The Laurel House stood at the edge of town – a huge, sprawling mansion, surrounded by lush gardens and swimming pools. It was rumoured to be owned by a very rich man, but no one in town would admit to having actually seen the owner, so speculation was rife.
Among the young women of the town, there was a very specific rumour about the house. Anika heard it from her friend Suki.
“It’s true!” said Suki. “A friend of my sister did it.”
“Really?” said Anika sceptically.
“Absolutely!” insisted Suki. “If you go to the large pool on a Sunday, wearing only a tight swimsuit, and bend forward, with your ass facing the house and your face towards the pool, the owner will come out.”
“And then what?” asked Anika.
“And then he’ll come up behind you, and pull aside the crotch of your swimsuit, and put something into either your ass or your pussy,” said Suki. “And if you hold your position until you hear him say you can leave, you get to keep it. But if you move before that, or if you look back or try to see him, he’ll capture you and keep you in a cage in his basement forever.”
Anika screwed up her face. “Ugh!” she said. “Why would I want that?”
“Because when my sister’s friend did it, he put two hundred dollar notes in her pussy!” said Suki. “And when she came back, he put a piece of expensive jewellery in her ass!”
Anika was doubtful – but the thought stayed with her, and a week later she found herself blushingly sneaking onto the mansion grounds in her red swimsuit. She located the pool, bent at the waist, and waited.
Soon she heard someone moving up behind her – heavy, forceful steps. She heard someone breathing.
“Do you know how this works?” a voice said – stern, masculine.
“Yes, sir,” squeaked Anika. “I don’t look back, and I hold still until you tell me I can go, and I get to keep what you put inside me.”
“Good girl,” said the voice. “And if you look back…. Well, you’ll regret it.”
A moment later, she felt his fingers pulling the crotch of her bathers aside, and then something being pushed into her pussy. She blushed. She was wet, she knew – very wet. Offering herself like this was erotic.
But soon her bathers were back, and the voice said, “You may go.” Anika scampered away, careful not to look back – and when she was far enough away to check what had been put in her cunt, she was delighted to find it was three hundred dollars in banknotes.
She went back a week later, presented her ass, and again the man came out to her. But this time after he exposed her crotch, she squeaked in pain. Whatever he had just pushed into her pussy *hurt*!
When he told her she could go, she waddled away uncomfortably, and once she was far enough away to check, she discovered that all he had put into her cunt was a wooden stick, broken off a tree. She pouted in disappointment.
But she still remembered the three hundred dollars, so a week later she returned again. This time she ended up squealing, because the insertion was not into her wet cunt, but rather her unlubricated asshole – and it was *cold* – like metal!
But when she was given permission to go, she was overjoyed to discover that what was stuffed in her ass was a necklace of real gold! She kissed it with delight, not caring where it had just been.
That week, she barely left the house. Her pussy was wet all the time. She spent most of each day lying in bed, completely nude except for her new gold neckchain, and masturbating furiously. Being penetrated by this anonymous figure made her wetter than anything in her life. She couldn’t wait to go back.
On Sunday she went back eagerly. As the owner approached, she wiggled her ass cheekily, and sighed with happiness as he pulled aside her bathers. She waited for his gift to be pushed into her pussy or anus – but when it came, it was hot and wet and fleshy. It was his cock! He was putting his actual cock into her cunt!
She squeaked, and almost straightened, but he put a hand on her back, and said, “Stay.” And then he began to vigorously fuck her.
She didn’t know what to do. She could get pregnant from this! But – did she care? No, because this felt amazing. Being fucked by a man she didn’t even know, whose face she had never seen. She moaned lustfully.
Why wasn’t she allowed to look at him? Her mind ran through possibilities. Was he horribly deformed, some disgusting monster? Were they a hermaphrodite, possessed of a man’s cock but other aspects of a woman? Were they some kind of beastman, a huge furry monster with a monster’s dick? Was it somehow a member of her own family engaged in impregnating her this very second?
She didn’t know – but with each possibility, she felt her body buck and orgasm. Her mind conjured worse and worse ideas of who might be fucking her and why she couldn’t see them, and each one just made her wetter and wetter and sent her body cumming uncontrollably.
The anonymous man noticed her slutty orgasms, and chuckled, and fucked her harder.
“Sir,” Anika heard herself say, “what happens if I look at you?”
“You must never look at me,” said the man, still fucking her.
“But if I do?” asked Anika.
“Then I will keep you here forever, in a dog cage, and you will be my permanent fuck-slave and pain doll,” said the man. “I will torture and degrade you and treat you as less than human, and you will never leave. And I will keep you blindfolded, so you will never again see what is about to happen to you, or who is doing it.”
Anika moaned, and bucked her hips against him harder. And then she breathed, “Do you promise?”
His only reply was a deep, cruel chuckle.
Slowly, deliberately, Anika turned her head back to gaze at the man raping her pussy.
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