Abby was singing along with the radio as she washed the dishes in her kitchen that afternoon. The deejay had just come on and complained about the heat, but Abby was comfortable in her shorts and tee shirt, thanks to the kick-ass cooling systems in her apartment complex. A beautiful woman of 24, Abby was graceful, smart, and organized. She liked to keep a clean house, for instance. Abby had just finished cooking and wanted to have the kitchen clean before her fiancée arrived and they had dinner. He had promised her a surprise tonight, and she did not know what it was, or what it would entail, so she wanted the cleaning done. Sometimes the surprise was a night out, sometimes it was sex. Either way, she didn't want to have to wash the dishes later on. As Abby finished the last of the dishes and was drying her hands, the song she was listening to ended, and one of her favorite songs came on. Abby took this as a sign that she should also vacuum and dust. After all, she thought to herself, it will help fill my time until Trevor gets here. Abby was completely unaware of what danger was in store for her. As Abby vacuumed the living room floor, she continued to wonder at what surprise her fiancé, Trevor, had planned for her. Abby loved surprises and Trevor was always coming up with good ones. A month ago he had surprised her by disguising himself as a deliveryman so he could catch her off guard with not one, or two, but three dozen pink roses, her favorite. He teasingly referred to that occasion as the time she "cheated" on him with a deliveryman. "What the..?” she said to herself suddenly. She had seen, or rather thought she had seen something outside the sliding door that led out onto the veranda. Get a grip on yourself, kid, she thought to herself. She was of the sort who had stopped being afraid of things by the age of seventeen just as a matter of principal. Shrugging, and determined to put it out of her mind, she put away the vacuum and started dusting the living room. She refused to give in and be scared over nothing. She had simply seen a blur out of the corner of her eye and assumed it was a person. Abby began to sing along to the radio again and continued dusting, determined that if she moved quickly the time would go by faster. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door which came so unexpectedly it caused her to jump. ‘Trevor already?’ her mind asked. She didn't think so, but it was possible. After all, maybe he was off work early. Abby skipped to the front door, singing again, and peeked into the eyehole that her father had insisted she have installed when she moved in. In fact, he had installed one himself after repeatedly insisting that Abby have one installed and her not doing it. "A peephole can be the difference between life and death." her father had told her. Abby was pretty sure that he was exaggerating, but allowed him to install it for his own peace of mind. And it made sense, she supposed. She could look out and see if the person at her door was a rapist or killer now, right? She was surprised to see that it was not Trevor outside her door, but a man in a cap. She couldn't see his face because of the way he was standing, the bill of his cap covered his face, and he was too small in the eyehole for her to read the text on his cap. "Who is it?” she called through the door. "Delivery," came the muffled response. Abby was in shock for a moment. Did Trevor really run out of surprises? Was he resorting to an old trick, and so soon after using it the first time? With a smirk on her face, Abby unlocked the door. "That's not gonna work tw-wah?...", Abby's words cut off in mid sentence as the man shoved her back and entered the room quickly, shutting the door behind himself and locking it again. Abby was completely dumbfounded by this turn of events and struggling to get her mind behind what was happening. As her brain caught up and she realized what was going on, cold fear leapt up from the pit of her stomach. The first thing that came into her mind was RUN, so she ran for the sliding door. There was a moment where she felt that she was gaining distance and then a sudden explosion of pain in her head. The man had caught her by the hair, and her forward momentum turned into a slow spin as she clambered back to relieve the tension on her hair. "Please don't hurt me," she cried and looked to her attacker for a reaction, but just before her eyes met his face a vicious slap connected with hers, which sent her reeling. Dazed, she stumbled to the couch and the assailant laughed at her, causing Abby to shudder. This is not going to end well, Abby realized, what sick person only laughs at pain? Fight back? Her mind asked. Yes! Came the response. Too late! Her attacker was upon her, smiling and pinning her to the side of the sofa with his weight. Abby struggled in his arms, but to no avail. "I love a good fight." said the man, "It means it will be that much sweeter when I get what I want." This horrified Abby, whose mind jumped to the absolute worst-case scenario. The full weight of the situation had become apparent now. She was going to be raped, maybe even murdered. As if to test this idea, she made one last effort to fight back, she tried to claw his face, but he rather effortlessly pinned her arms above and behind her head. "You're going to give me what I want, bitch." came the threat, "Say it!" Abby was in tears by now, but she was resolved to cooperate. She tried to repeat his words, but her voice wouldn't cooperate until he jerked her hair so hard that her head turned at an uncomfortable angle. "I'll do what you want!" wailed Abby. "Of course you will.” came the reply. Slowly and methodically he began removing her clothes, taking his time to take them off neatly. She noticed that he even folded her shorts before he set them beside the couch. Abby was naked before him now, she had only been wearing the shorts and tee shirt after her shower earlier, planning to wear the pretty blue sun dress that was laying across her bed. She looked at the bedroom door, wistfully, thinking of the plans she had tonight with Trevor. That would be gone now, and all that was there to replace it was pain and shame. As if reading her mind, her attacker began speaking. "Am I keeping you from something?” he sneered. Before she could reply, however, he was touching her body, a cold smile on his face as he squeezed and caressed her breasts. "You're going to do every little thing I tell you to do.", his grin widened, "Am I being clear to you?" "Y-yes", replied Abby. Her attacker grabbed her by the throat and choked her for a moment, and when he