He enters the house silently, cautiously moving through to the lounge. His caution and silence unnecessary as he knows the house is empty, he had watched her leave, watched her long dark hair bounce as she walked, her tight sexy arse wiggle slightly as she moved down the street, her delicious large breasts swaying inside her clothes. She possessed a sexy curvaceous body that exuded a natural sexiness, a natural beauty. Not brought about by make up or faked attitude, but something that lay within. Something he wanted to own. Something he needed to own. He had to hurry now though, the house wouldn't be empty for long.
The silence in the house makes the sound of his breath behind the hard White plastic mask deafening, especially when paired with the heavy beating of his heart. He squeezes the knife handle tightly in his grip and draws his other hand over the bundled rope in his pocket, his nervousness bubbles and crackles through it's transformation into pure visceral excitement.
He peers through the eyeholes in the mask but the eyes that gaze out are not his anymore, they belong to the beast, the monster, the creature that takes what it wants without fear or remorse. The monster that knows it's time to hide.
Moving upstairs he takes in the layout of the room before making his way to one of the tall White fitted wardrobes that stand pillar-esque on either side of her bed. It's a tight squeeze, but he is well concealed inside and able to view the room easily through the small crack he has left in the door. With perfect timing he secretes himself just as he hears the door close downstairs. It's almost time.
He hears her ascend the stairs, his heart beating furiously now.
He watches her as she enters her room and starts to undress. The purple vest top being peeled off slowly, revealing a silky looking black bra beneath, barely containing her soft full breasts, the very top of her beautiful pink areoles visible over the materiel. Next come the jeans, each button undone driving him wild with desire and anticipation, he has to hold himself back from revealing his intentions too soon, though the temptation is great.
The jeans get slid slowly down her arse and legs, the bending down revealing a soft bulge caused by her pussy lips filling the fine fabric of her panties. He longs to slip his cock between them and deep inside. Her black panties remain on as she sits on the far side of the bed, her hands uncoupling her bra with ease, slipping it off and stretching her luscious body long and straight, her curves giving her body an amazing shape. She slips beneath the covers without revealing more, relaxing in the safety of her home, unaware that he is waiting so close and what he has planned for her.
He doesn't have to wait long till her breathing changes and he knows she's asleep. The light she left on as she ascended the stairs bathes the room in a low indirect glow. He slowly opens the light wooden door, the hinges make no sound as if collaborating in his stealth. Stepping out fully he stands before her, the large silver hunting knife gripped tight in his hand, light glinting from it's razor sharp blade. He walks slowly and silently around to the side of the bed that her sleeping form rests on, the condensation from his warm breath inside the hard white hockey mask making it damp and hot. He lifts it to wipe his face, then becomes the monster again quickly. He watches her sleep for a moment, absorbing her beauty. Then it's time to begin.
He lightly lifts one floppy wrist and secures the rope around it. Tattoos cover much of the skin on both her arms, some colourful, some black and grey, he draws the tip of the knife lightly over them before securing the rope to the metal bedstead and then on the other wrist.
Now she was secure he started to pull the covers off her. She was beautiful, and he wanted her. As her body gets slowly uncovered he could see all the sexy curves of her body, the knifes edge running lightly across them. Slight twitches come from her body as his blade explores her skin, soon joined by his hand. As his fingers brush over her exposed nipples he sees them harden. Then she starts to stir.
She starts to try to turn over on the bed. He watches, a grin forms on his lips behind the mask as he watches the realisation start to appear on her sleeping face. She tugs her arms, her face confused, still in the mist of sleep, eyes closed. Then they burst open as understanding explodes. She stares at him for a moment that feels like a lifetime, her mind struggling to absorb the scene before her. This hooded man, burning eyes peering out of voids in the mask that covers his face, a large glinting blade in his hand; she finally tries to scream.
Before any sound can leave her mouth he is on top of her, his hand clamped over her mouth, eyes staring hypnotically into hers, his weight on her, holding her down, forcing his way between her legs. He speaks, trying to keep his voice calm as he issues his first of many warnings. Pressing the knife against her lips he says 'Don't scream, don't make a sound, if you do, I'll cut your fucking Tongue out. Understand?'
Her eyes are wide and fixed on the knife, he watches as she nods slowly.
'good girl' he breathes the words into her ear and starts to lift his weight off her. As he rises up, he draws the knife harder over the skin of her breast, not hard enough to cut, but enough to leave a clear red line that leads to her nipple. Her body trembles and he can hear the word 'no' being whimpered. The blade moves down the body till it reaches her panties, the red knife line paving a trail of intent. Her fears are confirmed as her underwear is cut effortlessly from her body and torn away.
'No please, no, don't hurt me, what do you want? Please, no. . . ' she moans in increasing desperation.
