... Anna , suddenly restless in her sleep, became aware of a slight chill on the upper part of her body and she moved slightly but the gentle draught continued to play on her skin. She also began to experience a counter sensation of tingling warmth in her breasts, first one then the other, a sensation she found not unpleasant. The warmth spread to the sensitive nipples making them firm and tender and Anna moaned softly in her sleep, moving a hand to her breast to ascertain the cause. She was surprised to find a hand already there, rubbing, stroking, massaging and she realised that this must have been a subconscious desire, that she was doing this with her other hand. She moved her other arm, but it made no difference, the hand seemed to have a mind of its own, continuing to stroke and massage, gently squeezing and pulling the now very erect nipple, and Anna became frightened. This dream was worrying ... what was happening to her arm? Why couldn't she move her inquisitive, exploring hand? ... and her agitation broke her dream and she suddenly lurched back into wakefulness, recognising the pattern of her bedroom ceiling ... but she realised that the stroking, kneading hand was still there.

She started to push herself upright, a cry forming in her throat, but the hand left her breast and clamped down firmly over her mouth pushing her head back onto the pillow.

"Not a word ...!" the voice said quietly "... not one single word! I have a knife ... do you understand?" and Anna, her eyes staring wide in terror, shook her head ... and he slowly removed his hand from her mouth and she heard him breathing shallowly, nervous as a cat.

Anna lay prone, her breath coming faster as her senses gradually returned and her eyes became accustomed to the darkness. She moved her head and could see, by the illumination from the moonlight, the man sitting beside her on the bed. Oh God, why had she left the window open? She gasped as she realised he was naked, his clothes in a heap at the end of her bed and her eyes took in his well-muscled upper body, his chest heaving with his excited breathing.

She looked down at herself, her duvet thrown back, allowing him access to her upper body, and her pink negligee had been pulled open completely to bare her breasts. She lay like a rabbit in front of a car, shaking and terrified, yet mesmerised by what was happening to her. Anna stared at him again, wide eyed and frightened, as he resumed the palpation of her breasts, stroking and kneading, taking the flushed pink nipples between thumb and finger. He opened his palm and squeezed her breast, virtually covering her small globe, and began a gentle massage, murmuring admiringly as he did so. She lay trembling, half in terror yet half as a spontaneous reflex to the insistent manipulation of her breasts, the nipples now fully flushed and swollen. She tried to see his face but to her horror, she realised he wore an eye mask, somehow adding a further dimension to the nightmare, but she could hear his breathing, deeper and more intense with his mounting sexual excitement.

Anna knew the inevitability of what was to follow and she tried to prepare herself, to see ... that! but her view was obscured by his other arm resting on the bed. She was not kept waiting long, for suddenly he stood up and pulled the duvet completely off the bed exposing the full length of her body, and he stood naked in front of her, Anna's eyes taking in the strong well-muscled chest, his flat tight stomach and below ...! Anna gasped and the spittle dried in her throat as her eyes remained glued to the thick, jutting truncheon which sprouted from between his sturdy legs. She tried to keep back the tears of terror as she imagined what that huge erect penis intended before the night was through, but she began to sob quietly.

She looked down again at her pale slender body, the bare breasts tingling from his touch, then on down her pale flat stomach to the light sprigs of pubic hair curling from the top of the fine tiny strip of lace which covered her most private, shameful entrances, then on down to the slim shapely legs which lay shivering in fright.

Anna, her eyes wide and terrified, awaited the inevitable.

"Lift up your bottom!" the voice ordered softly and Anna, choking back her tears, did so. He moved to the side of the bed and Anna gasped as the thick penis thrust out aggressively, then he bent down and pulled the pretty little panties down off her hips, then let her sink back onto the sheet as he pulled them on down over her knees and feet, discarding them on the bedroom floor.

Anna, naked and scared to death, decided she was going to co-operate. Nothing would be served by fighting him. He was almost twice her weight and strength and had not gone to all this trouble to be denied, so, without even waiting for his command, she lay back, her eyes closed, her face scarlet, sobbing softly, and opened her legs wide exposing the pink lips of her vagina amid the nest of fine chestnut pubic hair.

