Pumpkin Day

 

 

 

 

 

It’s a cold November night as I make my way over the municipal grounds that sit at the back of Bannerman Road in Trentford – a nice, quiet rural town where everybody knows everybody else.  Just the sort of place I like to conduct business and just the right sort of night for it as well.  I’ve spent the last few days making sure I have my facts straight, and I know this is going to be a very pleasant evening, for me at least.

 

The diamond is in darkness as I cross the ground and stand behind the wire fence that separates the ground from the back yard of number 23, the home of one Mrs Hazel Carter and her family.  I’ve watched Hazel for a few days now – small woman, long reddish brown hair, nice body.  Her husband is a police officer over in Williamsburg, but I know he is on duty tonight, and her daughter is staying with friends.  I love the holiday season – and the fact she has no dog at the moment, her last one having died a week or two ago.

 

As I leap over the fence and hide myself behind her garage, I can see there are a few cars in her driveway, and the lights are on downstairs.  Hazel, fine upstanding citizen that she is, is hosting the local Neighbourhood Watch group meeting, but as I glance at my watch and see it is approaching nine pm I know it will be over soon.  She would not want her friends to miss the grand firework display, after all.

 

As I stand and watch, I look at the jeep standing in the driveway – before I remember she no longer has a jeep, having just bought a new Dodge Caliber with her nice bonus.  Besides, this jeep is green, and her was red.  So where is the blue Civic?  If her daughter has it, and is coming home, that might complicate matters.  As the door opens, however, I bide my time and watch.

 

Two ladies, both wrapped up against the cold air, come out and climb into the jeep, reversing out of the driveway and setting off down the road.  A couple in their fifties follow, as do four others, all of them getting into various cars and driving off.

 

That leaves two ladies, standing and talking to Hazel in the doorway.  One is in her late forties, I’d guess, with long shoulder length hair that seems to be greying in the light from the porch, while the other is in her thirties with shoulder length brown hair.  Could they be sisters, and their car parked on the road?

 

A white truck pulls up in the laneway, and as I watch the younger woman is hugged by Hazel, kissed on the cheek and walks off as she says “Good night, Gina”.  As she climbs into the truck, and I watch it reverse down the driveway, she hugs and kisses the older woman.

 

“Drive safe, Nadia, and say hi to Ken for me,” I hear Hazel say as the other woman turns and walks down the driveway.  Could she be the last one?  I watch Hazel watching her as goes to a car parked across the road, climbs in and turns the key, starting the engine as the lights go on.  As the car goes off, Hazel turns and goes back into the house.

 

As I stand there, I hear the screen door and the inner door close, and then see the driveway plunged into darkness as the light goes off.  This is good – I know that this means she is on her won tonight, and not expecting anybody else home.  Her husband is doing a 12 hour shift tonight, so he won’t be home until after she is due to leave for work.  I take a deep breath as I slip out of the shadows and make my way towards the door.

 

As I get close to the door, I see one of the internal lights go off, noting that it is the one to the basement.  Excellent – the house plans I saw suggest that is a rec room, so she is truly alone this evening.  Taking a set of lock picks from my pocket, I gently ease the screen door open and prop it with my back as I get to work on the main door.

 

There’s a slight click as I open the door, but I don’t think she hears me coming in and closing the door, slipping my shoes off as I do so.  There’s music playing – not my taste, but that’s not important.  Keeping to the shadows as much as possible, I slip round the wall and sneak a look into the main living area.

 

There she is, sitting in a chair with her feet on an ottoman, her high heels still on.  She’s still wearing her outfit from the branch today – a deep red silk blouse, long grey skirt and hose.  She’s reading a book while the television is playing some music, but does not seem to have seen me yet.  Problem is, I need to go in there, and she will see me then.

 

If I walk quietly, I may get some additional time.  Taking another deep breath, I walk slowly forward, my pistol in my gloved hand and my feet on the cool wooden floor as I step into the light....

 

 

As Hazel idly flipped through the pages of her book, she listened to the sounds of people walking to the fairground a few blocks down.  She had wanted to go, but with her husband and family away she decided a quiet night would be better, so she had closed the windows and settled down for a quiet evening.

 

She thought she had felt a slight breeze a moment or two before, but as she turned another page she dismissed that as a trick of her mind.  As she read however, she heard a creak, and out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw something.

