It was late. The sun had just gone down but there was still plenty enough light to see. You hear a knock at your door. You know its girl scout season as you had seen a co-worker bring some into the office that her daughter had sold to colleagues. You figure its just a cold call from a girl scout, trying to sell cookies. When you open the door, you are confronted by a masked man. He is tall. He bull rushes the door, just pushing right through, grabs you and twirls you around and pushes you up against the door, locking it.
You are so startled you haven't even processed what is happening yet. He cups his gloved hand over your mouth and whispers, "Not a word." You start to sense everything is not going to be alright. You feel him press against you and he runs his hands down your arms and grabs you by the wrists which are by your sides. "You be good and this won't hurt as much," he says. He spins you again, this time so you are facing the door and he quickly puts both hands behind your back.
You feel something slightly cold, hard and sharp against your wrists. Then you hear it. ZIP. A large zip tie tightens quickly and your wrists have no room to move. Its uncomfortable. Your mind is racing. Is he here to rob you? Or worse? He grabs your hair firmly and pulls you back to him and whispers. You can feel his warm breath on the back of your neck. "You prettier than the last one. I will have to take my time."
Now you really start to worry. He is a serial rapist is all you can think. You remember seeing stuff on the news about an assault in town recently. No one had been caught. You must be his next victim. The M.O. fits. Mask, same general height and build. White guy. You tell yourself to breath as you can feel the panic set in. You try to remember some of the details of the assault report. Nothing. He says, "I think I want you over at the table," as he pulls you off the door and guides you over to a nearby table. Then he pushes you down on it. His hand is against your neck. You feel him stand behind you, pressing into you.
You know he is going to rape you. You can feel his swollen cock against you. He grabs your hair again, just long enough to lift your head off the table. With his other hand you feel him slip a rope around your neck and tighten it. He releases your hair and quickly goes around the table and pulls the rope taut. You see him crawl under the table. He comes up on the other side. You surmise he has passed the rope around the far table legs and has them so you cannot lift your head or move it much left to right. "This will work," he says as you imagine the grin on his face beneath the mask.
He bends down and you can feel him press his face into your ass. "You smell nice," he says menacingly. You feel him put a rope around your right leg, one, two, three, four times, then tie it to the right table leg. He repeats the drill with the left. Your legs are spread. He pulls on the rope around your neck and you strain to breath against it. "Good," he says.
He bends down again and you can feel him tying the neck rope. As he finishes, he raises your skirt up around your waist. He reaches around, slides his hand down your panties starts to fondle your clit. He rubs against your ass. You struggle. You feel him shift his weight and the neck rope tightens. He tightens it further. You gasp for breath. He says, "you ought to be a good girl or you won't survive. The last one was a good girl. She lived."
Now your heart starts to race, you are panicking. You try to remain still. He slowly releases the tension on the neck rope. Then he says, "that's better, you see, I will get to take my time if you don't struggle. Struggling only makes it worse for you. I wouldn't be able to prepare you properly to receive me." You feel him pull your panties down as low as they will go. Then you feel him back off and put both his hands on your buttocks. "You have a nice ass," he says. You hear him bend down and then his tongue flicks across your anus. Its hot and wet and tickles. You cannot help but let out a sigh.
