This is a work of fiction. I do not endorse non-consensual sex or any of the activities related thereto. Rape is a violation of the fundamental right to dignity and an abhorrence to society as a whole. This is merely a fantasy.
Stacy slowly drifted out of the realms of deepest sleep. As her eyes fluttered open she lay dreamily for a moment enjoying the feeling of the sunshine splashing across her body. She was lying on her back on her large four-poster bed and for a moment she just lay there dozily. As she came more awake she lifted her head from the pillow and looked down towards the door at the foot of the bed. It was at that moment she realized she was completely naked and lying on top of the covers. She tried to move her right hand to cover herself but was unable to do so. Still in a sleep befuddled state she turned her head to see what was obstructing her hand movement. Her right hand was firmly tied to the bedpost with a short piece of rope. Still sleepy she turned nd looked at her left hand. It was trussed up in a similar manner. All of a sudden she was completely awake as a feeling of disconcertment formed in her stomach.
What was happening? Why was she tied up and who had done this to her? These thoughts crashed around in her head for several seconds; but, she was unable to answer them. What had happened the night before? She had been to a club with a couple of old school friends but they had left early. She had sat alone at the bar for a while but hadn't had very much to drink. After that she couldn't remember anything. She thought she had spoken to someone, but wasn't entirely sure who it was. The barman had been friendly but no more than barmen usually were to her. She had absolutely no recollection of how she had gotten home. Her body felt fine so she didn't think anyone had interfered with her; but, someone had definitely taken off her clothes and tied her up. Whatever had happened, the fact that she was naked and tied to a bed did not bode well for her, and she felt her panic begin to rise. She had to get out before whoever had done this to her came back.
Stacy spent a few minutes wiggling around trying to loosen her ties, but whoever had done them had done an expert job. There was no way she could free herself and her attempt to untie the knot with her fingers was unsuccessful. After a few minutes of trying she lay back on the pillow helplessly. By this stage the knot of fear in her stomach had grown and she was beginning to panic. Her nakedness left her feeling exposed and she was terrified that any moment someone would come in through the closed bedroom door and her worst fears would be realized. She forced herself to think of other things. Panic would not help her in this situation.
Despite the terrifying situation she was in, Stacy looked down at her naked body with pleasure. She was 23 but had the body of a teenager. Her breasts were small and pert. They were lusciously creamy and tipped by little, pink nipples. Her stomach was flat and hard from exercise and even her little belly button was cute as it broke the even surface. Her stomach curved gracefully downwards into her navel and Stacy's pussy nestled snugly between her thighs. She kept it completely shaven and her pussy lips were smooth and sensual. Stacy's vagina was small, like a young girl's fanny, and she knew it was very tight. Her hips were the only sign of womanhood on her young body. They curved out gracefully from her waist, melting into her strong thighs. Her ass was tight and beautifully shaped. She knew her ass was one of her best features and it added greatly to her allure. She wished her legs were a little longer but they were attractive nonetheless. They were a light bronze colour from time spent in the sun and they melted beautifully into the creamy whiteness of her ass.
Her face was small and pixie-like. It was attractive in a cute, mischievous sort of way. Stacy usually wore her hair tied back in a pony tail, but her captor had removed her hair tie while she slept so it flowed down over her shoulders in a golden cascade. Her nose was small and ever so slightly snubbed, with a sprinkling of very light freckles across it. Stacy's eyes were by far her best quality. They were large and a bright piercing blue with long, dark lashes. Her eyes saved her from mere prettiness and gave her face true beauty.
She was a stunning girl and she dressed to accentuate the fact. She loved to wear skirts and dresses with very skimpy underwear. Even though she didn't think of herself as a slut she still liked it when men couldn't take their eyes off her. Every once in a while, she would take off her panties, slip into a short skirt and go sit in some position of prominence. She would sit with her legs slightly open and every man who passed couldn't resist a quick glance at her sweet fanny. Her favourite skirt for such escapades was a short plaid one which flared at the hips. It made her feel like a naughty schoolgirl dressing up to tease her classmates.
Despite all this, she was still technically a virgin. On the night of her 18th birthday her daddy had stumbled into her room while she was in bed; he was reeking of liquor and was wearing only an open bathrobe. Stacy was terrified as he stripped the sheet off her bed and bent over her and kissed her hard on the mouth. As he kissed her, he clumsily shoved his hand up under her nightdress. He searched around with his fingers between her legs until he found her young, sweet vagina. Then he had forced his index finger up between her pussy lips and brutally fingered her while he stroked his own cock with his other hand. He had been rough, working her hole and her clit with his large fingers. His hard touch had aroused her and soon she came in a massive orgasm which gripped her whole body and flooded out over the clean white sheets. The feel of her hot juices pouring over his hand had been too much for her daddy and he had ejaculated all over her tits. When he was finished he left the room closing the door behind him; leaving her lying on her damp sheets with his sticky cum all over her upper body.
She had moved out of the house soon after, not wanting to give him a chance to fuck her properly. However, she still felt ashamed and abused by the experience and it had left deep emotional scars on her. Since then she hadn't been with anyone though she occasionally masturbated in the shower. She always used her index finger and even that was tight in her small pussy. Each time she came deliciously, her pussy juice flooding down her legs in a warm cascade, leaving her gasping for air. However, despite her ability to pleasure herself, she secretly wondered what it would feel like to have a real cock inside her.
She suddenly heard the sound of footsteps in the hallway, and the terror in her stomach suddenly took hold of her. She thrashed around for a few seconds trying to get free, but to no avail. Then she heard a key in the door and she lay back quietly. Whoever her captor was, it would be best not to anger him. The door slowly opened and a completely naked man walked in. She recognized him and for a second warm relief flooded through her. It was Sean, a friend of hers from college. 'Had he come to rescue her? Wait, if he was her rescuer, why was he naked? Maybe he was captive too? But then why did he have a key?' As she lay there in confusion he walked to the end of the bed and looked down at her. Her nipples slowly hardened in embarrassment as he stared at her naked body. She curled up her legs and turned onto her side in an attempt to hide her delicate pussy from his gaze. He looked at her and smiled. It was a cruel smile, mocking her futile attempt at modesty.