Once, there was a girl. She was a rather normal girl, with a sweet personality, but ordinary. The girl was responsible, pretty, if not quite beautiful with an unruly mop of auburn curls and piercing blue eyes. The young lady's greatest pride was her academic grades at her school. Every semester she made Dean's list, and the scholarships she won paid her way through school. She never caused a disruption and was a delight to her teachers. Life for her was simple, not complicated by boyfriends, or parties. She was completely ordinary, not noticeable in the least. Her name was Elizabeth.
Now as it happened Elizabeth was a very careful person, she looked both ways before crossing the street, washed her hands often, and always locked her dormitory door when her roommate was away. Normally she was meticulous about things like that, but this evening, her mind heavy from extensive studying Elizabeth forgot to lock the door. Perhaps it was fate. She changed out of her jeans and sweater and pulled an over-sized tee shirt over her body. After switching off the light, Elizabeth settled down to slumber, completely unaware of any danger.
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A chilly wind blew back the long coat of the stranger as he looked up at the third story window, void of light. His boots gleamed dully as he took the stone steps to the entrance of the dorm. A passing student cordially held the door for the stranger, making him goggle as how easy it was to breech security on campus. Shaking his head with a grin he went about finding the room that matched the window he gazed at outside. It was very little trouble with the inhabitant's name tagged on the door to each room they lived. The man chuckled softly; a deep rumble in his throat as he thought of the expensive security tax dollars went to in the state funded college. Just as well he didn't pay taxes. Turning aside smugness at how easily his entrance was attained, he found the door of his victim.
From the black leather bag that he carried the man drew a crowbar. He braced it in the doorframe and was pleasantly surprised when he turned the doorknob easily, unlocked. The man did not slow to thank fate for carelessness. He opened the door without even a small whine from the hinges. Ah, so that's where the tax money goes, he thought. He closed the door with a muffled click and locking it behind him. Checking both beds, to make sure there was no witness to bother with his eyes fell on the girl. She was sprawled on her back, one arm thrown carelessly in slumber over the side of the bed, legs win-milled, eyes closed tightly in the sweet innocence of repose. Her lips, like pale roses, were slightly parted as she breathed deeply.
First the man removed his coat and hung it neatly on the chair near the girl's desk. Then taking a length of fabric out of his black bag he gently, as to not wake her, tied it around her mouth as a gag. Next out came the glossy black rope. The man plucked one dainty wrist of the young student and with leather clad hands tied the wrist to its counterpart. The sleek black rope, woven from luxuriant silk contrasted with her pale skin.
With the movement Elizabeth stirred. A low mumbled moan escaped her lips through the gag, as if she were dreaming. When the girl stilled the stranger efficiently tied her bound writs to the bed's headboard, without as much as a peep from her. Slowly he pulled her comforter down off the girl's body, leaving her creamy legs naked in only her sleep shirt and navy lace panties.
These were easily disposed of the man thought as he flicked open his pocketknife, admiring the moonlight glinting off the stainless-steel blade. Starting at the collar he lifted the shirt away from Elizabeth's skin and cut a slit all the way down giving way to large, soft breast. Her chest freed, the man indulged in running his gloved hand over the heavy weight of the breast, enjoying the sleep-hot warmth of her skin, her nipple perked satisfactorily as the stranger thumbed it. With another two sharp flicks of the knife the sides of her panties were slashed. They came away slightly moist revealing a healthy patch of softly curling dark nest of hair, glistening with lubrication, even if the girl had not woken.
The stranger toyed with the idea of removing the gag from the girl since she miraculously slept soundly through his attention, even though it may not be the wisest course of action. He idly let his finger trace around her nipple, tightening it, and the traversed down her stomach to the verge of her mound making Elizabeth tremble and moan again, only slightly muffled by the gag. The sound of her made his cock twitch with lust. He loosened the gag from around the girl's mouth, though did not remove it for safety's sake. Softly he hovered his lips over hers, brushing them deceptively gently with his own, inhaling her scent.