There was a loud pounding at the door. Before Tammy could wonder who it was, the doorknob was being shaken. Then she worried. She was home alone. Her roommate was gone for the weekend.
As she walked up to the door to peer through the peep-hole she got smacked in the face by the door being forcefully swung open. A man snickered at her as she lay on the ground, her hand on her pretty face, grimacing in pain. He shoved her away from the door with his leg, and closed it. Tammy saw that he was wearing a ski-mask and asked, "Who the hell are you? What're you doing here?" He took her to "shut the fuck up."
He had a bag with him filled with restraints and camera equipment. He swiftly restrained her arms behind her back and then helped her up. He gagged her, then held a knife up to her throat and instructed her to lead him to her bedroom. On very shaky, but sexy legs, she did so.
As they went into her bedroom, he had her sit at the edge of the bed. He took his time taking a nice long look at her. She was gorgeous. She had long blonde hair, long legs, and perfect handful-sized tits. He couldn't wait any longer to see her naked body, so he took the knife that was still in his hands and started cutting away at her t-shirt. She had a black bra underneath.
He went back to his bag and produced a fancy camera. She was groaning and moving around too much so he commanded that she be still and quiet. Tears streaming down her face, and with small whimpers escaping, she complied. In her mind she was wondering if this were all some sick joke, perhaps a prank. She had recently broken up with her ex-boyfriend, but this guy had a completely different body, but could he have put this guy up to this? Her mind was racing in terror. She was getting more nervous with a camera focused on her. He was taking shot after shot of her sitting upright on the edge of the bed, with her arms tied behind her back, wearing a black bra and green sweatpants.
Finally he put the camera down and walked over to her. He ran his fingers through her hair and slapped her harshly when she tried to turn away. He yelled at her "don't make this any harder than it needs to be, you dirty bitch." She was frozen. This wasn't a prank.
He cut off her bra and grew hard with one look at her perfect, perky tits. He immediately started kneading them, turning them red with his hand prints. He sucked on her pink nipples, and then blew on them, making them nice and hard. She put her head down in shame and started crying again and she felt her body betray her. "What great tits you have, you little slut. I wonder how many other guys have had their mouths and dicks all over them?" She just moaned through the ball gag in response. She wanted to say that she wasn't a slut, that she didn't have much sexual experience at all.
Roughly, he pushed her back on the bed so he could more easily pull her pants down. He pulled her matching black panties down with the pants in one motion. She was completely shaved. "Look at you, whore, you're just asking for it." She had no idea what he was talking about. Who would ask for what was happening to her? She had stopped trying to talk through the big red ball in her mouth, though.
As each of her ankles were being tied to a bedpost, she tried to close her thighs to keep from showing her shaved pussy. Slap! Her ear was ringing from the hard slap across her face and ear. "I said be still, bitch!" She couldn't just give up, right? She couldn't just let this guy do this to her, right? But she was beginning to realize that she had no choice and being out of control was terrifying.