The woman in the window

Note: This story contains elements of Non-Consensual acts

I pulled the curtain across the window, not closing it completely.  Feeling that little thrill course through me as I slipped out of my dress and unhooked my bra in front of the still exposed section.

My boyfriend, Steve’s voice played in my head, “Would you stop getting undressed in front of the window.”

I always reminded him that none of the other houses overlooked that window and there was never anyone out in the street at that time.

He would inevitably roll his eyes and laugh, but not unkindly, at me – maybe playfully throwing a pillow in my direction!

But tonight, he wasn’t due home till much later and so I enjoyed my naughty thrill alone.  Then I finished drawing the curtains and pulled on my little silk pyjama vest and shorts.

It was a warm night; I left the window open at the back so I could enjoy the breeze a little.  I slid under the covers and pulled on my eye mask, and soon I started to doze off.

Suddenly I awoke.  I thought I heard a noise.  But it wasn’t Steve’s key in the door.  I listened.  Nothing.  I held my breathe and listened again.  Nothing.  I told myself to stop being silly and I snuggled deeper under the duvet, letting sleep wash over me again.

Then I heard another sound, closer this time, no mistaking it now.  A wave of cold fear rushed through me, and I tugged the cover from my eyes.  That one glimpse told me everything I needed to know.  I opened my mouth to cry out as the tall dark figure closed the gap towards me.  His hand muffling me as it pressed against my mouth.  The strip of tape in his palm sealing my lips and enforcing my silence.

My big blue eyes wide as I stared up at him, my eyes pleading with him.  He pulled the eye mask back down and applied more tape, robbing me of my sight as well.

I started to fight back.  I couldn’t see him, but I could sense every imposing inch of his body.  My arms start to claw at him, I kicked out with my legs.  He easily overpowered me and rolled me onto my front, pinning me there as he pulled my arms behind me.  More of the damn tape tying my wrists together.

He flipped me onto my back again.  Ignoring my flailing legs, I felt him move to sit across my stomach, his legs straddled either side of my waist.

My body stilled, but my breathing came hard and fast, audible in the relative quiet of the room.  I felt so conscious of his control over me, yet I continued to squirm and kick out beneath him.

His hand grabbed at my hair, holding my head still and pulling my chin upwards.  I felt a strip of cold metal against the exposed flesh of my throat.  I wanted to pull away, but I did not dare move.

“That’s better,” he hissed.  “You stop fighting and do exactly as I say, and I won’t have to cut that pretty face of yours!”

I felt a wave of cold panic race through me.

“You know I watch you every night,” he continued.  “I sit in my van opposite and see you in the window.”

His hand moved and he brought the knife to the top of my pyjama vest.  He pulled the material taut and started to slice through it.  The material fell open.  I wished I could wrap my arms across me to hide my nakedness.  My breasts were completely exposed before him.

Two fingers of his right hand pinched at my nipple.  His grip strong.  A flicker of pain rushing through me.

“I see these big tits every night.  I’ve been wanting to get my hands on them,” he growled.

His other hand joined in, mauling, and groping at the soft flesh of my breasts.  Grabbing at my nipples, pulling, and twisting them.  I moaned into the tape.

“It makes me so cross at you for making me hard every night.”

He paused and his hands moved behind him, starting to grab roughly at my inner thighs.  “Some evenings I see you walking home in those tight jeans or short skirts.  I have to stroke my cock because of you, imagining what these thighs feel like.”  I winced as he pawed at me, groping and pinching.

“I hate that I have to stroke my cock because of you!”

His sentence was punctuated with the sound of him spitting and I felt the wet liquid splatter my breasts and face.

I flinched and heard him laugh in return.  “You don’t like that do you,” he chuckled.

With that, he climbed off me and I heard him moving around the bed.  My heart was racing, wondering what would happen next.

One of his big hands closed in on my hair and he dragged me across the bed.  I whimpered but my sounds were lost, and I was powerless to do anything else.  He pulled me to the position he wanted, my head hanging off the edge of the bed.

I felt the cold of the knife press against my neck again.  “I am going to take the tape off your mouth.  But not a sound from you.  And make sure your mouth is obedient and does exactly what I say.  Do you understand?”

I nodded my acquiescence.

“Good girl.”

His hands jerked at the tape, tugging painfully at my skin as he pulled it away.  I gulped at the fresh air.

“Open wide little girl,” he cooed ominously.  I wanted to resist but did not dare with the knife against my throat.

I opened my mouth for him.  He smeared his cock across my face.  I could feel the trail of pre-cum he left.  I could smell the scent of him.  I felt a wave of humiliation flood through me.

I heard him spit again and felt his saliva splatter across my mouth.  I knew he was watching me as I fought not to gag.

“I want it nice and juicy in there,” he exclaimed as the thick head of his cock pushed into my mouth.  He pushed in deeper, his cock hitting the back of my mouth, trying to push into my throat.

“Come on, say ahhh,” he groaned.  “I want to get deeper.”

