Stuart had the perfect wife in Carrie. She was 27, tall, light brown hair and a perfect, surgically augmented, 34,C-24-34 figure. Piercing blue eyes and long beautiful legs. Stuart hadn't minded a bit when Carrie asked for breast implants. He was happy to be seen anywhere with his trophy wife on his arm. It gave Stuart a real sense of satisfaction at having other men envy him because of Carrie.
Stuart was a successful businessman. Mainly because he dabbled in unethical, if not outright illegal, practices at work. He wouldn't hesitate at cheating someone if he felt he could get away with it.
Carrie was the perfect wife. But she sometimes felt trapped in her lifestyle. Stuart was successful, but he was also boring. She knew that he loved to dangle her as his prize possession in public. That didn't really bother her. But she sometimes resented being forced to always behave as the "perfect little lady". Before meeting Stuart she had been more free spirited and fun loving. But she gave all that up for the security and financial wellbeing Stuart provided for her.
Stuart didn't realize it but he had made a serious mistake. He had cheated someone in a small business deal and that person had connections that would soon make Stuart regret his transgression.
Stuart and Carrie had just finished dinner and were sitting in front of the TV when the doorbell rang. Being the obedient wife, Carrie got up to answer it. Stuart paid little attention until two thugs led Carrie back into the living room at gunpoint.
"Freeze, mother fucker!" The first ordered as Stuart started to rise.
"Wh-what do you want?" Stuart asked in fear.
Both men looked to each other with smirks on their faces. "We're here to teach you a lesson." The first said. Stuart looked the two men over. Both were mid-thirtyish in appearance. In obvious good shape with callused hands of men who knew hard work. They were dressed in jeans and flannel shirts, but otherwise Stuart got the impression that these two men were more than just common criminals.
"What do you mean, 'teach me a lesson'?" He asked in alarm.
"You've cheated someone whose decided not to roll over and play dead, Stuart."
Stuart went over a mental checklist in his mind of resent customers. He had some idea as to who might have hired these men. But that was the least of his worries right now.
"Look," He said, trying to gain some control over the situation. "Take what you want and leave."
"Oh we'll take what we want alright." The second guy said, eyeing Carrie up and down.
"Oh fuck." Stuart thought. He couldn't bare the thought that this guy might be considering raping his wife. "Please, take my money but don't hurt us." He pleaded as he stood up.
Stuart received a right cross across the jaw for an answer. The blow sent him sprawling back into his recliner.
"Tie him up." The first man ordered.
Stuart's arms were pulled back behind the chair and tied. The width of the back made this more uncomfortable that normal. After his wrist were secured a rope was coiled around his chest several times until he was pinned into the chair.
"Pull off his pants." The man ordered Carrie.
