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Note: Eyes in the
Dark is an erotic rape fantasy. It is published here with the
specific understanding that an erotic rape fantasy, is
a creative self-expression; not an invitation, desire or suggestion
for real world behavior.
The non-consensual acts of
rape and molestation are hideous illegal acts that scar for
life, and should be punished to the full extent of the law.
The publishing of this text is in no way, shape, or form,
to be construed as approval or encouragement for such real
world acts of unwarranted violence.
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Eyes
in the Dark
by
"e"
It was a warm night
in Indian Summer. The windows were open, letting in the slight
breeze and the scent of the evening air. My fan was on, keeping
the air circulating. I lay in bed, dressed only in a sheer
nightgown, drifting off toward sleep.
I thought I heard
a noise, and opened my eyes sleepily. The room was dark, with
no light shining in through the window. I didn't see anything,
and started back to sleep. Suddenly, I *knew* I heard something,
and opened my eyes. All I could see were two eyes, looking
back at me.
I tried to sit
up, and was pushed back on the bed. A hand went over my mouth
and a deep voice said, "Don't make any noise and I won't
hurt you." Eyes wide, I nodded, and the hand moved. My
breathing quickened, and the figure reached down, picking
up something from the floor. It was a scarf, and the man beside
my bed pulled me up to a sitting position by my hair. He tied
it around my mouth, and reminded me, "Don't make any
noise."
The next thing
I knew, he was ripping open my nightgown down the front, buttons
popping loose. I gasped, but still didn't make any noise.
I could almost feel his eyes stroking my body, taking in my
breasts, my stomach, my shaved mound, my legs. The voice said,
"Nice, very nice. I caught a good one this time."
I could hear the anticipatory smile in his words, and, in
spite of myself, I felt my pussy begin to moisten.
Abruptly, he reached
down and pulled on my nipple. I tried desperately not to moan,
but a low cry came out anyway. "I told you not to make
any noise, " he said, and twisted my nipple. I flinched,
but didn't cry out this time. "Very good," he said.
"Good girl."
Soon his hand was
pulling at my other nipple. They were both standing out, darkening
with each touch. The more he pulled, the more I could feel
a corresponding tingle in my ever-moistening pussy. My breathing
came faster and faster, and I swallowed any noise which tried
to escape. My hands began to clutch at him, and he realized
that my hands were still free.
"Tsk, tsk,
can't have that." Another scarf appeared, and my hands
were tied to my sides, around my waist. Now I was completely
at his mercy. Sharply, his hand twined into my hair, and he
pulled my head up. Dark eyes stared into mine, penetrating
all the way into my soul, reading all of my secrets. Once
he knew the very deepness of me, he pulled me off the bed
and onto the floor, making me kneel in front of him. He unzipped
his pants, and his fully erect member sprang out in front
of me. With his other hand, he moved the scarf covering my
mouth, and pulled my face down to his cock with my hair. "Open,"
he commanded, and my mouth obediently opened, to be filled
with hot throbbing cock. "Suck me. Suck me well, and
you won't be hurt." I obeyed, enjoying the taste of him,
wondering where in my soul this was coming from, and how he
knew I would.
My tongue licked
all along his dick, and I sucked and sucked hungrily. I lapped
at his cum-hole, drinking the pre-cum eagerly. His hips began
to move into me, and though his hands held my head, I could
feel him clutching at my hair as he moaned, fucking my face.
Just when I thought that he was going to shoot his load, he
pulled himself out of my mouth, and said, "No. You don't
get me yet." I moaned involuntarily, earning me another
yank on my hair. Pulling me to my feet, he bent me over the
side of my bed, my face in the mattress, and my ass in the
air. I felt his fingers probing at me, and my body responded.
I was dripping
wet, with juices running down my thighs. His fingers massaged
my labia, coaxing them open. He reached down with both his
hands, and pulled my thighs apart even more. I knew I was
completely open to him then, completely vulnerable. His finger
found my clit, and teased it. I moaned again, into the pillows,
and received a brief smack across the pussy. I bit the mattress
to keep from crying out again, and my body shuddered involuntarily.
His fingers kept
probing and poking. I kept getting wet; I'd never known I
could get so wet. His fingers rubbed my juices up my crack,
and around my asshole. I trembled, anticipating. While one
finger teased my asshole, another massaged my pussy and clit.
I felt myself approaching the edge, knowing I couldn't hold
back much longer. Suddenly, my body convulsed, and I began
to cum, and cum hard. My hands clenched at open air, trying
to hold on to something, I don't know what, and I cried out,
"Oh my God, Oh, oh oh!"
Wave upon wave
of orgasm struck me, carrying me away. I had no control over
my body as it shuddered again and again, my pussy clutching
and shaking. His finger was deep in my ass, and my pussy felt
like I'd never cum before. As I stopped shuddering, he placed
his cock at my puckered asshole, and pressed.
Slowly, I felt
my muscles stretch. They protested for a moment, and he was
in. Grabbing my hips, he thrust himself deeply in me, pounding
at me, fucking me hard. I cried out again and again, feeling
him splitting me open, but making me cum again. I moved against
him, in rhythm with him, faster and faster. I couldn't believe
I could take much more, when he wordlessly cried out and I
felt his cum fill my ass. As his juices filled up my nether
hole, my pussy twitched again, and I cried out with him, and
came again, even more violently than before.
Gradually he eased
himself out of me. As he pulled away, I cried out again, not
wanting to feel so empty. He gently untied my hands, and pulled
me up to him, holding me against his warm body. I felt his
hand under my chin, lifting my face. Those eyes again penetrated
into my soul, and then he kissed me, just once, gently on
the lips.
Scooping me up,
he laid me down in my bed. I could feel the air from the fan
chilling my sweat-soaked body, and he covered me with my blanket,
stroked my hair, and disappeared.
When my alarm went
off the next morning, I was sure it was some erotic dream
I had had, but under the blankets with me was my torn nightgown
and two scarves. Holding the scarves to my chest, I inhaled
our mingled scents, and smiled, knowing that the eyes that
could read my soul would be back...someday.
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