Janet pulled her hair from her face as she cautiously began down the stairs.
“I hate it when the power goes out,” she reached her hand out to the railing.
As she put her foot down on he last stair she jumped, feeling a rush of air, a noise in a far off room.
“What?” she gasped, her hand gripping the rail tightly. She turned her head around trying to see but it was too dark.
“It’s all in my head,” she whispered to herself reassuringly. “All in my head.”
She reached her arms out into the empty air in front of her, closing her eyes she pictured the room and tried to navigate.
Suddenly she stopped.
“I know I heard something,” she whispered to herself.
She didn’t realize what was happening until she felt the hand covering her mouth. Struggling she whipped her body around trying to get free but the grip only got tighter.
She let out a scream, muffled by the hand, as she felt her head whipping back, someone grabbing her hair. Slowly she stopped struggling.
“Listen to me,” a deep voice boomed over her, “you don’t want to scream. Ok? You don’t want to try to run away.”
She tried to see but it was still too dark.
“I understand,” she let out a whimper, “Please don’t hurt me.”
“Good,” the grip on her loosened as she felt herself pulled to another part of the room.
She shivered in fear, bowing her head as she felt her body being turned around, the soft fabric of a blindfold tightening around her eyes.
“You’re going to do what you’re told, right?” she felt his hands grasping her shoulders.
“Yes,” she answered, quietly.
“Then take off your clothes,” she heard the voice backing away. “Slowly.”
Janet felt herself feeling for the buttons on the blouse almost before she knew what was happening. She tried to see if the lights were still off but she couldn’t tell through the blindfold.
Her fingers slowly worked her way down the buttons, until the shirt fell down her back. She felt her body fill in goose bumps as the cool air and the fear mingled through her body.
She turned her head sideways, as her fingers reached down to the buttons on her jeans, slowly pulling them open one by one.
The pants fell to the floor in front of her. She tried to listen for something, anything, but all she could here were her deep breaths.
“The rest of them,” the deep voice finally breaking the silence. “All of your clothes.”
Somehow the voice was making her feel more comfortable, it was almost familiar she thought as she reached behind her shoulders and unhooked the bra.
Her nipples jumped out as the bra slipped down her arms and to the floor. She pulled her arms to squeeze them together before slowly pulling her underwear down to the floor.
She felt scared but oddly excited standing there nude.
She felt a body slowly coming up behind her, his breath on her neck he whispered into her ear, “Spread your legs a little,” for me.
Janet gasped as she felt the large hand encircling her breast. She parted her legs slightly as his other hand slid down to hips, his body pressing into her back.
“More,” he whispered, his finger slowly parting her smooth lips, reaching into her.
Janet parted her legs more as the finger probed deeper and deeper inside of her. She felt her body tensing with excitement, the fear still invading her mind trying to fight it back.
“Here, honey,” she heard the voice whispering as his finger slowly trailed from her hips to her mouth. She tasted herself as his finger explored her mouth.
“Touch yourself,” the voice whispered she felt him slowly backing away.
