"Alright, I'm headed out now. Any last minute additions or requests?" said Luna, asking her roommate if she needed anything at the supermarket for the weekly grocery run. She was 20 years old with long black hair and a modest figure, minus her plump chest that almost pushed into the E-cup range that was currently draped over by an apron.
"I'm fine sis." Sola responded simply. She was Luna's honey blonde short-haired younger sister by two years, though they were as night and day in style as they were in their names. While Luna had a more mature and subdued beauty, Sola was far more vibrant, youthful, and trendy. And while she sported a similar slim figure, she was still a good two cups sizes smaller than her elder sister.
The two lived together in a small and cheap, but cozy rented apartment together supported by Luna's income. Tragic circumstances 3 years ago caused them to lose both their parents to a drunk driver, and with no other immediate family, and a less-than-ideal inheritance, the sisters were forced to fend for themselves earlier than they expected.
Luna at age 17 took it upon herself to become her younger sister's caretaker and breadwinner not wanting her to ever have to worry about finances or their troublesome situation, and Sola was happy to let her sister fill the role of pseudo-mother so she could focus on her school life.
Luna plugged away at her jobs at two separate garden centers solemnly, both as a means to pay the bills, and a means to see how the business worked since she one day dreamed of opening up her own garden center and living a simple but peaceful life. She had neither the aspirations nor the skills for college life, and instead wanted her sister to pursue her own dreams and reach for greatness.
This was because unlike her, Sola was bright in every sense of the word. Not just radiant and popular in personality, but smart too. She truly was the ideal girl who had brains and beauty to compliment her charming and kind soul that could not help but draw others in. Despite that, she never really dated and simply stuck to her group of gal pals despite multiple love confessions, not afraid to get sassy when it suited her mood.
Keeping Sola's star lit was Luna's sole drive in life. But she was unaware of just what was bubbling beneath the surface of her radiant younger sister. Nor did she realize that their pure and peaceful life was about to come to a crashing end by the hands of not just one, but two sick monsters...
"Be sure to lock the door behind me when I leave." Luna said in a somewhat parental tone.
"Yes Mom." Sola responded somewhat mockingly at their assumed roles in their small family. Luna was not pleased by the jabbing remark though.
"You might want to nix that sassy teenage tone in the near future. College admissions likely won't take nicely to it despite your grades. You have an obligation to live up to the high expectations your teachers and I have in you after all." Luna chastised as she walked out the door with reusable grocery bags in hand.
With her elder sister rounding the bend down the apartment complex stairs, Sola took on a sullener posture in response to Luna's comments as she locked the door and stood in front of it motionless. It was not the chastisement that set her in this mood, but rather the content itself that made her crestfallen.
While it was true she had a great deal of academic potential, she lacked any and all motivation to actually pursue it. She wasn't even looking at colleges, much less had an idea of what college major and career she should pursue. Her life dreams were far simpler, yet infinitely more profane.
"Why can't we just stay like this?" Sola whimpered to herself. "We can save up money for that garden center you want to run. I can run it alongside you. We can just live for each other, share in our deep experiences. I'd be happy even if we just lived in a hut together. We can even...share a bed together..." Sola trailed off wistfully as she reached her hands into her yoga pants and panties, beginning to stroke her pussy, imaging Luna ravishing her body in what had become a daily fantasy routine for her.
When Luna took over as a substitute parent for her, Sola felt a great deal of admiration for her older sister. The ceaseless efforts and devotion she put into raising her and making her feel safe and cared for in the closing years of her teenage life impacted her greatly, and at some point that feeling of respect morphed into a warm love for her, and then somehow made the shift to an outright erotic attraction.
Sola knew it was wrong, being sexually attracted to her own sister, but she could not help picturing the two of them walking down the aisle together. A sensual union between the sun and the moon like a beautiful eclipse.
As the self-pleasuring continued, she still knew deep down such a fantasy would never become reality. Luna was as straight as an arrow both sexually and morally, and she knew any sort of confession would be met with rejection and appall. Denying and capping her feelings for Luna had become almost second nature at this point, often hiding her romantic affection with jokes and sass if not dead silence for fear of losing the familial love she already had.
