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The New Neighbor, Part 1
I walked into my apartment building, exhausted after a long day at work. I stopped to check my mail, opening the box only to be met by dust. As I closed it, I saw a man just down the row checking his as well. His body was tall and muscular. I'd never seen him around before. I figured he must be knew to the building, and I definitely wanted to properly introduce myself to anyone who looked like that.
"Hey there," I called out to him as he sifted through the letters he'd pulled from his own mailbox. "Did you just move in?"
"Oh, hello," he responded, terse and almost formally. "Yes, I've just begun to rent an apartment here. I moved in from out of town." He seemed preoccupied by something else.
"Well, I'm Stacey. It's a pleasure to meet you," I say, extending my hand. He lightly shakes it before pulling his own hand back. He almost seemed to study me, up and down, before speaking again. I certainly didn't mind being checked out by him.
"Richard. It's a pleasure." He turned away and headed towards the stairs.
"Wait! Let me get to know you better! I'll walk to your apartment with you," I said, hoping I wasn't coming off as too desperate. He turned back to look as I quickly stepped in to follow him.
"I suppose. I'm just on the second floor," he said, proceeding up the stairs. I followed next to him, trying to give him the opportunity to say more about himself, but he never did. Before any time had really passed, we arrived at the door for apartment 206, where he stopped.
"This is mine. Good to meet you," he said, turning to the door.
"Hey! Won't you invite me in? Have a drink, celebrate you moving in, y'know?" I wanted him to pay attention to me so badly. It had been so long since I'd been with a man, maybe a strong guy like him could become a proper boyfriend. He once again looked me up and down, very carefully this time, his gaze pausing at my chest.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Yea, I mean, why wouldn't I be?" He had a strange tone to his voice, but I brushed it off. He was obviously just a shy and nervous about being in a new city. He nodded to himself and unlocked the door, allowing me to enter first. I stepped into his apartment, which matched what I had imagined for a fresh move in: largely empty, a few boxes in each corner. The layout was identical to my own. I stepped a bit further in, looking around the corner to see that there was at least a bed set up down the hall. The living room was barren of furniture. "So when did you--"
My words were cut short by Richard aggressively pushing my body into the wall, before clasping his hands over my arms. His huge hands were easily big enough to stop my arms from moving.
"You dumb bitch. It's so clear what you want. You have no idea who I am, or what I've done." He slapped my face, releasing my left arm, which simply fell to my side in shock. "I bet you try to fuck every man that moves into this building, don't you. You just go around, asking for it, like the little slut you are." I was terrified. He could overpower me without question. But I was also incredibly wet. He had no idea how right he was. I yearned to be used properly.
My life without a man inside me was nothing but agony, and I ached for it to stop. My terror was blending with arousal, as I could feel my panties soaking as my eyes were shaking, as I stared into his cold, expressionless face. He showed no pleasure nor remorse in what he was doing to me right now. I could tell almost innately that he's done this before. Simply taken a woman and used her as his own. I wondered what he would do to me afterwards - but for now, I just wanted him to do it.
"Open your mouth, slut. I'm going to give it purpose." I nodded, unable to speak, and opened wide. Feeding into my own desires as much as his, I fell to my knees as he unzipped his pants. A massive cock sprung out in front of me, bigger than any I'd seen before. It had to be 9 inches long, and its girth was incredible. I had no idea how I would even fit it in my mouth. But Richard did, as without hesitation he simply shoved it in.
I gagged almost immediately. As my hot tongue touched his dick, it finished hardening inside me. It was huge. I could barely move my lips around the edge, but I wasn't in control of that. He was. He grabbed my hair, pulling it hard enough that I would scream if my voice weren't muffled by the monstrous dong blocking all sounds that might escape me. He effortlessly began shoving my head up and down on his cock, stretching and forcing my mouth each time.
He kept forcing me deeper and deeper on his dick. He was entering my throat easily now. My eyes teared up, unable to handle the pain of his thick rod shoving itself into me. I almost felt like I could puke as he mercilessly shoved past my gag reflex, but I held it down. Some visceral, shameful part of me loved this. I wasn't an active participant in this blowjob, I was just some fucktoy that he had found the opportunity to use. I was just a convenient hole to store his cum in. I was worthless, and he was treating me like it. It made me so fucking wet.
