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Subject: {ASSM} The Intruder {Kindly Uncle Larry} (MF reluc bd)
Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2001 19:10:02 -0500
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"The Intruder"

   by Kindly Uncle Larry (c) November 2000 


   He watched her from the bedroom while she masturbated in
the big recliner. He had cut through the screen window and
entered her house while she was taking a bath. He had
debated whether to take her while she was in the bathroom,
but had decided to wait.

   She had put out a short skirt and a thin sweater on the
bed. He had stalked her for a couple of weeks and knew she
usually went to a singles bar this night of the week. Well,
she wouldn't need that tonight.

   She had come out of the bathroom in a robe and sat down
in the big recliner to listen to classical music. She wore a
big flannel robe with white bra and panties underneath it -
a fact that became obvious after she had closed her eyes and
slipped her hand down between her legs through the open robe
and down into the panties. She moved her hand slowly at
first, in time with the string quartet, then gradually
faster and faster. As she became more aroused, he could see
her mouth open and her tongue protrude to lick her lips. He
wondered if she were tasting some imaginary cock with it.

   He could see her breathing become heavier, and her body
began to tense with the thrusts of her hand. The robe fell
free now, exposing a very nice set of breasts, the nipples
showing through the thin bra, hard and dark pink. He felt
his cock get harder as she reached her peak, her body
arching up and a small groan escaping her lips. She stayed
that way for a few seconds, then relaxed back into the chair
with a sigh.

   He crossed the room, blessing the thick carpeting that
muffled his approach. He decided to scare her quickly and
thoroughly, to avoid any chance she might try to run or
scream. He always tried hard not to hurt his prey, thinking
of himself as a 'catch and release' sportsman/rapist who
only sampled the pleasures afforded by beautiful women. Only
a few times had they tried to hurt him or escape before he
released them, and he had been forced to use stronger
measures to get what he needed. He tried not to think about
those times.

   He placed his left hand over her mouth, and her arms
came up reflexively as if to shield her breasts from him.
Her eyes jerked open, and as they did he slowly flipped the
straight razor out of its holder and extended it like a
barber about to shave her. He waited until she stopped
struggling and focused on the razor. He had found that the
sight of a straight razor inspired even more fear than a
regular knife, and he used one all the time now even though
they made such a mess if he actually had to cut with them.

   "Listen very carefully to me," he said. "If you try to
struggle or make any noise I'll use this to cut your throat.
You'll flop around for a few minutes and then you'll die,
but you'll still be warm enough to fuck, which is all I
want. If you cooperate, I won't hurt you. Do you understand
me?"

   She nodded yes. "Do you believe me?" he said. Again she
nodded yes. "I really don't want to hurt you, but you have
to do everything I want immediately. If you try anything or
lie to me, I'll hurt you. Do not speak until I tell you to
or in answer to a question. Do you understand?" She nodded
again.  He looked deeply into her eyes for a few long
seconds and removed his hand from her mouth. He moved it up
to her hair and grabbed a handful firmly. He moved the razor
back from her face. "Stand up," he said.

   She moved up from the chair and he pushed her forward
into the center of the room. "Take off the robe and get on
your knees," he said. She slid the robe from her shoulders
and kneeled down on the carpet. "Put your hands behind your
back," he said, then handcuffed her hands tightly together.
"Nice tits," he said, as he got on his knees behind her,
took the belt from the robe and wrapped it around her arms
above her elbows. Slowly he pulled it tighter until he could
see her wince in pain, then a little tighter before he tied
it off. Her breasts strained against the bra and her back
arched so that the material was pulled tightly against her
skin. Her breath hissed inward with the pain, but she said
nothing, concentrating on not causing him to use the razor.

   He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Good," he
said. "Now we're going to play a little game. I'm going to
cut off your bra with this razor. Since it's pulled so
tight, it's going to be hard for me to cut the straps
without cutting you a little. Now here's the game. If you
make any noise when I nick you, then I cut a little deeper
the next time. Same thing the second time. If you make any
noise the third time, I get to gag you and cut as deep as I
want to for punishment - and I promise to really leave some
scars if I do. So the object of the game is for you to keep
quiet and take the initial pain, because it can only get
worse. Do you understand?"

   She looked at him in fear, and almost said something. A
tear escaped from her right eye and her mouth opened to let
a small sob out. Before she could do anything else, he
pulled tightly on her hair and bent her head back. "Do you
understand? Answer me," He said very quietly. "Yes," she
whispered, her tears flowing more freely now. He could see
she knew there was pain ahead for her and she was truly
terrified. He released her hair and slowly stroked it with
his left hand as she continued to look up at him. She was
his now.

   "Don't be frightened," he said. "I'm very good with this
and I'll try hard to cut you as little as possible, but you
have to keep very still and quiet. OK"? She whispered yes,
and he bent forward to kiss her soft lips. "Close your eyes
now," he said, "and we'll begin."

