Jack sat in his beat up pickup as he watched the house he had watched practically every night over the past five years. He knew the woman inside the house was alone. He knew her every move. He knew practically everything about her.
She was his tormentor, she haunted his dreams. She flaunted her body at work when she walked by his desk without even looking in his direction. Her long flowing brown hair, her deep sea blue eyes that lit up when she laughed. She wasn't beautiful by any means. A bit to plump in the middle for most men, but for him she was perfect. The sound of her laughter would send shivers all over his body. One of her smiles would make him hard for an hour.
Of course her smiles were never meant for him. She didn't know he existed. But after tonight she would never forget his name.
Natasha clicked off the nightly news. There was nothing new in the world that she wanted to listen to. Her hair hung in waves down her back as she settled down under the comforter. She knew she would sleep well tonight. Her boyfriend Terry had given her pussy a nice ride today after work. Her body was quiet for a change; she should be able to sleep. She snuggled down against the pillow, her eyes closing as she headed off into dreamland.
Natasha's eyes flew open when she felt the cold steel of the knife against her throat. She was petrified with fear. She didn't know how someone had broken into her house, she locked all the doors and windows, hadn't she? Then she knew, she had opened the bathroom window to let out the steam from her shower. Now there was a knife at her throat and a raspy voice in her ear. "Make one sound bitch and I will slit your throat from ear to ear. Understand?"
She was afraid to move, afraid to breathe. When the knife pressed tighter against her flesh, she slowly nodded. She flinched when hands pushed her shoulders, moving her to her back on the bed. She closed her eyes as the comforter was thrown off her naked body. "Please don't hurt me." she said softly.
The voice didn't speak again but the knife left her throat. She breathed a sigh of relief until she felt the side of it brush over her naked breast. She gasped in fear, watching the blade move almost gently over her skin. "Beautiful." The voice said again.
She lifted her eyes but all she could see in the moonlight was a tall well built man with a ski mask over his face as he looked at her naked body. "Please." She said again, then cried out when he suddenly shoved his hand between her legs, forcing 3 fingers roughly into her. "Please." She cried again this time in pain as he forced his fingers in and out of her dry hole.
"Hm...Don't seem to horny right now do you bitch?" He growled pulling his hand from her body. She lay there in terror as he put the knife between his teeth as he opened his jeans. She cringed when she heard the rasp of his zipper being lowered.
Tears ran silently down her cheeks. "Please, don't do this to me." She begged as she watched him strip from his clothes. She wanted to run, she wanted to call the police, but all she did was lay there in terror as he stripped down to his skin then covered her body with his own.
He forced her legs apart, while he settled between them. She could feel his hardness pressing against her. She heaved a sob when she felt him slowly penetrate her. "Please...." She cried again when he suddenly forced his way deeply into her body.
She let out a scream as she felt her insides being torn away.
He held himself buried deep inside her. The knife lay forgotten on the floor by the bed.
