The soft glow of the moon painted the bedroom in shades of silver, illuminating the curves of Alba's resting form. She was a vision of beauty, even in slumber, her dirty blonde hair spilling across the pillow. Suddenly, a sound shattered the quiet – a creak from the living room, a muffled thump. Her eyes snapped open, a flicker of suspicion in their depths.

Sexy Alba, never one to ignore a disturbance, swung her legs over the side of the bed, the silk sheets pooling around her. She padded silently out into the hallway, her bare feet making no sound on the hard wood. Was it just the cat, stirring in the night? But as she peered around the corner into the living room, the sight that greeted her froze her in place.

A stranger was rummaging through her drawers, his movements quick and furtive. "What are you doing in my house?!" Alba's voice, usually melodious, was sharp with alarm. The burglar spun around, his eyes widening in surprise before hardening into a predatory glint.

Before Alba could react, the man lunged, his grip strong and unexpected. She struggled, but his strength was overwhelming. He shoved her roughly onto a sturdy antique chair, its worn wood digging into her back. With practiced efficiency, he stuffed a gag into her mouth, muffling her cries of protest. Her hands were bound tightly behind her with coarse rope, the knots biting into her delicate skin. A blindfold followed, plunging her into darkness, leaving her helpless and terrified.

The burglar, seemingly unfazed by her s*ffering, resumed his search, his movements growing more confident as he ransacked Alba's apartment. Just then, the front door swung open, and Pamela, a radiant blonde with a tired smile, stepped into the room. Her day at the office was finally over, and she was looking forward to relaxing with her friend.

The sight that met her eyes was horrifying. Alba, bound and gagged, was a picture of vulnerability. Pamela's confusion quickly morphed into alarm as she rushed towards her friend, her instincts screaming at her to help.

But the burglar was quicker. He sprang from the shadows, grabbing Pamela before she could untie Alba. A brief, desperate struggle ensued, but he was too strong. Pamela was quickly subdued, her body added to Alba's beside the chair. She was bound and gagged, her beautiful blonde hair a stark contrast against the tight ballgag.

Now both women lay helpless, tightly bound and gagged. Pamela, unable to bear the indignity, writhed and twisted, attempting to loosen the rope. Her struggles were futile. The burglar, captivated by Pamela's beauty, paused in his robbery to take advantage of her vulnerability. He reached out, his hands roaming over her body. He exposed her breasts, reveling in the sight of her gorgeous physique.

Once he had gathered all the valuables he could find, he left the two women in their bound, helpless state. The silence of the apartment pressed in on them, the only sound the soft, rhythmic breaths of two beautiful women, trapped and vulnerable in their own home.

Sexy Roommates Tied Up Tight