There she is, sleeping in her bed, fresh out of the shower. Everyone has left for the weekend, leaving the house to herself. She doesn't mind though, she enjoys the peace. She's having a dream about unimportant, frivolous things when she's woken up by a sudden, heavy pressure on her whole body and something cold against her neck. Her eyes shoot open and she is face to face with a strange man. She realizes he has a knife to her throat.
"Don't make a god damn sound or I swear, I'll fucking kill you." He tells her. Her stomach tightens up and she feels a lump forming in her throat. She's visibly frightened, and the man likes it. He has a deep, intimidating voice and he's dressed in dark clothes. She can hardly even make out his face.
"Oh god, please don't hurt me..." She begs softly, her eyes are now closed tight.
"Shut your mouth." He growls, flipping her over, onto her stomach. The girl is wearing an oversized t-shirt and panties. He grins at the sight of her round ass and begins to tape her hands together, over her head. He uses his knife to cut her t-shirt off, while his other hand is pushing her head into the pillow. She can hardly breath and he has a tight handful of her hair.
After he cuts her shirt away he lifts her head up, "Don't you dare move or I'll cut you the fuck up." He threatens and moves down to her plump ass that's covered by pretty, cotton panties. He starts to tease her.
"You like that?" He asks. She only responds with a fearful whimper which he laughs at. He smells her and kisses her thighs. His kisses work their way up, until he's kissing her through her panties. The whole time he's running his hands over her ass and hips. Her body is betraying her, she's getting wet.