Brenda put on the last of her makeup and looked at herself in the mirror. It was the night of her anniversary, and she wanted to be perfect for her husband.
She was wearing a short white nightie that covered her size 22 frame. She checked the tan pantyhose she was wearing for runs. Not that it mattered: her husband would rip through them as soon as he saw her.
It was her anniversary gift to him. She found out early in their marriage that she could not dress for work around him. As soon as she slid on her hosiery, her husband was on her. Not that she minded, it just made her late for work.
She looked up at the clock. Fifteen more minutes until her husband came home...
At that moment, Brenda's husband was out cold, bound and gagged in the trunk of their car. The Man who had do so was in the driver's seat, on his way to Brenda.
The Man had seen Brenda at a local market and had been following her for almost two months. She had become an obsession to him. A sexy big girl with huge breasts, she had never been alone for more than thirty minutes. That thirty minutes was the time before her husband came home. Not enough time to properly make her his Rape Victim.
So he had taken the direct route. He had waylaid her husband as he headed to his car after work. A pop in the back of the head with a towel wrapped tire iron--he didn't want to kill him--tied him with duct tape and dropped him into the trunk. Now he would have plenty of time with Brenda.
Brenda saw her husband's car pull up. She quickly went to the front door and unlocked it. She left a note on the floor for him to meet her in the bedroom and went to wait for him.
She heard the door open and then slam. Ten minutes passed. No hubby. A small nervous shiver passed through her. She got up off the bed and stepped out of the bedroom.
A hand covered Brenda's mouth and a knife was pressed to her throat.
"Behave, Fuck Toy and I won't kill you. Understand?"
"Please don't hurt me. Please..." Brenda stammered, her eyes on the knife pressing against her throat.
"Good." The Man kissed Brenda's neck. "I am going to enjoy making you My Rape Victim, Brenda."
"How...do you know.." Brenda swallowed in fear and shock. He knew her. If he knew her then he knew...
"My husband will be home soon," said Brenda with as much courage as she could muster.
The Man pressed his hand between Brenda's legs and began to rub her clit through her pantyhose.
"Your husband is "tied" up right now, Brenda Fuck Toy."
Brenda struggled.
" What happen to my husband?" she demanded.
"Nothing...yet. If you are a good Fuck Toy, you'll get to see him again. Now spread those big legs, Fuck Toy."
Brenda started to cry, but she obeyed.
"Please stop. Why are doing this to me? "
The Man kissed the back of Brenda's neck, pressed down on her clit with his fingers, and began to rub faster.
"To make you my Rape Victim, Brenda Fuck Toy."
Brenda cried out as the Man's rubbing took control of her. She felt herself getting wet. Her body getting warm. The Man's kisses on her neck were touching the right spots...
