Series 8 - The Burglar

From Create Your Own Story


Status
Condition Tired Apparel and Items: Small t-shirt, Cut-Off Shorts, Tiny Thong
Day, Time Thursday, 11:00 at night
Need to Bathroom None
Level of Humiliation None

Katie was excited, but tired. She was in a new city, in a new state, California, as far away from her old home and her life of humiliation as she could get. A few weeks ago, she had come to town to find an apartment. Yesterday, she had driven into town in a rental truck, signed the lease, and started moving into her new apartment.

She didn't know anyone, but she was confident she would make friends, and she was expecting to break the pattern of humiliation that seemed to be so much a part of her life.

At the moment, however, she was concerned only with moving into her new apartment. She didn't know anyone in town, and the apartment building she was moving into was brand-new and still mostly unoccupied, which meant that Katie had done most of her moving by herself. She'd had to move most of her furniture by herself, but, fortunately, most of it was easy to move. The largest items were disassembled, which made them easier to move, but meant she had to reassemble them once she had them where she wanted them in her apartment.

Moving in, and setting up, her furniture had taken Katie most of the day, and now, she suddenly realized it was getting dark outside. Most of her smaller stuff, such as books, CDs, plates, cups and silverware, and most of her clothes, were still packed away in taped boxes,meaning she still had a great deal to do tomorrow.

Now, however, Katie was suddenly realizing how tired she was. A full day's hard work on a hot day had left her pretty exhausted.

Katie went into her bedroom. A quick check of the clothes she had unpacked so far, which weren't' many, showed her that she didn't have pajamas or a nightie available. Which wasn't an issue. Katie took off the small t-shirt and cut-off shorts she'd been wearing, and, wearing only a small thong, stretched out on her bed. She closed her eyes. It didn't take long for the nearly-naked Katie to fall asleep.

She woke up some time later. She had no idea what the time was, except that it was still dark. She tried to sit up. A large man, dressed in black, including a ski mask, was leaning over her, holding a knife. He had one hand over her mouth.

"I'm going to take my hand off your mouth. I don't want you to try to yell for help, understand?"

Frightened, eyes fixed on the man's knife, Katie nodded. The man, satisfied,moved his hand.

"You don't have much, do you," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"You don't seem to have much worth taking. I've got your laptop, your purse, and your cellphone. Do you have a TV or anything like that?"

"No," Katie replied. "I was going to get one after I got here."

"I see," the burglar said. "Well, I guess I'll be on my way, then. After I tie you up, of course."

"After you do what?" Katie said.

"Tie you up so I can get away."

"Do you really have to? If you take my phone, I won't be able to tell anyone until tomorrow."

The man slowly shook his head. "Sorry," he said, "it's going to happen. Stand up."

Katie stood up. The man, still holding the knife, stood next to her. Katie realized how big he was. He was at least six feet tall, and muscular.

"Okay, take your thong off."

"What?" Katie said. "No."

"Listen, bitch," the man said, grabbing Katie by the throat, "you don't have a choice. Get naked."

Katie took her thong off. The man briefly feasted his eyes on Katie's naked body before he told her to turn around,

Once she was facing away from him, the burglar tied Katie's hands behind her back, looping rope repeatedly around her elbows and wrists, pulling it tight and tying it securely. Then he told her, "Open your mouth."

Katie did so. She gasped as the man pushed her thong into her mouth. He pushed her lips shut and wrapped tape over her mouth and behind her head and over her mouth and behind her head.

"Sit down."

Katie did so, and the man tied her knees and elbows. Then he took a short length of rope and used it to connect her ankles and wrists. This rope wouldn't allow her to stand up; she would have to stay in a sitting position. Then, even though she was already bound with rope, the man wrapped tape around her arms and legs, in addition to the rope.

Once she was tied up and immobile, Katie watched as the man gathered up her meager treasures. He put everything into a vinyl backpack. Then he came over to where Katie sat on the floor. Katie closed her eyes as he reached down and fondled her breasts.

When he was done, he said, "Bye, darling. Take care of yourself." Then he threw his backpack over his shoulder and walked out of her bedroom. He left the bedroom door open. Katie heard the front door open and shut. She heard the click of the lock.

As soon as the man was gone, Katie tried to figure out what she could do. The rope was too tight for her to untie by herself, Katie quickly decided.

She would have to find some way to get her bonds off. Or to get help.

She had some kitchen knives, some scissors, and a letter opener in her apartment. Unfortunately, they were all in some of the 15 or 20 boxes she had moved her stuff in. These boxes were all fastened with tape. Worse, she wasn't sure which box her knives or scissors were in. She would have to somehow get the tape off each box, knock it over, and root through the contents until she found what she needed. This could take hours.

The only other choice she could think of was to crawl across her living room to the sliding doors that gave access to her small balcony. Then she could crawl onto the balcony and try to get someone's attention.

Katie didn't think much of either option, but had to do something.

Katie Searches Through Boxes Until she finds a knife; a long slow process

Katie Crawls out onto the patio and tries to signal someone for help

Before Katie can do anything, the burglar returns and kidnaps her

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