I pull into the driveway and realized how late I am getting home. The dinner meeting I had with my clients had lasted until I had driven half of the way home in the dark. I notice that the light in the study on the other side of the house is on. You must be in there reading, or looking up dirty cheerleader pictures I hope with a sultry smile. You are always super hot after a session of smutty pics.
I remote open the garage door and notice that the light has burned out. I'll have to ask you to fix that for me. You know I'm scared of the dark. I ease the car into the garage slowly, the headlights in the almost complete darkness casting eerie shadows. I step from the car, and then bend over to reach across for my purse that is leaning against the passenger side door.
I hear a noise behind me, but before I can straighten up to see what it is, a strong arm encircles my waist and covers my mouth.
Terrified I immediately begin to struggle. I claw at the leather covered hand that is across my mouth masking my screams and thrash and kick back at the man behind me.
"It's no use." He rumbles in a deep voice.
He easily lifts my struggling body and forces me face first onto the trunk of the car. Reaching up under my skirt, he roughly rips of my panties and stuffs them into my mouth. When he removes his hand, I prepare to spit out my panties and scream. I suddenly feel the cold press of a knife against my throat. He chuckles as I instantly still.
"Heh. Now you understand don't you? Otherwise... well we wouldn't want your man to find you now would we?"
He takes the knife and rips through the back of my blouse, yanking the front of it down and tossing it into the blackness of the garage.
"Hold on a second" he grunts. You listen intently as he leaves you for 20 seconds only to start again as a soft light brings focus to the are. He's lit a camping lantern. "I haven't watched you so long to not be able to see what I'm fucking now" he growls.
Ideas and questions are speeding through my mind. Who is this man? When and where has he been watching me?
He reaches around my hips and yanks down my skirt. Next he uses his knife to cut the back strap of my bra. As he comes around my side to pull it off my breasts, I try to get some sense of who this man is. Do I know him? How does he know me?
A mask, leaving his lips and chin free to look at, covers the upper part of his face and hair. He sees me looking at him and roughly shoves my head in the other direction. "Don't fucking look at me slut!! Did I say you could look at me?! He rips off my ruined bra and pushes me into the car. "Now be a good girl," he roughly whispers into my ear, "and stay there until I tell you that you can move."
At his words, my body clenches and calms. The little slutty submissive in me wants to do what he says!
