Janet walked in the front door, it was strangely dark in the house. Fumbling for the light switch she closed the door. When Janet flipped the switch nothing happened. Setting the stack of papers she was holding in her arm on the floor she put her purse on the table in the entryway. Hoping it was just a burned out bulb in the entry, Janet made her way along the wall, sliding past the coat closet and the junk closet.. She felt the air move in the entryway behind her just as she ran into something blocking her way. Before Janet could figure out what was blocking her way, her wrists were pinned together against her chest and a hand covered her mouth. A split second before panic set in he spoke, " Stay calm and quiet and you'll enjoy what is about to happen to you."
The voice was almost a whisper, Janet thought she recognized it but couldn't be sure. A gag replaced the hand over her mouth quicker than she could say anything much less scream for help. Her wrists were crossed and bound with plastic restraint strips. As he bent her over the object that had blocked her way, Janet realized it was a couch that normally sat across the room from the entryway. She felt cold steel against her back as he raised her blouse up, he cut the buttons off her skirt and it fell to the floor. Even in the darkness Janet felt exposed, her ass up in the air covered only by her panties and bordered by her garter belt. The knife slid up under her blouse and cut her bra strap then opened the back of the blouse like it was paper. He had kept her pinned down from the moment he had grabbed her, although she new how to protect herself from attack, any one needed some wiggle room to fend an attacker off and Janet just didn't have it. She gasped as her panties were ripped off.