Joe parked his car not too far from the house; it was late in the evening and the street was dark and empty. Just the way he wanted it to be, he smiled to himself as he got out of the car, slammed the door and approached the designated house. He stood at the garden hedge from where he had a good view of the front yard. The living room lights were on, but Joe knew only the woman was inside—her husband wasn't around. Joe knew this because he had done his work thoroughly before deciding tonight to make his move. He didn't need to wear a mask. His black shirt and pants matched with his dark skin; he would be in and out before anyone even knew he was here.
He went through a narrow walkway beside the garden hedge that led in the direction of the backyard. He stopped when he got there, saw the kitchen light was on through the back window and smiled when he saw the man's wife—or rather, his fiancée—doing the dishes. This was going to be even easier than he thought, he smiled and licked his lips. He approached the back door carefully on a pair of light feet and eased the handle carefully. The woman was humming a song to herself, her back towards him as she took the washed dishes and was placing them inside a cupboard high above her head. Joe entered the kitchen and leaving the door slightly ajar, rushed towards her.
Kate was caught in her humming and jumped like someone who'd just been goosed as she felt a pair of hands cover her face from behind. She felt like screaming but the same pair of hands were upon her mouth as well. The plate she had in her hands nearly fell from her fingers, but they didn't. She inhaled the intruder's breath as he rescued the plate from her hand at the same time turned her around.
"Are you alone, bitch?" he whispered the question to her; there was menace in his voice.
She wanted to speak but what escaped her lips was a muffled groan. Instead she nodded her head that she indeed was alone.
"Good. I don't want to hurt you, but I want you to do exactly what I want you to do, bitch. If you dare try anything funny, I'm going to snap your neck. You hear me?"
Again she shook her head; she was shaking like a leaf.
Joe led her out of the kitchen and into the house. They went into the living room and he went and drew the blinds of the front windows closed before turning to face her. Kate was wearing an evening dress like she'd had plans of going out for the evening when actually she didn't. What scared her most was that Elliot, her soon-to-be husband was out of town; she was stuck in her home with a psycho and no one to come to her rescue.
The black man gripped her arm behind her back and pushed down her left sleeve of her dress, presenting him with one naked pair of tit. His hand grasped it and she flinched even as he was caressing her flesh. He fingered her nipple which in turn responded to his touch. Kate tried to fight him, her first thought being that the man was about to rape her. Joe brought his face to her chest and pressed his mouth of her breasts.
Kate was still fighting and struggling to be free, crying out but at the same time groaning from the ministrations of his mouth. The black man pushed down the other sleeve off her arm, practically ripping her dress off her and attacked her other pair of tit too. His hands were all over her, groping and caressing and gripping her body while at the same time he pressed her body against his. This was torture for Kate and there was nothing she could do about it. The black man pushed her down to her knees and slapped her cheek, enforcing his menace on her. One hand gripped her throat while his other hand worked his belt buckle and then his zipper.
His hand reached inside the slit of his jeans and rummaged inside before whipping out a thick black snake unlike anything Kate had seen before. She cried out and fought to be free but the black man gripped her hair and pushed her face against his crotch, yelling at her at the same time.