I felt his hand tighten in my hair, pulling my head further back.  He pulled out of my mouth and spat again.  I felt a thick ball of his saliva hit the back of my throat and this time I could not help but gag.  And as a gagged, he seized his opportunity.  He thrust hard and fast back into my mouth, using my moment of gagging to let him push into my throat.

His balls slapped against my chin as he thrust in my throat.  I could feel myself gagging harder, starting to choke around his cock as I fought for air.  He pulled out briefly and let me gasp for breath, before pushing straight back in.  His hand controlling my head as he fucked my throat. 

I could tell he was getting close, I could taste his pre-cum starting to flow.  Then with a frustrated groan he pulled out.  I was glad of the relief for my aching throat.  But then his words sent a shiver through me.  “I don’t want to spill my cum when I have only used one hole so far.”

“No,” I whimpered.  I could feel the panic rising up inside me.  “Please no,” I begged.

I heard the rip of the tape and once again he sealed my mouth, locking all my pleas inside me.

His hands ran down over my body.  My breasts sore and sensitive from his hands mauling at them earlier.  His hands reached my thighs.  I squeezed them together, my last element of resistance.

He grabbed at my thighs, pulling them apart.  I tried to twist my hips away.  I tried to keep my legs closed.  I tried to kick out at him with my lower leg.

“For fuck’s sake,” he hissed in annoyance.  I kicked again and felt my foot impact hard against him.  He swore once more.

“Fine.  If you can’t stay still….,” his voice trailed off and his hands lifted my ankle.  I could feel him wrapping the tape around it over and over, then he jerked hard at my leg, pulling it wide and then connecting the other end of the tape to one of the bed posts.

He pulled at my other ankle and repeated the process. I was so completely restrained and exposed before him.

“Much better,” he sighed.

I felt his weight on the bed as he moved towards me.

Then the unmistakable feel of his fingers pressing against my pussy.  My pussy lips were pulled apart in my current position, leaving me fully open to him.  He pushed two fingers roughly into me.

“Christ,” he hissed.  “For someone resisting this so much, you have a very wet cunt.”

I hated his every word, yet I could not still the throbbing between my legs.

He shifted position again, kneeling between my legs.  My body tensed; I knew what was coming.

The tip of his cock bumped against my pussy as he positioned himself.  I cried out against the tape, begging him not to.  The head of his cock stretched my opening as he started to push into me.

My muscles tightened against him.  I could hear his frustration as he struggled to push deeper.

His open palm landed sharply across my face.  The shock and the pain buffeting me.  My muscles released and he pushed his thick cock deep inside me.  His hands moved to my breasts, grabbing at them as he started to thrust in and out of me.

He felt so big inside me.  His cock forcing me to stretch around him.  Filling me so completely.  Every thrust felt like he was getting deeper inside me.

There was nothing I could do but take it.

I heard his breathing quicken.  His thrusts became faster.  His hands grabbed at my flesh more wildly.

Then his groans became more animalistic, and I felt his hips shudder as he released a first rope of cum inside me.

Then he pulled back and let himself release again.  This time coating my stomach and breasts with his thick cum.

His body stilled.  He wiped the last of the sticky mess off the tip of his softening cock and into my trimmed pubic hair.  Then he climbed off me.

I sensed his eyes still on me.  “Look at the state of you.  Is this what you wanted when you flaunted yourself at me from the window?”  Then I heard him walk from the room and listened as he left the house.

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The minutes past slowly as I lay there, shivering, sobbing, aching but unable to move.  Finally, I heard Steve’s key in the lock.

I tried to call out to him, but my cries were so muffled. 

I heard him downstairs; it sounded like he was pouring himself a whiskey over ice, the cubes clinking against the glass.

Then his familiar tread on the stairs.

Finally, entering our bedroom.  His gasp of shock.  Him rushing towards me.  His reassuring words.

He stroked at my hair as he carefully prised the tape from over the mask and lifted it to free my eyes.  I blinked at the light.  I stared back at him as he started to work on the tape across my mouth.  I was desperate to have it off, but he worked slowly and carefully, not wanting to hurt me further.

As the tape came off, my words fell from my mouth, a jumble of explanations and emotions.  His hands and his words working to soothe me.

When I finally paused, he looked deep into my eyes.  “That man has left you in such a mess.” 

I saw the glint in his eye.

I nodded.

He left the restraints on my wrists and ankles.

“Look at his spit and cum all over you.”

He brought his face to mine and gently started to lick the spit from my face.

His tenderness the perfect antidote to the earlier roughness.

He moved lower, lapping the cum from my breasts and stomach.

I remembered when he has first whispered to me about his fantasy of having to clean another man’s cum from all over his girlfriend’s body.

I could feel his cock growing harder as it brushed against my body.

I moaned softly as his tongue teased the cum from my pussy lips.

I had then told him about my fantasy of him pretending to be a stranger and using me against my will.

He had indulged my fantasy, and now it was time to enjoy his.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to use my tongue inside you to fully clean up all his cum,” he proclaimed wolfishly.

And as his tongue entered me, I came undone with wave after wave of sweet orgasms.