"Ahhhhhhh.." sighed Amy as she settled down into her favorite chair. This chair was her favorite for various reasons. It was a red recliner with a long leg support. It had no arm rests providing her liberty of movement and allowed her to be comfortable in any position she wanted. She did almost everything in this chair. She ate in it, watched television in it, periodically falls asleep in it, and of course masturbated in it.
Tonight was no different. Amy switched on her steamiest porn DVD she had and leaned back. Looking at Amy, one would never imagine her to be the kind of girl who masturbates and watches pornography. She was proper, even prudish to a certain extent, in front of her friends and family. Mousy was what her colleges would describe her. Being single at 25, Amy decided to get her own apartment to increase her privacy and extend her personal space from her parents. Amy was used to being alone. She kept all her fantasies to herself and released her pent up sexual energy solely through masturbation.
With her eyes glued to the screen, Amy reached out for her tiny vibrator. She needed no lubricant as she slipped the tiny egg shaped machine in her already moist warm hole.
"mhhhmm.." Amy shivered deliciously as the vibrator hummed. She watched hungrily as the muscled man on screen ripped the thin cotton dress off the defenseless housewife. She started to pant as she watched the housewife tried to run from man to no avail. Amy's fingers, already on her clitoris, were circling the swollen nub in a rhythmic fashion. One hand crept up to her nipples poking out from her light yellow shirt. She squeezed her nipples, taking her time to alternate between the twin raisins. She used her nails to scrap her right nipple lightly, sending tugs to her nether regions. Amy raised her hips involuntarily as she gasped.
Amy was occupied. She was too occupied to notice her bedroom door inching open. Her moans and grunts and the soft screams from the television prevented her from hearing light footsteps approaching her chair. Amy was almost ready to come. Just a minute more and she was ready to give in to her need and allow her body to writh and squirm.
Suddenly, Amy found both her arms pulled roughly back. Large warm hands expertly manipulated her wrists and she realized her arms were tied tightly behind her chair. Before she could scream, she felt a cold hard edge on her neck and she saw a glint of metal. "Shut up or I'll fucking kill you", breathed a gruff voice. Amy did not dare turn her face as the knife was still on her neck. Her ragged breaths continued. She was in a whirl of emotions. Anger, fear, embarrassment.
The man pressed his cheek next to hers. She twitched, his stubble was so prickly. "Oh my god, you are such a horny thing." She felt him smirked as he surveyed the porn scene before him. "I can see you like it rough and hot eh." She trembled at the implication. He grabbed her panties off the floor and stuffed it into her mouth. He redrew the knife from her and relaxed.
"Now, let me take a good long look at you. You dont know how long I've waited for this." The man then came into Amy's line of sight. "Mmmmm" He nodded approvingly. Amy, red with embarrassment and anger thrashed out with her legs, making muffled sounds with her panties blocking out the actual words. He chuckled, almost good naturedly at Amy's poor attempt of retaliation. He squatted in front of her and held her kicking legs down easily. One leg on each side, exposing her whole naked lower half of her body to him. Tears started rolling down Amy's cheeks. He had painted a band of black along his eye region, not unlike Zoro, the masked crusader of good. Recognizing him was impossible through that disguise. He wore a tight black shirt which showed he worked out. His large hands were still on Amy's thighs as she looked at him through her tears.
