Hi reader. This story is about reluctance, submission and body betrayal of a wife who, despite having a good married life, is forced into depravity when an escaped prisoner comes into her house to hide. I used her child as leverage as this element is vital to the wife's submission but nothing happens to the child and he is not aware of the situation. Nevertheless, if that makes you feel very uncomfortable I understand and thank you for stopping by but this may not be a non-reluctance story for you.
My stories are slightly long. I like the sexual build-up, character development and creating various sexual situations.
This is my very first erotic story so please bear that in mind if you are commenting! I hope you enjoy it.
GF
Chapter 1
The sirens of Fardoth prison blasted across the night time open countryside that surrounded it. 40-year-old prisoner Barry "The Cannon" Finch had broken out after 8 years and was trudging through the grass and woodland countryside that surrounded the prison. Barry was in prison because one of his well-choreographed bank robberies ended tragically when the idiot getaway driver he hired lost control whilst being pursued by police and subsequently crashed into a café, killing one person and injuring several others. It was an unfortunate accident that although wasn't Barry's fault ended him up in Fardoth prison serving a life sentence. However, over the last couple of years he had been plotting his escape which he executed tonight. Barry was a pro at plotting and choreographing escapes from his time mostly successfully robbing banks and these skills made sure that he was 4 miles away before anyone noticed his absence from his cell. However, now he was in an unknown location, stumbling around in this dark, isolate countryside, frantically searching for some sign of escape or refuge. The police would be searching the entirety of the area soon and his orange prison jumpsuit would make him stand out if any sort of light that hit it. Then, stumbling down a wooded embankment, he saw it; a detached, two storey cottage looking house with a garage. It must have been the only building around in miles and when he got closer he could see a faint light from one of the upstairs windows.
Millie was nervous. The 32-year-old wife held her 1 year old baby boy George close whilst he cried into her. Fardoth prison's sirens had been sounding for half an hour now and although the house was 6 miles from it George was obviously reacting badly to the sound. She had rushed around the house making sure all the windows and doors were locked and was now rocking George, trying to settle his emotions.
The landline telephone rang next to her and she picked it up anxiously. "Hello?"
"Hey honey! Are you and George alright?! I got a call from the police whilst I was on my way home and they said a prisoner had escaped from Fardoth!"
"Hi David, sweetie! Yes, George and I are fine, although the siren has really set him off. The police called and told me the same thing. Apparently they are sending someone round soon to make sure we are ok."
"Oh thank goodness" replied David. "Ok sit tight and I'll be home as soon as possible! Of course this had to happen on tonight of all nights."
"I know, I know. I was really looking forward to spending tonight with you but now I'll just be happy once you're home."
"Ok I'll be back as soon as I can. I love you."
"I love you too" replied Millie. Millie and her husband David had been married for three years. They met in College and became attracted to each other due to their good natures and love of physical exercise. Millie played volleyball for her school and David played a variety of sports sociably, claiming he was a "natural sportsman". Since their relationship became serious they had always wanted to live in a remote, peaceful part of the countryside and when Millie became pregnant almost two years ago with George they bit the bullet and bought this cottage house which was reasonably priced for its size, quality and best of all it was situated in the tranquil countryside. The estate agent told them the reason it was so reasonably priced was because it was quite close to Fardoth prison which deterred people for security reasons. However, there had never been any trouble with it and David and Millie thought the opportunity was too good to miss before their lives revolved around George. It had been perfect until tonight.
What was worse is that tonight was the night they were due to rekindle their sex life. George had been tormenting them like clockwork each night and almost telepathically knew when to interrupt any sort of physical moment between them. But George had been sleeping well these last two weeks and David and Millie were both so very keen to have a long night of love making. Before the prison sirens went off, Millie had completely had removed all the hair from her vagina, legs and armpits, taken a long hot bath and changed into a cotton orange pair of her small volleyball shorts and a tight white singlet with no bra underneath and as a result her nipples were barely visible. She knew it would drive David crazy as it showed off her 127lbs 5"9 slim, well-toned body, her 32C firm breasts and tight bum. To go with this she had a beautiful, natural face, a wide inviting smile, long slightly curly chestnut hair and green eyes to suit. Overall, she was elegant and sexy. Before this debacle she was feeling particularly horny from imagining David and her taking their repressed sexual frustration out on one another.
David was driving back from his long day at work where he had a job as a banker. He had many of these long days which left him drained when he returned home with only enough energy to spend some time with George before crashing. He desperately wanted to make love to Millie and thought tonight may be the opportunity. David felt this was long overdue, especially for Millie. She was intelligent, elegant, confident but not over exertive and had a bright future ahead of her in public relations before she became pregnant. They decided she would look after George whilst David continued his career in banking, although now he was really starting to regret it due to the long hours and two-hour drive to and from work every day.
Also, Millie was great at sex. She uses her body, deep eyes and seductive smile to tease and excite David. Once this reached a point where he could not stand it any longer he would frantically make love to her whilst she moans deeply and unconstraint into him.
Chapter 2
A few minutes after her telephone call with David Millie had somehow managed to get George back to sleep. She put on a white bath robe which fell past her knees and went downstairs to grab a glass of water. She quickly drank the water and stared into the blackness in the window opposite her. "What a night" she reflected to herself. "No time to relax though, we're not really safe until the bastard who broke out of prison is back in. If he got in this house...and if he hurt George..." The terrifying thought made her harshly loose her breath. "And what he may do to me..." This thought made her shudder violently. Before moving into the house, she had nightmares about someone breaking in and raping her because of the vulnerability of the house's isolation. She knew she got a lot of attention from men, but would never hope that would spur someone on to roughly, painfully sexually abuse her.
"Don't move" came a male low, hissed voice behind her.
"What?!..." Millie said startled catching his eyes in the window.
"Don't move and don't fucking speak!! Otherwise I will slide this knife into you. Nod if you understand." Millie felt something point through her robe and nodded slowly, the rest of her body frozen.
"Good. Now turn around slowly to face me and I will ask you some questions." Millie turned around and now had a good look at the man. He was 6"3 with a bald, egg shaped head, muscular frame and she could see a maze of tattoos running up both the areas of his arms that were exposed. His eyes were black and menacing. Altogether he looked vicious and that was enforced by one of her sharp kitchen knives he was pointing at her. Most importantly though he was wearing an orange prison jumpsuit. Her heart sank and panic started to set in.
Barry could see the woman standing in front of him shaking. "Ok. Now who is in this house besides yourself? Are you expecting anyone else and have the police been round?"
Milie took a breath and a few seconds to answer. George was upstairs and the priority was protecting him, yet she wanted this man out of her house as soon as possible. "It is just me in this house but my husband will be home anytime now. Yes, the police came round earlier and have moved on."
Barry stared deeply into her. She was fidgeting all over the place. "If you lie to me, God help you lady."
"I'm not lying!" Millie sharply replied, but just at that moment George started crying and Millie sunk in fear.
"What the fuck is that?!" Exclaimed Barry whilst furiously looking at the now terrified woman in front of her. When no response came from her he started to move out of the kitchen and towards the sound but Millie grabbed his arm which caused Barry to swing round and push her down to the ground.
"Please! Please No! Ok I'm sorry! My son is upstairs! He's 1 and has nothing to do with this! Please don't hurt him!" Millie pleaded with the escaped prisoner.
