Which Two

WHICH TWO?

She thought she heard a noise as she was about to step into the shower. Checking the hall, she was nearly tripped by the cat being chased by the dog. Into the bedroom, around the bed and back out through the living room toward the kitchen they went. Those two teased each other several times a day. Sometimes the cat did the chasing. She ruled the house, HER house but tolerated the dog. The dog did not know why he let the cat chase him, but he did. They would nip and wrestle each other for a while and suddenly flop down on the cool tiles of the breakfast nook for a long nap. Careful not to be tripped by the ongoing cat chase, she went back for her shower.

The knob on the door leading to the garage slowly turned and the door eased open just a crack. Then it swung ever so slowly open and a dark form slipped in. Before he could close the door there was a flurry of paws and both little animals scampered into the garage. Silently smiling, he quickly closed and locked the door. Hearing the shower running, he took the opportunity to quickly locate a rear door just off the living room. He made sure it was securely locked, closed the drapes and checked the other rooms to make sure no one else was home.

The sound from the shower stopped. A hairdryer ran for a while. Drawers opened and closed. Then she stepped out of the bathroom and opened one of the drawers of her lingerie cabinet, a hand quickly covered her mouth. Struggling, she felt something cold and sharp on her throat. "Shh, no need for lingerie tonight. They would only be ruined when I cut them off you." He gently removed the cold object from her neck and held a blackened fighting knife out for her to see. "Now I am here to make a point and if you cooperate, well, let us just say I will make my point whether you cooperate or not. So, before we get started let me just say that I am simply here to collect a debt or at least the interest on that debt. Your husband should not play poker in Vegas. He is nowhere as good as he thinks he is. And when he is losing, he should not borrow money from my employer...especially when he has been drinking. When people drink, they run off with their mouth. When negotiating a $180,000 loan from...well, shall we say 'connected' people, running off with your mouth is NOT a clever idea." At the mention of $180,000, her eyes bugged out. Her husband had not been to Las Vegas in over 3 years, he did not gamble, he did not drink, and he certainly did not hang out with 'connected' people.

"When 'Da boss said he had until the first of this month to repay the $180,000...plus a little interest, your husband said he could come up with the money, all $200,000...that interest thing you know, with no problem. Well today is the first and we ain't heard from your hubby. He ain't called us and was not at his office. Tonight, a little birdie calls and lets us know where to find him. Sure enough 'Da boss and I find him at one of those 'Gentlemen's clubs' and he ain't got the two hundred large. Now, as you might be aware, it is not a particularly clever idea to fail to repay these kinds of loans in a timely manner. After reminding him of that fact with a careful application of a baseball bat...oh yes, yes, we do still do that... 'Da boss asked him if you might not have some jewelry, fine art pieces, valuables, property or what-not that he could sell to raise the money. At the very mention of you, your husband became rather agitated and more than a little rude. Now it may have been the booze...yes, he had been drinking again or possibly the pain from his recently injured leg, whatever, he told 'Da boss flat out, 'Fuck her.' 'Da boss says, "Fuck your wife? Really?? All right, we can do that." Unfortunately, 'Da boss could not make it and so he sent me instead. He says I should be nice to you and enjoy myself. So now you see why I am here. Shall we get started?"

As he took his hand away from her mouth and rubbed her breast, she screamed.

"No, no, we cannot have any of that now, can we? I was hoping I would not have to do this, but you leave me no choice."

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a long, black silk scarf. Quickly the scarf was wound around her head and mouth preventing any more outbursts. He then shoved her onto the bed.

"I doubt you can be trusted to just lay back and take what your husband brought upon you. So, I am afraid I must restrain your arms somewhat."

He reached into another pocket and pulled out three padded cuffs. The larger one was swiftly buckled around her neck. The other two were just as quickly applied to her wrists. He used snap links to clip the wrist cuffs to D-rings on the neck collar, effectively immobilizing her hands and arms.

As he was applying the cuffs, she got her first opportunity to get a look at her assailant. He was dressed from head to toe in a dark blue, almost black skin-tight body suit complete with hood and gloves. All she could tell was he was 6'3"-6'6", well-built Caucasian. One of the gloves had slipped down revealing he was wearing Latex gloves under the dark cloth ones. There was also a bit of bare wrist. And on the wrist was some sort of tattoo, barbed wire, perhaps?

"Now just look at you. You may as well enjoy this because I will guarantee it will be much more pleasant than what you are going to get if hubby misses next month's $250,000 payment...that interest thing...remember? If that payment is not made, 'Da boss will send me back with a few of 'da boys and we will all use you, all of you, several times, if you get my drift? And sitting over there in that chair will be good old Walter. He will be tied to the chair watching the whole thing. Of course, he will be in a bit of pain as that 'good' leg of his is going to take a little bit of a beating before 'da boys and I begin enjoying you. Tonight, I am taking care to leave no marks, no evidence & no damage. I am well shaved so no need to worry about the police finding a stray pube or two. And I will be using condoms, quite a few of them, so they will find nothing when they swab you out. Next time though, 'da boys will trash this whole house. Something to do to pass the time while waiting for their next turn with you. Any damage you can report to the police as a home invasion, assault, and gang rape. Whatever evidence the cops find will have been planted by us. It will all point to one of those new gangs trying to muscle into our turf."

It was all just too much, she thought to herself. She was going to be raped in her own bed and if Allen did not pay up, they would be back to gang rape her next month. And who the fuck was this 'Walter' he had mentioned? Suddenly it came to her. OH MY GOD, she thought, he has the wrong address. Walter and Ashley lived next door. FedEx, UPS, the pizza guy, and others are constantly confused by the way addresses of the three houses in the cul-de-sac.

As he pulled his hardening cock from his fly, he applied a condom and asked, "So if that is all clear, shall we get started? You have three holes I could use, right? As 'Da Boss says I should treat you nice, I will give you a little break? I will only use two of them. So, you tell me, which two?"