 

Turning her head, she realised there was somebody else in the room with her, coming from the shadows of the kitchen.  OH MY GOD,” she said loudly as she inhaled in preparation to scream, but before she had a chance to do so the figure moved quickly forward, and she felt a latex gloved hand clamp itself over her mouth.  Dropping her book, Hazel reached up and tried to pull the hand away, only for a voice to say “Not a word, lady .  Not a word.”

 

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” she screamed out, before seeing the pistol that was pointed at her head.  “If you don't stop struggling,” the man said, “you will regret it.”  She stopped and nodded, turning her head and looking for the first time at the intruder with her hazel green eyes.

 

He was about five foot ten, and although there was a stocking covering her head she could see the greying hair at his temples.  She guessed he was in his late fifties, although his build and the tightness of the grip over her mouth suggested a younger man.  He was wearing a grey sweatshirt and jeans, with white socks.

 

She stared at him, too scared to move as he walked in front of her, his hand covering her mouth the whole time.  “Now, are you going to behave yourself, Hazel?” he said, as her eyes widened.  How did he know her name?  She nodded, more scared than ever as she saw him smile under the stocking.

 

“I'm going to take my hand away,” he said, “and I want you to sit very, very still and very, very quietly. Nod if you understand.”  Hazel nodded slowly, watching as he said “Good girl,” and released his grip taking a few steps back and sitting in a seat opposite her.

 

Very slowly, Hazel took the book from where it had fallen on her lap and placed it on the table beside her.  She sat up, her feet on the floor, and looked at the masked man, taking deep breaths as she did so.  “Who are you, why are you here, and please take what you want and go but do not hurt me."  She was surprised to see the man smile as he sat back, the pistol still in his hand.

 

“They obviously train you well, Hazel,” he said as he sat forward again.  Hazel swallowed hard – he knew she worked for a bank, that much was becoming obvious, but did he know who she was.  “Just sit still for a moment, and don’t make any sudden movements.   Now, as to the first of your questions - who do you think I am?”

 

Hazel looked at the man as he sat there, smiling at her.  He knew her name, he knew she worked for a bank in some capacity, and he knew she had been trained to deal with situations like this.  Swallowing hard, she looked at him and said “I believe you are the invader as they call him in the memos from the banking security association.”

 

He nodded, before saying “Very good. As to the second question - I need your help.  And as to the third - I will not hurt you so long as you do exactly what I say.”  He could see Hazel blanching as he said this, and waited for the obvious statement to come.

 

“Please no,” Hazel said quietly, “my branch is very small, we do not have much money, and I do not want to spend the next 11 hours with you.”  As she said this, however, she was trying not to panic at what he said.  The memo had said enough – this man invaded the homes of female bank managers, bound and gagged them, held them hostage overnight and then forced them to open the vault of their branch in the early morning, leaving them bound and gagged again to be found later that day.  She was afraid of what he may do to secure her.

 

“Normally, I would agree, Hazel,” he said as he leaned forward, “but today is a rather special day, isn’t it?  All your neighbours are at the Pumpkin festival, the highlight of the day.  One of the busiest market days of the year, right Hazel? “

 

Hazel swallowed again.  “Yes, there is a lot more money than usual, the festival, it is at the beginning of a month so seniors pension checks, plus tonight the night deposit will be full, you have done your home work instead of the usually 40-50 k in the morning there will be over 200k in the bank.”

 

“I like to be thorough,” he said with a smile as Hazel watched him, sitting there with his gun in his hand.  “Now, are you going to give me any trouble?”

 

Hazel shook her head, her hands clasped together on her lap.  “No, but do you have to hold me hostage all night?   Can’t you take me to the bank now, leave me tied up there ,then call the police in an hour or so.”

 

He smiled as he listened to her pleas – she had obviously heard a lot about his modus operandi, but not quite everything.  There was no fear in her eyes – she was assuming the worst that would happen was she would be incapacitated for a while.  Good – he did like to surprise the ladies he called on.

