It was 9:30 pm, and nearly time for Tori to settle into bed for the night. It had been a long day and she was worn out both physically and mentally.
Stepping out of the shower, Tori enveloped herself in a large towel, and wrapped her hair in another. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as she walked by, and turned to look. She removed her towel to admire her body, allowing her gaze to cross over her pert breasts, her flat stomach, and freshly waxed intimate parts. Her mind wandered a bit to the police officer that had pulled her over today. She was not usually particularly interested in police officers, or any man in uniform for that matter. But there was something about this man's gaze that got to her.
Tori recalled how he stepped up too her window and his voice, neither threatening nor boyish, introduced himself, asking for her identification. She had pulled her skirt up and tugged on her blouse before he had approached the window to expose a little more skin. She had hoped to entice him into giving her only a warning. Tori did catch his gaze drinking in her bare legs and the sight of her barely covered breasts. Unfortunately, he still felt the need to give her a ticket. She did, momentarily, consider inviting him over in exchange for coincidently losing the ticket.
As Tori began to think about how that hypothetical scenario may have played out, her fingertips traveled down her stomach to her clit. She gently teased herself, allowing her fingertip to move in circles around her clitoris. Not enough to bring her to orgasm, but enough to lubricate herself.
Tori dryed off and slipped into a loosely fitting nightgown that accentuated her shape. She climbed into bed, the sheets sliding over her smoooth legs. She leaned over and removed her vibrator from the nightstand and laid flat on her back while she used her fingers to play with her clit. She spread her legs and inserted the vibrator, the clitoral stimulator resting ever so lightly on her clit. She began slow, turning the vibrator on the lowest setting as she moved it in and out of her pussy. Her mind wandered back to the police officer, developing her fantasy about how it might have worked out if Tori had successfully lured the officer to her house.
As she turned up the vibrations and brought herself closer to orgasm, Tori was startled to hear an unusual sound coming from the kitchen. She stopped and turned off the vibrator, listening intently. She decided to explore the origin of the sound and got out of bed, walking toward the living room.
Tori flipped on the livingroom light to see a tall, dark figure standing in the doorway. She opened her mouth to scream but he crossed the room so fast and covered her mouth, turning her around and slamming her up against the wall. The man's lips pressed against the side of her face, his hot breath invading her ear.
"Don't make a sound. Do as I tell you, and you won't get hurt. Do you understand?" she nodded as she tried to place his voice. There was something familiar about it. The voice was assertive, and manly. If she had not felt so threatened, she may have found his voice rather sexy.
The man grabbed her arms and spun her around to face him. Tori could only see his eyes. They were green and piercing. He wore a ski mask and she could only see his eyes and lips. She looked him up and down, processing what she was seeing. He wore a black t-shirt, black tactical-type pants, and combat boots.
"What do you want? Please don't hurt me. Do you want money? You can have anything you want. I won't tell anyone." Tori pleaded. The man's grip on her arms tightened. He then moved his hands up her arms and down her chest, squeezing her breasts gently as they explored her body. She watched his eyes travel about her body, and his lips curve into a grin.
"I'm not going to hurt you, as long as you're a good girl and do what I say. I don't want anything else. Are you going to be good?" He asked as his hands moved to her throat and gently gripped as she pushed her against the wall. Tori nodded in obedience. "Anything you want..." she obeyed.
"Good. Turn around." He commanded. She did as she was told and rested her face against the cool wall. The man took her wrists and brought them together behind her back, fastening them together with a zip-tie. He turned her back around to face him and their eyes met. She realized his eyes looked familiar too, but she couldn't place them. He must have noticed her lips quivering. "Don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you, or else I wouldn't be wearing a mask. Just do as you are told. Get on your knees." Tori nodded as the man guided her down. He stood back and unzipped his pants. His hard cock sprung from his pants as if it had been trapped for far too long. He took a handful of hair into his grip and tugged to bring Tori's mouth to his awaiting cock. He forced himself into her mouth and guided her head up and down the length of his cock. He was forceful, yet seemed careful to not make her choke. He occasionally gave her a moment to catch her breath. The sounds of his groans let her known that he enjoyed the way her mouth felt.
Tori's heart raced as she wondered whether or not the man was truthful when he promised not to hurt her. A single tear fell down her face. She felt slight pain as he tugged on her hair to remove her mouth from his cock. He pulled her to her feet and used a knife to cut through the zip tie. He lead her to the bedroom and gestured for her to sit on the bed. He fashioned some sort of device using the door knob on the other side of the door, and pulled a rope around to the inside of the door. He pulled Tori to his feet and pressed her back up against the door. He then brought her hands together above her head and tied them to the rope, pulling it tight so that she could not lower her arms. He placed a foot between her legs to make Tori spread her feet for him. She resisted and tried to squeeze her legs together but he responded by placing a hand on her throat and slamming her head against the door.
