Chapter One: Not So happy Holidays
A light snow shower begins to fall in the clear, cold night. After a few minutes, it begins to pick up and pours from the sky like grains of sand escaping and tumbling from your hand. It doesn't take long for the entire area to be coated in the white powder. It's truly a winter wonderland. He didn't count on the snow being so heavy and thick. It complicates his plans somewhat, more of a chance to get caught with the tracks. Maybe the cunt won't put up much of a fight, and the snow will cover their tracks. It might work out after all.
The radio's low playing of the same, old, crappy Christmas music floats in and out of his head as he goes over the plan again in his head. Break in, find the stupid bitch, tie her up, bag and gag her, and get her the fuck out and into the car. He jumps slightly, forgetting the burning cigarette that fell onto his lap.
"Fucking shit…" He mutters to himself as he takes the cigarette for one last puff before extinguishing it into the ash tray. As he sits in silence, his mind slowly counts down the minutes until it's time to go get his special Christmas present. He had been watching her for quite a while now, trying to remember all of her daily routine. She always left for class at eight in the morning, after going to bed at one thirty in the morning. The small wrist watch reads quarter past two. ‘Almost time…' he thinks to himself as he mindlessly stares out of the window towards hers, now drenched in darkness.
Unable to contain the nervous excitement building within him, he pulls the black duffle bag from the back seat, and rummages through it, making sure everything was there. His gun was unloaded and in the waistband of his pants. The rope, knife, and if needed, ammunition, were all tucked away into the depths of the bag. It was everything he would need to kidnap the little bitch. When the small beep from the alarm on his watch went off, it was almost a godsend. No more backing out. With determined focus, he slowly pulls the ski mask on his head down, now completely covering his face.
The cold air hits him and sends a shiver through his body as he opens the door. He pauses for a brief moment, listening to the perfect silence around him as the snow falls around him. Grabbing the bag, he quietly, yet as fast as he could, closes the door. There's barely a sound made as the door closes tightly to the car. His footsteps are somewhat muffled in the snow, making very soft crunches as he opens the gate leading to the back of her house. It's almost too easy as he walks through the back yard unnoticed. The large door seems imposing to him, the only obstacle in his way. A sly smile comes across his face as his hand slowly turns the unlocked doorknob. ‘So much easier than I thought' he thinks, quietly chuckling to himself as he quietly enters the house.
He moves through the house like a shadow, silent and unnoticeable. A smile comes across his ski mask covered face, taking in his moment of triumph of getting through the hardest part of his plan. The carpet muffles his heavy footsteps as he makes his way through the house, searching for his Sleeping Whore.
It takes him only a few minutes to find her room. The pale light from the street light floods the room, dimly lighting it. She's sprawled out across the bed, wearing skimpy underwear that leaves very little to the imagination. Her body slowly rises with every breath, barely visible in the light from outside her window. With great care and caution, he slowly creeps over to the bed side, admiring the beauty slumbering before him. It's almost a shame not to let that body be used and abused at his hands.
He almost jumps slightly as a moan softly escapes her lips, breaking the nerve-racking silence in the room. The lusty moan causes a stir in is pants, and the very skimpy thong and tight shirt definitely does nothing to help the growing desire building inside.
She casually rolls over on the bed, snapping him back to reality. In her drowsy state, she looks over at the alarm clock, letting out a small groan in the process. The instant the dark figure of a man standing in her room comes into her eye sight, she jumps up, grabbing the blanket to her mouth. Before she can let out a helpless scream to anyone within ear shot, the man speaks to her, in a surprisingly soft, casual, and calm voice.
"Don't scream, or that white wall behind you is going to have a special coat of strawberry red." He tells her, pulling out the gun and holding it within the haze of the streetlight flooding into the bedroom. The shadow of the gun casts an eerie dark shadow in the room. Immediately she grabs the covers tighter against her creamy white body, as if it will stop this Man from taking advantage of her. Her dark eyes are visible as he lowers the gun from the light. They show nothing but pure fear. It's something that fascinates him, makes him want to use and abuse her body even more in his mind.
"Ta-take whatever you want…" She stammers, her voice fearful. "Just don't hurt me, please."
A soft, low chuckle comes from the Man as she offers and tries to plead her way out of this. If only she knew what He really wants. He slowly walks over to the bed, inching his way closer to her. Finally he sits at the end of the bed, looking beside himself at the young woman in her frightened state. "I don't want your money or jewelry, and I won't hurt you…too much." He says, breaking the silence in the room once again. "Be a good girl, and I won't have to make a mess."
His hand slowly begins to lift the blanket's end up, to peer under it at her body again. Instinctively she pulls the blanket tighter if possible against her, yanking it out of his hand. ‘Resistance...' He thinks to himself. ‘How futile...'
"Ah ah ah… What did I say about being a good girl?" He asks her as parent would ask a child, doing so while waving the gun up so that she could see. Her reaction is almost instantaneous as the firm grip on the covers is relaxed.
"Atta girl…" He whispers softly to her as he continues to lift the blanket to peer at her panty covered cunt. Slowly his hand travels up her soft, creamy thighs to the prize between them. Roughly, his fingers push aside the cotton material barricading her cunt and begin to feel around her pubic area. The leather gloved fingers casually slip into her surprisingly wet hole, teasing and playing with her mind and body. Her warmth can almost seep through the material on his fingers as they continue to softly penetrate and finger her. The girl's eyes shut tightly as he continues his sick mind games with her. A battle rages in her mind over the pleasure building in her body, and the situation of it all, and the Man can see it in her face through the light. Soon he slides his fingers out of her body and wipes them off on her thigh, streaking the warm, tangible mark of her excitement on her body.
He chuckles softly as he wipes off the warm woman juice on her thigh. "Eheh, I didn't think you were that tight. We're going to have lots and lots of fun together." Softly he says to her, admiring her fearful beauty from behind the cotton ski-mask. He didn't anticipate the growing arousal building within him and the need to release it. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, he thinks and wonders if he should, if there is enough time. ‘Fuck the plan' He thinks to himself finally.
Slowly he rises up from the edge of the bed, looking at her as his hands reach in front of his pants. The unzipping of his pants is the only sound in the room, filling her with dread upon her face. "Get on your knees and show me why I shouldn't use my gun to ‘paint' the room." He tells her firmly. It seems like an eternity before the young woman begins to move. She slides off the bed hesitantly, tears welling up in her eyes as she slides to her knees in front of him. As he fishes his cock of his pants, the tears begin to flow anew down her face. With the fresh tears come the pleas for mercy.
"Please…" She says softly, looking up at him to show her fear in the hopes of gaining his mercy. "Take whatever you want. Don't make me, please Sir."
His frustration grows at her pleas and unwillingness. "Look, you little bitch… I'm going to give you a choice since it's the holidays. You can either suck this." He waves his cock in her face, lightly touching her lips before squatting down to be face to face with her. "Or you can suck on my gun. And trust me; you don't want this to shoot its load in your mouth." He informs her as a sick and twisted smile forms on his face. His arm rises, pressing the barrel of the gun against her lips. "What's it going to be, little bitch?"
