IRMA THE COCK ROBIN RAVAGES ME MERCILESSLY
by Hamlet



"Don't move!'.

I opened my eyes. One moment I was dreaming about my childhood, the next
there's someone whispering in my ear. I only caught a glimpse of the dark room
before a large rubber gloved hand crashed down on my thigh. A pained cry
escaped my lips as my eyes shut tight, my body trembling. Where was I? It felt
like I was still in my bed. Was I still dreaming? Probably not, that slap had
hurt like Hell!.

The bed shifted next to me, startling me into action. Without thinking, I
rolled to the side and scrambled towards the edge. I didn't make it far before
a rubber gloved hand wrapped around my ankle and dragged me back towards
whoever had invaded my home.

"I said don't move, Christopher!" she reiterated calmly as her knee came down
hard on the centre of my back, knocking the air from my lungs and pinning me
in place.

She had a thick foreign accent which I later found out to be Norselandic.

"What t are you doing in my flat?" I snapped, struggling beneath her colossal
weight.

The Woman laughed, and the sound rolled down my spine in an almost pleasant
way, making me pause. Whatever else she was, she had a lovely voice. Deep. The
kind you fantasize about whispering naughty things in your ear.

She laughed again, removing her knee from my back. Before I could attempt to
run, I felt her gloved hand come down hard between my shoulder blades.

"Scream if you want, Christopher " she said, in an almost conversational tone.

"Of the other three flats in this building, one is vacant. The family in the
second is on holiday. And the girl in the third is never home at night. No
one's going to hear you."

She leaned down so that her breath whispered across my ear as she spoke.

"So, go ahead and scream Christopher. The sound turns me on!."

That shut me up really quickly. She was right about my neighbours. The one
family was on holiday, and the other was working away from home. I was alone,
so screaming really wouldn't do anything. And I certainly was not going to
knowingly do anything that was going to annoy her.

I held real still for a moment, trying to figure out what my best move now
would be. So, distracted by my thoughts I was, I barely noticed her other hand
until it was curling over my arse.

"Hey! Stop! I yelled, thrashing around under her. That received another one of
those infuriatingly attractive laughs.

"You don't listen very well, Christopher" she said, her voice still ringing
with amusement.

"I thought I told you not to move."

As she spoke her hand caressed my arse, fingers occasionally teasing the edges
of my underpants.

My hands scrambled at the bed sheets. It was no use though. The hand on my
back was just too heavy, keeping me pinned with ease. It was also large,
covering almost the entirety of my upper back.

There was no response this time, but the hand on my arse was removed. I heard
her fumbling with something, and then the sound of her belt being removed. It
sent a chill down my spine and my breathing picked up, real anxiety hitting me
for the first time. What was she going to do with that? Was she going to hit
me? Tie me up? Was she taking her pants off?

The hand on my back moved then, and I was being dragged towards the end of the
bed, kicking and flailing out with my arms

I was pulled until my legs were hanging off, bent over the bed with my knees
on the floor. That heavy hand landed between my shoulders again, but before I
could struggle against it there was a whoosh and then a crack, and my whole
arse felt like it was on fire. A startled cry escaped, and tears formed in my
eyes. A second strike landed before I had recovered from the first and another
cry escaped, any attempt at struggling ceased as I dealt with the unexpected
pain.

OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!

"I told you to be still, Christopher. Bad boys get punished. But you're going
to be a good boy now and do as you're told, right And you will always refer to
me as Mistress or I will break every bone in your f---g body!"

I must have hesitated too long because another fiery stripe burned it's way
across my arse.

"Yes! Yes, I will be a good boy, Mistress I will not move, I promise," I
yelled, fighting back tears.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the rubber belt being laid on the bed,
just out of my reach but well within hers. The threat of the gesture was
obvious. I move again without permission; I'd feel that thing across my arse.
I shuddered. And that had been over my underpants. There was no way I wanted
to test how it would feel on bare skin.

"Good boy Christopher," she said. "Now I'm going to move my hand, and you're
going to stay exactly where you are."

I could almost hear the 'or else' left from the end of that sentence, so as
she removed her hand from my back I held as still as human possible. Softly,
her rubber encased fingers began to trail up my thigh, and I realized that she
was still wearing tight rubber gloves. The cool rubber left goose bumps
everywhere it touched.

"Now, I don't think we need these anymore."

