It was dark as she opened the door to the house. She closed the door before reaching for the switch. It was what she usually did. She sensed him before she felt him.
He reached around her with one arm pinning her arms to her body. The other hand covered her mouth stifling her scream.
"Quiet," he hissed. "If you scream, I have to hurt you. Understand?"
Sue shook her head in the affirmative. Fear gripped her soul as she wondered what could be next. Her attacker slowly removed his hand from her mouth. She felt something cloth against her lips as the dark hulk slipped a bandana with a knot tied in the middle into her mouth. He tied it tightly into place.
Next, he unbuttoned her blouse, nice and slow, and slipped it off her shoulders. He liked the softness of her skin as he slipped the almost see through cloth off her shoulders and onto the floor.
Her bra was next. He unfastened the hooks and let it slide down her arms and onto the floor. He pulled her arms behind her back. He crossed her wrists and bound them with another bandana. She was now gagged and helpless. Her nipples responded with a will of their own. They stood up rock hard. His hands fondled her bare breasts. He played with her hard nipples. She surrendered to the pleasure that was coursing through her body. She moaned through the gag in her mouth.
He reached down and unfastened her pants. They slid down her legs and onto the floor. She slipped her feet out of the legs of the slacks. He slipped his hand under the band on her panties and slid it down to her aching clit. His middle finger explored the wetness of her womanhood. The panties slid down her thighs and onto the floor.
"Spread your feet apart," her attacker whispered.
She knew the penalty for doing so. His invading hands and fingers would have free access to her vagina. She would be at his mercy. Her thighs opened as though they had a mind and a will of their own. And, as soon as she spread them open, his finger slipped deeply into her cunt. She gasped as he began to fuck her with his finger. With one hand, he worked her nipples and her tits. With the other hand he finger fucked her. She was panting hard and moaning loudly through her gag. Her bound hands sought and found his hard manhood. She rubbed his cock through his pants with her hands. She came three or four times. To be honest, she lost count, but she knew she was cumming.
He stepped around in front of her. He was dressed in black. He had one of those woolen masks on that covered the entire face. Masks like the soldiers wore when they didn't want anyone to see their faces. He took a firm hold on her breasts and began to walk backward. He led her, by her tits, into the next room. It was a bedroom.
He sat her down on the side of the bed. He knelt and tied her ankles together with another bandana. She was helpless to stop whatever fate awaited her. She wasn't sure she wanted to stop whatever fate awaited her.