You’ve decided to get away for a night or two. The cute rental house was cozy, quiet and exactly what you thought you needed to just disconnect from the real world for a bit. You turn on the tv, pour yourself a drink and settle into the couch to unwind while wearing loose pajama bottoms and a comfortable tank top.

You try to get comfortable but a nagging sense of uneasiness creeps into your mind. Every hum of an appliance in the other room or creak of the house itself snatches your attention away from the tv, from your much needed relaxation. You tell yourself you’re being ridiculous and do your best to tune the background noises out.

A few minutes go by and you’re finally feeling settled. You stretch your arms over your head, take a deep breath and with an exaggerated exhale you sink into the couch as the stress you’ve been carrying seems to almost melt away. However, before you can even draw another breath you hear the distinct sound of the front door jiggling in the other room. You freeze and hold your breath. Are you hearing things? It has to just be house noises you tell yourself. You sit up and alert, inhale slowly and wait. You hear it again. Your heart races. You now know you’re not hearing things. You muster the courage to get up and peek around the corner towards the door.

You see the doorknob turn, hear it click and watch the door slowly open. Panic shoots through your body as you duck around the corner and freeze. You cover your mouth so not to scream but your very breathing sounds like thunder in your ears. You hear footsteps coming down the hall and decide to run. You bolt away from the front door as quickly and quietly as you can taking refuge in a nearby bedroom closet. You hope the stranger didn’t hear you but know that’s unlikely so you instead pray that he simply takes what he came for and leaves.

The closest door bursts open without warning. You scream and try to push past the masked man in front of you. Your feeble attempt goes nowhere. The stranger grabs you by the hair with one hand and pulls you into him. His other arm wraps tightly around your arms pinning them to your side. In an instant you’re lifted off the ground and heaved onto the bed. It’s all too clear what this man is here for…

You try to crawl away but you feel a hand lock down on your ankle and drag you to the edge of the bed. An arm comes across your neck and tightens like a boa constrictor. The other grabs your hips and pulls forcing you to bend over face down onto the bed. You scream into the covers as your arms are pulled behind your back and you feel the cold pinch of handcuffs tightening on your wrists. Your head is yanked back by your hair. You open your mouth to scream and you feel the gag tighten across your mouth and cinch up behind your head. All you can do is sob knowing no one is going to hear you and no one is going to come to your rescue.

Still bent over you feel two hands draw down your back, along your hips and finally to your ass. You feel the fingers hook over the waist of your pants and underwear and pull them down slowly and deliberately. You try to buck and straighten up but one hand simply moves to your back and pins your down.

The hand on your back reaches up to your hair as your legs are kicked wider apart. You feel a shifting of weight behind you and hear a zipper being undone. You cry and scream uncontrollably into the gag as you know what’s coming next. With a brutal thrust a cock is buried deep inside of you and the entire bed shifts. The pounding continues as your head is continually pulled back by your hair. You’re given a brief reprieve as you’re flipped onto your back. You look up and see the masked stranger standing between your legs. He grabs your tank top by the neck and tears it open exposing your breasts. He hoists your legs up onto his shoulders and forcefully enters you again. He grabs you by the back of the head and makes you watch his cock slam in and out of your battered pussy. Finally he finished and allows you to roll over. He ties your feet together and pulls a blindfold over your eyes. You allow hope to creep into your mind, maybe he’ll leave. It’s then you hear him speak for the first time as he growls into your ear… “we’re just getting started”.