NILS THE INTRUDER GUEST BEGINS TO RAVAGE MANDY AT NIGHT 
by Hamlet



It had been a long day at work for Mandy. She was so ready to slip into her
bed, next to her husband Dave, curl a blanket around her, and drift to sleep.
She sighed and smiled as she got under the blankets, leaned over, and turned
off the lamp next to her bed.

The texture of the sheets on her skin was soothing. Leaning back in her bed,
stretching out her shoulders, she ran her fingers through the blankets around
her, imagining that she was floating in the clouds as she drifted to sleep.

She could hear the loud snores of her husband who lay next to her.

She woke up with a start, her heart racing. Had she heard something in the
room?�

'Shh, breathe',� she told herself. It was probably just someone stirring in
the neighbouring house, as usual.

She breathed slowly for a few moments, listening. She had somehow put herself
into an uncomfortable position in her sleep, but she stayed still for a
moment, listening.

A panic rushed through her as she realized that she could hear nothing from
the neighbours.

� 'It's alright',� she thought,� 'You're overthinking this. I'll just turn on
the light'.� She figured that if she turned on the light, she could comfort
herself , knowing her deepest fears would not be realized.

And then she stopped dead, her heart racing again.

It hit her. She couldn't move a centimetre.

Her hands were immobile. She ran her fingers over her wrists, only to feel
that they were held in some kind of handcuffs. After a beat, she began
thrashing around, trying to get herself out of the bed. All her thoughts were
on getting to the door.

"Looks like someone's awake," a cold voice in a foreign accent taunted her.

She should have yelled, screamed, but the words stuck in her throat. She was
still flailing, somehow tangled in her sheets.

She heard the man reach over and turn on the lamp. It was her house guest
Nils! He had only arrived the day before when she had met him at East Midlands
Airport from Norseland, looking so gorgeous dressed in shiny black leather.
From the minute she saw him standing next to his Big Sister Ragnhild she
yearned for him as he was so much more attractive than her husband.

She drove him back to her house where he would be their house guest for the
next month. He had come over to England to learn English at a language school
in Nottingham before going on to Vikingsborg Technical University in the
autumn

Now he was sitting over her on the bed dressed totally in black leather, a
skin-tight leather jacket, shorts and calf length boots and a tight leather
mask over his face

Lying below him, she felt pathetic. in the handcuffs

"You know Mandy," he mused in his Norselandic singsong voice that infuriated
her, "I'm tired of wearing this," indicating the mask. "But I can't have you
spilling the details."

He reached down, rummaging through something on the floor, and pulled out a
blindfold.

Finally she found her voice. "No no no no you can't do this Nils!".

She sat up and tried to kick him. In an instant, he had pinned her down on her
back and was on top of her. Her hands were stuck behind her back because of
the handcuffs, and he pinned down her legs with his knees. She shook her head
back and forth so he couldn't blindfold her. Suddenly, he grabbed her face and
she felt two strong, leather clad rough hands on her cheeks, insisting that
she stay in place, controlling her

She gazed at his handsome face and blonde hair. His eyes were fierce, intense,
and she knew then that he would have his way with her. Then she glanced down,
and her eyes widened as she saw the huge bulge forming in his leather shorts,
larger and more threatening than she could have imagined!

And it was the last thing she saw before he veiled her in darkness. She could
feel him lying on top of her as he snapped the blindfold in place over her.
His breathing was heavy on her chest and rapid, as if he were hunting his
prey""her. As he was leaning over her, she could feel his hardness pressing
against her stomach.

She whimpered.

"What's that?" he spat out, his voice close to her ear.

"Please," she croaked. "Please don't hurt me. I beg you Nils darling"

She felt his hands on her shoulders now, pinning her in place.

"I won't hurt you Mandy ," he whispered in her ear.

She exhaled.

"If you do what I say."

She whimpered again, louder now, but no words came out.

He pinched her nipple and she yelped. "You beg me not to, but I think you're a
little slut Mandy," he taunted.

"Now. I'm going to take your clothes off Mandy. The first thing you'd better
do," he continued, gliding a finger over her lips, "is keep that pretty little
mouth of yours shut while I expose you. Don't say a word. Nod if you
understand You don't want to wake up your hubby!."

Shaking, she nodded in total agreement..

"Good, you little slut.Now stay still."

He dismounted her for a moment, and then got back on top of her. She felt
something cold and thin on her stomach, and heard the� snip� sounds of a pair
of scissors coming for her tank top. She flinched when she felt the tip of the
scissors graze her neck, causing the shirt to fly open. With one more� snip�
on each side, he broke the straps. The air was cold on her bare breasts and on
her stomach.

"Mmm," he moaned, his rough hands making their way over her. Her breathing was
panting, trying to keep silent.

