"Sit there!", he says - like I can actually go ANYwhere. And if I could, did he REALLY think I was going to play the sweet damsel in distress while he robs my whole friggin' house! I was actually going to be out for the night, then I remembered I hadn't set my VCR for FRIENDS, so I ran back home, only to find this guy in a ski mask hiding behind the door. The next thing I know, I was pulled into my bedroom, my hands & feet were tied and a cloth belt was tied in my mouth. Did I fight him? No, not really, cause I figured the sooner he had me tied up, the sooner he'd get the hell out. Still, right after he tied the gag in my mouth, my blood started to boil. He twisted the knot tight just under my hairline and when I made an involuntary grunt in response to the tightness, he laughed and pushed the strip behind my teeth. He started calling me "Little girlie" and told me that girls like me need gagging to be "seen and not heard". He was no sooner out of the bedroom, than I started testing the ropes. I have to give it to him - he tied me damn tight and I soon knew there was no way I was going to get the use of my hands or feet. If I was going to screw this creep, I had to do it trussed up like a chicken. Sucking in air through my nose, I started to inch off the chair. If I could get to the floor in one piece, then I could get to the phone and give this guy the shock of his life when the cops came bursting in. I did, it too - I had the phone in my hand and I was working my fingers to hit 911, when The Creep came back. He snatched the phone, pulled out the plug and started laughing again and what a "bad girl" I was. He picked me up like I was a rag doll & tossed me onto the bed, still laughing. Believe me, under the gag I was using language that showed I was NO "little girl". He reached up and pulled the cloth from my mouth to see what I was grunting about, which was a bad move on his part. I stopped cursing and started yelling, which was then a bad move on MY part. He clamped his hand over my mouth pinning my lips shut. Only removing it when he positioned his filthy handkerchief ready to shove in my mouth. I retched & gagged trying not to think of where that thing had been but I could pot stop him from filling up my cheeks. He knew that one way or another, I was going to spit that crap out the first chance I had, and he stopped that move by winding another rag (yuk) around my head and between my lips, soon securing it with a familiar tight knot in the back of my head. He wasn't done here. Pulling out more rope, he flipped me on my belly and in a minute I was pulled into a "V" shape. My wrists and ankles connected and separated by just inches. The pressure on my spine was horrid and I kept trying to roll in a way that would relieve it. Either I found that way, or I went numb, as soon the pain was just about barbell. It was then I noticed I was alone. He had gone as I hoped, but now I was in a place to stay being a "good girl" for a long, long night.
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