   He brought her head further back as she closed her eyes,
and slid his left hand down her neck then under her breasts,
cupping the right breast in his hand. He could hear her
breathing rapidly in fear as he brought his head down and
kissed her on the neck. Her breasts strained against the
bra, and the strap above her right breast was pressed deeply
into her skin.

   Gently he lifted up her breast from beneath, bringing
the strap almost even with the skin. Slowly he drew the
razor across the strap, cutting slightly into the skin
underneath and nicking her breast where it exited. She
inhaled sharply and made a small whimper as the strap fell
free. The small cut bled slightly, like a paper cut, except
where he had nicked her at the finish. There, a few drops of
blood were flowing down her breast.

   "Excellent!" he said. "You made a little noise but we
won't count it since it was your first time. Now that you
know what to expect, however, I expect complete silence. Is
that clear?" he asked. "Yes," she said, breathing out in
relief. It really hadn't been that bad at all. In fact, she
could feel her nipples getting as hard as rocks while he was
doing it. She was still wet from masturbating, and she could
feel his strong hand under her breasts and his breath on her
throat as he cut the strap. She had been surprised when he
kissed her, but she could feel the warmth spreading to her
cunt afterward. She wondered if he would do it again.

   Almost as if in answer to her thoughts, his lips again
kissed her on the nape of the neck as he leaned forward. He
could hear her breathing slow down as he caressed her left
breast now. "Lean your head back," he whispered, almost like
a lover. She did and she could again feel the razor cut
through the strap. The pain was still sharp. The strap had
moved a little as he cut it, forcing him to cut a longer
path on her breast, and he could feel her draw her breath
in.

   He was disappointed in having to hurt her unnecessarily,
and determined to make it up to her. The second shoulder
strap finally fell free, exposing the other breast. Both
breasts spilled out over the bra now, and he could see her
nipples were hard. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad
after all, he thought.

   Her head was still tilted back, but the tears had
stopped flowing. Her mouth was slightly open and her tongue
protruded out a little, just as it had when she was playing
with herself. He leaned over and kissed her on the mouth,
flicking her tongue with his as he came down. He could feel
her mouth move against his and he knew that she was getting
really turned on by the game. "Keep your eyes closed," he
said, "and we'll finish this now. OK? Now since you're more
experienced, and I think you might like this just a little
bit, I'm going to hurt you a little just to remind you who's
boss. If you make any noise, don't forget we haven't taken
your panties off yet."

   He could feel her tense up when he talked about more
pain, but that was really just for show. He moved around in
front of her and faced her. She could hear him removing his
clothes, and felt him standing in front of her. Then she
heard him kneel down very close to her. He put his hands on
her shoulders and slowly moved them down to caress her
breasts. As he touched her nipples, she could feel how hard
they had become.

   She had moved her head forward, a so he reached up with
his left arm and again grabbed her hair behind her head.
Slowly he pulled her head back, arching her back even more
and tightening the strap under the two now useless bra cups.
Deliberately he started the cut about a half-inch above the
center strap, slowly drawing the razor forward with just
enough pressure to cut the skin.

   He could feel her tense up still tighter as he started
to cut the strap. He did it as slowly as he could, and the
strap was tougher than it looked. Finally he took his hand
away from her hair and slipped a couple of fingers under the
strap to raise it enough to cut through. The bra slipped
down her back, and he could feel her exhale in relief. Her
nipples were rock solid and extended.

   He leaned forward and gave her a deep kiss, which she
returned tentatively, not sure how to react to this
situation but definitely turned on by it. He nibbled gently
on her erect nipples and slowly moved the dull side of the
razor over her breasts. She could feel the cold steel and
the heat of his breath on her. His other hand moved down
over her stomach and slid down between her legs. Both of
them could feel that her panties were soaked again. "Lay
down on your back now," he said as he put his hand up
underneath her back and helped her down onto the carpet.

   He stretched her legs out and looked at her. Her back
was still arched from the combination of handcuffs and the
strap from the robe. Her breasts jutted out, topped with
deep red nipples. Her legs were spread slightly, and he
could see the wetness of her cunt through the thin panties.
He rolled her over on her side and cut the strap, then
unlocked the handcuffs and took them off. "Keep your eyes
closed," he said. "You've been good and I'm going to trust
you. If you fail me, you'll regret it. Clear?"

   She was surprised at her sudden freedom to move, but she
knew she wouldn't try anything. Whether from fear or not,
she didn't know, but she knew she had never felt like this
before. The mixture of fear, pain and pleasure made her feel
more alive than she had ever felt. She could feel every inch
of her body, every fiber in the rug that pressed against
her, and especially every touch and breath of his. "Yes,"
she said, "I'll keep still," risking a few extra words.

   "The panties are next," he said, "and I'll have to cut
several times at the elastic band. There will be pain, but
you are not to cry out. After the elastic is cut, I may cut
the rest from underneath or from above, depending on how
well you endure the pain. In either case, you will make no
move or sound without my command. Do you understand?"

