It was a warm Summer evening. The light was fast disappearing from the sky, but the heat remained, lingering in the air. Only the slightest breeze meandered through the twilight, caressing the soft lawn grass and gently rustling the leaves of the trees.
Kayla was stretched out on her bed. Her blonde hair draped over her pillow and her slim young body lay on top of the sheets, her stomach and breasts pressed firmly against the soft linen. She had one leg straight, the other bent, pulled up towards her body. Her smooth tanned skin was covered by a tight pair of white cotton panties that hugged her firm, tight ass, revealing the bottom creases of her cheeks. She wore a matching white camisole that came down halfway down her stomach leaving her midriff and lower back exposed. It clung to her toned body and wrapped seductively around her firm, b-cup breasts.
At nineteen, she was glad to be back home from her first year at college, resting on her childhood bed. She was even happier that she had the house to herself as her parents had taken a trip to Italy to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary.
The lightest gust of air pushed in through the open window and softly brushed over her smooth skin. She sighed slightly as she enjoyed the calming sensations. Her eyes were gently shut, her arms stretched lazily above her head as her face rested on the downy pillow. As the last sliver of sun slipped under the horizon, she drifted into a peaceful slumber.
Suddenly, her peaceful state was torn from her.
She felt a strong hand yank her hair, whipping her sleeping head up and back and another large hand clasped over her mouth. She yelped and her body jerked with terror as she heard a menacing, growling voice speak roughly in her ear.
"This will go much better for you if you don't make a fuckin' sound whore," a menacing voice growled in her ear.
She felt the heavy frame of a man straddling her tiny body, pinning her down, pulling her hair and denying her the ability to get away. She thrashed under him, legs kicking against the mattress, trying to use whatever leverage she could to get free.
"Hold still bitch, I'm not going to tell you again," rasped the voice. He removed his hand from her hair but kept his other hand firmly clamped over her mouth.
He felt him shift around and then a strap of cloth was dangled in front of her wide eyes that were filling with tears of terror. He quickly grabbed the other end of the cloth with his hand that was clamped on her mouth and with her mouth accessible, she attempted to scream. "Heeeeeelp," she started, but with lightning speed, her attacker grabbed her hair and shoved her face into the pillow, drowning out her attempt at salvation.
"I told you to shut the fuck up bitch. Make another sound and you'll regret it," he said, his voice filled with anger. "Are you gonna be a good little whore and keep your dirty mouth shut?"
Her head bobbed, nodding in acknowledgment.
"Good," he said and lifted her head up. He brought the strap of cloth around and wrapped it around her head, sliding it into her mouth. He tied the cloth and gagged her, denying her from speech. With her mouth bound, he grabbed her wrists with one of his big hands and held them above her head. He began to wrap rope around her wrists, binding them together. He then tied the other end to the large wooden bar that ran across her headboard. With her securely bound and gagged, he shifted off her and stood up.
She managed to peek at him from the corner of her eye. She couldn't make out much in the darkness, but she could see he was wearing a ski mask, and his eyes were visually molesting her barely covered body.
"Very nice," he growled. "I've seen you around for quite a while whore, always walking around in skimpy outfits, showing off your hot little body but turning down any guy that tries to talk to you. You are nothing more than a teasing slut and I've had enough of it. I've wanted to fuck you for a while now and tonight, I'm going to fuckin' ruin you."
Terror filled her eyes as his words sunk in. He could have been here to rob the place or something of that nature, but now his intentions were fully displayed. He had come to use her and, in her current state, she couldn't do anything about it. She twisted around on the bed, hoping that her movements would loosen the ties that bound her, but her actions only pulled the knots tighter.
"I love watching you squirm, whore. The more you writhe around, the harder I get," he laughed. He stepped up and ran his hand up the back of her beautiful legs. Her skin jumped under his fingers. She kicked her legs, trying to detach his hand from her flesh, but there was no escape. His hand traced up and grabbed her panty covered ass. He squeezed roughly, compressing the tight flesh under his palms. She whimpered as he violated her personal space.
"You won't be needing these any more," he said grabbing the waistband of her white, cotton panties and violently yanking them down her legs. She tried her best to keep her legs closed as he ripped the panties down her legs, but it was no use. He tugged and yanked till the panties reached her ankles then he pulled them from her tiny body and threw them in the corner.
He got up and knelt next to her on the bed as she wiggled around. He reached down and groped her naked ass, exploring the tight globes. As the reality of the situation sank in, tears began to fall from her eyes and sobs escaped her beautiful lips.
Then he spanked her. His hand crashing down onto her tan flesh. She yelped at the sudden, unexpected pain and the smack of skin on skin rang through the silent room.
