All that’s been on the news lately is details about a man who’s been breaking into the houses of women living alone. Masked, he enters in while they’re asleep and restrains them before making them his toy for the night. Thoughts of this BDSM Bed Raider cloud my mind and I find myself double-checking that my doors are locked before climbing into bed. You never know just what might happen in the dark of night.
I drift off to sleep before I hear a creak from the door. Panic starts to fill me. I keep my eyes closed as I feel my hands and feet get tied to the bedposts. A harsh slap stings across my face and I open my eyes and see him there- The BDSM Bed Raider. He’s all dressed in black with a mask covering his face and holding a bag. I start to squirm in my restraints and start to yell out but it was no use, I was trapped. I hear him maliciously laugh before he grabs the bag and pulls a ball gag out. He shoves the ball in my mouth and I feel him clasp it into place. No one would hear my screams now.
Next, he pulls out a paddle. A thick leather one. He raises my legs up and brings the paddle down, over and over. My ass is red and bruised and I can’t stop crying over the gag, yet I feel myself start to get slightly aroused.
Rough fucking, discipline, and degradation always soaks my panties I have yet to find a man who fully satisfies those needs.
As he rummages through his collection of surprises, I notice his bulge throbbing against the inside of his pants and gulp. Fuck, he’s bigger than any cock I’ve taken before. He finds what he’s looking for and pulls out his next toy. A thick set of anal beads. The terror lessens and I give the BDSM Bed Raider pushes the first small bead in. Small moans betray me, escaping my lips. He keeps pushing more beads in while my muffled moans grow louder.
The BDSM Bedraider has me right where he wants me, tied up, helpless, and soaking wet.
I’m biting down on my gag now, waiting for him to pull each one out…But he doesn’t; instead, he pulls down his pants while I lie there, once again staring at his meaty cock.
Spreading my legs, he takes his finger and it slides right in without any trouble.
“You’re such a dirty slut; you’re wet enough. for me to slide right in” He was right; I am a dirty little slut. Just look at me, I’m sopping wet from taking forced anal beads and just looking at the cock that’ll be brutalizing me. He takes his fat dick and starts pounding into me, repeatedly hitting my cervix, bruising it. The anal beads push in deeper as he fucks me hard into the bed. He’s so rough that I can feel myself breaking and I love every minute the BDSM bed raider gives me I feel myself get closer to the edge, intoxicated by the pain and pleasure.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he rips out the beads and his hot loads shoot deep into me. My eyes roll back at the sudden sensation as my orgasm racks through me. Little did he know, I’m not on any birth control! The BDSM Bed Raider unknowingly turned me into his breeding little slut. I have no complaints, however. He pulls out and grabs everything before removing the ball gag and untying me. He left me breathless and with no energy left to spare, he knows I won’t yell, run away, or fight. Bruised and battered, I drift off to sleep, the feel of his cock still pulsing deep in me.
Then about a week later, I heard a noise… and waited for the Bdsm Bed Raider.
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