Kate woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. Her body jumped with fright. Was that a noise? Yes. Shit. Bleep. A burglar. She heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Her heart was pounding. She froze with horror, clutching her duvet tightly. Her bedroom door creaked as it opened and a bright torch-light shone into her face. She grabbed at her phone beside her bed. Although she knew the battery was flat, she hoped it might scare him away if he thought she was calling someone. But the man grabbed the phone out of her hand and threw it across the room. She couldn't see him at all, as it was dark and he was pointing the torch at her face.
"No! Go away! My boyfriend will be here soon," she cried, hiding as much of herself as she could under the duvet.
She heard a deep chuckle. "Yeah, right. Your boyfriend." Clearly that bluff wasn't going to work.
"There's some jewellery in the top drawer of that cupboard," she said, pointing, her voice and her hand shaking with terror. "Please. Just take it and go."
"I don't want your jewellery," said the deep voice, slowly.
"What do you want then?" she asked.
He sniggered. Suddenly she regretted asking the question as she realised exactly what it was that he really wanted. She shivered with fright and her fists clenched up around the duvet.
"You know what I want, Kate. But I'm gonna tell you anyway. I. Want. Your. Cunt." He spat the words out slowly, emphasising the consonants. "And you want my cock, don’t you, you dirty little slut!”
She felt her pussy clench with fright and shock as he confirmed her worst fears. He wanted her body. And how the hell did he know her name?
"No! No! You can't! I don't! How do you know my name?”
“I know a lot about you Kate. You’re a slut who spends hours on porn sites, reading dirty stories, chatting to strange men and masturbating!”
“No!” Shit, how did he know this?
“Yes. You’re a filthy little LovePeddler, aren’t you Kate!”
“No, I’m a good girl.”
“You’d better be a good girl and do as you’re told. What would your work colleagues think if they knew what a dirty slut you are? You’d better hope nobody tells them.”
Bleep! Was he trying to blackmail her? “No! Please! Go away!”
But he came closer, climbing onto the bed and reaching out to touch her, the bright torchlight still shining in her face. His hand grasped her hair and pulled it backwards, holding her head tightly down against the pillow so he could look at her face. She grabbed at his hand and tried to scratch him with her fingernails and push him away. She couldn't see his face, as he had some kind of a mask over his eyes and nose, but she caught a glimpse of a strong, square jaw with stubble.
He went back over to the door and she heard some rustling and clinking noises. She still couldn't see anything as her eyes had been dazzled by the torch, but she guessed he had some kind of bag of tools. Then he came back over to her.
"No!" she cried as he took hold of her hand. His fingers felt hard and rough against her soft skin.
“Yes. You are going to submit to me, Kate.”
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