   "Yes," she said.

   He rested his left hand on her cunt, his thumb sliding
down between the lips and pressing on her clit. Then he
clenched his hand, pulling on the panties to tighten them
against her leg, and bent over to begin the cut at the top
of the panties. He began the cut at the outside of her leg
where it was the most muscular and cut slowly through the
elastic. She made no sound, but he could feel her cunt
pressing harder against his hand as the razor did its work.
He decided to continue the cut all the way down through the
panties. She seemed to like it and it was really turning him
on. He had never had one react this way.

   She could feel the razor begin to cut, and it was as if
there were an electrical connection between the razor and
her body, running through his hand and down his thumb and
into her cunt. There was nothing else in the universe but
what she felt - pain and fear had given way to something
else, something primitive locked far inside her. She wanted
him to continue all the way down her panties with the razor
and she could feel him doing it, as if in response to her
need. Her cunt throbbed with desire, then need, then pure
lust as the pain reached a high point at the cutting of the
final elastic at the bottom of her panties. He had
deliberately pushed inward on the razor at the end to cut
her slightly on the leg, and he could see a small flow of
blood go down her leg onto the carpet.

   He folded up the razor with his right hand and laid it
down, while with his left hand he pulled her panties down
her leg. As he did, she raised both her knees and spread
herself for him, not caring now whether what she did was
rational - giving herself over entirely to the feelings. Her
eyes still closed, she whispered "Please."

   His cock had been hard since they began, and he could
see it was already wet on the end, putting out lubricant. He
put both hands on her inner thighs, his thumbs on her wet
cunt, and mused that lubricant was definitely not needed
here. He gently massaged her and she moaned, spreading her
legs even further apart. He couldn't wait any longer. He
slid his hands up over her breasts and put his arms around
her, pressing his mouth over hers. Her legs locked around
his and he thrust hard into her, feeling the tightness and
need of her cunt. He slammed into her like an animal, and
she raised her legs higher to give him as much of her as
possible.

   His mouth moved from hers and went to her neck. He
fastened his teeth into her, and he could hear her moan with
pleasure. They stayed locked like that until she climaxed -
a long, shuddering climax like none she had ever
experienced. Then he locked her in his arms and thrust hard,
holding his cock inside her as she felt him come. They
stayed like that for as long as they could, and then he
rolled off to lie separately on the carpet, exhausted. They
held hands, and slowly their breathing quieted. He made her
come over and lick him clean, then put his cock in her mouth
and suck off the rest of their juices from the lovemaking.

   Surprisingly, while she was doing this he fell asleep,
dropping the razor. She could hear him snoring softly next
to her. Her body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, but
she knew that if she moved quickly enough she could get the
razor and be out the door before he could wake up enough to
do anything. She thought it over, and relived the whole
experience in her mind, feeling her initial fear and terror,
then submission, then passion. She might never have another
man like this in her life, and she didn't know whether to be
relieved or sorry.

   She thought for a long time before she decided.

   When he awoke, he could feel her sucking on his cock,
and he thought he had just dozed off for a second. He
reminded himself to keep more alert, and decided to get up
to use the bathroom. When he tried to move, however, he knew
he had been out for more than a second. He looked down. The
razor rested at the base of his cock, lightly held in her
right hand as her left hand gripped him tightly. Despite the
ministrations of her mouth, he went flaccid almost
immediately at the thought of what the razor would do to
him. He looked at her - there wasn't much for him to say.

   She looked up and took his cock from her mouth. "Close
your eyes," she said. After he did, she said, "Listen
carefully. If you struggle or make any noise, I'll cut this
off. You'll flop around for a few minutes and then you'll
die, which would be a shame because I really enjoyed most of
what we did and you obviously won't be much of a fuck
without this. Do as I tell you, and you might get out of
this alive. Turn over on your stomach and put your hands
behind your back. Do not open your eyes. I have a gun, and
if you try anything, I'll have to shoot you. Do you
understand me"?

   He agreed and rolled over, thinking that he had finally
been captured. He knew she would call the police as soon as
she had him handcuffed, but he admired the way she handled
things and anyway he was getting a little tired of
constantly waiting for the police to figure out who he was.
In a way, it would be a relief.

   She cuffed him tightly and then told him to roll over on
his back. He opened his eyes and he could see her with his
briefs, putting them on him and pulling them up to cover his
nakedness. He was touched at her kindness and
thoughtfulness, especially after what he had done to her.

   She still hadn't put any clothes on, and he looked up
admiringly at her body as she stood over him. He could see
the red streak on her thigh where he had cut her the
deepest, but it had long since ceased to bleed. She walked
around to his right side and kneeled down - he saw she had
the razor in her hand again and his heart went cold with
fear.

   "Close your eyes," she said, "we're going to play a
little game."


   ...to be continued...


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