Using some of the tips from the readings, put together a short story without the use of any spelling or grammar checks or anyone else proof reading your work for you. You are able to read over your story as many times as you like. When you are satisfied you have done the best job you can, I would like you to tell me how you felt about doing the story this way.

Can I tell you about how this makes me feel before I get started? Reluctant is the least of my feelings, posting this with all of the typos from my clumsy typing and the words I will misspell terrifies me. It makes this seem like a rough draft, which I have never been able to do right.

The Taking of a Prize



I was nervous as I entered your room, getting into the house had been easy. I often wonder why single mothers with children do not double check all the locks before they go to bed, but I was glad that you were one that did not.

I had crept up the stairs and found the door to your room open, perhaps to help you here if your son got up in the night. I did not want him to disturb us so I had pulled his door closed on the way past.

Your hair was scattered across the pillow. The picture you presented was so enticing that my breath actually caught in my throat. It was a warm night so you had tossed the covers mostly off. You were laying on your side with a slight twist to your body that left your one leg under the cover and your hips at about a 45 degree angle to the bed. I appreciated that you were facing me.

I crept closer and looked down at you. You were wearing a teddy that looked like it was a dark blue, though I could not be sure in the light. There was a bar of light coming through the window that allowed me to see your breasts swelling from the position of your arm.

I crept slowly closer trying not to breath so loud. I wondered why the stories about this type of thing never discussed how nervous the rapist was as he made the final approach to his victim. I felt like I had ran a marathon and was sure that either my load breathing or the smell of my sweat would soon wake you.

As I stood next to your bed and looked upon your sleeping face I wondered how you would feel in the morning. Not that it really mattered as I was going to rape you anyway, but being the intellectual type I wished I could get into my victims heads.

I shifted the knife I was carrying to my right hand and made sure the daypack was settled right on my shoulders, after all, the next few minutes might get a bit rough. I reached down and unsnapped the holder for the cuffs I was carrying on my right hip and looked down at your last minutes of peaceful sleep, perhaps forever. As I started to reach for your mouth I saw the way your nipple was defined by the teddy you were wearing and changed the direction of my hand. I reached out and gently cupped your breast, carefully watching you to see your reaction. You stirred slightly but did not awaken. I ran my gloved thumb across your nipple and as you began to stir I pinched and twisted it sharply.

You awoke with a gasp and a quick intake of breath, but before you could make a sound my hand was pressed to your mouth and the knife was next to your eye, with the point resting right on top of your check bone.

I knew you could not see the knife because it we so close to your eye and the blade was darkened and invisible in the darkness of the room. I knew that all you could see of me was the white mask I was wearing, making me appear like a disembodied face floating above you. I watched as the information flowed into your brain and wondered what your decision would be, to fight me or to wait and see what I wanted. To be honest I was worried about the first because I was not sure how strong you were. You were almost my height and weight, and I was not sure I could subdue you without making to much noise.

Your thought processes were running a bit slow for me so I pushed the knife into your cheek a bit, at the same time as I moved it further up toward you eye. I leaned more on my hand across your mouth, letting you feel my weight, and pinched off your nose so you would have less air.

Leaning down I whispered, “Don’t make me hurt you.”

I saw the fight go out of you and I relaxed just a bit, letting you breath freely again.

“I need to restrain you, don’t make a sound. If you understand close your eyes.”

I watched as you again judged your chances, but although you could now breath the knife was still pressed to your eye, and I knew you could feel the slow trickle of blood oozing from the wound on your cheek. You closed your eyes and I slowly pulled my hand back from your mouth, ready to pounce if you opened it.

I grabbed the cuffs and quickly flipped you onto your stomach. I snapped the cuffs around one wrist, and when I reached to pull the other up I could feel the beginning of the resistance you wanted to offer. I quickly yanked the cuffed wrist up behind your back and as hard as I could and dropped across your body to hold you in place. I took my left hand with the knife and pressed it into the first part of you I could reach, which happened to be your shoulder. I then rolled my weight forward so that I was pressing your head down onto the bed. I let the point sink in a bit and waited for you to stop struggling.

When you did I stood up slowly and moved the knife next to your ear.

“Hand,” I barked in a sharp whisper.

You slowly brought your free hand behind your back and I moved your other hand down and cuffed them together. Reaching into my pocket I grabbed a Nerf ball and put it to your mouth. You looked up at me, and I silently pushed the knife move along the back of your neck, and you opened your mouth. I pushed the ball in quickly and then took the pack off my back and dropped it next to you on the bed. I saw your eyes widen as you felt the impact weight beside you, but you wisely did nothing. I quickly reached into my back pocket and pulled out some Duct tape that I had already torn off the roll and pressed it to your mouth.

