Wham! The front door was broken in. Amber heard it from upstairs and she quickly jumped out of bed to go see what had happened. Suddenly the lights went out. As Amber's heart raced she felt her way back to the bed where she had been reading and then over to the night stand where the phone was. Picking up the receiver she heard dead silence.
She heard the door downstairs slam shut again and thought she may be able to go down the steps and into the kitchen to get her cellphone that was charging on its base and call the police. As she slipped down the corridor from the bedroom to the steps she didn't hear anything downstairs. Tip toeing she made her way down the steps one at a time careful to not make them creak at all.
She still hadn't heard anything but she had no idea if the second door slamming was the person leaving or just closing the door to prevent any unwanted intrusions while they ransacked the house or whatever it was they came for.
In the pitch black darkness of the house her eyes slowly adjusted and Amber was still terrified but alert to her immediate surroundings or so she thought. As she stepped into the kitchen she felt a hand go around her neck and a rag cover her face. After her first breath everything started to spin and she slipped away into the drug induced darkness.
When she awoke her hands were bound above her head and she felt a tingle in her pussy. While she had been unconscious the person had carried her up to her bed and tie her up and found the vibrator she left on her night stand and slipped it into her. There was a gag in her mouth and suddenly the flashbulb of a camera flashed in her eyes.
Oh my god, she thought, whomever this is taking pictures of me with my own camera, why would anyone do this she wondered.
A hand reached out in the darkness and lightly slapped her face, a little rough but more than enough to bring her back into the moment. She knew she was in trouble here and her husband was not due back home for another few days from his current business trip. She just prayed she would still be alive when he got back. Their last phone conversation the night before had ended in an argument, a stupid one she thought now, she hoped she would at least be able to pick up the phone again and tell him she loved him. But that was neither here nor there right now she had to figure out how to please whomever this was and try and not allow herself to be raped or killed.
The hand came back this time to roughly pinch and rub her nipples causing them to involuntarily become erect. The touch was abrasive yet at the same had a touch that excited her. No, she couldn't allow herself to enjoy this, she had to prevent it. Suddenly the hand dropped down her belly and to the valley between her thighs. The hand wrapped around the vibrator humming inside her and pulled it out and spun the dial at the bottom to high and pushed it back inside. In and out the vibrator worked and as her body started to writhe even through her own mental protests she started to quiver with intense vibrations.
Flash! Again the bulb to a camera went off and another picture was taken. She no longer cared, perhaps if all this person wanted was to scare her a little and to take a few pictures and get her off while doing it she could endure the humiliation and violation without actually being penetrated by this persons fingers or if it was a man, his prick.
