I woke up gasping, unable to remember the nightmare, only the feeling of stark terror. My forehead was beaded with sweat, and I was tangled up in the damp sheets. I lay still for a moment, waiting for my heart to stop hammering at my ribs. I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to understand why I couldn't see. Since I was a child, I've been afraid of the dark, and there are night lights in every room of my house. Tonight the room was pitch black, and suddenly my mouth was dry. I twisted my head to look for the clock on my nightstand, and that's when I heard a sharp snick.
"Don't move."
The hoarse voice whispered against my ear, and I knew what the noise had been. The opening of a folding knife. I tried desperately to break free of the sheets that trapped my legs, and now the whisper became a low, evil laugh.
"Your ankles are tied to the bedposts, slut. You really shouldn't have had so much to drink last night."
Oh God, now I remembered. The bar around the corner, and more drinks than I could count. No wonder my mouth was dry. Was this someone I had flirted with, and didn't even remember? I tried to prop myself up in the bed, but his hand flew out and grabbed my right wrist. Before I could even process it, my wrist was fastened securely to the headboard behind me. By the feel of it, it had to be rope, and he left no wiggle room. I punched at him with my left hand, but he laughed harder as he grabbed my hand easily and tied that wrist even more tightly. Now I was spread-eagled in my own bed, and I felt the mattress sag as he climbed on top of me.
'Please" I began, but his hand came down hard on top of my mouth.
"I'll gag you if I have to, Princess."
The words were still just above a whisper and gave me no clue as to what his voice sounded like. My eyes were adjusting to the darkness, but the man was still little more than the absence of light in a room full of shadows. He scooted backwards on the bed, still straddling my body. Yanking the sheets away in one sudden movement, he drew in a breath sharply.
"Beautiful..." he breathed.
Grabbing my nightgown in one fist, he slid his knife underneath. The fabric fell away as if it were made of butter rather than silk, and I realized how very sharp the knife must be. The edge floated slowly from the cleft between my breasts towards my lace panties. Those were cut away just as easily as my expensive gown, which was now a silk rag. I couldn't help myself, and I tried again.
"Please don't hurt me? There's cash in my purse - you can have it all!"
Now the man moved even further back, and cut my panties twice more. Scooping up the pieces of lace, he shoved them in my mouth. The unmistakable noise of ripping tape filled my ears a split second before my mouth was sealed shut.
"I did warn you to be quiet, now didn't I?"
My fate was sealed, and panic set in. I pulled against my restraints, but he knew what he was doing. The ropes had zero slack, and he shifted his weight on top of me yet again. I shook my head violently, which was the only movement I was allowed. My mouth quickly filled with the taste of my own cunt, and I blushed in the dark as I felt myself grow wet. I prayed he wouldn't notice, but now that I was immobilized, his rough hands roamed up and down my body, lingering between my thighs.
"Oh my, aren't you a naughty little whore?"
He slid his fingers between my increasingly wet folds, and I heard a slurping sound as he sucked them clean. He moaned, and I shivered in spite of myself, feeling my nipples grow hard. There was no way in hell he could have seen it as dark as the room still was, but somehow he seemed to know. His fingers dipped inside me again, and he found my nipples in the dark. He teased them into even stiffer peaks, moistening them with my juices. His head found them in the dark quite easily, and he moved from one nipple to the other, tongue darting. Then his hands were on either side of my breasts, pushing them together. Now his mouth closed on both nipples at once, and he caught them between his teeth. He pulled hard, and now I was the one moaning.
