Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any events or to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All players are over the age of eighteen unless otherwise stated. If you have a problem with bondage or non-consensual sex, go no further! This story is purely for adult fantasy and entertainment. The author in no way condones violence towards women. Constructive criticism and comments welcome at the end. Enjoy!
-BBD
It was one of those rare weekends when I was going to have some time to myself. Five days of dealing with kids and parents as a school nurse for weeks on end was enough! Plus coming home to my own son and trying to make sure that he had what he needed was leaving me drained. I think my loving husband sensed that I was burning out, so he offered to take our son to his favorite water park resort for the long holiday weekend.
"You'll have the whole house to yourself this weekend," my husband was saying as he zipped up his suitcase. "Get some rest and do something nice for yourself."
"Oh I definitely will!"
I watched as he loaded up his car with their bags. My ten year old son, Jerry, came bounding down the steps like a kite with a flaming tail.
"Bye Mom, see you Sunday!"
"Wait a minute! Where's my kiss?"
"Mom!"
I went over to my son, cupped his cheeks in my hands and kissed his forehead. "One day when you're a parent, you'll understand."
He smirked.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"You listen to Dad, you hear me? Don't go off with any strangers, including kids. I don't care what they tell you! Make sure your dad knows where you are at all times."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Now go on, get out of here! Have a good time!"
He ran out to his father's car and jumped into the backseat. Immediately, after he fastened his seatbelt, out came the headphones and the tablet.
"These kids don't know how lucky they are," my husband said from behind me.
"I know," I closed the door, "when we had long road trips, it was a stack of coloring books, crayons, cassette tapes and a Walkman if you were lucky."
He chuckled.
"Maybe a Speak and Spell," he added.
"Gosh, I had almost forgotten about those! Do they still make them?"
"Probably not," he shook his head. "Not fancy enough for today's youth. Are you sure you're gonna be okay by yourself?"
"Honey, your wife is a big girl. I can take care of myself."
He hugged me and then gave me a soft kiss. "I'll text you when we get there and call you sometime tomorrow."
"Okay. You drive safely."
"I will. I love you."
"Love you too, honey."
I went back up on the porch and watched as he backed down our circular driveway and out to the street. He put the car in gear and sped off. When he was done, I went back inside and locked the door. Whew! Me time at last! I went upstairs to our master suite to take a nice hot bath with our whirlpool tub.
A half an hour later, I emerged from the water, dried off, rubbed myself down with baby oil and tossed one of my favorite caftans over my head and pulled on some panties. I had plans to order pizza and watch Netflix. As soon as I emerged from my bedroom, that's when it happened. A hand grabbed me from behind and clamped over my mouth, muffling my screams. Another hand wrapped around my waist, holding me tight against what I assumed was a man's body.
"Damn it," he growled in my ear, "this house was supposed to be empty! Didn't expect to find you here, but I got plenty of rope to keep you secure while I grab a few things."
Shit! He was here to rob us!
"I don't wanna hurt you lady, but I will if you don't do what I say, you got it?"
I nodded silently. He released me. I had a chance to turn and look at him. He was dressed all in black and he was wearing leather gloves. A black Ninja-style ski mask covered most of his face. The only thing I could tell about him was that he was a white man with blue eyes. He pointed a gun at me.
"Take that off!"
"Okay! Okay! Just don't shoot!"
With trembling hands, I removed my caftan. I covered my breasts with my hands.
"Hands down!" he yelled. "Take off your panties!"
"Mister please! You don't have to do this! I'll give you whatever you want!"
"You're damn right you will! Now take your panties off, bitch!" He jabbed me in the side with the barrel of his gun. I hurriedly took off my panties. I was shaking so badly that I almost fell over trying to get my foot out of one hole.
"Ball them up and put them in your mouth!"
"Excuse me?"
"Did I stutter? Put them fucking drawers in your mouth and close your lips!"
I did as I was told. He reached into a black canvas bag that was at his feet. He pulled out a roll of silver duct tape and tossed it to me.
"Tear off a strip and put it over your mouth! Now!"
I tore off a long strip and put it over my lips.
"Again! Put that one under your nose!"
Again, I placed the tape strip where he ordered. He didn't stop until I had six strips of tape on my face, three across my lips from under my nose to my chin, two going across my lips in an X shape, and another long one that started on my left cheek, looped under my chin and came up and came up and stuck to my right cheek. Once he was satisfied that I was effectively gagged, the man tied my wrists behind my back with rope.
"Come on! I've gotta keep you on ice for awhile!"
He marched me into our bedroom and sat me down on the bench at the foot of our bed. He knelt down in front of me.
"You kick me, and you're dead, you got it?"
I nodded.
He tied my ankles together, then also bound my thighs.
"Turn around!"
He pushed me around and looped rope above and below my breasts in some kind of pattern where he made a V with the rope. It pulled my arms to my sides and made my chest stick out a little bit.
"Now," he bent my head back and out the gun to my nose, "you be a good girl while I look around. Looks like you and your old man are doing pretty well for yourselves. I see a lot of nice things I can help myself to."
"Mmmmmmmmph!"
"Shut up! Don't make me hurt you, lady! Now stay there and be quiet!"
He left the room. I could hear him downstairs going through drawers and closets. Where did I leave my cell phone? It must be in the bathroom. If I could get to it, I could call for help. Even if I couldn't talk, I could still get the police here because in our area, even if you called 911 and hung up, they would still send an officer to your location.
I rocked forward until I was able to stand. Then I began to hop towards the bathroom, slowly. I didn't want to fall. I took a long leap. I made more noise than I intended when I landed.
