On the surface, Hilda was just an average looking woman in her early thirties. A plain face with long, black hair and distinguishable Colombian features inherited from her mother. She always wore lose fitting clothing that hid her figure pretty well. So most people who would see her had no idea that she had a firm, shapely body with large, c-cup breast and a tight ass. Hilda considered it shameful to show herself in public, a result of years of catholic school teaching.
Indeed Hilda was a very conservative woman. She had remained a virgin until her late twenties when she married her husband. And even with him her idea of sex was that of a quick missionary-style fuck. She would never allow him to go down on her, or even entertain the thought of sucking him. Although she did desire to cum herself during sex. But usually had her husband rub her clit with his fingers to bring her to climax before having him mount her for a quick session.
In addition to being conservative, Hilda was also quite a snob. Her family had done well for themselves over the years, and while far from being rich, she did not have to worry about finances. Hilda always considered herself a step above those around her. At work she was commonly referred to as “The bitch” behind her back. So it was easy for her to quit working once her husband completed his residency and became a staff surgeon and a local hospital. Unfortunately his job required him to attend several medical conferences each year, often leaving Hilda home alone. Little did she know that one of his reasons for going alone was to often find someone to pleasure him orally since he couldn’t receive that gratification at home.
On Friday morning Hilda dropped her husband off at the airport. He was flying to Kansas to spend the weekend with his mother, then off to Washington for a two-day conference. Hilda was planning on leaving early the next morning for a couple nights away at a hot springs spa herself and would no doubt be out of contact with her husband until Monday night.
On her way home from the airport Hilda had the misfortune of getting a flat tire. She managed to reach a service station. She waltzed into the service bay and requested that someone replace her tire. The attendant politely took her information but when he didn’t move quickly enough for her she became demanding to the point of being insulting. Hilda had no time to waste on blue-collar workers and her attitude showed. Still, the 18-year old attendant took down her information, then slowly, very slowly, had her tire repaired and replaced back onto the vehicle. Instead of being grateful, Hilda called the manager to task for hiring such a dimwitted idiot to work there, paid her bill, and left.
Eddie did not like the way he was treated by Hilda one bit. He detested women like her. And hearing her complaints to his manager had made things worse. He stewed over the incident the rest of the day. Then decided that he wanted to get revenge. He had overheard Hilda on her cell-phone while she was waiting. He heard her mention that her husband was out of town and that she was going to be out of town as well. Eddie went to the file cabinet and pulled out the day’s tickets, finding hers he took note of the address. A pretty nice neighborhood a little more than sixty-miles from where he lived. Eddie guessed that she probably only drove this far from home when she needed to go to the airport. Thinking that her home would be empty for the weekend he decided to call a few of his buddies and pay the house a visit. He thought that when she returned home to find the place ransacked and robbed that she would have a taste of what it felt like to be abused by someone.
That night Eddie picked up three of his friends: George and Charlie, two brothers, ages 19 and 18, who had grown up with Eddie, and Michael, a tall black kid who had dropped out of high school and spent a couple years wandering from town to town before settling down in their town. At 21 George was the oldest of the group.
They drove the sixty miles to where Hilda lived. Passed through the neighborhood checking things out. Michael had plenty of experience with breaking and entering and offered his best advice. He was particularly pleased to see that the house they targeted was pretty secluded with a nice long driveway. Thick woods blocked one entire side from view from the street. They pulled into the driveway, cut the lights and engine, and coasted down behind the trees and rolled off into the grass beside the garage where their car would be hidden from view. There were no lights on in the house, or on any of the other nearby homes. Not surprising for 2:00 am.
To avoid any possible alarm system they climbed a tree in the back yard and hopped onto the awning over the patio. Michael found the bathroom window and used a small, thin piece of metal to slip it through the crack and unlock the window. Then the four men slid easily into the bathroom and began creeping down the hall. Finding the bedroom first they walked in. Since this was on the backside of the house they didn’t worry about light and flicked the switch. To their shock and surprise Hilda was asleep in the bed. When the light came on she awoke with a start. She jumped from the bed screaming. She was dressed in a thin nightgown that did little to hide her assets. Her ample breast swayed under the material and her blue panties were clearly visible.
“Oh fuck!” Eddie yelled out upon their discovery. Both Junior and Charlie stood frozen in near panic. If not for Michael Hilda probably would have been able to rush out the door and perhaps make it to safety. But the big black man, acting with the instinct of one who had perhaps been in such situations before, jumped before her, wrapping his thick arms around her body and dove onto the bed pinning her body beneath him. When she tried to scream again he shoved a pillow over her face. “Shit! Someone get me some fucking rope or something!” He yelled, trying to hold the kicking woman in place.
“Where?” Eddie replied.
“How the fuck do I know!” Michael yelled back. “Look around!”
The three white men ran out of the room tossing open closets and other things. Finally returning with some power cords, a short piece of string and some duct tape. Michael sat on Hilda’s stomach while the other guys grabbed her hands and feet. First he needed to shut her up. Reaching back he spotted her panties and with a quick, violent tug, ripped them off her body and shoved them into her mouth before using the duct tape to cover her mouth. Successfully muffling her cries for help. Then he rolled her over and used one of the cords and some more duct tape to secure her arms behind her back.
After tying her up the four men stood over the bed. Hilda lay on the bed in fear. She realized that her pussy was exposed and closed her legs tightly trying to keep it hidden. But there was little she could do about covering her thick black bush. Fortunately for Eddie she did not recognize him at all. Hilda had long ago chose to not look those who were beneath her in the face unless necessary, and therefore had no remembrance of what the kid at the service station looked like.
“Damn, this bitch has a fine body on her.” Charlie commented.
