You are in your kitchen making lunch. The kids are off at school and husband is at work. You live in a quiet suburban neighborhood, and never worry about locking your doors during the day. You think you hear a door open, so you look to see, but there is no one there, so you don't worry about it. A couple of minutes later you hear something behind you but before you have time to turn around to see you feel a strong arm around your waist and a hand clamped over your mouth. A man's voice hisses in your ear. "Don't move unless you want to get hurt, bitch. I am going to take my hand off your mouth but if you scream I will kill you. Do you understand?" Trembling in fear, you nod your head. Your cell phone is just a few feet away, and you think about making a run for it, but you know you would never have time to call anyone. You want to scream, but there is real menace in the voice hissing in your ear. You realize you will have to do what he says for the moment, and hope you won't get hurt. Then your heart jumps as you realize your sons will be home in two hours--your thoughts begin to race...
What if he is still here then? I have to do what he wants and get him out of here before then!! What does he want? Money? I don't have any of that here, but I guess we could go to an ATM. Is he going to rape me? Hurt me? He releases your mouth but then he pulls your hands behind you, roughly, holding them together as he says he really doesn't want to hurt you, he just wants money or jewelry and he will leave you alone.
"I only have a few dollars here, but you can have that. Or we can go to an ATM. I can get you $500 today. Is that enough?"
"Go to an ATM? So you can get away and call the cops? No thanks. Let's go check your purse. Where is it?"
"In the living room."
"Let's go see." You feel him pull your hands together and duct tape them together, making it impossible for you to get to your cell phone or any other kind of help. You really feel helpless now, knowing you will have to do whatever he wants. For some strange reason you feel a tingling in your pussy. It's been months since your husband fucked you, you really don't want him any more, but you really need sex. OH, GOD. Can I really be WANTING this stranger between my legs? No, never....
You lead him to the living room and he sees your purse on the couch. He rummages through it and only finds about $50.00. "Is this all, bitch? This is a nice house, surely you have some cash somewhere."
"That's all. I have some jewelry but it's not much. How about the TV and Computer? They're pretty new. Take them and go. I'll tell everyone I came home and found them missing."
You notice him looking up and down your body, undressing you with his eyes. Is he going to rape me? That would be better than watching him hurt my kids. Your pussy moistens a little at the thought, and it makes you ashamed to think you might actually want him, but he isn't bad looking, and you have really been needing sex. You almost started an affair with an old friend, but you didn't want to take the chance of a nasty divorce, with your kids still in school.
"You stupid bitch!!! I couldn't get more than $100 for them from a fence, and I don't need a computer or TV. Let's see the jewels."
You take him into the bedroom and tell him they are all in the jewelry chest on the dresser. He rummages through and finds a couple of nice items and puts them in his pocket. "This is a start, where's the rest?"
"There isn't any." He slaps you on the face and you stumble back to avoid him, winding up sitting on your bed. "You lying bitch! Where is it? You have a safe?" He stands over you menacingly, but you really don't have anything else for him." No, that's all, I swear. I don't have much jewelry." He slaps you again, your face stinging now, feeling so helpless, hoping he won't hurt you or your kids.
"Maybe we need to wait 'til your kids get home. Maybe then you will tell me the truth."
"NO, PLEASE!!!! I SWEAR THAT'S IT!!! Let's go to the bank, I'll get you some cash. My husband won't miss it, I take care of the money. PLEASE!!!!" The top button of your blouse has come undone in the struggle and you see him looking at your cleavage. One more slap stuns you.
"Let's wait for the kids. I bet if I cut one of them a little you'll tellme the truth."
"NO, PLEASE!!!! Do what you want to me but don't hurt them."
He smiles a cruel smile. "Do what I want to you? Maybe I can make this trip worthwhile after all." He sits by you and caresses your cheek. "You are a pretty thing, I bet your husband really has fun with you at night." The look on your face tells him that's not true, but you don't say anything, even as his hand slides down and cups one of your tits. You are wearing a thin bra and your nipple hardens in his hand. God, is this bastard actually turning me on? It's all you can do to keep from moaning. No one has touched your tits in months but you, and the feel of a strong male hand on them is strangely arousing.
"Get your hands off me, you bastard!!! Take what you can and go, please."
"But you just said I can do what I want to you." He stands up and pushes you back onto the bed, looking down at your body with a look that tells you he is about to take what he wants from you. He reaches down and with a swift motion rips your blouse open, exposing your lacy bra, nipples showing through.