The hand clamped over my mouth brought me from dreamy slumber to heart pounding terror. My eyes flew open and I began to thrash against my tormentor. I couldn't see him too well in the darkened room. But in the moonlight, I could see the mask over his face. I had to assume it was a he. As I struggled, he straddled me, pinning my hands down to the bed with his legs. He bent down and I felt his hot breath on my neck. "If you keep struggling, I'll kill you." there is no greater terror for a woman, than to be assaulted in the safety of her own home. The thought of being raped or killed, chills even the hardest soul. His words stopped my struggling in an instant. I knew my eyes showed the pleadings his hand stopped my mouth from saying. The moonlight coming thru the window flashed on the big knife he held in his hand. He didn't smell dirty as he pressed down on me. I didn't even smell his bad breath. Funny the things you think about during a crisis.
His voice was rough and harsh sounding as he spoke into my ear. "I will go to jail for the same amount of time, whether I just rob you or kill you. I don't give a fuck. The choice is yours. Now! Are you going to give me any trouble?" I shook my head no. He slowly lifted his hand off my mouth. I tried to see his face in the moonlight, but he wore a ski mask. I could only see his eyes and mouth; he even wore gloves over his hands. But I could tell he was black. That much I could see. He lifted up his leg and grabbed my right wrist. Pulling it up to the head of the bed, he told me to hold it there and not to move. He still held the knife in his other hand, so I didn't move. He put the knife down and the next thing I knew he had taped my hand to the bed frame. He did the same thing to my other hand. After he had my hands tied, he set the knife on the night table. "What's your name?" he was speaking softly. I was beginning to think again. And my heart stopped again. Sally!"
In another bedroom down the hall, Sally, my 18-year-old daughter slept. Had he been in her room already? Did he even know she was in the house? I was not going to say anything to give him a reason to look. "Please! Don't hurt me. Take whatever you want. I promise I won't yell or scream. I won't even call the cops." I heard him chuckle. "Sally! By the time you get loose, I'll be so far from here, the police won't find me. Now! Is anybody else in the house?" I shook my head no. He pressed the knife to my throat. "If you lie to me, I'll make it real hard on you. And harder for anyone I find. Now! When I search this house, will I find anyone else here?" this time I began to cry. "Just, just my daughter Emily. Please don't hurt her?" he looked down at me. "How old is Emily?" I wanted to lie. I wanted to say she was just a little girl. But the fear that he would go check stopped me.
A slap across the face brought my mind back to reality. "When I ask you a question, you had better answer me right away. I might get mad and do something you won't like." He hadn't slapped me hard. Just hard enough to get my attention. "18! Emily is 18. Please! Do anything to me, just let her alone." He looked at me, then looked around the bed. Lying on the floor, were the panties I had kicked off before I got under the covers. He picked them up and forced them into my mouth. I struggled furiously as he walked out of the room. I just knew he was going to do something to my daughter. Tears of fear and frustration rolled down my face. I screamed into the gag but only muffled sounds escaped. Time seemed to stretch into forever. Then I saw him in the doorway. He was pulling my daughter by the arm. Emily, her eyes wide in terror, had a piece of tape across her mouth.
The man pushed her roughly into a chair. Then he took the tape and taped her ankles to the legs of the chair. Then he taped her wrist together. "Give me any trouble and I'll kill your mom. If you don't do whatever I tell you, I'll kill your mom. Get me!" Emily nodded her head up and down vigorously. Then he turned to me. "If you don't do what I tell you, I'll kill your daughter. If you give me any trouble, I'll kill her. You get me!" I shook my head just as hard as Emily had shook hers. He walked over to the window and pulled the drapes. Then he did the other window. The room was now totally dark. Then the light came on. The blinding glare made me blink. But when my eyes cleared, I looked at him. He didn't seem so big. In fact he was about average height and weight. He wore a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt. I looked over at Emily. She was wearing what she always slept in, a long shirt and panties. Her eyes reflected the terror I felt. She kept looking at me for help.
The man picked up the big knife. I cringed and tried to back up on the bed. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me down. This time, he taped my legs to the bottom bed frame. I was now taped spread eagle to my bed, my daughter taped helpless to a chair looking at me. He took the knife up again and walked towards Emily. I started struggling to get loose. He turned back to me. "Easy momma! I'm not going to hurt her." Emily cringed into the chair as he approached her. Then grabbing the top of her shirt, he cut it from her body. My daughter is not a beautiful girl. Too much sweets and candy had given her a face full of acne. She wore glasses normally and her teeth were not the prettiest. But like all kids now days, she had developed early. She had the body of a young woman. I watched in horror as he cut her panties away. Emily was naked taped to a chair. Then he came back to me. He cut my gown off. To my horror, I wasn't wearing panties. They were stuffed in my mouth. He looked down at my body and licked his lips. Then he looked at Emily and moaned softly.
The truth of what was about to happen slammed down on me. He was going to rape us. I wasn't so scared for myself. But the thought of him violating my daughter, I would have given anything to stop him. If I could only talk, I would have screamed, begged, pleaded with him. Do anything you want to me, just leave my daughter alone. He put his finger to my lips. "If you don't fight me, I won't rape her." I watched him take his gloves off. Then his hands started roaming over my body. I shuddered at his touch. His hand caressed my tit. I would have expected him to be rough; instead, he was slow and gentle. He didn't pinch and pull my nipple, just let his fingertips graze it. Then he bent down and sucked it into his mouth. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I was tied down on my bed, my daughter was tied in a chair watching me, and a man was getting me excited. I felt the first stirrings between my legs. Even the rough material of his mask rubbing against my sensitive tits was exciting me.