On the edge of the bustling city stood an ancient villa. Its walls were densely covered with ivy that crept all the way to the roof, shrouding the entire building like an impenetrable net.
Places like this often hide priceless antiques or rare collectibles. And indeed, at a garden exhibition held a month ago, I displayed some of the treasures my late father left me. The most precious among them was a platinum statue of a beauty named "Whisper." It was said to be a family heirloom of a certain royal family, and it drew gasps of amazement from the guests. Many immediately expressed their willingness to acquire it at any cost, but I refused them all. Never selling this statue was one of my father's last wishes. Besides, I had other plans for it…
Tonight, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. It seemed this secluded place was about to have a visitor.
A tall, beautiful figure slipped nimbly and silently through my bedroom window. In the moonlight, I could see she was a long-haired beauty with a high-bridged nose, long eyelashes, sexy ruby lips, and a pair of enchanting eyes that seemed to steal souls. She wore a black, low-cut, tight-fitting camisole. Her black leather miniskirt, paired with stockings that wrapped around her slender legs and ankle-high leather boots, would give anyone an inexplicable urge. Most burglars wear tight, flexible gear for convenience. A provocative outfit like hers meant she was either an incredibly skilled professional or she wouldn't dare attempt it.
As I knew, the exhibition a month ago had not only attracted the attention of many collectors but also piqued the interest of various famous theft syndicates specializing in antiques and famous paintings. These were not your average thieves; most had a deep knowledge of antiques and many even worked in related industries, possessing a high degree of sophistication. Among them were several all-female groups. "Darknight Rose" was one of the groups interested in "Whisper," and dressing in casual clothes for their heists was one of their habits. The young woman before me was undoubtedly one of them.
She first carefully observed her surroundings. After confirming there were no alarms or anti-theft devices, she began to skillfully search the room. Others had previously visited other parts of my house but found nothing, as it was our family's habit to display antiques as everyday decorations scattered throughout the rooms, with no dedicated storage room or safe. We were so bold because we kept a low profile; no one knew my father's business was antique excavation.
It seemed she believed the most precious treasure must be in the master's bedroom, so in she came. She had guessed correctly. Unfortunately for her, she didn't know that while it was easy for a beautiful woman to enter my bedroom, getting out was another matter entirely.
The statue was not in plain sight. She had to slowly open drawers and cabinets, but she only found some clothes, magazines, and other irrelevant items. When she pulled open the drawer of my nightstand, she found a thick stack of photos. They were of many different types of beautiful women in various outfits and poses, all sensually tied up. Some were even completely nude, with close-ups of their full, round breasts.
Her expression changed, her cheeks flushing a distinct red. In the drawer below the photos, she saw a collection of ropes, ribbons, ball gags, candles, whips, leather buckles, and collars, which made her pause in shock.
"Hmph, looks like this is the home of a major pervert…" she muttered, putting the items back and continuing her search for the statue. At that moment, her gaze fell upon me, feigning sleep on the bed—or more accurately, on a black box by my pillow. She immediately crept quietly to the edge of my bed, reaching over my chest for the box. A master of her level could basically ignore the owner's presence. Her impressive cleavage was right in front of my face, almost touching my nose. The deep valley between her breasts sent a reaction to my lower body. Thankfully, the blanket hid it. I was wearing an eye mask that looked black but was actually transparent, allowing me to see her clearly, while she remained completely unaware.
Just as her hand was about to touch the box, I suddenly shot out a hand and clamped down on her wrist. My other hand grabbed her firm right breast, which was right in front of me. My legs kicked off the blanket and clamped around her thighs like a vise, while I twisted her captured arm forcefully behind her back.
"Ugh?! What?!" She seemed startled by the sudden attack, letting out a sharp cry. One of her hands was already twisted behind her back, and my legs wrapped around hers made it impossible for her to move her lower body. I squeezed her right breast hard with my large hand. "Ahhh!!" she moaned, her upper body struggling desperately in my arms. She tried to use her free hand to grab my head, but I caught it with the hand that had been on her breast and forced both her hands together behind her back in an arm-lock.
"Ah?! Let go of me… Ugh!!" With her hands forced together behind her back, her chest was pushed out even more, her full breasts threatening to burst through her thin, translucent top.
"Didn't see that coming, did you? 'Whisper' was just bait. I've been waiting for you here for a long time. Caught in my bed, did you really think you could escape? From today on, you'll be my obedient plaything…" I laughed wickedly.
"What? Bait? You… Don't even think about it! Ah!!!" She twisted her body, still trying to struggle. I lowered my mouth from her smooth neck and bit down hard on her high, full breast, leaving a clear set of teeth marks.
