The chair was in the center of the bedroom facing the door. Her ankles were tied to the frame of the chair's legs in such a way that they were almost touching her thighs, well off of the floor. Her hands were tied behind her and anchored to the crosspiece of the chair legs. Ropes encircled her upper arms, crisscrossing above and below her firm breasts. The rope running down between her legs was pulled tightly, cleaving her shaven lips and imbedded deep inside her ass, tied to the several turns of rope around her waist. The vibrating dildo tied perpendicular on the crotch rope just above her pubic mound was buzzing quietly, sending vibrations deep inside her along the length of the invasive rope. A folded washcloth filled her mouth completely, held in place by a long strip that ran from one side of her nose, under her chin and up the other side with several strips across her mouth and the lower part of her face. Moaning deeply, she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the dildo's assault on her clit.
The man wearing the black ninja-style hood waited behind the door, watching the girl tied to the chair intently. The bulge in his pants betrayed his intent and he took several deep breaths to maintain control and not give in to the urge to satisfy himself with her now. In one hand he held a wide-strap ballgag. The girl's mother was due home any minute now and he knew she would head for the bedroom eventually. He did not have long to wait.
They both heard the car pull into the driveway, the subsequent closing of the car door and the sound of footsteps walking up the front porch. A key was turned in the lock and the front door opened and closed. Wide-eyed, the girl struggled against the ropes, mmphing behind her gag in a vain attempt to warn her mother. Both heard the footsteps entering the kitchen and then walking towards the bedroom. Mom stopped in her tracks just inside the bedroom doorway as she saw her daughter tied, gagged, naked, violated by the pulsating crotch rope. She never saw him emerge from behind the door. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back. Holding them firmly with one hand, he forced the ballgag against her lips with his other hand.
"Do what I say and no one will get hurt," he said. "Nod if you understand." She nodded quickly. "Open your mouth," he commanded. She complied and he buckled the strap behind her head, the ballgag now deep into her mouth. Peeling off strips of tape that he had pre-positioned on his jacket sleeve, he taped the lower half of her face with two strips from cheek to cheek running under her chin and then layering the rest over her mouth, just like he had done with her daughter. She felt the rope that he had pulled from his pocket encircle her wrists, wrapping several turns around and cinching it tightly. He made sure he tied the knots out of reach of prying fingers.
