************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.