************This story only involves characters OVER the age of 18! Although it is a non-consent story, rape in real life is a disgusting crime that I do not advocate. Keep fantasy and reality separate!************
He patiently bided his time, watching the house until well after all the lights had been turned off. When he felt the time was right, he pulled his car around the side of the house and approached the front door.
Out here in the country, there were no streetlights to reveal him. Out here in the country, people never locked their doors. That included his prey tonight. The poor girl, she had stayed home alone on yet another Friday night and had long ago strayed from the habit of locking the doors. Just as he expected, the doorknob turned in his hand and he quietly entered the house, shutting the door behind him.
He had been watching her for a few weeks and had a general idea of where her bedroom would be. Slipping through the silent house, he opened the first door. Bathroom. He moved to the next. It was obviously hers, the walls covered in pictures and awards and the floor littered with clothes. He allowed his eyes to adjust to the darkness and saw the bed was empty. He knew she was here...
He moved through the house toward a slightly cracked door. He pushed it open slowly to try to stifle the creaks of the old hinges. His heart began to race when he saw her. She must have fallen asleep watching a movie in her parents' bedroom; the TV screen glowed faintly still as she hadn't turned it off. It cast just enough light to illuminate her young body on the bed. He looked her over, assessing his prize. He had time to linger, it was the dead of night and no one usually came home until well into the next day.
She was sprawled across the large bed, wearing nothing except a pair of light pink boy cut panties with the word "Sweetheart" sprawled across her firm butt. Her arms were under her pillows and her smooth, toned legs were spread. His heart pounded hard in his chest as he pulled the rope from his pocket. Her back rose slightly as she calmly breathed in her sleep.
Her vulnerable form was almost too much for him to control himself; he had wanted to get her into the car and on the road fairly quickly to make it to his place as soon as possible. Now he wasn't so sure he'd be able to contain his lust so long. He liked to draw out the first rape, get her so scared that she would be delirious. But seeing this sweet, young girl hardly clothed and sprawled out in front of him was proving to be too tempting.
His erection strained against his jeans as he crawled onto the bed and positioned himself on top of her, straddling her tight little ass. She began to stir almost immediately and he sprang into action. He caught her arms as she pulled them from beneath her head to push herself up. Her head still clouded with sleep, her head fell back to the pillows as he expertly tied her wrists together behind her back. He paused halfway through to clasp one hand on her mouth, silencing her startled scream as she started to realize the situation.
He leaned close to her ear and whispered in a dangerous growl, "If you make one sound, I'll slit your throat and fuck your corpse. You got that?" She let out a frightened whimper and nodded her head. He slowly removed his hand and went back to tightly binding her wrists together as she breathed heavily beneath him. He looked down at her shaking form beneath him, her muscles quivering in fear. He couldn't wait for this one.
Moving off of her, he pulled his shirt over his head and began to unzip his pants. At the sound of his zipper, she began to kick her legs and push her body away from him, managing to push herself until she was laying on her side across the top of the bed, back to the wall. Knees pulled up, she attempted to cover her exposed chest, obviously embarrassed at her exposure and lack of ability to cover up with her hands tied. "Please... please... Don't hurt me..." Her voice was soft and quivering with fear as she pleaded.