Rinsing the bubbles from my hair and turning off the steaming hot water, I step out of the shower into the chilly air of the bathroom. Towelling my body dry, I take extra time drying my sensitve nipples and running my hands over them, pinching them softly. I turn on the blow dryer, working my fingers through my tangled hair, working out the snarls and knots. I pick up my brush and begin to dry my hair in earnest when I think I hear a noise downstairs. I click off the dryer, listening intently for a few seconds. Deciding that my over-active imagination is running away with me again, I turn the blow dryer back on and finish drying my hair. I slip into a sexy pair of black lacy thong panties, and then slide luxuriously into the matching black, thigh length robe.
Opening the bathroom door, releasing a puff of steam ahead of me, I step out onto the landing of the staircase. Immediately, I sense someone or something a few steps below me on the stairs. I turn quickly, to dart into my room, but I am caught from behind, a strong arm cinching around my waist, dragging me back against a hard, hairy chest.
I begin squirming and open my mouth to shout when a large hand clamps over my lips and a low, deep voice growls into my ear, "Hush, baby. Don't fight and you won't get hurt any more than necessary."
I can feel him pushing me forward, leading me into my room. He pushes me roughly onto the bed, falling beside me as I turn to look at him.
He grabs my hair and forces my face down into my bedspread, growling deeply again, "No! Don't try to look at me again, or you'll be sorry! Do you understand?"
I nod my head the best I can with his grip on my hair. This must have satisfied him because he released my hair, saying, "I'm going to get up for a second, but if you even look like you're going to try anything, I'm going to hurt you." I lay perfectly still as I felt his weight shift and then leave the bed. I could hear him rustling around, and a zipper sound, like a backpack or duffel bag.
I feel him get back on the bed, then the cool slide of silk over my face as he ties a blindfold behind my head. "Now get up," he says, grabbing my arm and pulling me to my feet. I stand there next to the bed, trembling, willing myself not to cry. I hear the sounds of clothes being removed, the slight 'snick' of a button being undone, and the abrasive sound of a zipper, the kind that come on blue jeans, not suit pants. I sense him moving away from me, hear the almost silent squeak of him sitting on the edge of the bed, about 5 feet off to my left.
"Slowly, turn towards the sound of my voice, and then take off your robe." I turn to face him, my fingers shaking as they fumble with the tie on the robe. I finally manage to get the knot undone, slipping the robe down off my shoulders, holding it over my breasts.
"What's your name?" he asks me abruptly.
"Gabrielle." I manage to whisper.
"Well, Gabbie," he says with a hint of sarcasm, "If you don't get that robe off like I told you, I'm going to make this alot worse for you."
I slowly lower the robe, allowing it to drop completely off my arms and puddle on the floor around my feet. I stand very still, my arms at my sides, knowing how exposed I am to this stranger.
"Mmmm," I hear him grate out, "Such a beautiful girl. Sexy panties, Gabbie, were you planning on company?"
"N-no," I whisper.
"Do you always wear such sexy underthings when you're by yourself?" He asks, and I can hear the roughness of lust in his voice.
"Yes," I say, my voice betraying my fear.
"I think you were going to come in here and have a little party with yourself, weren't you, Gabbie?" Still, the lust and humor in his voice making me blush.
Refusing to tell him the truth, I shake my head and mumble, "No."
He's up off the bed before I even have time to realize that he's going to grab me again. I feel him grab both of my arms, and swing me over onto the bed, landing on my back. He's lying beside me again, and I can feel that he has removed all of his clothes. "Now, Gabbie, I don't believe you. So, you're going to masturbate for me now, and I'm going to enjoy watching you."
I shake my head no, and he pulls my hair again, bringing my face to his. "You'll do exactly what I say, or you never know what will happen to your pretty room mate." I stiffen, wondering how he knows my room mate, Krissy. She's out of town for the weekend.
"You wouldn't want anything bad to happen to her, now would you, Gabbie?" He asks, his mouth against my cheek. I shake my head frantically.
"Good. . . now pleasure yourself . . .just pretend that I'm not even here." I feel him move off the bed, and I'm not sure where he is now.
I slowly bring my hands up and cup my breasts, lightly pinching each nipple. I'm trying hard to concentrate on a way out of this mess, but wondering where he is and focusing on keeping him happy make it hard. My nipples quickly respond to my fingers, hardening into tiny, dark pink nubs. I run my fingers over my ribcage, then back up to my breasts, smoothing my palms over them, feeling my nipples poke stiffly upwards.
"Lower, Gabbie. Spread your legs and touch yourself." He's standing at the foot of the bed. I move one of my hands down from my breast to my belly, rubbing over my shaven mound, slipping beneath the fabric of my thong. I run my fingers over my pussy lips, spreading them with my fore finger and my middle finger. I can feel the cool breeze across my clit as it begins to swell. I try to avoid touching it, not wanting to lose control in front of this stranger.
I feel his weight on the bed between my legs, his warm hand running up my calf to the ticklish area behind my knee. He slides his body up further, cupping my breast in his hand, his face inches from my pussy.
"Mmmm, I can see the first bit of slickness on your fingertips." His hand pinches my nipple hard as he growls, "Put your fingers inside, Gabbie."
I slip my index finger into my hole, feeling my wetness. He rolls over, and I feel his breath on my exposed clit, then the flick of his tongue against it. I tense up, knowing I can't just lie here while this stranger makes me bring myself to orgasm while he teases my clit. He pulls my hand away, and I feel his fingers pulling my thong to the side as his mouth devours my pussy, his tongue lapping at my slippery hole, his teeth nipping at my lips.
I'm quickly approaching the point of no return, and while I can still think somewhat clearly, I roll to my side and kick out with my foot, kicking him squarely in the chest. He grabs me by the ankle, pulling me toward him. I feel him press something cold and hard against my upper back, and then a sizzling pain as my body goes limp. Right away, I know he has a stun gun. I never lose consciousness, but my body is totally limp for a few seconds, my nerve endings screaming in agony.