I had been watching her for a while, ever since she moved into my building, in my mind she was the sexy blonde girl from the pool. She was 5'5 and was clearly athletic, with toned abs and incredibly sexy legs. The first time I saw her tanning, she was wearing a two piece bikini which showed off her tattoos, white on top and black with designs on the bottom. Every guy at the pool was watching her, but I knew she had to be mine. The plan started as a fantasy at first, sitting at home, thinking about all the ways I would use her tight body, imagining how her belly button piercing would bounce around while she rode my cock. Jazmine was her name; I overheard it in the elevator when some pathetic guy was trying to chat her up. He didn't have a chance, but I did. I was a hunter, and Jazmine was my prey.
I had been planning what I was going to do for months, and that fateful Friday night was the night it had come to pass. She lived two doors down from me, so I was pretty familiar with her schedule, so when I saw her leave that night, I kept an eye out. She was dressed to kill in a skin tight black dress and high heels, so I knew she must have been going out to a club with her friends. So I waited, hoping she would come home a little drunk, giving me the opportunity I had been waiting for. And finally, she did.
Around 1 am, I heard her stumbling down the hall giggling, while on the phone with her friends. She told them she had made it home safe, and was going to get in bed. Her speech was slurred, and I knew, I knew tonight was the night. I had everything prepared and ready to go. Waiting an extra hour to give her time to sleep, I slipped out my door and down the hall to hers.
This old apartment building is owned by a sleazy landlord, so the door lock wasn't hard to pick, and it wasn't long until I was inside her apartment. Moving quietly, I looked around, and discovered that the layout was very similar to my apartment, so it wasn't hard to find her bedroom. Stepping up to the door, I could see my drunken prize passed out on the bed, she had managed to get her clothes changed, and was wearing a pink sports bra and sweats. Once I was sure she was out cold, I set to work.
Stepping over to the bed, I gently took each hand and wrapped a velvet rope around wrists, which I then secured the base of the headboard, holding her arms in place. Next I placed a blindfold over her eyes, and proceeded to secure her legs in the same way, holding her body spread eagle on the bed, completely vulnerable with only cloth between me and her most intimate parts. There she was, my prize, all secured and waiting for me. Leaning over the bed, I began gently playing her breasts, massaging each one in my hands through her bra, careful not to wake her. In her drunken state, her body responded to my touch, letting out a small moan, unaware that her body was being assaulted in her own bedroom. I couldn't hold back anymore, as I pulled her bra up, exposing her breasts. Leaning down I sucked first one, then the other, taking time to enjoy the taste of her flesh between my lips. Enjoying myself as I was, I couldn't resist getting rougher, which is what made her start to scream.
Clamping my hand down over her mouth, I could feel her whole body shake and thrash against her restraints, trying desperately to scream through my hand. "If you keep screaming and fighting, then I will have to hurt you, and neither of us want that, so why don't you calm down for me?" I growled in her ear. As her body continued to thrash, and the muffled screams became louder, I decided to take things to the next level. The soft snap of my switchblade opening next to her ear made her stop thrashing, and the feel of cold metal sliding down chest brought everything to a complete and quiet stop. "Now then," I said in a quiet voice, "I am going to take my hand away from your mouth, and we are going to talk. If you try to scream, then I will bring the knife back out. Nod if you understand what I am saying." There is a brief pause before finally she gives me a quick nod.
Holding up my end of the bargain, I move my hand away from her mouth, and she quickly starts questioning me. "Who the hell are you? How did you get into my apartment?!" Her voice is full of rage, but I can hear the slight quiver to her words in what she says next. "Why am I blindfolded? Please... Take anything you want, I have cash in my purse. We can pretend like this never happened! Just please, let me go and get out of my home."
I almost feel bad, but I came here with an objective, and I wasn't leaving until I finished it. "I'm sorry Jazmine, but I'm not going to leave. What do I want? Well, that should be obvious by the fact that you're tied to a bed, now shouldn't it? Think hard about it..." As I spoke, I could see her start to breathe heavily, making her tits sway back and forth. She was a brave one though, my sexy blonde. She didn't say a word until I slapped her. As her head reeled back forward and the tears started, I asked again. "Tell me Jazmine, why do you think I am here? What do I want?" I was afraid I would have to hit her again as she laid there silently with her chest puffed up anticipating what came next, but as I watched and waited, the fire slowly faded away, and she gave up.
"You're here to rape me."
She looked so beautiful uttering those words out loud, with tears running down her cheeks, just like I had imagined it every single night. "I am, I'm going to rape you, but if you cooperate, it'll be a lot less painful on you. So what do you say, if I release your legs, do you promise to do exactly as I say without fighting back?" There was no hesitation this time, the fight was gone.
"I promise."
"Good girl."
Climbing off the bed, I untied first one leg, then the other, being careful to watch and make sure she wasn't going to try and kick me, but she didn't. Her fight was gone, and it wasn't coming back. Reaching up, I began pulling her black sweats down, I could see her pussy in the lights coming through the window. Shaved completely with not even hair to protect her privacy anymore, Jazmine was mine. In that moment, my plans changed. I still wanted her, but I wanted her to enjoy it as well. I wanted to see what her body would look like in the throes of an orgasm. Climbing on the bed, between her spread legs, I began gently massaging her pussy, running my thumb over her slit to find the clit.
