I sat on my bed, leaning against the headboard with one leg crossed over the other. A tablet sat propped on my thigh, playing a sitcom. An old episode of Friends, a perfect bit of mindless entertainment for a cozy Saturday evening.
My housemate, Allison, poked her head into my room. "Hey, I'm gonna go get your present, 'kay?"
Pausing the video, I returned her smile. "Looking forward to it!" Indeed, I had been eagerly anticipating today for quite a while now. My present wasn't a surprise, though, it was something Allison and I had picked out together a couple weeks ago.
"Be back in, mmm, maybe two hours?" she said.
"Alrighty." I unpaused my video. On my nightstand was a small collection of snacks. Some chips, a dip and a cup of tea. I reached over to grab a few of the chips, careful not to spill any crumbs on the bed.
A few moments later, I heard the front door close with a soft thud, causing the house to fall silent. All that could be heard was dialogue coming from my tablet, punctuated with the cheesy laugh track typical of 90s sitcoms.
I was so engrossed that I didn't hear the quiet creaking coming from the living room. During a lull in the show, the sounds passing through my bedroom's door became more apparent. Footsteps, barely audible. Soft thuds accompanied by a light scraping sound, as if a shoe was being lightly scraped over wood from each step taken.
I paused the video and turned the tablet off. My room's lights were still switched on, though, making me feel rather exposed. I looked in wide-eyed horror as I started to see movement in the room beyond, indicated by flickering shadows. Shit! An intruder?
As a petite girl in my twenties, I wouldn't stand much of a chance against a man. Unless he was a scrawny one. But people who break into other people's houses are never the scrawny type, are they? A glance around yielded no usable weapons. I suppose I could toss my tea at him, but the tea was barely lukewarm at this point, I didn't think it would be of much help.
Hide under the bed! Of course, what was I doing, thinking about throwing away perfectly good tea. I quickly slid off the bed, intending to squeeze under it, where I could hopefully hide until the intruder leaves.
Unfortunately, just as my feet touched the floor, someone appeared at my door. A large man, probably a foot taller than me and with considerably more bulk. He locked eyes with me and froze. He probably thought the house was empty when he saw Allison leave.
"Make a noise, and you'll regret it," he said in a gruff voice. He got over his initial shock at finding an occupant still around, and started to advance on me.
"Please," I said in a small voice, "please leave me alone. I won't scream."
My pleading fell on deaf ears. As he made his way over, he picked up two shirts off my dresser and balled them up. He pushed me roughly back onto the bed and stuffed the cloth into my mouth. I tried to remove them, but he slapped my hands away.
He grabbed both my wrists in a single hand and pressed them above my head. Leaning in close, he raised a finger to his lips, then tugged the gag out of my mouth.
"Do as you're told, and I won't hurt you. I'm here for your things," he gestured vaguely towards the living room. "Not for you."
I could smell his hot breath on my face. No trace of alcohol, so at least he wouldn't have the unpredictability of a drunk. He had short hair, slightly ruffled, and a decently kept beard. If you saw him on the street, he'd look like a perfectly ordinary, upstanding citizen.
"My friend will be back soon," I whispered.
"Hah! Nice try. She took a taxi into town. She'll be gone at least an hour."
My eyes started to well up. Blinking away the tears, I pleaded with him again to leave me be. I promised him that I wouldn't scream for help.
He looked thoughtful for a moment, his gaze wandering down my body. No doubt he was mentally undressing me. "You know, I think I'll have some fun while I'm here."
"No... Please don't-"
He replaced the gag in my mouth, cutting off my plea for mercy.
With one hand still holding my arms fast against the bed, his other hand started to explore my breasts. He roughly grabbed my right boob, over the thin camisole I was wearing. He squeezed. I closed my eyes and turned away from him.
His hand slid under my top and started to caress my breasts. He pinched my nipples, pulling on them painfully before letting go. Releasing his grip on my wrist, he had his other hand join in fondling me. Even though my hands were no longer held down, I didn't dare resist. He was so much stronger, there was no chance I could do anything against him.
He slid my camisole up, exposing my B-cup tits. The cool evening air, together with the attention his hands were giving me, caused my nipples to quickly harden. He bent forward and took them in his mouth. Sucking on them. Gently rolling them between his teeth. I gasped, finding myself getting aroused despite the situation.
He smirked at me, and reached one hand down my shorts and rubbed it against my pussy. His fingers came away damp. "You resist, but it looks like you're enjoying it."
