While driving around doing her errands Dr. Connie Hatcher had a lot on her mind. She'd just gotten off the phone with her psychology partner from their office perhaps an hour earlier. Traffic was bad, but she was in good spirits. She wasn't quite sure why?
The day was fairly boring. She'd worked a bit on her research and writing for a book that she and Denise were coauthoring. She'd paid for another year of lawn services from her attractive contractor Tim. Perhaps that was it.
Tim had a great smile and she had a feeling that he had a nice body too. Maybe she'd get a peek at him during the hot summer days as he worked on her property. It seemed like something else had gone on but she couldn't remember anything. She shrugged. Oh well. It wasn't that important.
What was important was that after dropping off a package to the post office the drivers seemed to all be insane. She turned onto West Oak Street and almost hit a guy in a green Honda as he pulled out from a side street.
She grew furious, which was very out of character for her. Nevertheless she flipped him off and yelled at him as she pulled up alongside the guy. Then sped off in a tiff.
As she raced away her mind cleared a little and she was surprised to realize what she had done. She NEVER acted like that. It was childish, unproductive, and very rude. All behavioral traits that she despised. What the Hell had gotten into her?
She turned on the radio. Classical music always calmed her down and relaxed her nerves. It was Bach playing in the background. She took a deep breath. She was almost home. As she rounded the corner to turn onto her block she didn't notice the green Honda that followed her car at a slight distance.
Connie pulled into the driveway and shut off the ignition. She dug out her house key and got out of the car as the green Honda pulled up to the curb by her house and shut off it's engine. The driver was a tall black man named Frank Harrison.
Had he realized it he might have been shocked to discover that her bout of rude behavior and his sudden outrage at her snotty behavior both shared one thing in common; it was out of character for either of them.
Frank Harrison was a businessman and a very success driven star within his company. He prided himself on his cool and thoughtful interactions with others. On any given day Frank was among the cream of the corporate crop and had never been impulsive, prone to anger, or anything destructive. That was not Frank.
In the back of his mind, perhaps a small part of that awareness was screaming at him to get back in his car and let the situation go. But something strange within Frank was compelling him to confront her.
He found himself walking up the driveway quickly to catch up to the strangely annoying and haughty bitch that had flipped him off and yelled at him like as if he were nothing. THAT pissed him off!
"Hey! What's your fucking problem?" He snapped. Another thing he seldom ever did. Cussing at anyone. But now he was compelled to vent.
Connie turned and saw the guy and his car. She found herself once again filled with rage and snapped back at him.
"You're a fucking idiot! Where'd you learn to drive like that? Do you even have a license? 'Cause you drive like a retard!"
Frank snarled.
"You stupid bitch! You were speeding down the road! YOU almost hit me! Then YOU wanna call ME an idiot? Fuck you!"
"No fuck YOU!" She snapped back at him and flipped him off yet again.
"Fine! FUCK YOU!" He said and pushed her into the door closing it behind him. Angrily Connie hit him and he slapped her and spun her around pressing her to the wall.
"Get off of me you fuckin' asshole!" She growled.
Frank reached down and pulled up the hem of her plaid mini-skirt. She had on red satin thongs. Her ass jiggled as she squirmed to escape his pin. But she was stuck and Frank jerked her panties down and then unzipped his fly.
"I said let me go you dick!" She threatened as she squirmed.
Frank's penis was already growing stiff when he grabbed it and pressed it to her backside. Both of them were dry and he wasn't hard enough to penetrate her easily. He spit in his hand and pressed his torso against hers as he rubbed her pussy and then spit again and wet the head of his stiffening cock.
He hissed into her ear and Connie gasped as she felt his penis sliding slowly deeper and deeper into her wet pussy. "No! Fuck YOU Bitch! That's what I'm gonna do! Fuck you!"
And with that Frank began ramming his cock into her. Connie groaned and squirmed and tried to get free. But there was no way to get away. Frank wasn't as long as old Doctor Klines had been. He wasn't monstrously thick. But he was a little longer and bigger than most guys. Just a little, but she felt it a lot.
Frank fucked her in the hallway for about three minutes but the little crazy bitch was wild and difficult to control as she fought him and cussed and moaned. So he stopped and picked her up.
Connie was hoisted over his shoulder screaming and kicking and pounding her fists on his back as he carried her through the house to her bedroom. It was another strange thing if he'd been in his normal frame of mind. He may have questioned why the house seemed so familiar. The layout wasn't alien at all and he had no trouble finding her bedroom in spite of her wild thrashing and struggles.
He carried her to the bed and tossed her onto the mattress. She rolled over and tried to quickly crawl away from his reach to the other side of the bed. But he was swift and grabbed her ankles pulling her back to him in one swift jerk.
Frank spotted the silk scarves hanging off of a nearby dresser and grabbed several as she tried to crawl away once more. This time he pounced on her and used his size and weight to pin her body face down to the mattress while he selected a scarf and grabbed her right wrist.
It took Connie a moment to realize what he was doing before she tried to stop him. That was more than enough time for Frank to bind her right wrist and then stretch her arm above her head. As she reached up to attempt to use her left hand to untie the knot, Frank grabbed her left hand and forced it alongside her right hand. Then he wrapped the scarf around it too until after several wraps and cross wraps she had her wrists tied together.
Frank scooted her further up into the bed and using a second scarf, which he doubled up, he secured her bound wrists to the headboard. She shook her head and spit at him when he rolled her over onto her back. But he smiled and wadded up a smaller scarf. This he stuffed into her mouth to gag her before using another scarf which went across her mouth and tied off behind her head to secure the gag so she couldn't force or spit out the silk gag.
Connie kicked at the guy and tried to drive her knees into his back as he straddled her. But Frank scooted back a bit pinning her upper thighs and forcing her to lie still as he took off his shirt and unbuckled his pants. He had a very devious grin on his face and shook his head as he looked over his captive.
As she squirmed in futility he reached down and pulled her red sweater top high up to expose her breasts. Her nipples were hard and firm and he crossed his ankles to keep her legs still as he leaned forward to kiss and lick her breasts and swollen areolas.
Connie grunted in protest and shook her head no. He smiled and nodded his head yes before continuing to suck and rasp his teeth lightly over her hot firm tits.
Now Frank reached over and grabbed a couple more scarves from the pile he'd dropped on the mattress. He leaned back and then turned to hold down and pin her legs as he wrapped her ankles and knees together. When he was done tying her legs up he turned to face her, this time straddled over her lower legs.
Her panties were still only part way down her upper thigh so he pulled them down to her knees where they joined the scarves that kept her legs still. Then Frank licked his lips and stared at her before slow hiking her skirt up to expose her crotch.
"Bitch you don't know how to drive, and you damn sure don't have any manners. But I'm gonna teach you a little lesson! That wet pussy is just begging for a man to come tame it down a bit. Maybe getting fucked when you get lippy with strangers will teach you to think and keep yer damn mouth shut when you're in your car!" He smiled.
"But if not that don't matter either. 'Cause now I'ma do some drivin' and you gonna do some ridin'! Got that?"
She shook her head and shot him a hostile go to Hell look while muffled gasps and grunts met him with what he knew were obscenities. He grabbed her legs as she writhed and squirmed trying to resist him. He forced them forward until they touched her chest, then rubbed his cock over her mound and looked at the way her wet petals framed his hard dark shaft.
"Meaning bitch..." He pushed it into her tight we pussy making her eyes go suddenly wide. "Fuck YOU!"