 

“No, I don't think we can do that just yet, Hazel.”  He smiled and sat back again.   “That pesky time lock on your vault, for one thing. For another, I don't want to rush things. You’re not expecting your daughter home, after all.  Are you? “

 

He could see the anger flash for a moment in his captive’s eyes.  “What does that have to do with anything, no my daughter is staying with friends tonight, but you know my branch has not had that upgrade of a time lock vault.  They say you are very, very thorough in your recon.”

 

“I am – but it was worth a try.  No, I like to do things in the proper order, Hazel.  What else do they say about me?   After all, I’m sure the official warnings are very thorough.“

 

He watched as she crossed her legs, catching a glimpse under her skirt as he did so.  “From what I have read and heard, I am going to spend the evening and over night with my hands bound behind my back, my legs bound, my mouth gagged.  Tomorrow morning you will make me dress as I am going to work, then make me drive you to my branch, open my branch my vault then I will be tied again as you empty it and I will be found about 9 30 tomorrow morning.  That is what they say, and if I do as you say I will not be harmed but I will have stiff muscles and perhaps rope burn or tape residue.”

 

“Well, that sounds fairly accurate - for an official report.”  She saw him smile again as he said “What else have you heard?”

 

“Nothing really except I will be the first branch this far east you do this to.  I have never met any of your victims and I am not happy I am your latest”

 

“Consider it a privilege, Hazel - but yes, I am going to hold you hostage over night. I am going to bind and gag you, and so long as you do as I say you will not be harmed.”  He stood up, the gun still pointing at Hazel as she saw the evil grin on his face.  “I know your husband is on night patrol tonight in Williamsburg - expecting any calls from him?”

 

She looked at the clock, seeing it was almost 10 o’clock.  “Truthfully, no, not this late.”

 

“Excellent - stand up.”  As he watched Hazel get to her feet, he looked at an open doorway at the far side of the room.  “Is that your bedroom over there?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“After you then,” he said as he waved the gun in that direction.  Hazel walked towards the room, her captor following, and stopped at the green iron foot board of her bed.

 

“Have a seat on the bed,” he said, and as Hazel sat herself down he walked over to the telephone and pulled the set away from the wall, tossing it into the living room as it landed on the couch.  She looked at him, the smile still on his face as he looked down at her.

 

“Where do you keep your panties?”  Hazel stared even harder at him, before saying “top drawl left hand side,” but thinking “what a pervert” as he walked over and opened the drawer.  “Nice,” he said as he pulled out a skimpy thong, “but we have to carry on.  Stand up and walk over to the foot of the bed.”

 

As Hazel stood up and walked over, she saw him reaching into his pants pocket.  “Nice iron bedstead,” he said as he looked into the drawer, “why don't you lean forward on it for the moment. “

 

“Please do you have to do this?” she said as she leaned forward, watching him searching through the drawer.

 

“I have a reputation to maintain, Hazel - and I told you not to say anything or do anything stupid, like questioning me.”  He walked behind the frightened woman.  “Put your hands behind your back and stay perfectly still.”

 

Hazel leaned forward, bending over the foot board and placing her hands against the back of her blouse.  She watched him place the gun, just out of her reach on the bed, and then heard the sound she was dreading – the ripping of tape.

 

“Oh my god,” she said quietly as she felt something sticking to the sleeve of her blouse, and then felt her wrists been moved together before the ripping sound started again.  She let out a quiet “ahhh” as he wrapped the tape around her wrists several times, holding them together as he tore the tape off and smoothed it down.

 

“That is very tight,” she said as she tried to twist her arms round.  “Of course it is, Hazel - I don't want you getting free. Stand up.”

 

As she stood up, she watched him walking over to the drawer and take something out, turning back to look at her.  “You have some very nice panties,” he said quietly, “but I don't think they will do what I want them to do. I'll use these instead.”  He held up a pair of pantyhose, as Hazel looked at him, wondering what he was doing.

 

“Do for what???”

 

“Can't you guess,” he said as Hazel watched him wadding them up.  “Your husband is not going to call, your daughter is not coming home - time for you to be quiet now.”

 

Her eyes widened as he walked forward.  “Oh no please I will be quiet besides there is no one near hear you already said that.”

 

“I know, Hazel, but I insist. Open wide.”

 

“No please don’t do this.”  She watched as he picked up the gun, and said “open wide, Hazel.”

 

“What if I have to go pee?”

