Maria, age 24, watched her boyfriend's car take off down the road then turned to look at the Lees' house. It was a relatively large house in the upper-middle class neighborhood it sat in. Maria looked at her bucket of cleaning supplies and sighed. On one hand, the Lees paid her the most in proportion to the time it took to clean their house. On the other, the Lees were an unusual couple.
Karen Lee seemed to be perpetually happy. She was also very touchy-feely. She would always hug Maria and give her kisses on the cheek. Maria wasn't used to that kind of affection from a non-family member that wasn't her boyfriend Brett.
Her husband Tim wasn't much better. Often when Maria sat down to take a brief break, Tim would sit next to her and smile. He would tell her that she was doing a good job and put his hand on her thigh. That made her uncomfortable. On at least three occasions, she'd been bent down to polish some lower shelf and she'd feel a pinch on her ass. By the time she got up and turned around to see who did it, she'd barely caught Tim going around a corner. Well, two times. The third time it was Karen. Maria came to the conclusion that they conspiring to mess with her head.
Maria walked up to the door and rang the bell. Karen answered. "Ah! Maria, honey! We've been waiting for you!" Karen put her arms around her and kissed her cheek twice. Maria rolled her eyes.
"Come in! Come in!" Karen said and led Maria into the house by the small of her back. When they were inside, Karen let her hand slide down Maria's large ass. Maria winced.
"Well, good luck!" Karen said. "I hope we haven't made too much of a mess since you last came. If you need anything just come find me or Tim!" Karen waved and headed up the stairs.
Maria got to work and started by polishing the furniture in the living room. On the coffee table, she noticed a pair of fuzzy handcuffs and a coffee table book. The book was open to a black and white photo of a man licking a woman's asshole. Maria sighed and closed the book. She cleared the table and polished it then put everything back the way it was, except she left the book closed.
Most of her time cleaning was uneventful. Occasionally, she would see Tim or Karen coming and going. They would smile at her and Maria would give a friendly smile back. On the inside, she was just hoping she wouldn't be getting molested again today.
I wonder if this is worth the money, Maria thought.
Soon Maria worked her way to the master bedroom. She walked over and took the lamp off of one of the nightstands. As she polished the top of the nightstand, she peered over at the king sized bed. Briefly, she wondered what kind of sex life these two weirdos had. She sighed and put the thought out of her mind.
In that moment, Maria felt someone behind her. Before she had a chance to turn, she found herself bent over the bed with her face in the sheets. She felt something soft clasp on her wrist. She began to yell and flail her free arm. She tried to get up, but whoever was on her had their whole body weight on her. They grabbed her other arm and forced it behind her back. She felt the clasp over her other wrist. She realized she was handcuffed.
Her captor bent over her and whispered in her ear. "My brother's a cop. He taught me how to do that. Neat, huh?" Tim said.
"Ah! Stop it! Let me go!" Maria yelled.
"Why? I just want to have a little fun with you," Tim said then licked her ear. Maria shuddered.
Tim let her stand up but kept his arms around her. He started to feel up her tits through her blouse. She tried to pull away but he had a tight grip on her.
"Help me!" Maria yelled. "Karen! Anyone! Help!" Tim kept nibbling on her ear.
Karen walked into the room. "Hey, what's all the noise about?" she said.
Maria pleaded with Karen. "Please, help me! Make him let go!"
Karen walked up to Maria. "Oh, is my husband being a bit rough with you? I'm sure he doesn't mean to be mean," She put her hand on Maria's cheek. Maria realized that Karen would be of no help. She knew that if she screamed no one else would hear her. She started crying.
"Please," Maria said, "just let me go. Ple..." She didn't get to finish because Karen pressed her mouth against hers. She could feel Karen's tongue in her mouth. They both pressed closer together to her. Tim's crotch was pressed so hard against her ass, she could feel his hard-on growing. He was sniffing her thick black hair. As Karen began unbuttoning her blouse she moaned futile protests through her kisses. Karen stepped back once all the buttons were undone.
"Oh, I forgot about the handcuffs!" Karen said. "What shall I do to get this off? Oh, I know!" She went to the nightstand on the other side of the bed and came back with a pair of scissors. Maria froze in fear. "Keep her still, honey," Karen said to Tim. She took the scissors and and cut the short sleeves on Maria's blouse up to the collar.
As Maria felt the scissors drag against her skin, she started crying. "Stop. Oh god, I'm so scared. Stop. Just let me go."
Karen ignored her. Tim whispered in her ear, "Shh. It's okay. She isn't going to hurt you."
Once Karen had both sleeves cut, Tim lightened his grip just a little. In one movement, Karen pulled off Maria's blouse and held it up. "Ta-da!"
Maria blushed. She felt the hot tears running down her face. "Oh, we need to get this off too!" Karen said as she tugged at Maria's bra.
"Please don't..." Maria said.
