Catherine came to the United States 20 years ago from Russia. She spoke perfect English, but still had a heavy Russian accent. She was 40 years old, but looked a lot younger. Although she didn't go to the gym, she was blessed genetically. Also, all the walking everyday, going to and from work and her daily activities more than kept her in shape. She was 5'6", 135 lbs. She had a small waist, flat tummy and a beautiful firm round fat ass. She had C cup breasts, which were also round and firm. Her face was basically flawless, the kind an actress or model would have. She had black hair and stunning blue eyes. Overall a real knockout.
Catherine's last relationship ended six month ago, and she was single and lived alone in her condo. She was a real go getter, and worked in high end jewelry sales and made a very good living for herself, making 6 figures for a while now.
Although Catherine was very polite and professional overall, she also came off as very arrogant. She was always very assertive and vocal (with her thick Russian accent), and usually got her way in most situations, be it at work, or getting good tables at restaurants, seats for a show, or anything else. Although at heart she was a sweetheart, if you didn't know her it was easy to be put off by her sometimes. Her family back home was well to do, and she was raised in an almost aristocratic fashion. Some would say she had a air of superiority. She only wore the finest clothes, and only used the best brands, and took pride in being successful.
The guy living up the hall from her moved in about 4 years prior. He lived alone. Catherine's apartment was down the hall, and living in the apartment across from her was a young couple. The apartment next to him was currently vacant.
Catherine was hard to miss, and he noticed her immediately. He was in his early 50's, and in decent shape and not particularly bad looking, but he knew she was out of his league. Probably out of most people's league. They would say hello in passing, but never much more. A few times he would try to strike up a conversation in the elevator but she would give mostly short polite responses to his small talk. He figured she was just completely stuck up, and could see why because of how hot she was.
Sometimes when he was home, if he heard the elevator stop at his floor he would look out his peephole in case it was Catherine. He liked to check out her ass, and see the outfit of the day, etc. One day he was up late, and Catherine got home late. He saw her go from the elevator to her door.
Catherine was getting back from dinner and drinks after work with co-workers, and left her keys in her "work" handbag, when she took her "going out" handbag to go to dinner. She checked her handbag and rifled through it for a short while and realized the keys were left at work. "Damn!" she thought. She carefully looked around. Seeing no was was around, unaware of the pervert looking at her through his peephole, she reached up to the top of the door frame and retrieved a small hide-a-key box and let herself in. She kept it there just for this type of very rare occasion, and didn't think much of it, since she lived in a very good, upscale neighborhood.
After he saw that he had many fantasies over the next several weeks, masturbating practically all the time. He thought of all the things he would love to do to her. Then he started taking note of her schedule. He pretty much had her routine down, as well as when the young couple next door would come and go. He knew there were no cameras in the hallways, and also knew the apartment next to him wouldn't be vacant forever. He wasn't a criminal or a rapist and never broke the law before, but he also couldn't get the idea out of his mind. Then one day he decided to do it.
He knew she'd be home by 6 pm, so he used the hide-a-key and let himself in her apartment at 5 pm, being careful to put the key back exactly the same as he found it. He brought a small duffle bag with "supplies." He had a ski mask on. His heart was racing and he was super nervous. He locked the door behind him. He was surprised to see how nice her condo was. He looked around a bit. The second bedroom was also the room with the fire escape. He moved the curtain, and unlocked and opened the fire escape window to make it look like that's how he got in. There was also a closet in there with enough room for him to stand and close the door.
He still had time, so he went to her clothes hamper and went through it, smelling the panties in there, knowing he'd need a pair, as he fully intended to gag her. He was starting to get hard as he went through the hamper, pulling out the panties, picturing the amazing body that wore them. There were different types - some thong, some lacy, etc. It so happened the bikini cut cotton ones had the strongest smell on them, and he was glad about that since they were also the thickest and biggest. They were her everyday, going to work panties, depending on the outfit (she would never wear them with a dress or skirt - just with jeans and pants). He wanted the ones with the strongest smell, and it was between the white and the pink bikini cut ones. He chose the white ones put them in his front pocket. He heard the elevator ring in the hallway. It was time to hide in the closet...
Catherine, not knowing there was a man in her closet, came in, took her heels off, went to her bedroom and took off her dress, remaining in her bra and panties. She was looking forward to a nice shower and maybe a glass of wine afterwards, when she felt a breeze from the other room. She went to the other bedroom, moved the curtain and saw the window was open, and thought to herself "That's odd. I don't recall leaving this window open." Just as she was finishing the thought, she felt one arm grab her around her waist and arms and another hand clamped over her mouth.
He whispered in her ear "Do as your told, and you wont get hurt."
Catherine was paralyzed with fear. Her mind was racing.
He let go of her mouth and used the length of rope from his front pocket to quickly bind her elbows together.
Catherine immediately started demanding "What are you doing in here? Just take what you want and leave." As he was binding her wrists together, she pleaded "Please, don't tie me up. There's cash in my bag. Just take it and leave."
He barked at her to shut up.
Catherine tried to struggle, but her elbows were already tied and he was too strong, holding her tight.
He quickly finished off securely tying her wrists. Now that her hands were tied behind her back by both the wrists and elbows, he took out the black bondage tape (the 2" wide shiny kind that only sticks to itself) from the duffle bag and wrapped it around her eyes and head several times, which completely and tightly blindfolded her.
Catherine's fear escalated substantially. With her hands tied and now with the blindfold, she felt completely helpless and vulnerable. She couldn't see a thing and was fully disoriented.
He walked her over to the straight back chair that was in the room. He pulled the chair to the center of the room and had her face towards it and told her to straddle the chair.