He flipped her over onto her stomach to cut the rest of the shirt off of her.
She felt so vulnerable, so weak, her face crammed into the pillow. Still, she
stayed frozen.

And then slowly, gently, she felt his fingers hook into the waistband of her
pants and underwear. As she started to feel her pants slip off, she screamed
though not loud. enough for Dave her husband to hear who was still in a deep
sleep

"No! No! You can't! Just leave them on! Leave those on please Nils
sweetheart!"

She started kicking, her legs flailing around, trying to get him.

"I don't respond to no Mandy." He grabbed her legs and tucked one of his over
hers, immobilizing her. Then he put a hand on the small of her back, pushing
her back into the sheets. She was over his knees now, and she felt so exposed
and humiliated.

"What did I tell you, Mandy, about making noise?" His tone was almost mocking.

She moaned and whined but said no words.

"Answer me," he demanded.

"Keep my mouth shut Nils."

"Good. Or else?"

"Um, I don't know Nils darling."

"Sluts like you Mandy who don't follow rules get punished, you know." The
singsong tone of his accent was back. And with that, he continued pulling the
waistband of her pants down, and now there was nothing she could do. With his
other hand, he reached up and gently took hold of her face, pushing it in
front of her, into the pillow.

"Keep quiet. If you're too loud, I'm starting over from 1."

Meanwhile, below her waistband, she felt his cold hands massaging her cheeks.
All of the sudden, she felt a hard slap land on her exposed behind and she
yelped, the pillow swallowing her spit and muffling her screams.

OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!

"Please, no!" she screamed , muffled.

He slapped her again with her feeling the leather against her skin and she
squirmed, trying to free herself.

"Sluts who don't listen get punished severely Mandy ."

His hands massaged her there again.

Then his hand came down on her the leather making it sting even more.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

She moaned and yelped. The pain was coursing through her legs, stinging all
over.

"Quiet, Mandy you slut! We're not stopping until 10. If you're good."

The next one was harder. Then three times in a row. She let out a whine and
started to feel the wetness between her legs.

He stopped. She could feel herself panting, and her body was tense. She had
lost count, so she wondered if her punishment was up. She took a deep breath
and tried to relax her body.

Suddenly, he hit her harder than he had before. She shivered, and the stinging
sensation crept through her.

WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!

"Does this feel good, you slut?"

She shook her head violently, but even then she doubted herself.

"Last two," he said, and then delivered them, massaging her between each one,
torturing her with the anticipation of each one.

For a moment, they were silent. Exhausted, she inhaled slowly and absorbed the
moment. She listened to the rise and fall of his breath, listened to the
ticking of the clock on the wall.

Slowly, he slid her pants all the way off of her and discarded them on the
floor. She felt him turn and mount her from behind, so his body was in line
with hers, but she was still on her stomach. Her breathing was clamped, his
strong leather clad body pressing heavy on her.

"Did that feel good, Mandy?" he repeated, whispering into her ear.

"No," she panted.

"Really?" he teased. Her body tensed as he reached around, his hand sliding
down her stomach, down, down, between her legs. She shuttered as his fingers
played with the wetness he found there. "It feels like you� did� enjoy it."

"No, no Nils darling," she whimpered, sparks flooding through her body. "Of
course not."

"Alright," he indulged her, "of course not. But how about this, then, Mandy
you slut ?" he asked, his fingers relentless on her clit.

She was shaking and she couldn't answer.

He kissed the side of her face briefly, holding her there, whispering in her
ear.

"Good Mandy. You know it feels good. Mmmhmm. You're mine right now, you slut
All mine. To tease and to play with as I like."

Her whole body was shaking, limp. The sensations on her clit were too much.

"Guess what I'm going to do to you? I am going to take your pretty little legs
and hold them apart. And then I'll put my huge Cock in you and fuck you, and
fuck you, and fuck you again and again and again and again, in and out and in
and out, and you'll take all of me, no matter how much you scream, I won't
stop, I'll keep going."

She moaned, her orgasm nearing, so close.

And then he stopped.

"Please, please Nils darling ," she moaned. No response.

She whimpered as he flipped her over, laying her on her back again. Her body
limp, she felt him adjust the handcuffs, and she realized he was spreading her
arms out. She heard the bed springs react as he got off the bed. He grabbed
her feet, one by one even as she kicked around, and cuffed them, spreading
them out. She was spread-eagled on the bed.

When he climbed back on her, she felt him lean over her, close to her face

. "Open your mouth now." Too tired to resist, she complied. "Good slut."

She felt a rubber ball enter her mouth, and his hands reach around me to
fasten the ball gag in place in her mouth. "This should keep you quiet. We
don't want to wake up hubby!"

Her insides were on fire with the orgasm that hadn't come to her. She flailed,
pulling on the restraints. Nothing gave. He dismounted her, and she started
shrieking and crying through the gag

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

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