This is a work of FICTION and involves elements of CNC (consensual non consent). All characters are above legal age. If this is triggering for you, please do not read further. Thank you and play safe!
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Every day just blended into the next, being under quarantine. No one had left their homes in weeks. Food was being distributed by the military who had taken over the streets. Nothing broke up the monotony of being trapped inside during the most beautiful summer Violet had seen in decades. Her small city hadn't been blessed with consistently good weather like this since the summer of her 5th year. As she was nearly 27, that was a while ago.
Violet stared forlornly out the window. Today was the second Tuesday of the month so the jackbooted pawns of this crisis, the military, were dropping food rations off to each occupied home. There came a knock at the door, and Violet assumed it was just her turn for rations. She was unable to see her front door from the window, so she got up, sighed heavily, and swung the side door open.
Standing there was a heavily armored man in a mask who immediately pushed her back inside and followed after her. He restrained her arms first, cuffing them together in front of her. To stop her screaming, the man tore her t-shirt and stuffed a strip of it in her mouth before taping it in place.
Violet was terrified. She had no idea who this man was or why he had chosen her. None of that mattered now though, as he forced her to stumble down the hallway to her bedroom. He pushed her roughly onto her bed and shut and locked the door behind him.
Without removing his mask, he stripped off his armour, removing his shirt as well. He was left half naked, his only clothing being dark camo pants, with a noticeable bulge at the crotch.
Violet held her hands up in front of herself pleadingly, covering her exposed chest. She hadn't worn a bra in a good 2 months, not since the quarantine started. He didn't seem to care that she was trying to preserve her modesty. He simply rolled her onto her stomach and started cutting away her thin leggings. She couldn't see the knife he was wielding, but she could feel its hardness on her thighs as he cut from her pert ass to her ankles.
Once she was naked, he sheathed the knife and looked down at her admiringly. She had no idea of his expression through the mask, but his demeanor alluded to admiration.
She was frozen in fear as he stepped toward her. She began to thrash and struggle, but he held her down, placing his masked lips by her ear: "Relax, Violet. It's just me. From ________.com. I know you said to pick the day, so I figured I might catch you off guard today."
