She Awoke With A Start
She awoke with a start...what was that noise she had heard?
Intently, she strained to catch any sound, however slight......Yes, she could
hear the sounds of someone moving around downstairs.
What should she do? Her first reaction was to hide under the bedclothes until
the intruder went away, but on reflection it wasn't a good option. Should she
get out of bed and hide? That might be better, she might not be found.
Her thoughts became academic, as her eyes, becoming accustomed to the gloom,
caught a shadowy movement in the doorway to the bedroom.
Her breath caught in her throat as she realised that the figure was coming
towards the bed.
It appeared to be a man, quite tall, dressed in dark clothes, as he came nearer
she was able to make out a little more detail. He was in his thirties, with
short brown hair, and he wore a leather jacket that caught a little of what
light was in the room.
She stared at him, fascinated, like a rabbit caught in a car's headlights.
He came to the foot of her bed and said in a low voice
"Hello, what have we got here?"
Her body didn't seem to be her own as terrible thoughts flitted across her
consciousness. What was he going to do to her?
"Ttttake what you want ..I won't stop you," she stuttered, her teeth felt as
though they belonged to someone else.
"I already have" he replied.
"It's all downstairs, I just came up to see if there was anything else worth
nicking ......"
"And I find you....a helpless young lady"
A trace of sexual excitement rose up in her, she couldn't believe it, despite
all the terror and apprehension she felt, she was becoming aroused. She found
herself appraising the man, her eyes ran up and down him, it did not go
unnoticed, he smiled at her, his eyes dropping to the bedclothes she held tight
to her rigid body.
"Let go of the sheet" he said, "I want to see what you have to offer me"
He gazed steadily at her, the tone of his voice indicating that he was not
expecting her to refuse.
In a dream she slowly dropped the bed sheet , revealing her firm breasts, she
could feel her nipples were stiff from fear, despite that, she felt a little
pleased at his reaction to the sight of them.
"Mmmmm...very nice", he said "I'm going to enjoy handling those......."
"Please don't hurt me" she said in a small voice..."I'll do anything you
want...."
"You certainly will" he replied "Now, get out of bed, I want to examine you"
What could she do? he was far too big and strong for her, she thought of diving
for the phone on the table nearby, and she briefly turned her head to see if it
was within her immediate reach.
"Don't bother" he said, guessing her intent, "I've cut the phone lines....."
Her only lifeline removed, she obeyed his order, and slowly began to pull the
sheet from her naked body. Impatiently, he grabbed the sheet from the end of the
bed and pulled it from her in one swift movement.
Gasping , she put her hands between her legs to cover her nakedness.
"I see.....we're shy are we?" he asked, not really expecting an answer.
"Now, stand here", he said, pointing to an area immediately in front of him.
Her body moved of its own accord to the required spot, she still had her hands
covering as much of her as possible, but it was futile, she knew that sooner or
later he was going to see all of her naked charms.
She stood before him, hands clasped in front like a naughty schoolgirl in front
of the headmaster.
He looked her up and down - was it approval she saw in his eyes? She reasoned
that if he found her attractive she would have a better chance of coming through
this ordeal.
"Turn around" he said.
After a short pause she did as she was told, slowly rotating her shivering,
naked form.
She made no attempt to cover her bottom with her hands, instead keeping them in
front of her. She reasoned it would not be of any use to act modestly. Perhaps
he would make fuck her and go, she thought.
A mental image of this man mounting her sprung to mind, but she quashed it, at
the same time acknowledging that if he was kind to her it wouldn't be such an
ordeal, he was, after all, quite attractive.....
What was she thinking! It would be rape, pure and simple, she was angry with
herself for having these thoughts.
"Very nice," he said, "now, kneel on the floor!" his tone brooked no dissent,
and she found herself dropping to her knees in front of him. She could no longer
look at his face, and lowered her head.
"Put your hands behind your back."
As she did so, he secured her wrists with a length of cord that she guessed he
had brought expressly for the purpose.
A loop of cloth was dropped over her head and pulled against her closed mouth.
He tugged on the material forcing her mouth open as it pressed against her lips
and teeth.
Her mouth hurt from this, so she opened it a little wider for him in order to
prevent further discomfort. He completed the task, grunting in approval at her
voluntary action, then swiftly fastening the cloth behind her head.
He left he there, satisfied that she could make no sound or go very far. Of
course she could struggle to her feet, and try and escape, but she knew it was
hopeless, she was barefoot, naked and bound and he would be able to catch her
with ease.
She awaited her fate, listening to him going into the upstairs rooms, presumably
checking that there were no further valuables to steal.
He came back into her bedroom, and with a very bad attempt at humour said
"Still here?"
"OK.... stand up, I'm taking you with me"
She gasped through the gag, she thought he was going to leave her bound on the
floor while he made his getaway.
In a daze she struggled to her feet. As soon as she was standing, he fastened a
length of cord around her neck, as a makeshift collar. A tug on it, and she was
forced to follow him downstairs. She was, obviously, very reluctant to go with
him, but a few well measured blows from the flat of his hand on her bottom
persuaded her otherwise....