 

“Then you grunt - three times for a pee, four for something else. One and two are yes or no. Any other questions?”  Hazel looked at the gun, then the wad before saying almost as if she was a schoolgirl “no” and opened her mouth wide.

 

“Good,” the man said as he pushed the wadded hose into her mouth, all the way in and watching as she tried to close her lips over them.  “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” was the only sound she could make as she looked at her captor.

 

“Close those lovely red lips of yours,” he said as Hazel watched him putting the gun down. I say as you see me put the gun down.  With some difficulty, she managed to close them and watched as he returned with a large roll of white tape, which he tore a strip away from.

 

“Mmmmmmmmmm,” she said as he held the tape in front of her mouth.  “Smile,” he said as he pressed the tape over her mouth and lips, smoothing it down as it stuck to her skin.  Hazel let out a noise like “mmmmmmmmmmmmm”, amazed at how effectively silenced she was.

 

“This tape is water resistant, and won't come away unless I remove it, but it won’t harm your skin. Stay calm and breath through your nose, and you'll be fine.”

 

Looking to her side, Hazel could see her reflection in the mirror.  She could see the outline of her lips under the tape, as well as her hands behind her back.  As she tried to move her mouth, she saw the tape move with it, and realised she was not going anywhere for some time.  She could also see her husband’s rifles mounted on the wall by the mirror, but she saw her captor looking at her as well.

 

“Those weapons are staying there, Hazel - walk to the other side of the bed.”  She walked round, afraid of what might happen if she refused, looking back and seeing to her horror a gun and a large knife on the bed that had escaped her attention before.

 

“Sit down, please,” he said, and as Hazel sat on the edge of the bed he started to lick his lips, in anticipation of what was about to happen as he watched her chest rise and fall with her breaths.  Without any warning, he pushed her over onto her side, making her call out “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as she fell over.  Grabbing her ankles, he started to tape them together, feeling the pantyhose on her legs as he did so.

 

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Hazel moaned as he stood up, looked at her and said “Comfy?”  She tried to move her legs apart, but the tape had been wound round far too tightly, welding her ankles together as she said “mmmpphh mmpphh” in response.  She was worried about how stiff she was going to feel after hours spent in this position.

 

“Well, make yourself comfortable,” the intruder said as he walked to the door, “you're going to be here a little while.”  “Mmmmmmmmmmmpppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhh,” was her only response as he continued “Now, I need to go and fetch my bag - don't go away.”

 

Hazel watched him walk out of the room, and tried to move around a bit, trying to free herself.  After a few moments, however, she knew it was a losing battle, so she concentrated instead on moving herself up so that her head could rest on the pillows.

 

She turned her head to see him standing in the doorway, watching her kick her legs up and down with a smile clearly visible under the stocking mask.  “Mmmmmmmmmmmm” she said as she watched him, a canvas bag in his hand, and then realised with a start that her blouse had worked open slightly at the top.

 

“You seem to be having fun, Hazel,” he said as he walked over to the bed and sat down, looking into her face as she said “mmmppphhh mmpphhh” and stared back at him, feeling his hands on her legs. 

 

“Oh come now,” he continued as he opened the top of her blouse slightly, “I promised you I would not harm you if you did as you were told.”  Hazel stared back, saying “mmmmmmmmmmmppppppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhh” as he moved the side of her blouse to one side, and then a louder “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH” as he touched her at the top of her breasts.

 

“Now, how shall we pass the time, hm?”  He stroked her legs as he said this, Hazel shaking her head and saying “mmmmmmpppphhhh mmmpppphhhh” as she tried to stop him.  “I'm sorry, Hazel, did I say you could say no?” was his response as he rolled her over onto her stomach and pushed her skirt up.

 

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm  MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” she moaned as she felt his hands moving up the backs and sides of her legs, looking back at him over her shoulder as he said “Just lie still, Hazel - this won’t hurt at all.” She felt his hands moving between her legs at her crotch, saying “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as tears filled her eyes in response to him saying “Hmm - you feel nice and moist there.”

 

She heard the sound of tape ripping off a roll again, and let out a cry of “mmamamamampppphhh” as she felt more tape been wrapped around her legs, pulling them together just below her knees and holding them tightly together.  “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” was her response as she felt her skirt been pushed further up her waist, prompting her to struggle as she said “amdfmasdmmasdmfas  mafmsdafmmsadf “ in response to the stroking of her legs and the feeling of his fingers on her cunt.

