On Monday, she came home. What Carrie hadn't expected was the police car at the front entranceway. She parked her own car and ran up the front path, turned the door handle then promptly crashed into the unyielding wooden door.
Damn!"
Hey you lot, open up in there. I'm home!" She banged on the door with her fists.
It swung open and Carrie found herself staring down the barrel of a gun, its hole loomed larger than its owner.
"What the hell's going..."
"State your name and address lady."
"I'm Carrie and this is my house. What the hell is going on?" She stepped forward, pushed the gun aside then stood with her hands on her hips staring at the young police officer.
"Put your hands up!" he yelled. Automatically Carrie obeyed, holding them high above her head.
"Now back up to the wall," he ordered. She didn't argue, especially as his tone brooked no messing with. Her back touched the wall.
"Turn around, keep your hands above your head. Spread your legs." The steel grey gun shook slightly as he barked out the orders.
Carrie did as she was told. "Where are my kids?"
"There's no one here." One hand held the gun steady as his free hand felt along her back. It moved around her waist and splayed across her stomach. He moved it higher, checking for weapons between her breasts. He nearly groaned as his hand brushed over one very aroused nipple; she allowed herself an inward smile.
"I don't have any weapons on me."
"Shut up. I'm checking."
"Oh come on. I don't have anything!"
His hand squeezed her breast.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Checking, now shut up or I'll make you." His growl in her ear sent a chilling shiver down her backbone. His hand moved to the other breast, squeezed it hard until she gasped then bent her body forward. Unfortunately for her, her arse backed into his groin. She was left in no doubt as to the state of his arousal. Quickly she straightened.
"Oh noticed that did you? You're going to feel it soon."
"Get off me you, you...."
His cruel laugh along with the cold metal gun poking into the back of her neck froze her to the spot.
"Come with me." He pulled her back against him, then pushed her over the back of the couch. She couldn't move but managed to gasp as she felt her skirt being lifted and the gun barrel rubbed along the skin at the top of her thong.
"Oh god, please leave me alone. Please let me go." Her muffled voice only spurred him on.
He held the gun so the barrel slipped along the length of her butt cheeks. He rubbed it up and down slowly. "I know you want it. I know exactly how much you want it. And I can wait 'til you say it."
She breathed deep, almost choking on the dusty cushion that smothered her face. Her body stilled as she felt the tip of the gun pushing against her puckered anus.
"No!" She pushed herself up, spun on one foot and smacked him over the side of the head with her flat palm.
Stunned, he staggered backwards, tripped over the floor rug and fell sprawling on the floor. The gun flew from his hand, slid across the floor then crashed into the wall. Carrie jumped on him, pinning him to the floor with her weight. She grabbed the cuffs from his uniform belt and with quick practised ease, handcuffed one hand, fed the cuffs through the leg of the couch then cuffed his other hand.
At the look of shock on his face she felt her cheek muscles twitch. She turned around then undid his belt buckle, unzipped his trousers and lifted his half-erect manhood from its nest. She allowed herself a smile knowing he couldn't see.
"My oh my. What do we have here?" Her index finger flicked lightly over its tip. It twitched. She grinned. "Goodness, there's a little life left in the ol' fella after all. I wonder what will happen if I do this," she said as she held him steady moving her hand up and down twice. She let go and watched as he sprang to life.
"Please uncuff me. I'll leave if you'll just uncuff me."
"Oh I will, but not just yet. I've a couple of things to do first."
She heard his gulp and felt his body squirm underneath her. She rotated her hips a little, then ground herself against him. His agonised moan let her know he didn't really want to leave.
"Where are my kids?" Her finger circled his penis head.
"Don't do that! They're, they're safe. They're at their grandma's house." He was breathing in short shallow pants.
"How did they get there?" One hand held him and stroked him steadily whilst her index finger continued to circle him.