My girlfriend lay in her bed reading a book while the ten p.m. news played in the background. She was so engrossed by the novel, that she wasn't paying attention when the news announcer spent a good two minutes on a story about a series of assaults on single women in the metropolitan area. All of the women were between the ages of twenty-two and forty, and either lived alone or was alone at the time of the attacks. Entry was usually made through an unlocked window, although unbelievably, a few women reported that the intruder entered through and unlocked door. (Perfect for me to take advantage) After finishing the next chapter, she brushed her teeth, turned off the television, and turned in for the night, if she had been more alert, she would have gone around and made sure all of the windows and doors were locked up tight, unfortunately (or fortunately for me) though, she did not.
A little past two a dark figure used a sharp pocket knife to cut the screen to the back porch window, seconds later, now inside, the figure padded quietly across the carpeted living room to her bedroom. Putting his ear to the door, he could hear the steady rhythmic breathing of a person fast asleep. Carefully turning the handle, the door silently opened and the stranger moved to the side of the bed where she lay sleeping. A hand covered her mouth, bringing her wide-awake in seconds, she tried to scream, but no sound escaped around the gloved palm covering her mouth. Terror filled her heart, and she began to struggle wildly to free herself, but almost before she began, a voice said "Don't move, fight or scream, it'll only make it worse. If you relax, I promise I won't hurt you. Just do as I say and everything will be alright." A relaxing calm spread through her, and her fear turned to resignation.
She thought she recognized the voice. Her and her boyfriend talked about a fantasy of hers. She wanted to be raped. It was still dark in the bedroom as strong hands pulled back the covers. She knew what was happening, but try as she might, her arms wouldn't respond as they were tied to the bedposts. She could hear the sound of fabric being cut, and realized that who ever it was, had used scissors to cut away her nightie and panties, leaving her naked and totally accessible. He whispered into her ear, "Even though you can't move, I know that you can hear me."
"I will tell you that I am going to use you sexually for my own pleasure and enjoyment."
"Don't try to fight me, it is hopeless to resist, and also, one final thing, I adore giving orgasms to women who try and resist me, they fight it, but their bodies still respond to my touch. To make it more erotic and mysterious, I am leaving the lights off to let your imagination run wild."
