Dead Of Night

I open my eyes and look around the bedroom, trying to locate the noise that woke me. The sheets are cool as the curtains move in the breeze from the open window. Did I leave that open? I pull the covers back, and pad barefoot over to close it, shivering slightly in the night air. I stop at the open window and listen to the crickets singing, smelling the dew thats developing on the grass. I close the window, but think I hear another noise. A soft thud to my left, coming from the living room. I walk towards it. Picking up a candle stick to aid me in case I need protection. My feet softly sink into the carpet, barely making any noises. I turn the light on, looking around trying to see if there's anything out of the ordinary.... Not noticing anything I turn around, but am grabbed form behind. A hand covers my mouth... "You forgot to look behind the door" Your breath is raspy, tickling my ear and making me shiver with desire.... You sound familiar, but I cannot place your voice. You walk me back towards the bedroom and when we get there you shove me back down onto the bed. My *** is in the air, and I feel your eyes roaming over my body. My shirt and underwear not covering much of anything... You push the panties aside and spread my *** cheeks, looking at my ******* as it stretches beneath your hands... You spit on my ******* and stick a finger in it, not wasting any time. I moan as the new pressure fills me up. My forehead brushes against the mattress as your pace picks up and rocks me back and forth. You slap my other *** cheek and I jump at the sting. Whimpering slightly. "Please dont hurt me." I say, hoping that you'll take what you need and leave me be. You say nothing. The only noise in the room is my moaning and the squising sound of your finger going in and out of my *******. I then hear a zipper, assuming you're about to take me from behind. But no, you have other intentions first. You pick up the candle stick I dropped, probally when you grabbed me. You spit more, making it run down my inner thighs. Suddenly you put the candle stick to my ******* and push in roughly. There is no time for my *** to stretch to accomidate the new intrusion and I scream in pain from it. I'm in so much pain, you then tell me there's blood from the candle stick, but you dont stop, then you push your **** inside my *****. You moan, telling me you can feel the candlestick inside my *******. You're breathing becomes heavier and I have an idea. I push back against you, trying to make you ***. Almost as if you can sense this, you slow down to an almost complete stop, but keep the candlestick moving in and out. My body is use to the pain and accepts it. But I'm still screaming, trying to tell you to stop, get off me. You remove the candle stick and shove it in my mouth. I taste your spit, my ***, and blood on it. Your **** enters my *** and shoves in and out. Your penis goes in deeper thank the candle stick did, and I scream around the candle stick. You gag me, making me spit and choke. My face becomes red and you stop, sensing I'm about to pass out. You pick up your pace and keep going, finally you ***, deep into my bowels. I move my ***, milking your penis of its ***, taking it all inside my bowels. You pull your penis out of my ***, and pick up the candle stick. I panick, thinking of everything else you could do yet with the candle stick. But you dont do any of those things. Instead, you knock me on the back of the head, trying to knock me out. I fight back, but you hold me down and knock me again. I pass out. This is how my maid found me the next day... Who were you...?