It was late when Angel stumbled in her front door from a long night at work. Of course she had stopped to smoke a joint with Christine a good friend she worked with and that took a good hour, but she was glad to be home. It had been a long day with the stress of shift bid and her fellow employees had been pretty somber through the day, and the customers seemed to all be irate. Angel took off her coat and boots then moved in front of the hallway mirror to get a look at herself, she stared for a minute. She was a good looking girl standing about 5"8" and most of it was leg, her red hair hung down almost to her ass and she had green eyes that men loved to stare into. She lived alone, except for a loving black lab named trouble. It was at this point Angel had the feeling of something wrong wash over her. Where was Trouble? "She always meets me at the door" she whispered.
Angel was still for a moment trying to think. "Trouble" she called, at first quietly and then again a little louder. The stupid bitch probably got herself locked in the bathroom again she thought to herself and with that she moved into the living oom and started for the back of the house towards the bathroom. As she entered the kitchen Angel felt the hair go up on the back of her neck with an incredible feeling that she wasn't alone, and it was not a dog she was sensing. Suddenly she heard something in the bedroom and just as she turned to see what it was someone grabbed her from behind with a hand over her mouth and something pointy at her back.
"You are going to be real quiet for me and my friend aren't you?" he whispered in her ear, but there was no question in the tone he used. The tall redhead nodded her head in agreement and went slightly limp in the strangers arms and found herself being pushed towards the bedroom where she had heard the noise. As she was pushed through the door someone in front of her in the dark propelled her onto the bed and she landed in a sitting position staring at a fairly tall man with an average build and a belaclava over his face. The other guy entered the room and she could see he was about the same height as the first one but thinner and wearing the same mask over his but she couldn't see any more than that because the lights were still out in the bedroom with only the light down the hallway to shed some light in the room. The one closest to the door flicked the switch and the room flooded with light, and Angel watched both men approach the bed.
Tears ran down Angels face for she knew what these men wanted and there was nothing she could do but accept her fate and cooperate so that she made it through the night hopefully unscarred and alive. "Take off your clothes bitch" the bigger of the two men ordered. Angel slowly removed her blouse and skirt without looking at the men, she was left with only her black lace bra which showed off her cleavage quite nicely and her black thong underwear. The other man smiled and said " you can get rid of the underwear to slut" then he leaned forward and whispered "you won't be needing them for the rest of the night". With shaking hands she slide the black material down her thighs and then the rest of the way off as the two men watched smiling.