I leave the window open at night while I sleep. I like the feeling of the cool breeze across my skin, blowing at my black silk slip as I drift off. It's a hot night, so I don't have any blankets on, just a sheet, but it's too hot to have that covering me; I kick it off while I sleep and it's tangled between my legs as I toss and turn on the double bed.
I don't hear you come in... I don't know you're there until you are on top of me; you're straddling me, one hand holding my hands down while the other covers my mouth. I moan, and squirm under you, trying to get away, still in the throes of sleep and not really understanding what's going on. You grab my scarf from beside the bed, and tie it over my eyes. I can't see you; I can't see anything. You take another scarf, and tie my heads to the headboard. You're still straddling me and I can feel you getting hard against my stomach.
I finally understand what's going on, and I begin to struggle more, I'm thrashing back and forth, kicking my legs and screaming, begging you to stop. You don't say anything; you grab my slip and rip it off me, enjoying your view of my white skin, my nipples hardening against the cool wind.
Finally you talk. "Scream all you want, no one will hear you." You're right. I live a ways from the nearest home, the last house on the road, surrounded on all sides by trees or fields. I keep screaming, but I know it's true. There's no one who can hear me, no one can help me... it's just me, alone in my house, with you. I'm at your mercy, and you know it. I'm naked now, and even though I'm scared, I can feel myself getting wet. You're moving down my body now; your hands are stroking my legs, running your fingers behind my knees, sending shivers down my spine. I moan involuntarily. "You like that, huh?"