I flipped you onto your back and looked down at you, I wanted to see you clearer. I moved toward the door to your room and you began to move and try to say something through your gag. I stepped quickly back to you and slapped you hard. When you could look at me again I was standing there with my finger to my lips. You nodded and I moved toward the door again.

Stepping out into the hall I listened and heard no noises that caused me to worry. As I steeped back in and closed the door I saw you relax and smiled. The implied threat against your son would help to keep you in line, and I am sure that you were hoping I did not know about him. I flipped the light switch and moved closer to your bed and my prize.

As I stood looking down at you I wondered just how I would start the entertainment I had ahead of me. I admired the way your C cup breasts were displayed because of your arms being cuffed underneath you, and the way you pelvis was elevated for the same reason. I smiled and reached down to run my gloved hand along your side and you flinched away from me. I knew that would change before the night was over, no matter how you might feel about it now. I grabbed a handful of your teddy and pulled you up by it, then used the knife to cut it away from you while ‘accidentally’ nicking you in the process.

I sat down next to you on the bed and admired the way your breasts looked as they were presented to me for my pleasure. I reached toward you with the knife in my hand and watched you freeze as I used the point to trace the outline of your aureole. I then careful laid the knife between your breasts and pulled off my gloves. I then stood and stripped off my clothes, tossing them at the foot of your bed. I saw your eyes taking in my 5’10”, 200# frame and wondering what would have happened if you had fought harder.

Your eyes widened as you saw my erect cock, perhaps a bit longer than you might expect from an average man, and quite a bit thicker. I wondered exactly what you were thinking at that point.

I moved toward the bed and climbed on so that I was kneeling next to you. I picked up my knife which was still resting on your chest an used it to trace my way down to your panties, and then on down the top of your thigh. I noticed that you had closed your legs and crossed your ankles in an attempt to keep me from my prize. I just looked at you and smiled as I moved the knife down between your thighs and turned it so that if I pressed down, it would slice into your leg. I let the knife rest at the junction of your legs and pressed myself against your side.

Looking into your eyes I said, “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way, we are going to do it.” I knew you could see the resolve in my eyes as I said it, and I began to press down between your legs with the knife. You resisted at first, but when you felt the knife start to slice you quickly surrendered and spread your legs. I just smiled and moved my hand up between you legs.

I carefully slid the knife between the side of your panty and your leg on one side, and then the other, but I did not pull it off yet. I let the knife trace its way back up your body and between your breasts, I finally let it stop at your throat. Laying it there I let my hand move down your body, fondling your breasts not with the touch of a lover, but that of an owner. I roughly cupped them and examined every inch of them with me eyes only on them. I do not know what you were thinking or doing during this exam, but I wanted you to know that the only thing that mattered to me was my desire for your body.

I then stood and picked up the pack that was laying at your side and I knew you were wondering what was in it. I pulled out a length of rope out and reached for your ankle. I saw as you tensed to kick but the weight of the knife at you throat reminded you of you position, and you let me take it. I slipped a prepared loop over your ankle and pulled it up over your head and secured it to the leg of your bed. I then did the same with the other leg, and as you were not centered in the bed I knew that the asymmetrical strain contributed to the discomfort.

I tossed the pack next to you on the bed and climbed between your legs, pulling the remnant of you panties off. I took some time to admire my prize in full. I wondered where I should take you first, and which you would hate the most. I ran my cok oolong the cleft of your ass and up to the top of your cunt and looked into your eyes. You made the first sound I had heard from you since I slapped you earlier as you whimpered into your gag. I smiled and you turned your head away and closed your eyes. I decided to let you have that smal victory, after all, the night was young.

I made my decision and shoved my cock into your vulnerable cunt and watched you tense as you felt me enter your dry channel. I let myself acclimate to the feeling and than began pumping in earnest, your discomfort only adding to my pleasure.

After I had come inside of you I let my weight fall onto you you I could feel you strain to make yourself comfortable in the impossible position. Your head was still turned away so I grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your face around. You kept your eyes closed until you felt me pick up the knife that had fallen next to your neck in all the previous activity. Holding the knife under your chin I released your hair and gently caressed your face.

I knew then that if looks could kill I would be dead. I laughed and rolled next to you. I reached into my pack and pulled out the lube so that you would know the night had only just begun.