I tensed as her fingers curled into the waistband of my underpants, expecting
her to pull them down. Instead she twisted her hand and yanked, splitting the
delicate elastic and drawing a pained cry from my throat as they dug into my
skin. Another hard yank, and they had been completely ripped from my body.

My internal rant cut off immediately as her fingers brushed up my thigh again,
the cool, slightly rough rubber making me shiver.

I had to bite my lip against a whimper, her hand having brushed between my
legs. It didn't stay there though, continuing its trek upwards until it was
cupping my arse cheek. It squeezed once, hard, making me wince.

"Part of me hopes you give me another reason to hit you. You've a nice blush
right now, even in the dark, but I'd love to see what a nice red stripe would
look like. Christopher!"

I didn't manage to keep in the whimper this time, and it was echoed by another
one of her infuriating laughs.

"I think maybe you secretly like the idea."

Despite the order not to move, I furiously shook my head back and forth.

"I think you're lying. Open your legs my darling."

Well there was no way that was happening.

She sighed and then shifted, and from the corner of my eye I saw her gloved
hand reach for her belt. My legs opened quickly, almost before I could tell
them to, but that hand kept reaching down.

"Wait, wait, I'm sorry, I opened them Mistress!"

"Too late. You have to listen the first time Christopher."

Well to hell that, if I was already getting hit, who cared anymore? I took
advantage of her distraction with the belt, and the lack of restraint, to
quickly fling myself to the right. Too late I realized that my phone was on
the left side of my bed, but at least I'd managed to fling myself in the
direction of the door. I must have startled her, because I actually made it to
my feet before I heard her come after me.

I reached the door frame, only to feel her hand grab my hair, yanking me back
painfully. My smaller hands curled around her wrist, trying to keep her from
pulling my hair straight out of my head as she dragged me back into the room.
She threw me onto the bed, and I rolled across towards the other side. A
gloved hand snagged my ankle and dragged me back, screaming and kicking.

Once close enough, her other hand grabbed the back of my baggy t-shirt, using
it as a lever to yank me up onto my knees. The hand that had been locked
around my ankle curled around my throat, pulling until my back was firmly
against his chest.

"I think you're enjoying this Christopher ," she growled in my ear.

I shook my head fiercely, hands curling into her wrist, trying to find skin to
dig my nails into, but I was blocked by her glove

"No, I think you are. How about we check?"

Before I could get my legs closed, her free hand was between them, the rubber
of her glove rubbing roughly across the delicate flesh there. For a moment I
wasn't sure how she could possibly check if I was enjoying it with those
gloves on, but my silent question was answered as one of his fingers slipped
inside of me with little effort. Her laugh drowned out my gasp.

"Oh, you little whore Christopher!"

My eyes teared up as she lazily thrust her finger a few times. It felt so
thick inside of me, the rubber abrasive, even despite how wet I was. Why the
hell was I wet? Was I really enjoying her attacking me? No, there was no way.
It had to be some sort of defence mechanism. My body getting ready so that
when she raped me it would hurt less. That had to be it.

When she tried to force in a second one, I groaned, trying to squeeze my legs
shut. I already felt a little stretched around his one finger. She was just
too big. It made me wonder how big her strap on must be.

"You're so tight darling, You'd better relax, let me loosen you up some, or
it's going to hurt when I finally shove my rubber strap on into you Unless you
like the pain. I mean, you're already almost dripping wet sweetheart!."

I opened my mouth to argue, barely getting out a word before the hand on my
throat squeezed, turning my words into a gasp as my air was cut off.

"No more arguments from you darling! All I want to hear from those lips are
moans and screams and whimpers. Anything else and I'll do something I think
you really won't like."

Her finger slid out and wandered back to press against my arsehole, startling
a yelp from me. I struggled, body arching forwards, nearly choking myself as
her finger pressed harder, until just the tip was inside of me. It was left
there for a moment, to reinforce her threat, before returning to my arse and
resuming its lazy thrusting.

Her threat finally convinced me to shut up and sit still. I did not want
anything anywhere near my arse. The Woman was too big and strong all over. I
doubted she could even fit without tearing something.

A pained whimper escaped as she finally fit a second finger in me. She made
soothing noises as she held still waiting for me to get accustomed, before
slowly stroking in and out again. Who would have thought a Masked intruder and
rapist could show that kind of consideration?

"You're so tight, "she murmured in my ear.

"When's the last time someone fucked you really hard Christopher?"

I wailed as tears rolling down my eyes

PLEASE MISTRESS HAVE MERCY ON ME!!!!