Foreword
The woman was stretched out on the large bed. With each of her wrists strapped to one of the sides of the headboard and each of her ankles strapped to each of the sides of the footboard, she was stretched out as wide as she could possibly go.
She was terrified because only the thin fabric of her nightgown covered her nakedness.
Standing over her were the robbers who had been ransacking the house. One of them pulled on the arm of the other and said, "Come on. Let's get the hell out of here."
"Hold on." The man who stood his ground was rubbing the front of his pants.
"We don't have time for shit like that when we.. . "
"What's the matter? Do you hear police sirens or something?" Saying that, the tough stud pulled open his pants and exposed his erect prick. Then he leaned forward and, with one deft movement of his hand, he pulled up the woman's nightgown. She felt gooseflesh on the insides of her thighs.
"There's one more valuable thing in this house that we haven't taken yet."
No matter how she tugged on her bonds, she felt helpless. She was tied too tightly to the bed.