He murmured in appreciation and Anna lay back shaking, awaiting the inevitable violent ripping assault on her virginity. She had read of so many violations, and so often in her worst fears she had imagined the heavy body thrust on top of the victim, the violent battering ram, the awful pain and she could feel the panic welling up as her body shook with fright. As she lay there, she felt his hand caress her belly very softly, his finger gently encircling her tiny navel and he continued to do this for some minutes. Anna lay still, not daring to move, not daring to look for fear of the monster between his legs. His hand slid gently down to the nest of pubic hair and he began to encircle each small cluster, caressing the soft hairs lovingly with one hand, his other stroking her hip and thigh very, very gently.

Despite her fear, Anna began to experience a sensual arousal which could not be denied and began to breathe more rapidly as his fingers continued their voyage of exploration. He moved his hand gently between her legs, first rubbing the external lips of her vulva very softly with the tips of his fingers before sliding his whole palm over her sensitive labia, beginning to massage back and forth.

Anna's inner tensions suddenly erupted uncontrollably and she let out a sobbing wail of shame and put her hands over her face as she involuntarily released a flood of warm golden urine all over the palm of his hand, rapidly dampening her thighs and the sheet on which she lay. To her amazement, Anna heard him laugh for the first time, a soft mellow laugh, as he moved up the bed and kissed her softly on the lips.

"Don't worry .. " he said gently, " ... lots of girls do that when they're nervous! You'll just have to put up with a very wet bum!"

She lay back, disbelieving, her hands over her eyes until the golden liquid slowed to a trickle and stopped. He got up and found a tissue on the bedside table and sat back on the bed, gently cleaning between her legs until she was dry. Anna lay on the wet sheet and wriggled her bottom at the touch of the sticky moist cotton. He laughed and threw down the tissue then recommenced the gentle exploration of her body by lightly running his hand over her nipples, then slowly down the pale flat belly to the pubic hair which he teased and stroked for a few more minutes.

Anna lay still shaking with fright but her spasms had noticeably lessened with the gentleness of his touch and he suddenly ran his fingers once again over the outer lips of her vulva before slipping his finger into her vagina, finding the sensitive tip of her clitoris ... a part of her anatomy of which Anna was only dimly aware and the potential of which she had never dared explore. The now insistent stroking of the sensitive little button created sensations in the frightened girl which she had never believed possible and she began to move her body in response to his touch. He smiled. As he pushed, Anna winced and cried as he looked down at her in genuine astonishment.

"Well! ... It looks as if I've found me a nice one hundred per cent little virgin!" he exclaimed in surprise, " ... we'll have to go a bit gently here!" and moved his finger further and deeper until he found further ingress impossible

He leaned forward, a finger still stroking the inner membranes of her vagina, and kissed her tenderly on the mouth. She didn't respond, just lay wide eyed, gasping as he lowered his head and began to gently suck her nipple.

"Just concentrate on what I'm doing with my mouth ..." he said quietly, "... and try to forget what's happening below. I may hurt you a little bit. "

She lay back as the warmth spread through her breast as he did wonderful things with his mouth and tongue and she cried out with the waves of sensation which he was inducing in her body. She felt a sharp and very painful rending sensation in her vagina causing her to cry out aloud, the bitter tears rolling down her face, then he kissed her gently on the lips again.

"All over now!" he said and reached for a tissue and some water from the bedside glass, cleaning up the spatters of warm blood from the ruptured hymen which lay on her thighs. Leaning over, he reached into his jacket which lay on the bed and found a small jar in the pocket, spreading some of the contents on his finger. He returned the finger to her sore, burning vagina, the soft lubricating jelly providing a blissful relief from the stinging burn and he continued to push deeper and deeper, the jelly moistening and soothing her sensitive inner membranes. Anna could not remain impervious to these ministrations and suddenly began to cry again as she realised shamefully that her body was beginning to respond to his probing, soothing finger in a way which he would be only too aware of. She heard him chuckle, then he gently withdrew his finger and stood up, reaching again into his pocket, finding a small sealed packet which he began to tear open.

For the first time, Anna had the confidence to speak to him, knowing that he had no wish to hurt her.

"Why me ...?" she asked quietly, " ... why like this? I don't deserve this ... why me?"

"Because I want you ...!" he said simply, "... just that. Because I've watched you come and go for two weeks and I can't get you out of my mind. I had to have you. Satisfied?" and Anna sank bank onto her pillow, shocked and bewildered that there was no attempt to justify, no excuse, just a plain simple fact. She was a woman, he wanted her, and he was going to have her ... end of story.

