Twenty-nine year old Gina sighed as she stepped onto the porch of the lake house. The morning air was a bit chill, but fall was still weeks away and the trees were green and leafy, partially obscuring the view of the neighbors. It felt good to be playing hooky from work. Well, sort of. She had taken the day off on a whim, feeling a need to get away and be alone for awhile. Her husband said he'd join her later in the afternoon once he left work. In the meantime, Gina had a romance novel and fresh batteries in her vibrator, and she planned to use her free time wisely.
The door opened and swung in noiselessly. Funny, she thought, pulling her key out of the lock. I don't remember oiling this. She shut the door and locked it behind her, then smiled to herself. Alone at last! She felt a tingle in her pussy. She had been so horny lately, a malady her husband seemed unable to cure. She loved the man dearly, but she just felt like she needed something more. Well, the vibrator would have to do.
She made a quick inspection of the cabin on her way to the bedroom. It hadn't been that long since she and her husband first bought the place, planning to use it as a weekend retreat. It was modest, nothing fancy, with outdated furniture that she hoped to replace eventually. Nothing seemed out of place. She had stopped worrying about break-ins. There was nothing here worth stealing.
Once in the bedroom, she closed and locked that door, too. It wouldn't do to have her husband arrive early and catch her in the middle of an orgasm. She kicked off her shoes and stretched. Did she want a bath first? Or an orgasm?
While she stood there trying to decide, a flicker of motion caught her eye. She turned and saw the closet door had swung open. Then a hand, a man's hand, swept into her vision from the left holding a white rag. Before she could react, the rag clamped over her mouth. She gasped in fright, involuntarily breathing in fumes from the chemical soaked cloth. She tried to struggle against the strong arms that held her, but already the room was spinning. Her legs became wobbly. Blackness crept in from the edges of her sight.
Inside, she felt terrified, yet at the same time she felt a thrill of excitement. She had been so focused on playing with herself that her pussy had become creamy. Her horniness was nearly stronger that her fright. The rag was removed after only seconds, but it was enough to leave her woozy, compliant. The strong hands pulled at her. She stumbled, unable to resist being led to the bed. As her legs gave out, Gina slumped onto the soft mattress.
She felt the hands grasp her ankles, then her legs were lifted and swung onto the bed. There was a rustle of cloth before her left arm was lifted. She must have blacked out then. When she woke again, both her arms were pulled up over her head, with her wrists tied to the headboard by strips of white silk. When she stirred she discovered her ankles were similarly secured. For the first time, Gina thought about the possibility she might be raped. Strangely, it made her pussy tingle even more.
The man appeared in the doorway. He was a big man, dressed entirely in black. A ski mask hid his face. He said nothing, giving Gina not even the sound of his voice to help her guess his identity. Only his eyes were visible, deep pools of brown that gleamed. He stepped to her side and reached for her, holding another strip of cloth in his hands.
"Don't," she managed to say, her voice slurred. Instead of gagging her like she'd expected, he put the cloth over her eyes. She should have guessed. Her neighbors here were like her, gone during the weekdays. No one would hear her cries for help. Odd, she thought to herself, that she had only now thought of calling for help.
His hands were on her body again. He started at her neck and began exploring, touching her intimately. He squeezed her breasts in passing, moved down to her tummy, her hips, pausing to cup her crotch. She heard him chuckle. He could feel the heat coming from her cunt. He stroked the length of her legs to her feet, then back up slowly to her chest. Gina felt helpless, totally at this stranger's mercy, and yet...
His touch aroused her. She was already horny, now her pulse had quickened, she was breathing faster, excitement radiated throughout her body. "Don't hurt me," she begged. "Please. Don't hurt me." She had meant to say don't rape me. Take what you want and go. As his hands began to unbutton her blouse, she realized that what he wanted was her.
The air was cool on her fair skin as he opened her blouse. He began kneading her tits again with more tenderness than she expected from a rapist. She felt his hot tongue on her belly. She flinched, sucking in her tummy. But he pursued and thrust his tongue into her belly button. "No!" Gina said loudly, but even to her own ears it sounded more like a moan.
He left her for a moment, then she felt him hovering over her chest. She could feel his breath on her cleavage, bathing her heaving breasts with warmth. Then she felt the touch of cold steel and she froze. His hands grabbed at her bra roughly, pulling it away form her flesh. There was a snip, and her bra fell away, cut in two. Her heavy breasts swayed, exposed to this stranger's gaze. Now he could see how her nipples were stiff, how aroused she was.
One hand closed around her right breast as the man sucked her left nipple into his mouth. Gina arched her back, pushing her tit into his face. You aren't supposed to enjoy it! she admonished herself. But God help her, his mouth felt like heaven as he swirled his tongue around her engorged nipple. He was squeezing her other breast roughly. She felt his body against her, felt his crotch press to her thigh. He was rock hard and he was thrusting, humping her thigh. Gina strained against her bonds, ashamed that she wanted more.
She felt his hands glide over her tummy then grasp the waist of her pants. He unbuttoned them, then pulled the zipper down. His mouth trailed down, over her belly to the top of her exposed panties. She quivered as he pulled her pants down, tugging them as his mouth explored every inch of uncovered skin. Gina bit her lip to stifle a moan of excitement when she felt his mouth on her pubic hairs. He pulled her pants past her as, and she couldn't stop herself from moaning as his tongue found the top of her slit. She heard him sniff deeply and sigh, as though the aroma of her excited pussy was like a bouquet of roses to him. His tongue probed between her lips.
