McKenzie unlocked her front door and stepped into her home. Not seeing her mom's car in the drive, she knew no one was home. She went into the kitchen and checked the refrigerator door. Sure enough, there was a note and a twenty dollar bill. "Hi, sweetie," read the note. "It's going to be a late night for me, so go ahead and order yourself a pizza. Save me a few slices. Love you. Mom." McKenzie grinned. Her mom's late nights usually meant 10 or 11 o'clock, and it was only 3! As long as her homework got done before her mom got home, she could do pretty much anything she wanted to!
At 18 years of age, McKenzie was slightly behind her classmates in physical maturity. She seemed to have stopped in the gawky stage of her early teens. Her thin, reedy limbs had formed into long, coltish ones from her love of jogging, but her arms and body were still very slender. Her face just looked younger than her peers, and she had been mistaken for a high school freshman more than once. Even her short, brown-dyed-purple hair didn't help, although she thought the punkish hairstyle made her look her age. Her breasts were larger than most, thank God, and her ass was nice and tight, or so she had overheard from some of the boys in the hallway as she passed, when they thought she couldn't hear. Someday, maybe some of them would know just how large and how tight, but only when she was ready.
She went down the hall to her mom's room, checking to see if everything was where it should be. When she turned to leave, a hand darted out from around the corner and covered her nose and mouth. McKenzie inhaled in shock, and immediately began to feel woozy. She tried to fight her assailant, but her head became fuzzier and fuzzier until she blacked out.
***
Helen got in her car with a relieved sigh. The man she was scheduled to meet that evening had missed his flight and wouldn't be in until the next day, so she was able to go home on time. With an hour or so of traffic ahead of her, she figured she could get home before her daughter ordered the pizza. Maybe she'd take her out for dinner instead. Putting her car in gear, she headed off.
***
McKenzie slowly awoke to total darkness. She was lying on something soft, probably a bed, and there was really loud music playing nearby. It was her stereo, she realized since it was playing her latest CD, and she must be on her bed. The next realization was that it wasn't dark in her room. It was never this dark in her room, the streetlights always made some light so she could see a little. Something was wrapped around her head, covering her eyes. She tried to remove it, but couldn't. Her wrists were tied above her head, maybe to the bedposts. Her feet were similarly bound. It was only when she shivered that she realized the A/C was on and blowing over her bare skin. She was naked.
When she struggled against her bonds, a deep, masculine voice spoke, "Ah, awake at last, are we?" McKenzie froze at the sound of the voice. It rang with a dark amusement, and somehow she knew that the amusement was at her expense.
"Who are you?"
She could hear the smile in his voice. "That is not important. What IS important is that I know who YOU are. McKenzie." This time, she heard the longing in his voice, and she repressed a shudder.
McKenzie willed some force into her own voice, even though she felt barely able to speak from fear. "Well you'd better get the hell out of here. My mom will be home soon, and she carries a gun with her. She'll shoot your ass!"
The man laughed. "Oh, I don't think so." His voice came from a different place than before. It moved as he did, and he seemed to be pacing around the bed as he spoke. "You see, I know all about you. Maybe even more than you know about yourself. I know how you are doing in your classes. I know what boys at school you are interested in. I know who all your closest friends are." When he spoke again, it was a whisper in her ear, barely heard above the stereo. "And I know that your mother is working late tonight. We have HOURS of time together to enjoy."
She couldn't help but shiver at the voice in her ear. She could hear a longing and desire in it, and she was afraid she knew how he would satiate his hunger. "What do you want?" She jumped, pulling against her restraints, when she felt a finger touch her chin, and her body shivered again as it slowly moved down her neck, between her breasts, over her stomach, and stopped just above her pubic hair.
He spoke again, as if she hadn't said anything. "Yes, I've watched you for a long time. Watched and waited. And I can tell that you are going to be worth the long wait." She felt his fingers lightly run through her pubic hair, and she tried her best to close her legs, to deny him access to her most private area, but her legs were tied such that she could not. He sighed in what she took for pleasure, sick and twisted as it was.
"Help," she screamed, fighting fiercely against whatever was immobilizing her, to no avail. "Somebody please help me!" The heavy bass rumble from her stereo was the only response she heard.
"Now now," the man chastened. "None of that. You see, I think we can both enjoy what is going to happen here, but you are going to have to cooperate with me." His hand moved up to her left breast. He rolled her hard nipple between his fingers. "So, the first rule is, no screaming for help. The only screams I want to hear from you are the ones of pleasure you'll be making soon."
"FUCK you," she spat! "There's no FUCKING way I'm going to..." She cut off with a scream. He had clenched her nipple between to fingers and squeezed it cruelly. He held it for only a second or two, twisting it hard back and forth, but the agony that McKenzie felt made it seem so much longer. "God, please," she whispered in pain when he released her nipple, "please don't hurt me." She felt tears forming in her eyes, soaking into whatever it was that was covering them.
