"What the Hell?" I muttered to myself, as my bedroom went suddenly dark. Frowning, I flipped the unresponsive light switch on and off. Or was that off and on? Regardless, the damn thing wasn't doing its job. So, here I am, in a bra and undies, fumbling in the dark, trying to feel for my robe. I wasn't a shy person, but damned if I was going to go outside practically naked to check the breaker box.
After a jammed finger and a stubbed toe, I finally slid my arms into my silky flowered robe, tied it loosely, and headed to the kitchen for a flashlight, cursing my husband and brother-in-law the whole way.
"Why did he pick tonight, of all nights, to get too drunk to drive home?" I complained to myself as I flicked on the light, illuminating my way to the back door. "He knew the kids were on a sleepover, finally giving Neal and I an evening to ourselves. Couldn't he have called someone else- anyone else?" I slammed the door open. "But no! He had to call Neal, and of course, Nick just had to be the one to go pick him up from whichever dive bar he had crawled into." I stomped my way down the stairs, using the f-bomb more than once, wincing as my bare feet seemed to find every sharp rock in the vicinity.
"I knew I should have turned off the phones. Then he would have had to call someone else!" I strong armed the door to the breaker box, shined the light on the breakers, and found the main breaker switch on the off position. Still pissed and bitching to myself, I thought nothing of it, and switched it back to the on position. I nodded hard as the porch light went on. My job was done.
"If he thinks he is going to come home and get some, he's got another thing coming." Still talking aloud to myself, I stomped back up the stairs and slammed the door behind me. "Hell no am I coming second to a drunk brother!" I returned the flashlight to its proper place and headed back to my bedroom.
Having talked myself into a nice frenzy, I completely missed the fact that my room was still dark, and shouldn't have been. While I had switched the main room switch on and off, the bathroom light had been on.
I ripped off my robe, throwing it in the direction of the hook it usually hung on, and still muttering, started for the bathroom.
When I stubbed another toe on my bedpost, I screamed through clenched teeth. Could the night get any worse? I bent down to hold my toe, as if that would make the pain suddenly go away, and cursed my husband, again. When the pain retreated to a dull throb, I stood up.
Suddenly, a strong pair of arms wrapped around me from behind, just under my breasts, effectively trapping my arms to my sides, and I was pulled up against a hard body so tightly, I could feel an erection pressing against my ass.
"Fight me, woman," said a whispery voice against my ear, "and you won't get hurt."
I struggled within the man's grasp, trying to dislodge the hold he had on me. His hold tightened even more, restricting my breathing. As I continued to struggle, the man shifted his hold so that he held me with only one arm. Anger burned through my veins, as the panic of being trapped filled me. Before I knew what was happening, in one swift move, my bra was ripped from my body, exposing my naked breasts. Next, the man ripped off my thong underwear, leaving me completely naked. Suddenly, I was released.
"Run."
I didn't need to be told twice. In a heartbeat I was out the door. I wasn't sure which way to go...the kitchen for a knife? To the garage for my car?
I made it to the end of the hallway before my decision was made for me. A hand wrapped around my hair and yanked, effectively stopping me mid-run. Tears formed as it felt like half of my head of hair was being pulled out.
The hand kept a tight hold, while he pulled me back against his body. We were both breathing heavy, me from anger and my pathetic attempt at escape, and he, undoubtedly from excitement. If possible, the cock pushing against the small of my back felt bigger, and rock hard.
Without my permission, my pussy clenched and my opening grew wet. As if he could sense my arousal, the man reached around and pinched my nipple, tugging until it stood out painfully. I moaned and started to struggle again. I didn't want to be turned on. I didn't!
Where was my husband?
Why wasn't I screaming like a maniac?
I finally realized my hands were free, and I turned on the man with every intention on gouging his eyes out. Before I could do more than turn my body, I was being forced to the floor. My back landed hard on the carpet, and a heavy body landed on top of me, forcing the air out of my lungs. Before I could even think of fighting, my wrists were caught by strong hands and forced above my head. The man nudged his knee between my legs, effectively forcing my thighs to open. I was completely exposed.
I bucked my body, trying to dislodge the weight on top of me. I could feel his hard cock digging into my thigh as I tried to free myself. In a smooth movement, both of my wrists were being held by a large hand. With his now free hand, the man ran a finger down my arm with a whisper light touch. I sobbed as he reached my breast, flicking and pinching my nipple to attention. I continued to struggle as his finger traced an abstract pattern down my stomach to the neat strip of hair that did little to cover my exposed wet pussy. Simultaneously, a mouth clamped on to my nipple, while fingers penetrated my pussy roughly. I gasped at the dual sensations. The soft, warm mouth sucking, licking, and nipping at my sensitive breast, and the rough in and out of his fingers as he fucked my pussy. I stilled and bit my lip to stop the unwelcome sigh that wanted to come out.
"I knew you were a slut under all that mothering exterior." I stilled, trying to place the whispering voice. In the dark, all I could see was a hazy outline of a man. Obviously it was someone I knew, and that pissed me off even more. The thick fingers withdrew, only to come up to eye level. "Look at that." He brought his fingers closer, rubbing a thumb across the moistness. "You're wet for me. Tsk. Tsk. What would your husband think of you now? All hot and waiting to be fucked...I might even film it for him so he doesn't miss a thing."
Before I could scream, a sweet smelling cloth was pressed against my nose and mouth. I only had seconds to struggle before my world went black.
Pleasure/pain was what woke me from my drug-induced slumber. Slowly, I became aware that I was immobile, spread eagle. My wrists and ankles were tied to what I assumed were the corners of my four-poster bed, and I couldn't see a thing. I could feel cloth covering my eyes, and there was something stuffed in my mouth, although not too much as to hurt my jaw. Feeling as if I were in a bad dream, I tested the strength of my bonds. While they weren't tight, the soft fabric dug into my skin uncomfortably as I tried to pull my arms and ankles free. Even with my attempt to escape, the bonds held firmly.
I was beyond anger and starting to panic now. My heart was beating frantically in my chest, and I could feel each beat pounding in all of my pulse points throughout my body. Cool air caressed down my back and ass, which was way too exposed for my comfort level. I stilled, trying to listen for any signs of who attacked me and tied me to my own bed like a virgin waiting to be sacrificed. At that thought, a thrill of fear went through me. How many stories have I heard about women being brutally raped and tortured in their own home? By someone they knew? Way, way too many.
I sobbed at the possibility of becoming another statistic, and started struggling for real. The bonds continued to hold, and in fact, tightened. Thoughts raced each other around in my head, confusing me. I was horrified by the thought that my husband would come home and walk unknowingly into a dangerous situation. I was terrified that my cozy, safe life would never be the same. I thanked all the Gods and Goddesses I could think of that the kids weren't home. I cursed my brother-in-law -again- for calling. Would this have happened if my husband weren't gone? Somehow I didn't think so.
