You open the front door and step out. A hand covers your mouth and nose. You struggle to breath. The person is large. He pushes you back into the house. Everyone is gone. You can hear the clock ticking on the wall as you are pushed into the house...you and your assailant are well into the living room when you hear the front door close. Someone else?
You are pushed face first into the couch and start to scream. A hand smacks your ass through the slacks you chose to wear today. The sting subsides to a dull throb. A laugh. The man thinks it's funny.
"Scream all you want, bitch, there's no one in any of the neighboring houses to hear."
A hand wraps itself in your lustrous brown hair and pulls back, raising your head. You see a white cloth...gauze? come in and cover your eyes. The hand rleases your hair. You still can't move. His weight has settled on your back. Something cool touches your temple and tugs at the skin...tape, he's taping the gauze over your eyes. It wraps around your head several times. When he has finished, you have no vision through it. Even the edges are well sealed.
Relief floods your air starved body as he gets up off you. Your hands fly to the blind fold, but he grabs them. "Now, now. We'll have none of that, my sweet. Stay calm and obediant and we'll leave with you still in one piece. Do you understand?"
You nod.
"I can't hear you. Speak up." SMACK! He hits your ass again and you yelp from surprise.
"Y-yes. Please don't hu-" SMACK! "Aaah!" That stings!
"I didn't give you permission to talk did I slut?"
You know he will hit you again, so you answer, "No."
"Good. You learn quick."
You are unceromoniously flipped over, big hands grasp the front of your blouse and pull. You hear tearing and the patter of buttons hitting the wood floor. He chuckles, hands grope your breasts through the bra.
Something cold touches your skin...it slides up...oh god! It's a knife. You know now that resistance would be foolhardy. It slides under your bra between your breasts and he pulls upward. The fabric parts with little noise. The support of the bra is gone with that one cut.
After a moment his hands are on you directly, squeezing and pinching the tender flesh. More chuckling as he rolls your nipples between his fingers. Your breath quickens. It feels good. Something about being powerless over your own body is also...arousing for you.
His hand buries itself in your hair again and you are guided off the couch to a standing position. The remants of your blouse and bra are stripped from you, cool air wafts over you.
"Take your pants off."
You hesitate, just for a moment and the cold metal of the knife is against your collarbone, just inches away from your throat. Your hands rush to comply, the belt is undone and the button...zipper. The slacks slide down over your finely curved hips and gather on the floor. You are standing there with them around your ankles in only your thigh-highs and blue silk panties.
His hand caresses your ass. "Step out of them."
You try to step out, but your heels catch in the pant legs. "Ditch the shoes, cunt." he says. You wiggle your foot out and step out of the pants. After repeating the process with the other foot, the hand in your hair guids you backwards. Your legs hit a low soft object and you nervously teeter. "Sit down and lie back." he says as his hand releases your hair. It's the ottoman, you lie back on it, chest heaving, body trembling. You hope he or his friend don't notice the damp spot forming in the crotch of your panties.
The knife touches your leg. It slide under the elastic of the panties and slices one leg off, then repeats on the other side. The cloth is pulled from your body, you can feel the fabric cling to the moistness of your pussy, just for a second. He laughs. "She's wet! What a little slut. You like this, don't you?"
