Kat turned onto her side and reached out for the shrilling telephone on the bedside cabinet. The room was dark, the luminous digits on her bedside clock showing that it was a little after two in the morning. Kat's heart was stilled for a moment as she wondered what could be so urgent that someone would phone her. Sleepily, she lifted the receiver and held it close to her ear. The receiver was silent, save for the slightest hiss of an open line.
"Hello. Hello?" Kat said into the mouthpiece.
Still the only sounds in her ear were the whisper of an open connection and the throb of her heartbeat. She swallowed, and lifted herself into a sitting position. The room felt cold, as though a window had been opened, letting a cool current of air into the room. Her eyes slowly widened and she looked around, picking out the glimmer of starlight on the dressing table mirror and the glint of the handle on the door to the landing.
"Soon." a voice whispered from the earpiece in her hand.
There came the metallic click of a disconnection and the low burr of a dial tone. Nervously, Kat replaced the receiver and looked around the room again, reaching for the switch of her bedside lamp. Before her fingers could push the button, a blinding shaft of light stabbed out from the corner of the room, dazzling her painfully. Kat lifted her hand to shield her watering eyes from the beam. A voice, that she recognised from the telephone call of a moment ago growled from behind the torch that was being shone into her eyes.
"Don't move." the voice commanded.
Kat froze, her hand halfway to her face, and screwed her eyes into slits. The light moved closer, bobbing a little, but still blinding her. Prickles of fear made the hair stand on the back of her neck and beads of icy sweat formed at the base of her throat and slid slowly between her breasts. The chill air made her nipples tighten, pressing against the silk of her red pyjamas. She could feel the air move, as a hand and arm appeared in the backwash of the torch beam, and smell a mixture of dust and cheap cologne. She sat, paralysed with fear, as the hand lifted a bag and pulled it down, over her head. She felt a cord being tightened around her throat, not tight enough to strangle her, but closing the bottom of the bag, so that all she could see was the wash of light on the cloth.
"W-w-what do you want?" Kat stuttered.
"Just do as you're told and everything will be fine." the voice whispered in her ear.
Kat trembled as she felt the bed sink a little from the weight of somebody lowering themselves onto the mattress. Unseen fingers plucked at the buttons holding her pyjama jacket closed and she felt the silk sliding over her skin. Rough, calloused hands pushed the jacket off her shoulders, so that it fell in a heap on the bed behind her. Kat bit her lip and tried not to cringe away as the hands reached for her and ran over the rounded, velvety skin of her belly, moving upwards until she could feel his fingers caressing her breasts. Kat shivered as his hands curved about the taut globes, lifting them and kneading them in his palms. His touch was gentle, contrasting with the rough calluses on his palms and, despite her fear, Kat found her nipples hardening, poking erectly from the puffy islands of her aureoles. The fingers slid over the swell of her breast, tracing circles around the base of her nipples, moving closer to the hard points. Kat moaned into the cloth over her face, as the fingers closed around her nipples, pulling on the hard points and twisting them until they felt bruised and tender. Kat moaned into the cloth over her face, biting her lip to keep from crying out.
The hand moved lower, his fingers gripping her waist firmly, and she felt hot breath warming her nipple and moist lips gripping it firmly. The tip of his tongue lashed against the hard point, flicking it and Kat shuddered, feeling her pussy starting to moisten. She felt him sucking on her nipple, drawing it into his mouth and stretching it, almost painfully, then nipping the point with the edge of his teeth. Kat groaned in the back of her throat as her pussy flooded with her juices again, staining the crotch of her pyjama pants.
He took hold of her hands and pulled them forward, pushing her back onto the bed, so that she was laid flat. She felt his weight shift on the bed and her hips were pinned, as he straddled her. He guided her hands towards his body and she felt something thick and hot brushing against her fingertips. Closing her hands, she took hold of his cock, feeling the heat and hardness of his erect shaft. Kat closed her eyes and slowly moved her hands along the hot, hard flesh. The swollen tip was slippery from the pre-cum that had oozed from the eye and she could feel his shaven balls heavy and tight, beneath the base of his shaft.
