Ping arrived home from work tired and foot sore. She stretched her five foot five inch frame as she got out of her car and trudged up to the front of her home. Her black hair was tied in a bun, which she loosened and her tumbled out around her shoulders.
When she got into the house, she quickly pulled off her heels with an audible sigh. She was of Chinese descent, but she could now understand the pain the foot binding her ancestors had subjected their female children too. In America, she thought, women call that torture wearing pumps.
The house was dark and...empty? No, she had seen her husband's car in the driveway. He is probably sitting in front of the TV watching ESPN.
Well he is going to give his wife a foot rub, she thought as she climbed the stairs to their bedroom and found her husband bound to his reading chair with duct tape. It had been wound around his body and legs and large piece covered his mouth.
Ping ran into the bedroom straight to her husband. He shook his head and made noises under his gag that sounded like "behind you" when a hand was clamped over her mouth and a knife put to her throat. Ping froze in fear: she hated knives.
"Looks like the little woman made it home, " said a voice in her ear. "Be good and I won't kill either of you. Understand?"
Ping forced herself to give a little nod, careful of the point of the knife as she did so. The Man grabbed her by the hair and spun her around. She was face to face with a Man wearing a black ski mask and holding a hunting knife.
"Your husband and I were waiting for you to get home, Ping. Figured, since you were the only thing worth taking in this house, that I'd make him comfortable so he could watch." The Man leered at her.
"Watch what?" asked Ping, her voice small. Please God, don't let him cut me, she thought. Please.
"Your rape. I am going to make you my rape victim and you will be a good girl through out or I will walk over and slice open your husband's throat, rape you, then do the same to you. Are we clear on the rules?"
Ping swallowed and looked at her husband. He was sweating and shaking his head side to side. The Man walked over and slapped him on the side of the head and put his knife to his throat.
"You stay out of this and let the lady decided. "
He turned back to Ping. "Time is wasting, honey. Do I start cutting or do you start stripping down to your pantyhose for me?"
Tears flowed out of Ping's eyes as she began to undress. The Man smiled and slapped her husband again.
"I like a woman who is action oriented."
As Ping took off her blouse and bra, the Man leaned down to her husband's ear. "Never had an Oriental woman before. Is it any different, buddy? Oh that's right, you are a little tied up. We'll compare notes later."
Ping slid off her skirt. The Man walked to her and traced the tip of his knife over her nipples.