Her masturbation was suddenly cut short however when she heard someone knock on the apartment door, prompting a swift and embarrassed retraction of her hand. She then noticed the grocery list Luna wrote out on the small table by the door in the corner of her eye and quickly surmised the situation. Sola grabbed the list with one hand, then unlocked and opened the door with the other, ready to let her forgetful sister back in and pass off the list. But it was not her forbidden love interest who was at the door.
Instead was the imposing figure of a tall and slender man dressed in all black, including a hood that covered his entire face and head including his eyes, as well as a gun that he had pointed square at her. Sharp fear quickly replaced her arousal as she stepped backward slowly and silently with her hands raised them in front of her, fearful any sudden motion would prompt a shot from the intruder. The grocery list dropped to the floor, and the assailant followed her inside as he closed and relocked the door behind him.
"We...we don't have anything worth stealing. Everything we have is either ch-cheap or a hand-me-down." Sola said nervously as she tried to convince the burglar to leave.
"Heh...not what I'm after little missy." The masked man said with a sinister and somewhat nasally voice. "But don't worry, I won't hurt you anymore than I have to if you just follow my instructions." He continued as he clutched his gun still firmly pointed at Sola. "Now then...strip down and the fun can get started." he grimly ordered.
In that moment Sola knew exactly what was coming and who the intruder was. The local news had been reporting a string of rapes in the surrounding towns where the rapist knocked on the doors of apartments without peepholes, held the victims at gunpoint, bound and gagged them with tape, and played "games" with his victims using various "toys" that he all recorded with his phone. Five victims had already been reported, and it looked like she was about to become unlucky number six.
"I said strip!" the rapist said crudely as he broke Sola out of the local news feed in her mind and she fearfully began disrobing her shirt and yoga pants as quickly as she could as if doing it faster would somehow mellow him out and make up for any time he may have thought was lost. Sola was quickly down to just her golden bra and panties and tried to stop stripping at this stage hoping to keep at least some dignity. No such luck...
"Underwear off!" the rapist barked angrily as tears began to flood Sola's eyes in both fear and pain. Once more she obeyed, slowly and humiliatingly stripping off the last of her clothes leaving her bare ass, tits, and crotch for all to see. "Good...now be quiet, turn around, and put your hands behind your back." he ordered curtly, never dropping his grip on his gun.
Trembling, Sola once more complied by turning herself around 180 degrees and putting her arms behind her. Before she could even look back at the intruder, he had produced a roll of duct tape from the rape kit bag he brought with him and began wrapping the sticky adhesive over her arms, binding them together tightly and firmly.
Sola turned her head back to her attacker. "You don't have to do this! You can just walk out now and I promise I won't even report this!" Sola said desperately in tears, trying in a vain effort to avoid the worst of what was likely to come. But the would-be rapist was far from receptive.
"I said, BE QUIET!" he groaned as he then pulled the roll of tape over Sola's mouth and began wrapping it around her head.
"Mmphh! Mmmff! HMMMFFF!" Sola moaned each time the roll came around and added another muffling layer to the gag.
Her attacker then forced her bare ass to the cheap carpet and went around to her front side. She wanted to kick him, but the firearm he kept on hand deterred any such attempt. She was fearful he was about to go right for her pussy, but instead he bent her right leg and began wrapping the tape around her calves and thighs until she could no longer move them and then did the same with her left leg, locking her into a merciless frog tie.
The rapist then rose to his feet assuming a triumphant stance as he looked down on his latest victim, Sola returning the look with a fearful glance. "You look so much lovelier like that my dear. Now then...what sort of "games" should I play with you today?" he mused with a sadistic look on his face.
"MMMFFF! HMMMM!" Sola cried as she vigorously shook her head both as an act of defiance and a futile attempt to shake off her gag. She was terrified and wanted nothing more than her sister to show up and rescue her from this creep like her very own prince charming.
But Sola retracted the wish shortly after thinking it. 'No...if Luna came in right now, she would just get dragged into this situation too. My sister could wind up in the same position I'm in now if this creep uses me as a hostage, and could just outright gun her down right in front of me if he gets spooked. No...better that I alone endure this than give my sister the same kind of fear and pain I am going through now.' Sola thought rationally. Even knowing she would soon be defiled and deflowered, she did not want to risk her beloved older sister suffering the same fate.