released she sputtered and coughed a little. "Yes, what?" he commanded. "Yes, sir?" Abby replied. "That's better," replied the man, "Take off my clothes." Abby winced inwardly, she wasn't prepared for this and now it was happening. She fumbled with the button on his jeans before it decided to cooperate, and then unzipped him, sliding his jeans and boxers down. He kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his jeans, still touching and teasing his victim, pausing only to throw his shirt over his head, the cap somewhere long gone. Where had the cap gone? Abby wondered to herself, but was pulled out of her reverie by his command. "Suck it," he ordered, and with great hesitation she did. It wasn't that hard to comply, she had given her fiancée oral sex on a couple of occasions, but it was already not her favorite sex act and this made it much less enjoyable. As she took him into her mouth she tried to think to herself that it would be over soon, but she wasn't convinced. Well then, she thought, maybe I can make this go faster. Abby decided that if he wanted to get off badly enough to rape her, that's just what he would get. Abby redoubled her efforts and was rewarded with a small groan from him. "You must like sucking cock.” he said, "You do it so well, bitch." As she continued to work, his penis slowly became erect in her mouth. He began to thrust his hips in unison with her. She forgot about her fear and the pain he had caused her, her only mission now was to get him off so it would be over. As if sensing this, he withdrew his dick from her mouth and made her stand, turning her and bending her over the edge of the couch. She wasn't prepared for this, and it hurt a lot as he entered her from behind. She cried out in pain as her insides filled, and kept filling as his cock took up residence inside of her. "Oh please, go slow, please. It hurts!” she pleaded. His hand was once again wrapped in her hair and he snapped her head back at that uncomfortable angle again. "Shut up, bitch. You'll talk when I want you to!” he growled in her ear. He presently began to fuck her, moving slowly at first as if he had all the time in the world, his hand still wrapped in her hair, still pulling her head to that uncomfortable angle. Abby felt a heavy fullness with him inside her and presently began to get very wet despite the circumstances. He was moving faster, and every forward thrust caused the tip of his penis to rub gently on her cervix, causing her a mixture of discomfort and, oddly enough, pleasure. Whether Abby enjoyed this or not was of no concern to her attacker, who by now was pumping in and out of her rather quickly, his breathing began to hitch and a small dotting of sweat formed on his brow. He picked her up by wrapping an arm around her stomach and took her to the front of the couch where he laid her down and got on top of her. This time there was no pain when he entered her, only a guilty pleasure that Abby was quickly feeling less guilty about. As he continued, Abby rubbed and squeezed her left nipple with her left hand, and rubbed her swelling clitoris with her right hand. Whether her assailant noticed this or not he gave no indication, but she thought she saw a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. Next, he lifted her left leg up to shoulder level, turning her slightly to the side and suddenly going even deeper into her. Now every thrust caused a small gasp to escape her. She felt her insides clenching and knew she was about to cum, the pressure was building and every thrust from him added to it. Before she could stop herself she was Cumming, shrieking out in ecstasy "I'm Cumming, Oh God, I'm Cumming!" This earned a smile from him and he fucked her even faster his grip on her leg relaxed enough to let her leg drop to meet the other one. "Get up," he ordered her and she did. He sat down on the couch and pulled her down to her knees, this time by her hands instead of her hair, and pushed her mouth down over his cock. She sucked him furiously, still feeling the tingle of her orgasm and now tasting herself. It was an exciting and intoxicating combination and she realized she wanted more. She began to lick his balls playfully, hoping that he would get the message that she wasn't done yet. He may have been raping her, but she was determined to make the most of it. He took her by the hair again, and this time she knew to move with him as he pulled her up off her knees and had her straddle his lap. He pushed into her again, this time there was no discomfort, just the fullness she had experienced earlier. It was magnificent; she could not believe she was enjoying it so much. As he lifted her up and down, she began to swim in sheer pleasure. His body knew how to make hers react, and hers was reacting quite nicely. All conscious thought had ceased for her, there was just the rhythmic up, down, up, down of her motions and a warm gray sea of pleasure. She came again, feeling her wetness spread, clawing at the back of the couch and yelling something inarticulate. Her head drooped; her eyes grew heavy as the spell of her orgasm was fading. He pulled out of her and pushed her back to the floor, and this time she knew what he wanted. She took him into her mouth, again tasting herself on him, and went all the way to the base of his shaft, putting him entirely in her mouth. She worked faster, knowing he must be close to Cumming himself. His breathing was labored and he had a sheen of sweat on his brow. She moved faster and faster and knew she was there when she felt him pulsate. He came with no warning, just a quick shudder and then a loud moan; his cum burst forth into her mouth, thick and salty. She meant to swallow it but he grabbed her quickly by the throat and she knew he meant for her to savor it, so she held it in her mouth, letting it mix with her saliva and spreading over her tongue. Since he wouldn't let her swallow she continued sucking him, moving up and down, his cock beginning to relax. He took it out of her mouth and playfully rubbed it on her face and even slapped her on the cheek with it a couple of times. He released his grip on her throat, and she was able to swallow, the taste lingering. Now that he had cum as well, Abby began to feel the weight of fatigue and dropped her head on the couch beside him, utterly spent. It was over. He reached down and smoothed her hair back beside her ear. "I enjoyed that very much," he said, "I've waited for the opportunity for a while now." He smiled. "Sir, I'm afraid your dinner is cold now. Shall I heat it up for you?" "Yes", said Trevor, "I've built up quite an appetite today."