Heat Wave

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OOC: Kelly Anderson. 20 years old. 5'3". 105 pounds. Short brown hair. Brown eyes. Slim, athletic body.


IC:

It was the hottest night of the year, so naturally the air conditioner was on the fritz. I left my window open, but all that was doing was letting in more hot air. Even though I was only wearing a tiny belly shirt and panties, my body was still coated with a thin layer of sweat.

It was too hot to sleep. I was slipping in and out of consciousness and having weird dreams. In one of them, I dreamed a man was standing over my bed, only he was wearing a ski mask. I started to giggle because it was so hot out, but when he clamped his hand over my mouth and pressed the knife to my throat I stopped laughing because I suddenly knew it wasn't a dream....
 
It was all too easy. An open window, an open opportunity. This heat wave was unbearable and certainly making people say and do things out of their character. But for me, this had been something that was brewing in my mind long before the heat.

Her body look so tantalizing as I walked over to the bed from the window. She was giggling and looked pretty out of it. Her skin glistened with sweat teeming from her body, catching the light as it bounced off her curves. I could barely make out her nipples in the very small belly shirt as it rode up on her body. Her panties made the ensemble complete and that ensemble was one of a sexy, alluring woman with a body nearly no man could resist.

A few bucks and some imagination will get you what you want in life. For me, those things were a ski mask and a knife. The other things, the black t-shirt that clung to my skin as the heat made my body perspire, the tight blue jeans that outlined my crotch all too well, the black sneakers; those were all mine already.

The knife gleamed from my back pocket as my hand slowly and quietly pulled it from its sheath. I was surprised that she didn't notice me even when she looked blatantly at me, but the heat makes us all do things...sometimes crazy.

"If you don't want your neck slit, you'll do exactly as I say, bitch."
 
Kelly

I opened my mouth and screamed, but no sound came out. My eyes filled with tears as I felt the cold sharp steel bush against my tender flesh. He was probably a normal sized man, but my terror inflated him to monstrous proportions. He was like one of the creatures from my childhood nightmares. But this was real. So real.

"Please don't hurt me," I begged. "I'll show you where I keep my money…"

I stopped speaking in mid-sentence. It was stupid. We both knew he wasn't here to rob me. The next move was up to him….
 
I heard her words tremble as she spoke and knew she was mine when she paused mid-sentence. She was smart to keep her mouth restrained, but now I needed to restrain her limbs.

Hanging out of my back pocket, dangling in the air like snakes, were several blue, nylon bungee cords.

I had figured if she wouldn't cooperate that these would be last minute fixes to making sure that she would. But the thought of purchasing them and not even putting them to use seemed like a waste of money. I may be the man with the mask and the knife, but I'm not the kind of man not to not put something useful to waste.

I moved towards the bed, straddling her torso as I reached back towards my back pocket, fishing out the bungee cords. I felt her body heat mingle with the heat from my crotch as I felt her breathing erratically. I shushed her, making sure she wouldn't yell or scream as I presented the bungee cords, tying them around her wrists to the head board of the bed. Her eyes widened as she saw my movements and I made sure to speak with a serious tone.

"I'm going to tie you up, to make sure you don't do something foolish like get yourself hurt. And I'm very sure you don't want that to happen. If you comply, if you follow instructions, you live and will probably enjoy yourself as well. Anything other than that, you get to see how much blood of your blood I can shed. Do you understand?"
 
Kelly

He climbed on top of me and pinned me to the bed with his sheer weight. I was , but that wasn't enough for him. I groaned as I saw him pull the strands of rope out of his back pocket. I knew this would be my last chance to save myself. I started to fight him off.

"No," I protested, "Please…." But my struggles only seemed to further fuel his twisted passions. I fought him off until my strength gave out. And then he took my wrists and bound them firmly to the antique wooden headboard. I pulled against them, but it was no use.

I was completely at his mercy. And I knew deep down at my core that he didn't have any.
 
She fought and struggled, but the heat was just too unbearable at this point. Even my own body was feeling the pain from being under the ski mask, sweat starting to shine my skin as I felt a drop slowly travel down from the bottom of the mask, down my neck, tracing the veins that pumped my blood through body with a fervor, starting to make the bulge in my pants stiffen. God, it was too damn hot. It wasn't going to be too long, then I could remove these unforgiving clothes soon.

"Now....do your best not to flinch."

The knife gripped in my hand, started to slide down from her throat. The tip lightly scraping against her skin as the blade traveled down her shirt, over her belly, and back up again, barely touching her. I paused a few times as she would jolt a few times, squirming to try to free herself from the position she was in.

I made my move and lifted her shirt from her body, but not moving it up her body. Instead the knife did the work as the blade moved underneath her shirt at the bottom and started to rip a clean cut up her shirt, tearing it in half.
 
"Now....do your best not to flinch." He commanded.

It was unnecessary. I couldn't move. I could barely breathe. I wanted to close my eyes. I wanted to look away. But I couldn't. I just locked on the knife as he cruelly ran it along my helpless body. He took his time. He was feasting on my fear. Then with a single sudden motion he tore my shirt open all the way up the front, completely exposing my bare breasts to the steamy night air. Slick with sweat, they glistened invitingly in the moonlight.

I started to cry again. It didn't help. No. He was just getting started.
 
She started to whimper and cry as her shirt was completely torn down the middle, exposing her breasts, gleaming with sweat. If there was one thing that was going to ruin my mood, it was her crying.

My eyes locked onto hers as I got a little frustrated with her. In one quick motion, I raised the knife over my head and thrust it down towards the bed, plunging it into the mattress merely a few inches from her body. I could tell this was going to try my patience.

I then leaned down slowly, my lips meeting her neck with a light touch. My hand gently moved up her body, feeling the heat permeate with sweat as my fingertips traced her delicate skin.
 
Kelly

His touch was strangely tender as he ran his strong hands all along my immobilized body. My skin should have been crawling at his unwelcome advances, but instead I found myself in a strange place. I suddenly wasn't afraid anymore. I knew the only way I was going to get out of this was to submit completely. I knew that if I did I would be able to get through this. Somehow that gave me power.

As his lips brushed against my neck I whispered, "Take me. I'm yours. Do with me what you will...."
 
As her body seemed to relax when she spoke those words, my thoughts ran wild with lustful cravings at the things I had in mind for her. I now had her as my lips suckled on her tender neck, my hand reaching up to her breast, cupping it as my palm covered her sensitive nipple.

If she played nice, she would be rewarded. If she misbehaved, she would be punished.

My lips reached her earlobe as I lightly breathed into her ear, "As you wish"

It was then that I leaned back up, still straddling her body as I finally started to shed my unwanted clothes, starting with my slightly damp shirt, covered in sweat. My torso gleamed in the light that bathed the room, revealing the definition of my muscles as I tossed the shirt aside. My fingers unbuttoned my jeans, but only left them unzipped as I leaned back down towards her, letting my lips plant onto her soft, supple breasts.
 
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