I finally get all my books together, and put them in my bag after way too many hours of cramming. I look up at the clock, and much to my dismay, it's already 11:30. I had planned on unwinding before I went to bed, but I really need to get some sleep. After stuffing multiple chapters into my brain, there is no way I'm going to be able to just shut down, and go to sleep. I need to spend some energy, and get my mind off of all of it.
I walk over to my closet, and strip off all my clothes, throwing them in the laundry basket. I find a pair of athletic short lying on the ground, and slip them on. Nobody is awake in my house so no need to really cover up. My stereo is playing Killing in the Name Of, which is one of those songs that will get anyone pumped up for a workout. After swinging out my arms a little, I drop down and bust out a set of 50 push ups. Now that I have my heart rate up, I just keep moving; I get in a set of 100 sit ups before the song ends, counting reps to, "fuck you! I won't do what you tell me!"
I live in the basement of my house, and there is a back room that is unfinished (with the furnace and such), so the I-beam that supports the house is exposed. I grab the t-shirt that I was wearing, roll it up, and put it on the side of the I-beam for something to hold onto. I start cranking out pull-ups, when I hear a loud thump coming from my room. I don't act immediately because the house often makes strange noises as it cools at night, and maybe I'm just hearing things. But I hear something more convincing: the distinct sound of my window being opened.
Someone has dropped down into the window well, and is now breaking in. Afraid that this person may be armed, I stay completely motionless hoping that they won't notice I'm in my room. I hear them jump down from the window sill, and start to walk toward where I am. Much to my relief, they stop, and the closet door slides open. They apparently know what they're looking for, and they know where to find it. I keep a wallet of spare cash in my closet, and they should be staring at it if they are where I think they are. My bare feet silent on the concrete floor, I slowly step forward to peer out of the door into the room.
What I see is nothing what I expected. This is no professional thief, armed and dangerous, but a tiny little girl who looks to be about my age from what I can see, wearing dark blue baggy sweatpants and a hoodie. Her back is to me, and she is peering into the shelving in the closet. I continue to make my way forward with the rolled shirt still in my hands. I glide past the threshold of the doorway without her losing her focus on what's in my closet. She reaches into the middle shelf, and pull out exactly what I knew she'd found. As she opens up the wallet and sees the green, she lets out a little whisper of success, "Yes..." I can tell there is a smile spreading across her face. A big open grin is exactly what I want from her.
Just as she's refolding the wallet, I extend the shirt over her head, and yank it back slipping it between her teeth, and muffling her short scream. She tries to pull forward, and drop down, but I have her pinned against my chest. She reaches up trying to pull my hands free, but my pumped muscles easily overpower her. Recognizing that she has been outmuscled, she stops struggling, and she only continues to hold my wrists because she has nothing else to do with her hands.
I talk softly, but commandingly, "I'm going to remove this from your mouth. If you promise not to scream, you will leave here alive."
She gives a muffled "uh-huh," and nods energetically, clearly fearing for her life.
I release the gag from my hands, and quickly reverse her grip to grab her wrists, and pull them down behind her back. With her now completely in my control, I walk her over to my bed, and pin her face-down like a cop arresting a reckless driver on the hood of his car. Conveniently, the handcuffs my girlfriend and I were playing with last night are still sitting on the night stand, which I take, and slap on this girl's wrists. I can only assume that she does not know that these are fake handcuffs with release switches right on the cuff.
"Don't even think about moving a muscle," I say, and walk over to the open window, and shut out the draft.
To be expected she did not heed my advice. She quickly bolts toward the stairs, but I have only stepped a few feet away, and my hands are not tied. She only makes it to the second stair when I grab the chain linking the cuffs, and pull her down. She twists, and lands hard on her side. She rolls to her stomach, and start to clamor toward the window I had just shut.
"Where exactly do you think you're going to go?" I ask casually.
I stride over to her at a fast walk, and with one push on tailbone, she faceplants into the carpet. Standing over her, I reach down, and grab a fistful of her long brown hair. Getting my face right in hers, I tell her, "You're not getting out of here until I make sure you are leaving with nothing that belongs to me."
With one arm around her neck, and one around her waist, I lift her to her feet, and lead her over the treadmill in my room. I quickly undo the handcuffs (pretending that I used a key), and swing her arms around the metal post holding up the control panel, and reconnect her wrists. Before I ratchet the cuff closed, she tries to pull it from my grip. Almost succeeding, I use by body to slam her into the bars of treadmill. This successfully knocks the wind out of her, and she gives up her resistance.
"It's not gonna be that easy, sweetie." I tell her, "Now spread you legs."
With a cue on her inner thigh, she complies. I proceed in frisking her to make sure she isn't hiding anything. I start at her left ankle, and feel through the sweats all the way up her leg. As I move up, I start to notice how tight and firm her muscles are. I move to the other leg, and again find a very smooth, muscular leg. I can't help but find out how high that tightness goes. My left hand is sliding higher up her inner thigh, and I make no effort to stop it when it collides with her crotch. Clearly unexpected, she gives a short gasp as I touch her private parts so forcefully, and do not immediately remove it. My right hand continues up over her right ass cheek, which I find is round, tight, and smooth... smooth? Yes, very smooth, not even the hem of panties to interrupt my groping.
Playing it off, I ask, "what is this that I've found?"
"Nothing," she responds quickly, "I don't have anything."
I can see that, I think to myself. "I'll have to examine this," and with one movement, I pull the elastic of her sweats down of that round ass, and confirming my suspicion, there is nothing stopping me from staring at her bare skin, and pussy lips sitting idly between her legs.
"Well, there's nothing to be found here," I concede, "So I'll have to check the pants thoroughly."
I kneel down, and untie her shoes. Obeying well, she lifts each foot as I pull each shoe and pant leg off her feet. I pick up the sweats, and feel them absently as I stare at the spectacle before me. The large round humps of her ass sticking out over her smooth strong legs that extend down at an outward angle as to expose the prize that lay between them. If that wasn't enough, I notice that there is a drop of moisture building between her lips which I also notice are quite bare. As I stare, I notice that my cock has become fully erect and pushing out conspicuously in my thin shorts. I stick it up in my waistband to keep it from rubbing on the mesh, but now my head is sticking out far over the top of my shorts.
