"Going home early?" My boss queried, watching me putting my desk together.
"Yes," I replied. "Got some business I have to take care of."
"Well, have a good afternoon," he said, turning back to his own paperwork.
I was going home to rape my girlfriend's sister, at my girlfriend's request. At first, I had been reluctant about it, not wanting to put my relationship in jeopardy, not to mention that I'm against rape. But after meeting Amelia, I started to see why Claudia would want something unpleasant to happen to her twin.
Claudia had called a few hours ago, making sure that I was still going to go through with her plan.
"Yes," I said, feigning reluctance. I didn't want my girlfriend to know the pleasure I was going to get out of this adventure. Claudia has had men taken away from her by Amelia before, and I didn't want her to think that this would ever be a possibility with me.
"Good. I'm going to stay late after class. You'll have until around six, okay Mark?" Claudia's voice had sounded raspy with anticipation. I guessed that she was feeling mixed emotions about sharing her boyfriend to get revenge.
"I'll see you then, sweet heart," I said softly to her. She had hung up before saying anything in return.
The car ride home was a nerve racking one. I kept thinking about Amelia's seductive smile, the way she swung her hips when she walked. I could almost feel her ass in my hands as she sauntered around in front of me. The last couple days had been a nightmare, thinking about her, but this would probably get some of the steam out of my body. I was torn between wanting her and not wanting her, but my girlfriend was pointing me in this direction.
Just yesterday while I had been in the car with Amelia, she had been bent over my lap blowing me without permission. Thinking about it made shivers spread through my body. The memory of her tight lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue pressing up against me, and the soft little moans she had omitted while sucking up my cum made my cock bulge in my pants. Soon I would be able to relieve the tension, but I didn't want to do it too quickly.
Pulling into the driveway, I put the car in park, and looked up at my apartment. It was only four in the afternoon, nowhere near dark, so none of the lights were on in the apartment. Claudia had informed me of Amelia's plans that morning, filling me in on where Amelia was expected to be all day. Home was where she should be at four in the afternoon, and with a determined step I began to walk up the stairs to my apartment.
I slipped the door open silently, wincing as the hinges squeaked for a moment. Looking around, I didn't see Amelia anywhere in the living room or kitchen. This was good for my plan; the element of surprise was important for the scenario to work. Down the hallway I could hear music coming from the guest room, and I assumed that that was where my victim was, for the moment.
Quickly but quietly I snuck down the hallway towards my bedroom, shutting the door most of the way behind me but avoiding a full click of the knob. I didn't think that Amelia would be able to hear it over the noisy music, but I still didn't want her aware that I was at home.
My closet held many toys, which I had used on Claudia multiple times. Claudia had quite a few fetishes, bondage was only one of them, and I played around with her whenever one of us was in the mood. The closet door slid open silently, to my relief, and I dug out the box of toys.
A few items were on top, set out by my girlfriend earlier that day to be easier to reach when I arrived from work. Handcuffs were the first item I pulled out, and I set them aside on the floor next to me. Next there was a ball gag trainer, which Claudia had specifically bought for this purpose. It seemed odd to me, but Claudia wasn't willing to share her gag with her sister, even though she obviously was willing to share her boyfriend. The gag had many straps to wrap around the victim's head, one over the top, one under the chin, and a couple around the side. The rubber gag was on its own strap, fitting across the victim's face, and once all the straps were adjusted correctly it would be next to impossible for Amelia to push the ball out. I set the gag aside and reached back in the box.
The spreader bar that Claudia had suggested I use was hidden under the bed, and it was the last piece of equipment Claudia had suggested Amelia be fitted with. There were a few more items that I wanted to use on Amelia, though, for my own satisfaction. Clips to be placed on her nipples, a collar to wrap around her neck, and a flogger that I had purchased at a store on my trip to New York. Claudia hadn't suggested that I hurt her sister past a rough anal session, but I wanted to cause her a little more pain before I was done with her.
I spread the toys on the top of my bed, along with some rope to keep Amelia in place once I had her there, and put the handcuffs in my pocket. They were uncomfortable, but easier to pull out quickly than I had expected, and I crept through my bedroom door towards the guest room.
The music was still playing, and I still didn't hear any noise coming from the girl I had assumed was inside. A wave of anxiety washed over me, my head playing the "what if" game. What if she wasn't there? What if she was ready for me? What if she escaped my grasp and called the police, having me arrested for attempted rape?
Swallowing my fears and putting on a brave front, I barged through the door into the guest room.
My eyes shifted around the room quickly but carefully, taking in as many details that I could in fast motion. There was a dresser against one wall, bare top except for the radio, where the music was coming from. The closet was open, a few clothes hanging on hangers, a few pairs of shoes at the bottom. A bed against another wall, a purple comforter spread across it, and a curvy brunette on top of it, her hands pressed under her face and her body curled in a fetal position. She looked almost tender, sleeping there, her eyes shut and thick eyelashes resting on her cheeks. I paused, unsure of how to proceed. Backing out almost seemed like the best idea now that I'd seen her lying there; but once again I gave myself an inner pep talk, and walked up to her.
With the swiftest motion I could make, I swung her on to her stomach and grabbed her wrists, climbing onto the bed and straddling her around the waist.
