An intruder

It has been a long day. Classes followed by a shift at the bar where you work part time. You get home wanting nothing more than long hot shower. You start stripping almost as soon as you close the door, dropping your clothes on the floor as you make your way to the bathroom. You turn on the shower and adjust the heat before undoing your bra and peeling your panties down your legs.

You admire your naked body in the mirror, cupping your lush breasts and rubbing your pierced nipples as you grin at your reflection. You did well in tips tonight, your cleavage and ass attracting male attention as always, and for once they showed their appreciation in cash. You're about to step into the shower when you hear a noise outside the bathroom. Thinking it must be one of your roommates returning home, you open the bathroom door and poke your head out.

Before you can react a strong hand grasps your throat and pushes you back into the bathroom turning you and forcing you against the sink. Before you can even think to react your wrists have been dragged behind you, and you feel the cold metallic clasp of handcuffs closing around them.

Squealing, you are manhandled easily by your attacker and pushed into the shower. He forces you to your knees and slaps your pretty face when you scream.

"Scream again and you'll be sorry," he growls, his face covered by a black balaclava. You're so frightened that you don't even think about disobeying him, but simply look up at him in pathetic terror.