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The walk home felt longer in the cold wind and sleet. But walking home in winter's early dark made it even worse. There was no way she could miss her afterschool French club meeting or advanced algebra tutoring! The plows had been out in full force clearing the streets after yesterday's blizzard piled over three feet of snow on the town. In some places, the plowed snow entirely buried parked cars and the even the sidewalk.

She noticed that all of the lights in her building were off, though it was already very dark. In the foyer lit by emergency exit lights, a notice taped to the mailboxes announced that emergency repairs made it necessary to turn off electricity to the building. The manager's notice explained the power would be back by 6pm.

Well, that leaves almost an hour and a half in the dark. Rejecting her first inclination to sulk, she decided to make the best of it with a candle-lit bath. Entering her apartment , the darkness told her that her mother must be out doing some last minute Christmas shopping. The girl used her smartphone's torch app to light her way to the kitchen where she dug out a candle and a lighter. The fragrance of Christmas tree filled the apartment. Her parents refused to use artificial trees. So last century.

Tossing her bag and coat in the closet, she entered the bathroom and began lighting candles. With the water running, she slowly disrobed as the tub filled. Naked, she knelt across the tub to grab a bottle of bath salts...

Hands seized her arm and neck and pushed her down face first into the bathwater. She struggled and screamed out, ending up with a lung full of water. She was pulled out and then slammed belly down to the floor. Still choking and coughing water, the impact stunned her and left her dazed.

Though still coughing and with burning, tear-filled eyes, she tred to push herself away from her attacker as a sack was pulled over her head. Two more of head-slams to the floor immobilized her. A rag was stuffed into her mouth and the sack then tied tight around her neck. Each wrist was tightly bound to her knee with thin rope and something else held her knees far apart.

The girl was left in a kneeling position on the bathroom floor, bound, gagged, and hooded, with someone who intended to hurt her. He might hurt her badly, or even kill her. She sobbed and shivered, but now the shivering was from fear rather than the falling temperature. She knew generally what would soon happen, but being a virgin she had no knowledge of the particulars. She was fearful, even fearful for her life. Her attacker had not uttered a word nor made any sounds not masked by the running water. His silence scared her most of all.

The man stood naked over the beautiful fourteen year-old, with his hand almost wrapping around his cock. Stroking himself, he stood and appreciated her form, the slender back that swelled to a small, tight, round ass. The man turned off the taps and picked up her phone, that ever-present security object that had become a fucking obsession with most teenagers. He squatted behind her and used her phone's flashlight app to admire the delicate pink of her labia and anus. He threw the phone against the tiled wall and it splashed into the tub. Reaching far through her legs, he roughly grabbed a firm, perky breast. He squeezed hard and dug in his fingernails, gouging and and scratching her tender flesh. Then he harshly twisted and yanked on the pink cone of her areola. The pain was incredible. The renewed violence scared her enough that she couldn't prevent herself from releasing dribbles of urine that spilled on his arm.

With one last hard pinch to her nipple, he smiled at her renewed protests of pain and the stream of piss that squirted sloppily to puddle there between her ankles. "Ass, first," he thought, "Hard and long. Since I'm on a "business trip" and I've packed her mother off with my sister for a surprise weekend sun 'n' fun getaway, I have days to fuck her." He was looking forward to ravaging the innocent youngster and turning her into a broken slutpuppy over the days ahead. "Hell, maybe I can knock her up!" Sobs racked her body and her breathing was now labored due to the sack's constricting cord. 

He visualized her petite frame with a huge 9-month belly and fat titties swaying heavily. He was diamond hard.  Moving closer, he directed his massive erection towards her tiny cherry-pink asshole, thinking "the next few days are gonna be heaven. At least for me." 

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So what happens now? There are many possibilities for this one. Does he damage her beyond any repair and dispose of her? Is there a discovery/confession of events? Does she become: A willing slut-slave daughter; A reluctant/blackmailed but fuckable (for a price) daughter; a daughter sold to ; A willing, active slut daughter; A loving fuckable daughter; A jealous daughter plotting to permanently remove the competition for daddy's cock (her mother); etc. ...

There's plenty you can do with this. As I've said so far, feel free to run with this wherever the muse takes you. It's your story. All I'm doing is providing some starter ideas. 

In return I ask only that you shoot me a copy of the story and mention that I provide ideas for writers in need of a spark. 

PS: No more scenario emails. They'll be on the blog. I'll post every day or two. Maybe more if I'm to be away from the computer.