The Day Sara Lost Everything: Chapter 20

John was by far a large build. He wasn’t overweight but he was certainly not dainty like Sara. She struggled for a good 5 minutes before she came to the realization that struggling, at this point was no use. She should try to save her strength to fight him off if he tried to rape her, or worse.

“Sara sweetheart, you look so scared,” said John as he used her free hand to brush a stray hair out of her face, “You don’t need to worry. I love you.”

John leaned his face down and brushed his lips across her cheek. The very action made Sara quiver with disgust. He mistook this as pleasure and anticipation. Still keeping his hand firm across her mouth, John picked her up and laid her down on her bed. Suddenly the mattress was hard as a rock, and the sheets, no longer smooth, felt like razors on her skin. Sara kicked, punched, and even attempted to bite him, all to no avail. Her mind was racing, panic began to set in. She couldn’t bear to be raped by this disgusting pervert again.

John looked her deep in the eyes, “Sara, why don’t you want to be intimate with me? Is it because I’m caring and take my time? Is it because bringing you pleasure is my goal?”

Sara tried to look away but he held her face steady, gazing through her eyes deep into her soul.

“I can’t promise I won’t force you to do something, but I’m going to move my hand away from your mouth so we can talk about this ok?”

Sara nodded.

As soon as John moved his hand Sara drew in breath, John thinking she was preparing to let out a blood curdling scream immediately clamped his hand over her mouth, causing her air supply to become caught in her throat. Sara began to choke. In the dark it was hard for John to tell, but he was pretty sure her face was turning a light tinge of purple. He loosened his grip and then released her mouth.

“What the hell was that for,” hissed Sara. She had brought her hands up to clutch her throat. John was sitting on her waist. She had free reign of her upper body, but she would never be able to get him off her long enough to get away.

John’s eyes were downcast, “I’m so sorry. I though that you were going to scream and then I wouldn’t have an opportunity to talk with you.”
He was pathetic. Sara thought that he was just another man like her father, in it for his pleasure, not caring about her feelings. But this was just, pathetic.

Sara rolled her eyes breaking John’s heart, he slapped her hard across the face.

“What the hell?!”

“John reached behind into her back pocket. He pulled out a rag, pre-soaked. He held it against Sara’s mouth and nose. She started to fade in and out of consciousness, before finally fading into a dreamlike state. She could hear noises, John must have been rummaging around for something. But, try as she might Sara just couldn’t seem to open her eyes and move a muscle.

“So this is what a paraplegic feels like,” though Sara. She tried to move, but again, nothing happened.

John was busy looking in her closet. Finally he found something that would work. Sara had 3 plush bath robes hanging in the far back of her closet. Purple, Blue, and White with Polka Dots. They were soft but appeared to be strong. They would work perfectly. As for a gag, well John had his own ideas.

When Sara came to, she went to raise her hand to her forehead, but couldn’t. Her hands were tied together and then tied to a rung on the headboard. Her feet were tied to the bed posts. That piece of scum had used the ties from her bath robes to restrain her. Not only that, but the way her hands were tied allowed John unrestricted view and access to her breasts.

John had been sitting on the floor on the other side of the room when she began to stir and come back to consciousness. He stood up and walked over to the bed, sitting beside her the way a mother would with a sick child. John was thoroughly engrossed in the sight of her breasts. Her nipples had begun to perk, due to the cold air. It was then that Sara realized she was completely naked. She tried to cry out in protest as John’s fingers perked her nipples into tightened arousal against her own will, when she realized that talking wasn’t an option. Confusion set over her delicate features.

“So, Sara,” John stated, “How do you like being gagged with your own panties?”

 So, I know that using the same picture for more than one chapter is kind of rare for me, but I think that if you really pay attention to the chapters you can catch the subtle tracing of that window throughout the story. 10 Rates for Chapter 21. Remember: Read, Rate Comment.