Angie drove home not expecting her husband to be there as usual, his job always kept him until the wee hours of the morning on the weekends. Hunter's was a manager and bartender at the local nightclub, which had often made Angie wonder how much of the young clientele he sampled as well. He never came home smelling like anything other than beer and smoke, but she wished just every now and then he would show her the same devotion he did his job. They had just had an argument over that very subject this morning.
"Hunter, please make it home earlier tonight," she had begged. Hunter had just shook his head and told her, "Angie, babe you know I can't do that I have to close and do the books tonight and make sure that all the money is accounted for and such." "I don't" Hunter's voice was growing louder and angrier with each word now, "have anyone else to do this that is trustworthy, and the money I bring in keeps you in the lifestyle you have become accustomed to, now isn't that right?"
He had stormed out at that and gone to work right then she supposed, he always seemed to find things to do at work when they had an argument. He had been right though, for the bar was one of the busiest in the city and they always had live bands playing and he brought home no less than $300 in tips a night. She had been tempted to tell him that she would give up certain luxuries for the exchange of his company once in a while.
Angie pulled the car into the driveway and failed to notice that none of the lights she had left on earlier where now out. Only as she neared the front door key in hand did she sense something was wrong...didn't I leave the light on....She put her key in the door and unlocked the door as she stepped inside she fumbled for the light and just as she found the switch a hand closed over her wrist. "AHH", she gasped. She was quickly pulled inside as a cloth was placed over her mouth and nose.
She roused slowly her head swimming, her hands bound behind her back. Mercifully her clothes were still on. She tried to turn her head but the only thing she succeeded in doing by attempting that was a sharp slap across the face. "Bitch," came an electronically altered voice,"I'm going to fuck that sweet body of yours and use you as a cumdumpster." Angie's mind raced as she tried to think of a way out of this. She wondered what time it was and how long she had been unconscious. If it were late enough maybe Hunter would make it home if she managed to somehow evade the impending rape. Surely, it would be rape she would never give her body over unless this cretin put a gun to her head and even then she wasn't sure if she could give in.
Strangely enough though she found her pussy was dripping wet and she was more than slightly aroused by the thought of some stranger raping her. It had always been a fantasy of hers but Hunter told her she was stupid when she had suggested role playing it nearly a year ago. It wasn't that she wanted to be raped just act it out. Now it seemed she wasn't going to have a choice.
Angie licked her lips and tasted the bittersweet metallic taste of blood as it trickled from her lip. Well perhaps this man wasn't that interested in raping her for he hadn't bothered to strip her before while she was unconscious. That thought came to her just a bit premature, for even as she was thinking it she was being hoisted up to a sitting position on the couch. The lights were still all off and she hadn't been able to glimpse anything of the captor yet, anything more than the blur of his hand before he had slapped her.
He loomed above her now, and Angie could make out the vague outline of his hulking figure. She looked up to where she expected his face to be and saw broad shoulder in the outline of the streetlights shining in from the window. His face was guarded by an opaque Halloween mask. It wouldn't hide much of his features but would make them obscure enough that she wouldn't be able to identify him unless it were for his physical traits alone.
His hand reached down and ran along her high cheekbones, obviously he was enamored by her beauty, she had always tried to keep herself in excellent shape, even if her husband rarely paid attention. Angie stood at 5'2" and she had long fiery red hair, which at the moment was in a ponytail. Her breast although not enormous were 32C and her waist while not tiny was slender enough and well toned at 26 inches around. She always thought she could lose some weight but what women didn't think that. Her hips were the hips that made men lust after her, she had 34 inch hips and on her tiny frame that just gave her what her husband liked to call a ghetto booty. Her ass was her pride and joy, her favorite body part. She worked out toning and tightening it daily, it was nice and round and firm. She loved the way Hunter would, when he was rarely affectionate with her, rub her behind as they made love and squeeze it and gently work it with his fingers.
All of the thoughts leapt from her mind as she felt the man flick on the light behind her softly illuminating the room just a bit more. He was wearing all black A black jacket which he was now removing, under which he had on a tight black T-shirt that showed off his well chiseled muscular chest. Hunter's features were remarkably similar to this man's she thought. But it was only a fleeting thought as he stood in front of her and pulled a knife from his back pocket. The intruder pressed the tip of the knife against her throat before reaching down and lifting her top away and slicing it down the middle. He grabbed her braless tits and pinched and pulled roughly at the nipples. "Ungh!," she moaned, "Please sir, I'll do whatever you ask just don't rape me." "My husband's due home anytime now. Take what you want and leave."
