Miss Yu's Adventure

Disclaimer: Any sexual acts depicted involve only characters ages 18 or older. This is a work of fiction.

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Linda Yu, mother of two, felt lucky. No, not just lucky. Blessed.

"You've already told me a hundred times, Mom, You worry too much!" she said over the phone with a healthy dose of exasperation. "The girls will be FINE. We'll be safe. And yes, I got the emergency health insurance while traveling abroad for all three of us. Now can we PLEASE focus on the positive and stop fretting? It'll be a trip they will never forget."

The 32-year-old woman had two daughters, Tara and Olivia. Tara was 14 and Olivia had just turned 10. For a surprise for her girls, Linda had made arrangements for a three-week trip to Japan next month. She couldn't wait to see her daughters' reactions. They had been begging to go on an international trip for years.

"I know you'll be careful. You're a good mother," Linda's mother's paper-thin voice admitted with some reluctance. "But those are my only two grandbabies. It's my prerogative to worry."

"I know, I know." Linda poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the refurbished oak dining table which looked out over open fields and gentle hills. After her husband had died three years ago, she had bought this farm and moved her family out into the country. In the hustle and bustle of New York, there had seemed no time or place to grieve. Rural Virginia felt... different. There was a healing power in this place that Linda couldn't quite explain. Working from home as a healthcare consultant had proved lucrative enough to make the move permanent after Harry's life insurance proceeds had begun to dwindle. It was a far cry from their old life in New York, but in many ways a better one. It only saddened Linda when she thought about how the investment proceeds from the life insurance constituted the very funds that made this trip to Japan possible.

'Harry, I hope you'd be proud of me and our girls,' she thought.

"Honey, are you there?"

Linda snapped back to the present at the sound of her mother's voice.

"Sorry. Yes, I'm here. Just distracted."

"You were thinking about Harry again, weren't you. Wishing he could go on this trip with you and the girls." Her mother's sad voice was filled with love and sympathy. She always could read Linda's mind. Linda sighed.

"You know me too well."

"You always were the easiest to read," Linda's mom piped back.

The two women chuckled. Their mother-daughter bond was fierce, and Linda reflected that it was very likely because of her close relationship with her mother that she had such a strong bond with her own two daughters.

Linda checked the time. It was almost 8:00AM. "Mom, I should get going. The front yard isn't going to cut itself."

Linda's mother made a scoffing sound. "Really, Linda, why don't you just hire someone to do that? Your time is so much more valuable."

"Thank you for the unsolicited advice, mother," Linda teased. "This is me going. Love you. Bye..."

Her mother tried to sneak in a few more words edgewise before Linda swiped off the call with a smile. She adored her mom, but Anna Cheung did not understand the sense of satisfaction that manual labor could give. There was something about the smell of freshly cut grass and the feel of sun on her skin that Linda cherished. Simple work brought simple pleasures, but sometimes those pleasures were profound.

The Asian American woman finished her coffee, put the mug in the sink and rinsed it. She was just about to change out of her sleep shirt and pajama bottoms into a decent outdoor work outfit when she heard a knock at the front door.

Linda frowned. She wasn't expecting anyone. Living isolated out in such a rural area as a single woman, she wasn't stupid. She had a front door camera. Pulling up the app, she checked the camera feed as she made a slow walk toward the front of the house.

'Was there a package I ordered and need to sign for?' she wondered. Linda succumbed to the occasional shopping frenzy. Sometimes she had trouble keeping track of everything she'd purchased.

The beautiful young mother walked toward the door. Her long, radiant black hair hung thickly down to just below her shoulders, and the rims of her round glasses hung perfectly on her finely chiseled face. Her deep brown eyes crinkled with a frown when she saw a young man on her front stoop. He wore only a white undershirt and a dirty pair of ripped blue jeans. She spoke through the camera without answering the door.

"Can I help you?"

The young man looked to be 19, maybe 20, with a closely shaved head, a narrow face, and intense gray-blue eyes. He reminded her of a coiled predator about to strike. Just the look of him unsettled her. There was no way she was answering that door.

"Hi. My car broke down and my cell's out of battery. I was wondering if you could make a call for me so I could get a tow. If you don't mind." The man spoke politely as he faced the camera, but he seemed a little TOO polite... almost as if he was trying too hard. Almost as if he was defying a more brutal, instinctive nature within.

