The hard way.

If you're going to fight, you're going to fight it out till the end.

You roll off the bed, managing to land on your feet. Well, escape didn't work, so the only thing left, (other than giving up) is fighting him yourself.

And you do. You charge full speed at him, careful to stay aimed so he won't sidestep.

You full on tackle him to the ground, and you're soon rolling around on the ground, biting and scratching anything your hands can reach. You manage to kick him in the crotch as hard as you can.

He groans loudly in pain and you continue to attack him while screaming for help. You hear a knock on the door and sigh with relief, and stop your **** for just a moment.

"Is everything okay in there?" you hear from behind the door. Just before you can shout out your final plea for rescue, you get tackled from behind and your mouth is covered and your fash mashed into the ground. You hear Doe's smooth as silver voice calmly reply.

"Why yes," he says, "everythings just great. I'm sorry if we're a bit too loud. I'll deal with it." Doe grabs your shoulders and flips you over, straddling you and pinning your legs. Your still-handcuffed wrists are being crushed underneath you, and before you yell again he clasps a hand over your mouth.

You try to bite him, but he holds your jaw shut. He looks around for something to stuff in your mouth, but nothing seems convient. That's when you see his face light up with an idea.

He slowly backs off of you, careful to hold your legs down with his hands, while you squirm. He reaches up your legs and after a bit of struggling, manages to remove your last bit of clothing, your panties, and stuffs them into your mouth.

"Much better." he coos, shoving them in deep so you can't spit them out. "Stay right here," he warns, getting up. You have **** BUT to listen, seeing as you're gagged, naked, and it's clear no help will arrive.

You shudder when you see he's pulled another couple of pairs from the drawer. "I can see you're surprised. I stocked up just for the occasion, aren't you excited?" He picks you up, and you make a half hearted attempt at struggle, but he simply tosses you on the bed. He cuffs each ankle to a bedpost, and ties your cuffed hands to the bars of the headboard with your dress.

"A little fireball, you are." He smiles to himself, and takes off his shirt and pants, leaving his black boxers on. He crawls onto the bed, and begins to gently massage your thighs. Doe leans in and kisses your upper thigh, going higher until his lips rest on your slit. He gently licks up and down your folds, venturing inside cautiously with his tounge. He begins to fondle your clit, coaxing it out and sucking on the little nub.