He released my head for a brief moment to reach further down with both hands. Grabbing my shirt by the collar with both hands, he pulled it, ripping with terrifying ease. His thick, powerful arms were as magnificent as they were horrifying to me. The shredded remains of my shirt were dropped next to me, a thin lacy bra the only thing protecting my breasts now. That would not last long however, as he quickly pawed down and pulled my bra from the friend, breaking the snaps on my shoulders and back, throwing it to the ground. My tits were now on full display to him, my hard nipples defying my state as a victim and revealing how much I was enjoying being used.
"Look at you, whore. You were begging for this weren't you. To be some man's slutty little cum dumpster. Well don't worry, because I have plenty of experiencing using women like you. There's so many of you dumb little whores. Nothing but three holes who attached a pair of tits and figured out how to walk around." He grinned as he spoke now, a menacing look on his face. I could barely see it through the stream of tears that continued as his cock continued to snake its way down my throat and back, torturing me in new ways. "Now earn your first gift, bitch."
He raised a leg and kicked me into the wall. I fell from me kneeling position to simply being shoved against the wall, my legs splayed on the ground, my arms just bracing against the wall itself. His dick never even left my mouth it was so long, but he quickly shoved it in to full depth. My lips met the skin of his crotch, and I almost felt like I was going to pass out. It was so big I couldn't breathe properly. My body felt bruised from the kick and the subsequent hit to the back on the wall. But it didn't matter to him. He was unstoppable.
He violently grabbed my head with both hands now, bringing me to the base of his cock repeatedly. Every time he pulled me off, the back of my head hit the wall behind me, shaking my brain and making me unable to even process what was happening. He was actively thrusting now, his incredibly hard shaft rocketing down my throat each time. I felt like it could poke my stomach at this point, with how deep it went. I could feel it begin to tense and twitch, a feeling I was a bit familiar with. I knew what would come next, but I had no idea how it would feel this deep into me.
With a powerful grunt, his load of hot cum emptied into my throat. I could feel it pool and stick to the edges of my throat, deeper than I've ever taken a cumshot before. I almost immediately began coughing, but with his dick still inside me, it just made the cum slosh around it and choke me more. I couldn't breathe at all. Tears ran down my face, blurring what little makeup I had on for a usual day at the office. I could taste its saltiness, coating my tongue as he slowly pulled his cock out of me. It tasted delicious, but I could never let him know that. I was so scared of what he would do if he found out the true extent of how much I was loving this.
"Swallow it, whore. This is your meal for the night." I looked up at him, still in shock, my head pounding from hitting the wall so many times. I simply nodded and forced what was left in my mouth down my throat. I was breathing heavily, getting air properly for the first time in a few minutes. My perky tits were hanging out as I laid back against the wall, not sure what to do next.
He turned to the kitchen and went to a box on the counter to pull something out. I could have run right then. The door was close. I could have escaped, found someone. They would have believed me, with my shirt ripped off and my face already so abused. But I didn't. I simply sat there and waited, waited to know what was coming. Because I wanted it. I wanted more. I wanted to be used. I wanted to be broken.
He came back after just a moment with two sets of handcuffs. Without a word, he kicked the side of my head, sending me to the floor. He reached down and pulled up one ankle and one arm, cuffing them together, before doing the same to the other. I was now stuck on my exposed chest, bound to myself and unable to do anything. I wiggled a bit, yet did not scream. I just watched in anticipation.
He picked me up, effortlessly throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me to the bedroom. He tossed me onto the floor.
"Don't fret, little slut. I'll be back soon to make sure your holes are kept exactly how you need them. I just need to eat my own dinner first, and unpack a few useful tools." He turned to leave, but stopped and turned back. "Oopsies, almost forgot. Wouldn't want you getting cold feet, after all."
He pulled my skirt down, detaching it and removing it completely. The soaked panties that were covering my equally wet pussy were now on full display. He laughed as he saw them, shaking his head knowingly. He had figured it out. He knew just how much I wanted it. Digging his fingers into the material, he ripped them off of me, my delicate slit and ass now exposed to the air. I was still on my stomach, or he would have seen how pristine my shaved pussy was. Part of me wanted him to see it right now, and force himself into it. But for now, I was just an inconvenient piece of furniture to him.
The torn cloth that was once my underwear was now in his hand. He spun me on the rough carpet to face him as he took the scraps and shoved them in my mouth. "There, that should make sure I can enjoy my dinner in peace." He left the room, clicking off the light switch as he left. I was bound, naked, alone, in the dark bedroom of my rapist's apartment. And I had never been hornier in my life.