Author's note - This is just a quick scene but I didn't feel it really fit with either of the chapters around it so I'm letting it stand alone. There is a non-consent element to this chapter, so fair warning if that isn't something you want to read.
This story is filed in Novels but is heavily BDSM in nature so feel free to skip over it if that's not your thing!
Thanks everyone for continuing to read and support this story! For those just jumping in here, I recommend starting at chapter 1 to fully understand the characters and background.
Thanks also to ftw752 for continuing to give me help with editing!
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I woke up suddenly in the dark of night to the feeling that someone was in the room. I could feel the bulk of a body in the bed behind me so when I saw a shadowy figure sneaking through the dark room my adrenaline went off the charts. I was frozen in fear, hoping whoever it was would just take our cash and go. I closed my eyes hoping it would all be over soon.
A few silent moments later I realized the figure was right by my side of the bed. I slowly peeked one eye open to see the person standing over me in the darkness. I was just about to scream when I hand clamped over my mouth. A ball gag followed a minute later and when I went to fight my attacker off he caught my hands and started restraining me to the bed. At least, I thought it was a he. Whoever it was seemed very strong, and I was in trouble. I thrashed around hoping to wake Pat up and was silenced when my attacker smacked first one breast and then the other. I cried out around the gag but it was no use.
My attacker grabbed the cuffs on my ankles and, using a short piece of chain, attached them to each wrist so my feet were pulled open and back leaving my holes on display. I was mortified at being handled like this in the dark by a stranger. And why wasn't Pat waking up? He was usually a lighter sleeper then this.
I shuddered as my attacker climbed on the bed and situated himself between my legs. I could tell for sure now that he was a man, and he had a nice looking tool he was planning to use on me. My pussy clenched at the thought of being taken, but I was terrified that I knew nothing about what would happen after.
The man reached one hand toward my pussy and swiped two fingers up through my slit, gathering my juices and spreading them on my chest. I tried but failed to stifle a moan at the contact. I was so fucking horny apparently my body didn't care who I got it from today.
As I was admiring the body in front of me in the dark, I started to realize that even in the faint light, it looked familiar. I looked again at Pat's side of the bed and realized several pillows had been stacked under the covers to look and feel body-like, at least enough to confuse my sleepy mind when I first woke up.
