Last night began no different from any other. I was shutting things down in my lonely little apartment. Made sure everything was locked up and secure, then got ready for bed. Laid down and began to drift off into sleep.
I was floating off into the good part of sleep when suddenly I feel something on my bed. Right as I begin to lift up, he pushes me back down. My mouth is covered before I can scream and my hands are pinned above my head on the headboard.
"Shhh." He said.
After realizing that struggling was useless, my body relaxed onto the bed to avoid anymore muscle strain. A million things were going through my head. Tears were welling up in my eyes as he starts to speak. "I've been watching you, Lola. I've seen you around here, at the bookstore, getting groceries. Walking around like you're better than everyone else. Like no one else exists. I bet you've never even seen me." He was right. I am looking away taking in what he is saying, trying to come up with something in the back of my head. "Look at me," he chides. "You'll see me tonight, I guarantee it." As he said it his cock was pressing up against the crotch area of my nightgown. "I can already tell you like it." He said while running his thumb over my hardened nipples. I let out a slow breath. It had been a long time since a man had touched me like that, invited or not.
"Now I'm going to take my hand away from your mouth, and you aint gonna scream. I don't want to hurt you Lola. But I will." He moves his hand away from my mouth. I don't make a sound. "That's good. Which is how I'm gonna make you feel. Good." His hand is slithering down my side and toying with my gown. "I never seen any men coming or going, Lola. Must think you're better than them too. I'm sure you haven't had any in a good long while. Well that's about to change."
I'm sure he felt my body tense as he played with my clothing. My body was starting to tire just from his weight on me. He was a big man. I could tell he worked out. The tone of his voice sounded angry, vengeful. He had an accent. Southern. I didn't even want to think about what was happening or what he could do to me if I angered him. He started fiddling around in his back pocket for something. I heard the unmistakable sound of a knife clicking. My body tensed again.
"Oh this aint for you. But if you scream, or do anything that displeases me . . ." He shakes his head. His eyes trail down from mine to my crotch. I shift uncomfortably at what his next move would be. Then I feel the knife on my panties. He hushes me again as I whimper at the thought of a stranger sticking a knife in my panties. His intentions became clear. I could hear the individual seams of my underpants ripping away. He was cutting my panties off at the seam right above the crotch. I began to feel the heat rising in my face. It wasn't until then that I realized how wet I was. The juices from my pussy soaked the panties. "Mmmm" he settled back into me. "You like it, don't you?"
