It had been such a long day. I was exhausted as I let myself in the door and dropped my bags on the table. To make matters worse, I came home through a violent storm, and I was drenched from the pouring rain. I would be glad to peel off the wet clothes that were clinging to my body. I immediately headed for the shower. I didn't waste any time. I was naked in a matter of moments, getting in under the warm spray of water and just letting it rinse away all the stress of the day. I could feel my body start to relax as the water rushed over my skin. I closed my eyes and thought about how great I was going to sleep tonight.
I finally stepped out and grabbed a towel and began to dry off, taking a few moments to rub my head to dry my hair. It could have been that I was under the towel and muffled, but suddenly I stopped, thinking I had heard a noise that sounded suspiciously like the creak of a footstep on the floorboards. Pausing for a moment I listened, heart skipping a fast little staccato beat, but all I could hear were the sounds of the rain and thunder outside and my short, nervous breathing. Relaxing again, I figured that it must have been the wind. I threw the towel over the bar and walked out, flipping all the lights out and heading straight for the bed. I was going to crawl under the covers and pass out. I knew I would sleep like a baby. I snuggled down under the blankets and pulled them up over my naked body, and within moments I was sound asleep.
It was the thunder that woke me up. My eyes flew open as I heard the crash of the window suddenly swing open. It was one of those fancy casement windows, and if it wasn't tightly latched the wind would catch it and push it in. A couple seconds went by before I was awake enough to comprehend that the wind and rain were pouring in. I knew that I had latched the window the previous day, and I puzzled over that as I swung my feet to the floor and stood up to walk across the room. The lightning was flashing bright, illuminating the entire area and exposing my nudity as I reached the window to close it.
It was the second that my fingers slid the latch into place that I felt him. I became aware of a presence behind me a split second before I felt a hard, muscled arm grab me around the waist and a hand gripping my face firmly, effectively muffling my scream. The intruder roughly pulled me back tight against him and my brain registered how large and powerful this guy was, instantly telling me that there was little chance of fighting him off. My heart was racing and my hands were clutching at the arm that had reached up to cover my mouth. I could feel his breath close to my ear when he bent to speak to me. "Well now, what a luscious little piece I've got. What am I gonna do with you?" His voice was low and I could feel it rumbling against my back, his tone soft but deadly serious.
I was trembling and I felt suddenly exposed, not a stitch of clothing or anything to cover my naked skin. I was completely vulnerable. Fear was making me dizzy and I whimpered under the tight grip that was muffling every sound. I felt the entire length of his body, hard and strong, his arm like a vice around my waist. And as my bare ass was pressed up against him, I became aware of the bulge that was straining inside his jeans, and I felt him pushing it slightly into that crevice in the center. I was full aware of his intentions. There were no illusions. I knew without a doubt that the dark stranger that had broken into my home was going to rape me. My fate was sealed unless an opportunity for escape magically appeared. In fact, he wasn't taking the chance that I had mistaken the situation.
"Don't fight me, baby. I came here for your sweet little pussy, and I'm not leaving without getting exactly what I want. There's not a fucking thing you can do about it." He chuckled a little at my attempts to pull his hand away from my face and strain away from him. My feet left the floor as he jerked my body violently around toward the bed, never losing even the slightest grip.
"If you want to play hard to get though, go ahead. It makes my cock so hard baby when you fight me." He tightened his arms around me and it felt like his fingers were leaving bruises along my jaw and my cheek where he had a firm grip on my face. He pulled my head back farther and exposed my throat, ducking to bite the flesh of my neck. He started to carry me toward the bed, lifting me like I weighed nothing. I began to squirm in panic and his muscles flexed and rippled in his efforts to hold on to me. I could feel the screams rising in my throat and getting stuck there as we approached the edge of the bed. I knew I was getting him worked up with my struggling, but I couldn't help it. Fear had taken over and my flight instinct was in control. I couldn't calm down, couldn't stop the hysteria from rising in my chest. My whimpering cries were the only sound that managed to escape. He moaned low and deep, and it vibrated through my entire body. He stopped at the edge of the bed.
"You see that, my beautiful little vixen? That's where I'm gonna fuck your tight little cunt. My cock is so ready for you, baby. I know you can feel it." As he said this, his arm moved down and he let his hand move over my exposed stomach, sliding down to my pelvis and jerking hard, crushing me against the telltale bulge still trapped in his jeans. I felt it pressed up against my ass, rock hard and amazingly large. To my horror, I felt a thrill spread through my lower body.
'No! There's no fucking way I'm going to let myself respond to this bastard!' Even as I thought it, I could feel the slickness as the lips of my pussy rubbed together with every move I made. Anger at my own body's response to him replaced some of the panic that I was feeling. And still I could feel the thrill of him grinding against my ass.
