Sex with the Napper

Breaking and Entering

Ian snuck around until he found the back door. And of course, it was locked. Luckily, he had experience with lock-picking.

He opened the door quietly, and tip toed to the living room where he saw this Amy girl get naked.

He sat in a reclining chair and listened to her sing while she showered. Maybe he could sneak upstairs into her shower? No. That would ruin a perfectly good cliché. And Ian had a thing for clichés.

He continued to imagine what he would do to her, and how he could get her out of the house with out her screaming her head off. He woke from his daydreams when he noticed the shower was no longer running.

Ian straightened himself up and laced his hands in front of him. He heard footsteps coming down the hard wood stairs and water hitting them. And out came Amy. And she was still naked.

She froze in place at the sight of this man. She was naked and dripping wet, and there was a man sitting in her father's chair. She saw. His eyes wander over her, stopping for a moment in various places. He licked his lips before doing another look over, and when he was done he looked her in the eye and smiled.

"What are you doing in my house!?" Amy screamed. She tried to cover herself up with her arms, but it wasn't working out for her. The man laughed and stood up. He took a few steps toward her and she a few steps back.

"Please, don't scream. I'm Ian, and I'm here to take you away. If you'd like to get dressed and packed, you may do so now." he didn't think it would work, since he was wearing a T shirt and jeans instead of the normal suit and tie. "Pack sexy." he added.

Any just stood there. Not sure what to do, she turned and walked up stairs with Ian following close behind.

"Knock it off." Amy demanded.

"What?" Ian asked, unsure of what she was talking about.

"You're staring at me. Stop." Amy said. She felt his eyes soaking up the sight of her with every step she took. Ian laughed quietly and adverted his eyes.

"Sorry."

They arrived in her room for her to pack, although she was unsure of what to bring. Or where they were going. Or how long. Or if she'd ever see her family again.

Ian looked around her room. The walls were white and her furnishings red. He knew she was rich, and people paid a lot of money for young hot rich girls.

"I don't know what to pack..." Amy said. He looked towards her dresser and opened the first drawer. Score! Panties! He grabbed a blue laced thong and tossed it to her. He dug around and found a blue bra to match.

"You can start by wearing those. Lets see..." he dug around some more until he found a deep V neck shirt. Black. He opened her closet and found a black mini skirt. It wasn't leather, but it was still cute. "And you can wear those whore boots you have downstairs. Alright that's everything. Lets go!" He turned for the door, when something stopped him.

He turned back around and looked down at her. At 6'2 he looked down on a lot of people.

"There is something I have to check before I can take you. Please answer honestly. It'll be like twenty questions. They will be 'yes' or 'no'. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Are you a virgin?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever indulged in sexual activity such as oral, anal, or fingering?"

"Yes, no, yes."

"Are you scared?"

"Terrified."

Slap. Amy screamed out in pain. She did nothing wrong. She looked at him with hatred and horror in her eyes.

"I said answer with 'yes' or 'no. If you disobey me again, I'll cause you more pain then a simple slap. Now, do I have to drug you in order for me to get you to my car?"

"No." Amy answered. She rubbed her cheek gently, trying to get the pain to go away.