I shook my head vigorously, my protests muffled by the gag.
He pulled the gag out, a line of saliva pulling away with it. I swallowed the saliva that had started to pool in my mouth. Working my jaw, which had started to get sore, I glared at the man, who only smirked in response.
"Take your clothes off," he commanded.
"What?"
"Take them off. Or I'll put this back in," he gestured with the two shirts in his hand. "Then I'll rip your clothes off anyway. Your choice."
I believed him. It seemed like one way or another, I was going to get stripped. At least if I'm not gagged, I might have a chance to call for help later. I sat up and slowly pulled my top off over my head, rendering myself topless. He simply stood and stared. I could see a tent forming in his crotch area.
Hooking my thumbs under the waistband of my shorts, I pulled them down, then stepped out of them. My arousal was betrayed by the wet spot that had formed on my panties. I looked back at the man, hoping he would let me keep them on.
He regarded me but said nothing. Somehow, I understood. He expected me to fully strip. Blushing, I stepped out of my panties as well. Before long, there I was, standing naked in front of him, with one hand crossed over my breasts. A valiant but wholly insufficient attempt to protect my modesty.
Reaching around my nightstand, he pulled out some USB cables. I could only watch in horror as he bound my hands behind me. He wasn't rough about it, though. When he finished, he said, "too tight?"
I shook my head.
He guided me to the bed. Laying on my back with my hands bound behind me resulted in my hips being slightly elevated. While I laid there, he opened my closet and started to rummage around in it. A minute later, his search took him to the bottom-most drawer. My heart dropped. That was where I kept my-
"Well, well, look what we have here," he said, brandishing a small box. He placed it on the bed next to me. Reaching in, he unveiled a vibrator. This was my box of toys. The vibrator was shaped like the letter 'C', one end is inserted while the other is pressed against the clit. It came with a remote, which could toggle between a number of different vibration intensities.
He pried my legs apart. I tried to keep them closed, but he gave me a look that said plainly, "it'll only be worse if you resist." I abandoned the attempt and let him spread my legs to either side of him. Putting the vibrator down on the bed, he instead slid a finger along the lips of my pussy, causing me to shudder involuntarily. The throbbing deep within me intensified as he continued teasing me. Any remaining thoughts of resistance left. My body moved on its own accord, thrusting towards his fingers.
With a sly smile, he obliged, and inserted a finger into me. It slid in easily. He added another finger. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. With two fingers, he probed around my vagina, applying steady pressure while slowly thrusting them in and out.
Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out. I opened my eyes and gave him a pleading look. This time, pleading not to release me, but to continue my torment. He merely smiled.
"What's your name?" he asked, as he picked up the vibrator again.
"Emily," I whispered.
"Well, Emily, here's what you're going to do." He rubbed the tip of the vibrator along my slit.
"You're going to keep your legs spread wide." He gently pushed the tip in. I gasped, my hips contracting slightly.
"And you're going to keep quiet." He pushed it all the way in, then positioned it so that the other end was pressed against my clit.
He pressed a button on the remote. I jumped when the vibrator jerked to life. It buzzed both in me and against my sensitive clit. He had set it to the lowest setting. Enough to stimulate, but not enough to get me off.
He stood back and took in the sight of me on the bed, legs willingly spread wide, eyes half closed, and my hips bucking gently against the vibrations coursing through my pussy.
Satisfied, he started to poke around my vanity table. He returned with a handful of my jewelry and placed them on the edge of the bed. My phone and tablet joined them there. After a few more minutes of rummaging, he had found most of the sparse valuables I kept in my room. All the while, I had been edging closer and closer to an orgasm, but the vibrations were low enough that I was still quite a distance away from one.
He approached me and placed a hand on my cheek. With his other hand, he fondled my tits, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I was breathing heavily by this point.
"You're getting close," he said, with his lips only a foot away from mine.
I nodded.
Suddenly, he switched off the vibrator. I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding. My eyes flew open to meet his, a silent plea on my lips. He patted me on the cheek, then collected my valuables and left the room.
I suppose he went to stash my belongings in his car. When he didn't return after a few minutes, I glanced around the room. My body was starting to calm down, arousal quickly being replaced with fear again. My hands were still bound behind me, but other than that, I was free to move around. I rolled onto my side, swinging my legs onto the floor, and stood up from the bed. He had taken my phone, so calling for help was out of the question.
