House Slut 14

Tegan felt a great deal better now that she’d spoken with Brandon. She didn’t know if Angus and Sam were equally troubled by the situation but she doubted it – and she hoped any other concerns would be easily alleviated. She just hoped she didn’t run out of sexy stories to tell about her past exploits to get them excited, because there weren’t really that many for her to fall back on. Now that her brief fling with Bethany was a secret between her and Brandon her well of experience was starting to run a little dry. She somehow doubted any of the guys would be pleased to know about her liaison with Trevor in the back room of a gym, so that was going to be her own little secret for the foreseeable future.

Mid-thought as she turned to step into her bedroom she was suddenly pushed roughly from behind and stumbled forward sprawling across the bed. As she tried to push back to find her feet she was pushed back down and a gloved hand pushed her face into the mattress, muffling her startled scream of panic. She felt something cold and metal clamp around her right wrist and heard the ratcheting of a handcuff closing. The hand holding her head down changed as the person grabbed her cuffed wrist and brought it across the back of her body to close the other cuff around her other wrist. She kicked violently with her legs flailing at the air, but with the person’s weight on her back she wasn’t going anywhere. The hand suddenly gripped her hair and pulled her head up and as she gasped for air a heavy wad of cloth was forced into her mouth and she felt it pulled tight and deftly knotted behind her head. She tried to scream but what came out of her sounded more like a muffle grunt of irritation. She felt light headed and logically she knew she must be hyperventilating. She pulled uselessly at the cuffs and tried to steady her breathing. The gag was easy enough to breathe around so her immediate fears of suffocation were allayed, but then a dark strip of cloth was pulled over her eyes and she tried to struggle again as this one was also knotted behind her head, blocking all light. Her next attempt at a scream came out only as a fearful whimper and she realized she was shaking.

She tried to gather her thoughts. This had to be one of her roommates. She doubted Brandon, sequestered in his room with his books and music, and generally a more timid character, would have taken upon himself to accost her like this especially after she had so recently attended to his needs. She couldn’t guess based on the person’s weight, Angus being shorter and slightly stockier actually weighed about the same as the taller more muscular Sam. She also knew she couldn’t compete with either of them in terms of strength so the fact they overpowered her so easily was no clue either. But both men were supposed to be at work, for at least a few more hours. It wasn’t unheard of for them to sneak away early, and Sam sometimes worked nearby and would slip home for a sweaty ‘nooner’ if possible, so again it could be either of them. What about psychology? Angus was very dominant while Sam was unpredictable – she felt either of them could potentially pill something like this. She let out a frustrated groan as she realized she was no closer to figuring out who her unknown assailant was and until she had it figured out the lurking terror that it might actually be a stranger wouldn’t leave her mind.

Tegan felt the person’s weight leave her and she immediately tried to get up from the bed again to get away only to have the person grab her ankles and pull her down again. She felt and heard another pair of cuffs close around her ankles but her ankles were not locked together. Her left leg was pulled and she heard another cuff close, and realized her ankle was now locked to the middle leg of her bed. A second later and her right leg was pulled and locked to the leg at the end of her bed. She heard the person step back, presumably to survey their handiwork. She was bent across the bed with her ankles cuffed to the legs of her bed. With her small build this spread her legs nearly as far apart as they could go, and she could tell that her ass and pussy were on display to her unknown captor. Her upper half was still face down though she had her head turned to the side, forcing herself to take deep, even breaths. She heard the door close and a rustle of fabric that told her they were still in the room with her, and undressing.

A minute passed and they stepped closer to her, running their hands up the backs of her thighs and grabbing her ass cheeks. Their wandering fingers caressed her hairless slit and a finger slid inside her. She was unsurprised to learn she was wet – her reminiscing about her girlfriend while with Brandon had definitely stirred up some friskiness and there was a different kind of excitement stemming from her current predicament. Was it possible to get wet from fear, or was this actually arousing to her? She wasn’t sure. She tried to struggle, uselessly, as the person pushed a second finger inside her and worked them around a little before withdrawing.

She heard the person walk around the bed and lean across, moving her head gently to – she assumed – inspect her blindfold to make sure it was secure, then began rifling through her bedside table drawer. She grunted in protest, not knowing what they were after and feeling annoyed at the violation of her personal belongings – which was much more of an affront than the violation of her body, something she had just grown to accept as part of everyday life. The rifling stopped, but she wasn’t sure if it was because of her protest or because they found what they were looking for. If she had to guess, it was probably the lube that Angus had kindly gifted to her. To her that was another clue that this was Sam or Angus rather than a genuine intruder, since both of them knew where the lube was and used it fairly regularly.