Jane peeled off her pale blue sweater, unzipped her fitted black skirt and hung them on the end of the towel rack. Stepping out of her black patent heels, soon her stockings and underwear joined her other clothing. She stretched, running her hands up over her stomach and breasts, squeezing them gently. She had been looking forward to a nice hot shower all afternoon - the office had been hell. Max had called to let her know he would be working late and so finally with some peace and quiet, Jane took the opportunity to unwind.
The soothing aroma of burning oils filled the bathroom and shadows from a dozen flickering candles danced around the room, creating a foggy half-light. Jane released her thick auburn hair from its clip and checked her reflection in the steamed up mirror. She looked tired: her large blue eyes shone dark against her pale luminescent skin.
Jane stepped into the spacious white tiled shower. The hot water ran over her high round breasts, stinging her creamy skin and making her small pink nipples tingle and tighten. She soaped her body, washing slowly and thoroughly until her skin glowed and she felt slightly rejuvenated.
Jane pushed the showerhead away so the water sprayed into the centre of the shower and sat back on a wide ledge running the length of the rear wall. Taking her razor from the rack mounted nearby, she quickly shaved her legs, pussy and ass smooth. When she had shaved all over, her fingers lingered on her slick, bald pussy, slowly spreading her lips open and pushing into her wet hole. Max liked her shaved clean and she thought about him - licking and sucking at her wet, silken lips.
Jane moved off the ledge and stretched out on her back in the bottom of the shower, playing with her freshly shaved pussy. Deep in her dirty thoughts, she didn't hear the quiet click of the lock on the back door. The hammering of the water covered the gentle whoosh of the sliding door into the bathroom.
It all happened in seconds ... Jane stood as she sensed a movement behind the shower curtain then in a heart wrenching flurry, suddenly it was all around her, sticking and clinging. Strong arms pinned hers to her side. The air rushed from her lungs. Jane opened her mouth but could barely breathe in the vice-like grip. She struggled to free herself, to try to see her captor. However, her flailing hands only served to further tangle and encase her in the clinging fabric of the curtain. The pulsing shower rained down on Jane and her captor like pelting gunfire.
"Stop fucking struggling slut!"
His deep menacing voice penetrated the air and Jane instantly obeyed. She didn't understand why or how but she knew she could not free herself from his arms. Her pulse raced and she felt flushed and hot from their struggle, adrenaline pumping through her system, she took a ragged breath, trying to steady her nerves and calm herself a little. He pushed her back against the wall in the back of the shower, he relaxing his grip a little when he sensed her compliance. He reached with one gloved hand and pulled the curtain away from her face.
The dark eyes that met hers, looked out through holes in a dripping black latex mask that completely encased his face. A hole cut for his mouth, Jane's eyes lingered on his hard pursed lips. She opened her mouth and he, as if sensing it was her intention to scream, closed his big hand tightly over it, blocking her nose so she could barely breathe. His cold eyes bored into hers.
"I don't care if we make this easy or hard for you cunt, either way is fine by me."
Panic swept through Jane momentarily and she struggled. He pushed his knee up against her crotch, firmly wedging her up to wall. He fumbled with something on the vanity while he continued to hold her mouth shut, the smell of latex filling her nostrils. Jane stopped struggling and again tried to relax, letting herself sag a little onto his grinding knee. Her breathing was still ragged and, even though she was ashamed to admit it to herself, she sensed this was from the growing warmth she felt in her pussy pressed hard to his rubber encased leg.
Then Jane felt him stuff the underpants she had removed earlier, into her mouth. The faint odour of them filled her nostrils ... slightly sweaty, mostly the tangy scent of her creamy pussy ... she groaned. Her eyes wide, she watched as he wound the stockings she had hung over the towel rack around her head, firmly gagging her. He eased his knee back from her, letting her sag forward a little.
Jane felt suddenly ashamed and so dirty ... she had wanted him to keep grinding her shaven slit with his leg. The pressure of the warm rubber on her clit had left it throbbing and swollen. Her whole cunt aching, she couldn't help gently sucking on the panties filling her mouth, her saliva mixing with the flavours they contained.
"Now we're gonna play some dirty games baby. Don't you struggle any more, that is, not unless I tell you to," he laughed. "Do you understand bitch?"
He held Jane's head up so her wide, frightened eyes met his. Jane realised that although she was terrified, she was also incredibly turned on ... she could barely believe herself ... she felt tears well as she pleaded with his cold grey eyes, finally she nodded her eyes falling away first.
"Don't worry slut, it won't hurt too much ... not if you do as I say. Just to be sure..."
He reached behind her, bringing her wrists together and bound them tightly with the cord of Jane's housecoat. When he tore away the last clinging, shreds of the shower curtain, he finally exposed Jane's, wet body. He stepped away to admire his catch. Her arms pulled tightly behind her back, beads of water clung to her full round tits ... her jutting nipples were hard. He smiled, his hard lips softening a little, showing his teeth. Jane watched him; his eyes showed no emotion as they surveyed her shivering, dripping body. They stopped when he reached her pussy... clean-shaven, slick and dripping her full outer lips pouting open to reveal her pink and obviously excited swollen clit.
"Oh yes ... this is going to be fun," he whispered to her.
As he reached to touch her Jane noted the mask continued into a full suit. Thin black latex encasing his broad hard chest, covering his strong arms and ending with the snug gloves that had pressed so hard to her mouth. Now those hands were firmly but gently squeezing her soft tits and pinching her nipples the silky feel of the rubber teasing at first, then harder, gripping and warming her hardening nipples.