"The top half tastes pretty good. I wonder what the bottom half is like?" The faint fragrance from her body fueled my animalistic desires, and any thought of being gentle was washed away by lust. I decided to ravage her with wild force.
"Ah! Stop!! How dare you… you big pervert!!" she shouted angrily, her body twisting desperately but unable to escape my grasp. With a beautiful woman in my arms, my lower body was already rock hard, pressing against her buttocks.
Holding both her wrists with one hand, I freed the other to grab a red rope. I bent her arm back over her shoulder and tied her hands together, palms pressed, in a "W" shape behind her. Then, I crisscrossed the rope into a net, tightly binding her arms to her back. I used the same technique to bind her breasts and lower abdomen, pulling the ropes especially tight around her chest. Hearing her lewd moans brought a feeling of immense pleasure and excitement. As I looped two strands of rope around her lower body, she let out a soft groan. Then, I suddenly yanked them tight.
"Ah!!! Ah! Not there… Don't…" Her body arched and trembled as the rope bit deeply into her private parts.
While tying her beautiful legs, I greedily caressed them. The feel of her legs through the stockings was incredible, making me gulp.
"What a sexy creature. A body like this was made for men to f***! Hahaha…" Overcome by desire, my words became more outrageous and crude. I finally finished tying her legs. Now, she was tightly bound from head to toe, lying on the bed, writhing helplessly.
"Mmm… Ah…" She clearly hadn't given up on escaping, struggling with all her might against the ropes, but it was all in vain. These ropes were specially reinforced, much tougher than ordinary ones. Even a woman with her martial arts skills had no hope of breaking free.
"Hmph, it's useless. These ropes were made especially for you." I stripped off my clothes, revealing my muscular body and my thick, erect member. She stared at me with a look of fear and hatred, her mouth open but unable to speak.
I pounced on her, tearing off her clothes and panties. Pushing aside the two ropes pressing against her opening, I grabbed her magnificent breasts and, without hesitation, began to thrust into her.
"Ah!! Ah!! Oh!!! Ahh!!" She threw her head back and screamed continuously. Her breasts were squeezed and distorted by my rough hands, and her lower body trembled under my relentless assault. My mouth greedily kissed and bit every inch of her intoxicating skin. Our rapid breaths intertwined, and the violent movements made the bed creak loudly.
At first, she managed to curse a few times between gasps, but soon all she could do was moan loudly, her cries of pleasure growing louder and louder. Weeks of pent-up lust erupted onto her, violently assailing her delicate body until she was drenched in her own fluids and nearly passed out. After one last series of thrusts, I came, then pulled out, still wanting more.
She lay limp beneath me, her beautiful eyes half-closed and vacant as she stared at me. Her chest, covered in red handprints, heaved violently. She was drenched in sweat and panting, with no strength left to speak.
"Whew… That was incredible. The plan I've been working on for so long has finally come to fruition…" I leaned against the headboard, took a camera from the drawer, and started taking pictures of her. These photos weren't for blackmail; I had no intention of ever letting her go. They were keepsakes to be slowly savored and remembered later. She seemed very reluctant, trying to turn her face away, but I was in control. I could get any angle I wanted just by shifting my body.
"Humans are creatures of desire. In chasing their desires, they don't realize there's a price to pay. And you, and all the other beautiful thieves who come here after you, the price for trying to steal 'Whisper' is to become my playthings, to remain by my side as my collection for my endless enjoyment…"
Her eyes widened, a look of sorrow and unwillingness on her face. A single word escaped her lips: "No…"
I took out a ball gag, pinched her small mouth open, and put it on her, fastening it tightly behind her head, completely stripping her of her ability to speak.
"What, you're not resigned to this? It's useless. Your fate is in my hands now." I stroked her face and smiled. Being able to control someone's destiny, especially a beautiful woman's, was an exhilarating feeling. I had only experienced it before when writing erotic novels online, but I never thought it would become a reality.
"Mmph…" She shook her head weakly, muffled sounds coming from her mouth.
I pulled a large chest from under the bed and opened it. I picked her up and placed her inside. The chest had a power source connected to a vibrator and a ventilation system. I inserted two thick vibrators into her private parts and turned on the switch.
"Mmph!!!" With a faint buzzing sound, her body trembled and she began to moan again.
"I don't know your name yet, but it doesn't matter anymore. From today on, you are my Beauty Collection #1. This is your little nest. You saw the props in my drawer, right? From now on, I'll take you out every night to play with you to my heart's content…"
"Mmph!! Mmph!!" She used almost the last of her strength to let out a painful cry before I closed and locked the chest. On the lid was a label with the number "1". I looked at the dozen or so other empty chests under the bed, smiled, and pushed it in.
"Darknight Rose," seeing that their companion hadn't returned, would surely send someone else. "Who will be next?..." I lay on the bed, waiting quietly...