He opened the front door and led her outside, it was the middle of the night and
the street she lived in was quiet at the best of times, so she was not hopeful
of someone seeing her abduction.
She was thrust face downwards into the back seat of a car, and within a few
seconds they were speeding down the road.
Briefly looking over his shoulder at his captive he said, "in case you think
that the Police can trace this car, it's stolen, we'll be changing cars very
shortly......"
Sure enough within a few minutes she found herself being removed from the first
car and placed in exactly the same fashion in his car. He pressed her down
against the soft leather upholstery and ruthlessly tied her ankles together and
with a tug pulled them up behind her, fastening them to her already bound
wrists. A rug was thrown over his hog-tied captive and once again she found
herself travelling at high speed.......but where to ?
She struggled to untie herself but the bondage was tight and chillingly
effective..... I've been secured by an expert, she thought grimly.
The journey seemed to take an eternity, he stopped once, to check that she was
still tightly secured in her helpless position. She had shaken off the blanket
during the drive, he rebuked her as he replaced it. She thought that he would
spank her, but guessed that it would have been too much trouble for him to untie
her legs......
There was the sound of crunching gravel under the wheels of the car as they came
to a halt.
He reached into the back seat and having removed the blanket from her, untied
the cord that kept her legs fastened to her wrists. Untying her ankles, he
ordered her out of the car.
She exited awkwardly, the arm bondage making it difficult for her to keep her
balance. She had to press her face into the leather of the seat on more than
one occasion in order to extricate herself from the prone position.
She grunted through the gag in discomfort as her bare feet made contact with the
gravel, but he showed no sympathy as she stood unsteadily on the drive.
He fastened a leather belt around her waist, pulling it very tight. A cord was
fastened to the back of the belt, and threaded between her ass cheeks, dangling
down between her legs. He picked up the cord and abruptly pulled it up and
towards him, the rough surface rubbing against her sensitive vagina. She
squealed through the gag, stumbling forward to reduce the tension on the rope.
It was not only being pulled hard against her cunt but was stretched taught
against her tight, puckered bum-hole.
The gravel hurt her feet as she stumbled towards the door, she didn't want to be
led into the house, but had absolutely no choice in the matter. She did try and
pull back against the rope, but it cut mercilessly into her poor abused pussy,
as sensing her reluctance, he tugged it even harder........
It was an older property, perhaps once a vicarage, she fleetingly thought, in
any other circumstances she would have admired it, even welcomed a guided tour.
He led her into the hallway, glancing around, she noticed that the house was
richly furnished.
Had he equipped it with the proceeds from robberies?.......
At the same time, she admired his taste in furniture, if indeed this was his
house.
A chill ran through her, perhaps she was being taken to his boss, she knew that
thieves seldom worked alone. Even though she was apprehensive as to what he may
do to her, she decided that she would be better off taking her chances with him
, rather than being handed over to some fat old man .....
He forced her to stumble over to a studded door, and indicating her to stop, he
switched the fastening of the cord from the back of the belt to the front, once
again dropping the free end to dangle between her legs.
Standing behind her picked up the rope from between her legs, and pulled it up,
so that yet again it was pulled tight against her cunt and ass crack. This he
used to steady and support her as she was urged down the stairs, every little
stumble causing the cursed rope to torment her private parts.
As they reached the bottom of the stairs, the door shut behind them with an
ominous clunk.
She wondered if she would ever climb the stairs and go back through that door
....
He slackened the rope between her legs, and pushed her forward into the centre
of the room.
Terror gripped her when she found that they had entered what seemed to be a
torture chamber. The walls were painted black, and a blood red carpet was under
her bare feet. There was a bewildering array of evil looking implements on one
wall, the purpose of which she couldn't even begin to guess.
Although the room was warm, she shivered.
What had he in store for her?
In one corner she noticed a tiny cage, surely a human being couldn't fit into
that?
At one end of the room there appeared to be a vaulting horse, but she knew
no-one had performed gymnastics on this particular example, it was deeply padded
in black leather and there were various fastening points scattered liberally
over the legs and lower part of the saddle......
"Kneel!" he commanded.
She was slow to follow his order, still trying to take in her surroundings, that
earned her 3 heavy slaps to her ass, she yelped into the gag at every one.....
Once in a kneeling position, he removed the cloth gag. The respite from the gag
was short, however, as it was immediately replaced by a ball-gag, the bright red
rubber ball being uncompromisingly strapped into her mouth. She had thought that
the other gag was bad, but this was worse. She could no longer breath through
her mouth, and whereas before she could utter some sound through the cloth gag,
no noise could escape from around the ball, her vocal reaction was reduced to
the sound she could emit from her throat......
Her ankles were secured with a thick leather strap, and a chain was fastened to
her wrists and clipped to an eye hidden deep in the carpet.
Lastly a thick black blindfold was fastened around her head cutting out all
sight completely.
She heard his footsteps retreating, ascending the stairs, the heavy clunk of the
door, and with dismay she realised she was alone ...
The END