She turned and looked at him again, sobbing now, as she saw him slip the condom over his jutting penis and then she lay back and closed her eyes, breathing rapidly. He moved over to the bed and gently eased her into a prone position, before sliding over on top of her, kissing her mouth softly. She thought she would suffocate, her breathing frantic, as a panic attack began again, but he stroked her face, calming and gentling and eventually she felt the tension ease as she abandoned herself to the inevitable.

Anna felt his firm thighs against hers, his warm chest pressing against her breasts and she gasped aloud as she felt his fingers open the lips of her vulva and felt the thick warm penis against the inside of her thigh.

"Put your arms around me!" he ordered and she obeyed. " Now lift your legs and wrap them around my thighs! " and again she obeyed, suddenly, frighteningly aware of the tip of his thick penis which had located the lips of her vagina and had begun a gentle thrust, forcing its way in. Anna was so tight that she thought she would split in two and she cried loudly with every inch of his penetration. He stroked her and kissed her, continuing his invasion and as a sharp burning pain began anew, she felt his penis thrust right up inside her and with one final thrust he buried it up to the hilt in her tight sheath. Her nails bit into his back and she wept as she felt him deep inside her tender recess.

He continue to stroke and caress her face, her breasts and then with his penis still buried deep inside her, he rolled them both over slightly, allowing access to the curve of her bottom until his finger began to encircle the tender ring of her anus. She cried loudly at this new intrusion and he continued to explore while gently withdrawing his penis from its nesting place. As he pulled almost completely out, he gently eased forward again, eliciting more cries from the frightened girl as he induced more burning soreness in her vagina.

Eventually Anna's cries became fewer as her natural lubrication began to ease the soreness and her vagina began to stretch to cope with the intruder. His thrusts got deeper and more rapid until he had built up a steady rhythm, groaning as he rose and plunged deep inside her. She lay still as he kissed her breasts, his huge shaft thrusting in and out of her, and she felt so ashamed. She thought of Mom and Dad, shocked and horrified looking down at her, thought of poor polite Malcolm and what he would think, as she hung on to this stranger who was fucking her ... she had never thought of using the word before and it shocked her ... and she realised that reluctantly she was responding, her bottom bucking, her body arching, her tight sheath responding , gripping the penis as it continued to slide in and out of her now receptive vagina ... her cunt! She had never used that word either and she blushed hotly in the darkness, wondering what was happening to her as he caressed and fondled her breasts and buttocks, evoking sensations she had never believed possible, until, with a shudder he collapsed on to her belly and she felt the massive organ begin to diminish in size and withdraw as he came into the rubber.

He lay still for a few minutes, caressing her, stroking her hair, then he got up and removed the swollen rubber and walked out to the bathroom where she heard him flush the toilet. He left her with confidence, knowing she wouldn't scream, knew she wouldn't run ... guessed she wasn't the type and he was right.

When he returned, Anna had sat up in bed, her naked body doubled over, crying piteously. He quickly got back into his clothes and stood by the side of the bed.

"Didn't hurt that much, did it?" he said softly as he lifted her tear stained face and she shook her head from side to side, dumbly.

"Then why are you crying so much?" he asked and for the first time, Anna came close to daring to shout and scream at him, but she did not.

"Do you know what being violated does to a woman? " she asked quietly, " ... especially to a virgin!"

"Ah, so that's it ..." he smiled, " ... well, as for the violation, I'm sorry. I am ... I'm really sorry. I didn't know how to get close to you. I saw you come home every night and I fancied you like hell, but I thought you looked stuck up, out of my league ... so I had no choice!"

His simple logic caused Anna to hold her head in her hands and cry again. Did he really see life in such simple terms? Did he really see women as one sees apples on a farmer's tree? I see something I want so I'll take it? Had he no understanding of a woman's rights over her body, her dignity, her self-respect, her right to freedom from terror in her own home? ... of course he didn't! What was the point of even talking to him?

" ... and as for your virginity, well, I reckon I've done you a favour ..." he continued and Anna stared at him in obvious disgust. " ... yes, I know you hate me for it but I expect you were going to save it for your wedding night ... you look like that sort of girl! ... biggest mistake any chick can make sweetheart! If you've got something that gives you pleasure, use it, girl, life's too short!" and he grinned without shame, without guilt.

Anna continued to stare at him in disbelief. What a complex web he was, a complete hedonist, yet he was so gentle, so careful ...and she couldn't cope with any of this and began to cry again. He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the top of her head, then as silently as he had arrived, he disappeared through the open bedroom window.