch. Do it again and I'll hurt you."
Amy tasted blood as she bit her tongue to force herself to stay silent. Dave had never choked her like that and although they often got rough in bed, he'd never threatened to hurt her. She could do nothing but sob, though whether it was from fear, pleasure, confusion or some mixture of all three, she didn't know.
She couldn’t do anything but shudder in forced pleasure, still confused about exactly who was making her feel this good against her wishes. She kept squirming as he kept stimulating her, and the attention her super sensitive clit was getting was sending jolts of pleasure mixed with pain throughout her body. Then her unknown assailant thrust two fingers deep inside her by now very wet pussy, and squeezed her G-spot and clit between her widening pelvis with his fingers, forcing her right back into another massive orgasm with virtually no recovery from the first.
Her entire body again went into convulsions as she strained against the restraints. Fearful of what her attacker might do, she again bite her tongue as she used a herculean effort to stay quiet. This only seemed to make her orgasm seem to be longer and more intense, and it felt to her like she might bite her tongue in half from the effort of staying silent.
When her orgasm was finally over, she slumped on the bed, spent. She felt her swelling breasts and growing belly pushing into the bed in an uncomfortable fashion, but was unable to summon the energy to do anything but moan softly. The unknown assailant had other ideas, however, as he lifted her hips, and placed his legs under hers in what felt to Amy like the kneeling position. He rubbed the tip of his cock, which she could feel was bare, causing small squeaks from her each time he rubbed her tingling clit. After just a moment of this, her attacker had enough teasing and thrust his hard cock in to the hilt in one thrust.
Amy groaned, feeling a very familiar sense of being filled, but she was too far gone to care, no longer sure if this was her fantasy brought to life or a very real assault. Each thrust caused her to rise ever closer towards her third orgasm. He was thrusting forcefully into her, but as pleasurable as it felt, she knew she would not cum again from just that, not after the two huge orgasms she had just been through.
Then, her assailant reached up, removing her hood and stroking her hair. Soon, he moved lower, and began caressing her rounded belly and her sensitive nipples, teasing them gently. Almost immediately this had the desired effect, as Amy was suddenly right on the edge of cumming again, and she knew that anything else would send her over the edge.
She didn’t have long to wait, as she felt him lean over and bite the side of her neck. She came massively as she felt this, her nipples being tweaked hard and feeling the hot breath of the unknown man wash over her neck.
“I’M CUMMMMMING!!!” Amy screeched involuntarily, unable to control her vocal cords any longer. In response, her attacker forced her head and chest hard into the pillows on her bed, effectively muffling her screams of primal pleasure and crushing her large, pillowy breasts against his hands as she rode out her monster orgasm. So caught up was she that she barely felt when his cock swelled up inside her and began squirting his cum deep inside her body.
She had almost passed out from the most intense orgasm of her life, so Amy was barely cognizant of her bonds being removed and her limp body being rolled to the side. She felt the attacker’s arms around her, and as she grasped his hand instinctively, she recognized the distinctive feel of Dave’s wedding band, which matched the engraved wedding band she herself was wearing on her left hand.
“Daddy, what are you doing to Mommy?” came a small voice at the foot of the bed. She recognized it as the voice of Chris, their inquisitive three year old son, but she was too comatose to do anything about it.
Then she felt the bed shift as the hand she had been holding vanished, and heard the door close. Dozing off, she simply smiled as she felt the bed shift again a few minutes later, and she felt familiar, protective arms wrap around her as she slipped off to sleep.