 

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she said as she opened her eyes and saw him reach for the knife on the bed.  They snapped open as wide as they could, following his hand as he picked up the knife and said “Now, stay very very still, Hazel.”  She nodded, saying “mmmmmmmm” as she felt her pantyhose been cut away at the back, realising that he was not only a bank robber as the tears started to fill her eyes again.

 

“Hmmm - you have a nice ass as well as a nice body, Hazel,” he said as he parted the pantyhose, to the accompaniment of Hazel saying “madmamsdmfmasdfmasdmfmasd” as he straddled her from behind.  Reaching round her waist, Hazel let out a moan of “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as he started to massage her clit again.  She closed her eyes at the feel of this, saying “amdmfasmdfmasdmfmsadmfsda” as she felt him move closer behind her.

 

“Tell me you don't like this, Hazel,” he said, and his captive moaned “mmmmppphhh mmmppphhh” as she shook her head.  “Are you sure,” he said as his fingers stroked her clit again, “because you’re telling me something different, you know.”  “madfmasmdfmsadmfsadm,” Hazel said as she closed her eyes, fighting like mad to resist the feelings that were growing between her legs and in her body, but when she felt his trousers dropping onto her legs her eyes opened wide as she screamed “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”

 

“Hush now Hazel,” he whispered as she felt him rising from her legs, and then her own legs been pushed in and her bottom raised.  “Mamdfmasdmfasmdmfsadmf “ she said as she felt the wetness between her legs, knowing deep down what was about to happen and praying her own body would not betray her.  She felt him coming up behind her, his erect member against her cheeks, and closed her eyes, saying “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as she felt his arms around her waist, pulling her back towards him.

 

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” she moaned as she felt his firm, hard cock against her pussy.  “You feel so warm there,” she heard him whisper in her ear as he moved in, penetrating her as she opened her eyes and said MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” as he penetrated her from behind.

 

He pushed himself forward, caressing her waist with his hands as he did so and moving them up her chest further and further with each thrust.  Hazel closed her eyes, moaning “mamfmasdfmasmfsamfsad” as slowly, rhythmically, strongly continued to fuck her, feeling her gripping him as her body started to respond.  He was taking his time, moving slowly and enjoying every single movement, savouring every single moment as he grew within her.

 

Hazel felt him violating her, screaming “madmfmasdfmasdmsafmd” even as she felt herself urging him on, trying not to enjoy it or give him pleasure but knowing deep down she was failing on both counts.  She could feel the throbbing increasing inside her as her body griped him tighter, hear his breathing get shorter and more rapid as he tried to maintain control of himself.

“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she moaned with her eyes closed as she felt herself start to cum as well, listening to him as he said “You are enjoying this.” 

 

"mmmmmmmmmmmppppppppppphhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmpppppppppphhhhhh” she responded, knowing he realised she was indeed relishing the feeling as he grew harder, stronger, the throbbing more intense.

 

“Uhhhh... UUNNHHHHH,” he said as Hazel moaned “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”  He knew she was resisting him, at the same time as enjoying it, but this only made him go harder as he felt himself preparing to explode within her.

 

 

Hazel could feel it as well, opening her eyes and saying “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as she felt the throbbing build to a point where it was impossible for her attacker to hold on any longer.  He exploded within her, the hot sticky fluid gushing out as she screamed “masmsdamfasdmsadmasfmd” and raised her head, feeling the semen flow into her as she felt her own fluids flowing from her vagina.

 

 

How long it lasted Hazel could not tell, but eventually she felt him withdraw and leave her on the bed, her face in the duvet and her pantyhose torn behind her as he stood up.

 

 

“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she said, feeling dirty, abused and soiled, as her attacker pulled his trousers back on and said “Now, Hazel, what would you like to do next?” 

 

She mumbled into the duvet “uuuau tototo leeeeeebbb aabbhooollll mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” but did not resist as he rolled her back onto her side and looked into her face, brushing her hair out of the way.  “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” was all she could say as she tried, and failed, to struggle back and out of the way, her skirt still bunched up around her waist.