Linda hesitated. What would it hurt to make a call for the man? She certainly wasn't going to let in a complete stranger, especially a man she didn't know, but she also didn't want to be THAT person who would fail to help someone in need. After all, what would it cost her to make a simple phone call?"

"OK. Sure. Give me the number you want me to call." She prepared to type it in.

Just then she thought she heard something at the back of the house.

"Hello?" She rushed toward the back door, phone still in hand. Just as she turned the corner leading to the back door which lay right off the kitchen, a huge black man tumbled right into her. He was handsome, big, and rippling with muscle. His upper body sported the tattered remnants of a prison jumpsuit while his legs were clothed in a pair of black cotton shorts. He looked terrifying and before Linda could even scream he had already knocked the phone out of her hand, spun her around, and clamped one of those massive hands over her mouth.

"Scream, bitch, and this is going to get ugly. Now let's just be cool. Relax. Cooperate and you don't get hurt. You feel me?"

Linda felt her heart trying to pound right through her chest. She felt her back pressed against the wall of sheer muscle that was the intruder's torso.

"You resist, you gonna get hurt, girl. You don't want that, do you?" he rasped in her ear. Linda shook her head deftly, as much as she was able.

"Now, if I remove my hand, you're going to be a good little girl, right?"

Linda nodded. Her mouth was dry and she could hardly breathe. The man slowly removed his hand but kept his arm around her waist and her body pressed to his.

"Let's walk to the front door and unlock it for my friend. No sudden movements, girl. Be cool. Be cool." He led her toward the front door, his arm intimately curved around her middle as he guided her. She was hyper-aware of his touch, of his clover-like scent, of his every movement as fear spiked in her like that of a cornered animal.

'Oh my god, what are these men going to do? Oh god, these two men.... are they escaped prison convicts?' That seemed obvious and what made the most sense, but her overwhelmed mind was still having trouble processing what was happening. Her thoughts raced as she tried to think of a way to get out of the man's grasp.

"SSSHHH. Relax, bitch. I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you make me." Those chilling words took some of the potential fight out of her. Breathing rapidly, Linda unlocked the door and opened it for the wiry young Caucasian man on her front stoop.

"Nice going, D," the young man said as he sauntered in, closed the door, and locked it behind him. "Mmmm. Looks like we got ourselves a CATCH."

Linda felt all of the blood drain from her face. Oh no!

"Yes we do," the black man rumbled in her ear. His hands slipped beneath her sleep shirt, cupping her breasts and gliding over her now hardened nipples.

"Please don't hurt me," Linda begged. She closed her eyes with clenched teeth as she felt the black man begin to play with her nipples. His thick fingers managed to stoke a twinge of unwanted arousal, drawing a response from her body that she couldn't deny.

"Let's take off that shirt, girl. Let my partner here see what you got," the black man purred.

With a sinking feeling of sheer humiliation and abject mortification, the Asian American woman raised her arms numbly and let the black convict lift the loose sleep shirt over her heard. Her big breasts now spilled into view. The air touched her bare skin as she turned around toward the larger of her two captors.

"Please don't do this."

'Please don't rape me,' she thought. But she didn't want to say the word. To say the word 'rape' would make this ordeal all too real.

"Turn around, bitch. Show my partner your goods," the black man growled. He spun her around and slid a hand under the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Linda squirmed and groaned as she felt the black convict slip a finger between the folds of her sex. She suddenly went still like a trapped and terrified animal. Her chest was heaving now, her eyes wide with terror.

The young man in front of her just stood there and admired the view. He reached out, stroking her nipples before leaning up close to her face.

"Mmmm. We are gonna have FUN with you, hot mama. Oh yeah. Do you know how long it's been since Deion or I have had any PUSSY?" And with that, he leaned down and began to suck on the pink tips of her supple cones. Linda closed her eyes with a groan of anguish as she felt Deon's fingers tunneling inside her cunt while the younger man's lips formed a tight suction around her nipples.

"Please stop.... please," the mother of two mewled. This couldn't be happening. No... Oh god...

TO BE CONTINUED...