She stepped out of the bath and wrapped a towel around herself. As usual she had run the bath water a little too hot so her skin was glowing red and she felt a little light headed. Perhaps this was the reason that she did not notice anything amiss as she entered her bedroom.
She stood in front of her full length mirror and let her towel drop to examine her naked body critically in the mirror. Her nipples hardened in the cooler air of her bedroom and she shivered a little as she studied her breasts and let her fingers stroke lightly across her stomach. As she lifted her hands up to let down her hair, which she had pinned up for her bath, the mirror reflected a sudden movement in the room behind her. Before she had time to turn her arms were gripped firmly and pulled roughly behind her. A voice muttered in her ear “If you don’t struggle you won’t get hurt.” She tried in vain to turn or to free her arms, but the man was too strong and she could barely move. “Get the hell off me!” she snapped, more annoyed than scared as she could not truly believe that this could be happening to her in her own safe, suburban house. His hands tightened, abruptly, shockingly, on her wrists, grinding the small bones together painfully and making her cry out. “Listen, you fucking bitch, this isn’t a game, now do as I say or it’ll hurt a lot more.” the man growled. She stopped fighting and started thinking, trying to work out her best chance of escape. Her house was detached, so there was no point calling for help, and she’d left her phone downstairs. He’d already demonstrated that he was far stronger than her, so fighting would only end up with her getting hurt, and a mental stock take of the room revealed a woeful lack of potential weapons. As she realised the hopelessness of her situation, her body went limp with despair, and her assailant took this opportunity to spin her around and throw her down face first on the bed.
Before she had a chance to take advantage of her temporary release, he flung his heavy body down on to her, knocking the breath from her body, and in one practised move he gathered both her wrists in one hand. Her heart sank as she heard the rattle of thin chains and cold metal pressed against her skin – he was handcuffing her wrists together and she had no chance of escape. He ran a chain from the handcuffs to the crossbar of her headboard, and with no apparent effort he flipped her over and, huffing laughter at her attempts to kick him, roped each leg to a corner post at the foot of her bed. Naked and spreadeagled, her face flushed with embarrassment and fury as he stood up and swiftly removed his own clothes. Her eyes were drawn to his thick cock, already tumescent, and she looked away quickly as he followed her gaze.
“Oh don’t worry, bitch, you’ll get your fill of that tonight.” he said, laying down beside her on the bed. He reached out and pinched first one nipple, then the other, twisting each painfully and smiling at her gasps.