Karen stretched, looking at her naked body in the Cheval mirror by the bed. She smiled as she watched herself gently stroke her breasts, the nipples just starting to respond to her touch. She hoped that Gary would not be too long in the bathroom. She glanced again narcissus like at her lovely body before covering herself with the diaphanous night-dress. It was brand new that day and she knew Gary would be aroused by the subtle outline of her body.
Unbeknown to Karen hers were not the only eyes looking at her body. Suddenly and quietly two figures dressed in tracksuits and ski masks entered her bedroom. Before she realised that they were there, the taller of the two put his hand over her mouth and hissed in her ear. 'Where is he, your husband?' Karen struggled but his grip was strong. 'Tell me what I want to know if you don't want to get hurt. If your husband comes in suddenly my partner will kill him.'
Karen was frightened What did they want.
She whispered, "He, er, he's in the bathroom. that door over there, pointing with her chin to the en-suite bathroom. The man holding her forced her to sit on her dressing table stool whilst his partner stood by the bathroom door. Once seated, her captor fastened each of her ankles to a leg of the stool and her hands were fastened behind her with the cord of a dressing gown which had been lying on the bed and this was looped to one of the legs at the back of the stool. A silk handkerchief from her bedside drawer was used to gag her. Suddenly the realisation hit Karen that with her legs stretched wide to the legs of the stool her pantyless mound would be on view. She struggled to keep her thighs as close as possible but was appalled to realise that as she wriggled her night-dress climbed her thighs.
