An intruder

You sit up in bed, listening closely. At first you hear nothing, and are about to lie back down and try to find sleep, when you hear a muffled clatter from downstairs. You smile to yourself, thinking that this is Tamara returning, having left Theresa somewhere. You know what a rape-junkie Tamara is, and you're not at all surprised that she couldn't wait to get back and get her cunt ravished.

Slipping out of bed you don't bother to dress. You grab your handcuffs from their hiding place, then move naked and silent down the stairs, your senses prickling as you listen. You hear movement from the direction of the kitchen, the sound of cupboard doors opening and closing. When you reach the bottom of the stairs you see the moving beam of a small flashlight. You wonder why Tamara would search your kitchen, but you pad silently in that direction. She's a fucked up bitch, you tell yourself, and there's no accounting for what she might do.

You pause as you reach the door of the kitchen, peering around the corner to look in. A shadowy figure crouches near the middle of the room, fiddling with something on the floor, and muttering softly. You smile, considering the best move to make, and revelling in the thought that you're already naked, your cock thickening with excitement, meaning one less thing to do before you can plunder this teen cunt.