The pull into the driveway was slow. Rudi was exhausted, her entire day a more complex one. She worked as a secretary for one of the larger firms in the region. She was used to being busy and didn't mind it. But today was a complete mess of a Tuesday for her, the firm signing on a new client and a flurry of documentation to sort, meetings to plan, calls to make... Even her driving reflected that tiredness that clung to her. Still, at least she was home now.
As she stepped out and stretched, Rudi noted her husband's car missing. Sean had texted earlier mentioning his own work had to keep him later today. Meant their somewhat secluded home would be to herself a couple hours. On one hand that meant time to the self, but mutual time together was generally preferred. She sighed and smoothed down her clothing, a sleek black jacket going to a longer skirt bottom. Her heels clicked across the concrete as she walked, pulling out her hair tie and letting a strict ponytail fall finally. It fit the transition from work to home, a symbolic swapover from work to casual life.
A quick motion, and the door was open. Her keys landed on a small entrance table before she kicked the heels off. Rudi glared at them, then shook her head and ensured they were properly set near the door. A brief arrived-safely text to Sean, and the phone joined the keys on that table. A couple coworkers still hadn't gotten the hint that home time was hers, not the company's. She debated for a moment between a bath and getting a small bite. The cookies Sean made yesterday swayed her decision though ultimately, turning towards the kitchen. As she stepped into the dining room, a faint noise caught her attention from behind her though.
Before she could turn, a hand clamped firmly over her mouth. She yelped muffledly, hands shooting up only to be grabbed at the wrists and forced down. Tape had been applied by the stranger's hand, rendering her cry muffled as she struggled to pull her wrists loose. The hand left her mouth, only to pull a cloth hood of some sort over her eyes. She screamed, kicking back to no avail as the assailant tugged her wrists behind her and began binding them. Within seconds, they were secure and an arm hooked under and around hers to hold her steady.
Her captor directed her physically, forcefully walking her back towards the living room. Efforts to fight it proved useless: the grip around her arms stopped her from just dropping without quite a bit of pain and discomfort and efforts to thrash just saw the grip tighten. Through the tape she tried shouting, "LLH MMH GHh! Ll- mmPh?!" An unceremonious shove landed her with another yelp on the couch, her ankles the new point of attention. The stranger sat on top of her, pinning her legs and wrapping rope with calculated efficiency around them. Another scream and wriggled squirm to try to somehow get loose, but this time she heard a male chuckle as the ropes tightened.
"FfgR... MMMPH!!" Her heart raced as Rudi tugged at her wrists. Whoever was on top of her was quite comfortable with what they were doing. There wasn't any looseness at all there or at her ankles. The man got off her, leaving her time to renew her fight before he forced her to bend her legs. Her ankles touched her upper thighs, a rope securing one ankle. The rope connecting them was untied, only for the other ankle to be secured likewise to matching thigh. In Rudi's struggle, her skirt had ridden up some and she could feel a certain exposure. The new ropes on her legs made her feel all the more so, her captor's hands brushing against her inner thigh as ropes were checked and tightened. She breathed heavily, a mixed feeling of desperation and adrenaline taking her.
A voice. She froze briefly as the unknown figure chuckled and spoke "There we go... you really are something, you know that?" His remark saw renewed thrashing, a muffled growl of defiant frustration. He laughed. "Oh honey, you aren't getting loose. Feel free to tire yourself out, it'll only make what I have planned easier~" One of his hands settled on her inner thigh, squeezing. Rudi tried to kick, doing her best to convey opposition. Her breath was shaky, though not just entirely from her situation. It seemed her captor had a guess in that regard, as his hand went up that thigh and brushed delicately against her panties. Another freeze, then renewed squirms. The hand left, but not before making a darkly teasing remark.
