It was just like any other Friday night.
The lights were turned out leaving the house dark. All except the study which was glowing softly with the light of precisely twenty-eight candles.
Quiet classical music filled the air, the record player crackling in complaint of the well loved record it was turning.
This is how Amelia liked her Friday nights. Although she was young and beautiful, a fresh 20 year old with heavy, D cup breasts and a trim, toned waist and a soft, luscious ass... Amelia preferred to stay in with her books.
That is exactly where she was tonight, bent over her desk in the far corner of the study, her nose practically buried in the book she was reading. It was a fascinating tale of two star cross'd lovers in fair Verona, one of her favorites books. She was so engrossed in the scene she was reading that she dismissed the study door slowly creaking open as her beloved cat entering the room. She was so focused on each word that her mind didn't even register the quiet, heavy foot steps slowly approaching her from behind.
Her mind caught up with her reality just as his large hand closed over her mouth. She knew she was in trouble as his arm shot across her chest, crushing her into the back of her chair.
Amelia instantly went into panic mode, kicking her feet, her hands flying up to his arm and trying to pry it off. Behind her, he chuckled, his breath washing across the back of her neck. His arm wasn't moving.
Amelia struggled harder, pushing the rolling desk chair backwards, throwing him off balance. As he hit the floor she bolted out of the chair and made a break for the door. It was so close she could have touched the door frame but her hopes of escape were dashed as she felt his strong hand wrap around her ankle. Amelia crashed to the floor hard, bashing her head against the warm hardwood as she landed.
And everything went black.
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A gentle, deep humming woke Amelia. As she returned to consciousness a throbbing pain seared across her forehead. She tried to raise her hand and access the damage but it wouldn't move, wait a minute, it was tied! She twisted her wrists in the rope, trying to find some give and free herself but having no luck. A panicked whine escaped her mouth as she fully came to, realizing the depth of her predicament.
The humming stopped.
"Ahhh, I see you're finally awake my little book worm."
Amelia's eyes flew open and focused on the voice with some effort as she was laid out across the top of her desk, her hands bound above her head, her feet dangling free over the edge.
She located him. He was lounged out on the couch against the wall, tucked between two bookcases. His large form dwarfed the full size couch. Amelia could see his muscular arms and chiseled chest, an eight pack abdomen giving way to a clearly defined V that disappeared into his blue jeans... where was his shirt? He had one on before didn't he?... Amelia started kicking her feet although it didn't make any difference she'd be damned if she didn't try.
"Untie me this instant! Get out of my house!" Amelia shrieked at him, feet still wildly kicking at thin air.
He stood quickly and was suddenly by her side, calmly but firmly pressing his hand over Amelia's beautiful, full and pouty lips. She bit at his fingers and he delivered a smart slap to her right cheek, shocking her into momentary silence.
"You will be quiet." He spoke quickly and quietly with an terrifying intensity. "I will let you go when I am good and ready but until then you will obey me or you will get hurt. Do you understand little girl?" He narrowed his eyes at her and cocked his head to the side as he waited for her response. Amelia was terrified. She had a feeling this guy didn't want money or valuables. She nodded her head silently as tears brimmed her pretty blue eyes.
"Good." He nodded and stepped back, his eyes sweeping over his prize and letting out a low whistle of approval.
"Please don't hurt me, I'll give you anything you want just leave me alone and get out of my house." Amelia pleaded with him, tears falling down the side of her face and wetting her brunette curls.
"I said be quiet, I will not tell you again." He said, his eyes trailing over her ample breasts, down her white shirt to the cute, pastel pink sleep shorts she was wearing.
Amelia self consciously squeezed her thighs together, his hot gaze felt like it was violating her precious body through her clothes. She sobbed and writhed around on the desk, again, trying wiggle out of the rope binding her wrists.
He clucked his tongue in disapproval and Amelia stopped, scared of what he might do next. He took a quick, decided step closer to her and she flinched, squeezing her eyes shut, expecting to be slapped again. Instead, she heard a button being unsnapped, she kept her eyes closed and prayed he'd just go away to no avail.
Amelia felt something cold and metallic press against the top of her thigh, her eyes shot open and she tried to wiggle away from the object, a small scream escaping her lungs as she realized he had a knife.
"Ah ah ahh..." He chided her "If you thrash around like that you could get hurt." He ran the blade across her thigh and up under her loose, cotton shorts. She felt the blade slide under the waistband and a defeated sob wracked her body as he pulled the knife upwards in a smooth, strong cut. The blade sliced through her shorts like a warm knife through butter.
"Mmmmm, Amelia, I've always loved your soft skin, I can't wait to see more of it." He said as he smiled down at her.
Cold fear gripped Amelia's heart.
"How do you know my name, please stopppp thisss." Amelia ended with a pleading wail.
"I've waited for so long for this, watched you, noted your schedule... I'm not stopping until I'm done with you my dear." He declared as he moved the knife to the other thigh, repeating the slide and smooth cut. He gripped the fabric nestled between Amelia's thighs, the last form of protection against his greedy eyes.
"Nooooo!!!" Amelia screamed desperately as he pulled the torn shorts away, flicking them onto the floor as Amelia's smooth, bald pussy came into view.
"Oh you little minx! No panties?!" He exclaimed in sincere astonishment and pleasure.
Amelia twisted on the desk, frantically trying to cover herself. Whimpering in her vulnerable position, the tears flowing down her face in hot, wet torrents.
"Be careful!" He teased her, waving the knife in front of her face, instantly stilling her. "I don't think you'd look as pretty with scars on that soft skin of yours..." he said as he lowered the blade to her chest, running it down her cleavage and catching it on her white V neck shirt.
Tears blurred Amelia's vision as she heard the fabric ripping, feeling the tug as her shirt gave way to the wicked blade.
"Oh God, please make it stoppp" she thought as her shirt fell to either side of her body, revealing her large breasts and pretty pink nipples.
"Mmmmm just as I imagined... perfect." He murmured as he dropped the knife on the desk, his hands going to her breasts, cupping them softly then firmly squeezing them, jiggling them, his rough thumbs grazing across her nipples. He pinched them and tugged and Amelia cried harder, the pain shooting through her body, down to her clit? Her hardening clit? No, no this isn't supposed to turn her on, this is rape!
"Pleaseee stopppp, let go of meee!" Amelia cried out, rubbing her thighs together and trying to twist away from his evil.... arousing.. hands.
*SLAP!*
