Stranger_(2)

I awoke in the middle of the night in my boyfriend’s bed. The first thing I became aware of was that I was cold. The second came as I tried to turn over and cuddle up with him. I was tied with my arms above my head and my legs spread.

“Cody? What’s going on?” I asked the darkness around me. I tried to turn and pull my arms down, but they wouldn’t budge. As my eyes adjusted, I could see that Cody had left the window open after we had finished having sex earlier, but now a form was blocking the streetlight.

“C-C-Cody?”

“Cody is, ah, a little tied up right now.” The form moved closer to me as I tried to inch away. He put a hand over my mouth as he continued. “Don’t worry, pet. He is unharmed and will remain so as long as you don’t give me any trouble.” I squinted, trying to make out who the voice belonged to. “Ah-ah-ah. Don’t want you to be able to pick me out of a line-up, now would we?” Using his free hand, he slipped the elastic to a blindfold behind my head and over my eyes. “Much better for that purpose, although, I do wish I could look into those pretty green eyes of yours. Now, let’s set a couple rules. One, you do what I say, without hesitation. You are tied up to the bed. If you do what I say, this whole experience will be much more pleasurable for you. If you resist, you’ll get punished and I’ll make you do what I want anyway. Two, you will not scream, or attempt to injure me in anyway. Remember, I’ve got your boyfriend tied up. Doing either one of these things will get him injured, if you piss me off enough, I might just stab him and leave you two tied up here. Do you understand?”

As I listened to him go on, the direness of my situation really set in. This pervert was going to make me do whatever he wanted, or Cody could end up seriously hurt. I nodded to let him know I understood his rules.

“Good. Now, let’s see what’s under this old shirt shall we?”

I could feel him grabbing the bottom of Cody’s shirt I had slipped on after our fun last night. I tensed up as I heard the flip of a knife and the tearing as the fabric gave way to the blade. He cut from the bottom to the collar, and then through each of the sleeves. I desperately wished I could pull my arms down and cover myself. I was left wearing just panties, and no bra. And then nothing at all as he sliced his knife through the band of my underwear. Despite the open window, I felt myself growing hot with embarrassment as this stranger paused to take in the sight he had in front of him. I am no Victoria’s Secret model. At 5’6”, I am technically considered overweight at 160 lbs, but I can honestly say that I have quite a bit of muscle to me. My body is very curvy and firm and I know some girls who would kill to have my breasts. They are the one part of me that is bigger than average. I wear a size 38DD bra and my back constantly suffers from it.

The man brought his hand up to my left breast, and just stroked it with a knuckle. I wanted to scream and jerk away to get his filthy hand off me, but the fear of Cody being injured reduced my resistance to a whimper as I turned my head away.