 

 

“I told you,” he said as he pulled her skirt down and away from her legs, “that so long as you did as you were told you would be just fine, didn't I?  Well, I am a man of my word. You do what I tell you to do, and we'll get along just fine. Say, you got any beer in this place?”

 

 

She stared back at him, amazed at the casual way he was talking and grunted “mmmmmppphhh” in response.   She watched him smile as he said “Well, Hazel, you just stay there while I go and get one. This is thirsty work...” before walking out of the room, leaving her screaming “jmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as he picked up her skirt and left her there, trussed and gagged in her blouse, bra, torn pantyhose and heels.

 

 

Hazel listened to the sound of his footsteps on the floor, and then the sounds from the kitchen, before she started to struggle on the bed, trying to free herself but making no headway in removing the tape from her body.   She heard him call through from the kitchen “Can I get you anything, Hazel,” as she somehow managed to get herself into a seated position on the edge of the bed.

 

 

“Wow, you have a good selection here, Hazel,” she heard him say as she stopped for a moment, catching her breath before she tried to kick her shoes off.  It didn’t take her long to realise this was not going to be possible, but as the sound of bottles clinking came through she forced herself onto her feet.

 

 

“Yeah, this looks like a good one.,” she heard him say as she managed to hop to the door leading to the living room.  Hazel looked across to the front door – four good hops and she could make it there, then if she could get it open, he would run off and her ordeal would be over.

 

 

The first hop took her to the side of one of the chairs, as she heard her attacker rummaging in the cutlery drawer.  A second hop... A third... A fourth and she was next to the front door.  Hazel stopped for a moment, catching her breath again before she looked at the door handle, the round knob waiting for her to reach with her fingers as she slowly started to turn...

 

 

“Ahem.”

 

 

Hazel spun round, grabbing the door handle with her eyes wide in total fear as she saw her attacker standing in the kitchen doorway, a bottle of beer in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.

 

 

“Going somewhere, Hazel?” he said as he put the two bottles on a table and walked towards her.  She leaned back against the door, screaming “mmmmmmmppppppphhhhhh mmmmmmppppppppphhhhhh” as he stood in front of her.

 

 

“I said to stay on the bed, right?” he continued as he reached up and put his hands on her shoulders.  Hazel looked from side to side, saying “mmmmmmmmmmpppppppphhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmmmm” as she nodded her head, very scared and afraid that he would hurt her now.

 

 

“I don't blame you for trying to get away, Hazel, but you did something I did not ask you to do.”  He brushed 

her hair away from her eyes again as he stared into them.  “The question is, what should I do about it?”

 

 

Hazel called out “mmmmmmmmphhh mmmmmppphhh” as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her beck into the bedroom and throwing her back down onto the bed.  She turned herself round to face him as he stared down at her semi-naked body.

 

 

“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she said with her eyes wide and pleading as he stood there silently.  Eventually, he said as he picked up the knife “As I say, Hazel, I don't blame you, not one bit. I can see I need to make sure you do as I say.”  He walked round the bed and climbed onto the mattress, kneeling behind her as Hazel looked over her shoulder, convinced he was going to kill her and saying “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” as loudly as she could.”

 

 

He leaned over and whispered in her ear “So, Hazel, is there anything you need right now?  Because if not, close your eyes and stay very still.”  Fearful of what was going to happen next, Hazel said “mmmmmpppph mmmmppppphhh” and closed her eyes, not moving as she sensed him bringing the knife behind her, feeling the metal on her flesh as he leaned forward and made one fast stroke...

 

 

Hazel opened her eyes, sighing with relief as she felt her wrists released from the tape.  Bringing her hands round, she rubbed her wrists and removed the trails of white tape, before reaching up towards her gag, desperate to get the pantyhose out from her mouth.

 

 

“Ah ah Hazel,” she heard him say from behind her body, “keep your hands away from your mouth. I'll get you a drink in a little while, if you're a good girl.”  He rolled her onto her back, holding the knife in his hand as she looked back up at him.

 

 

"Now, you are going to do only what I say, right?”  He moved the knife in his hands as he said this, while Hazel nodded and said “mmmppphhh.”  “Excellent,” he said as left the bed and stood up, “move yourself up and sit at the head of the bed, please.”

  

Hazel pointed at her bound legs and said “mmmpphh,” hoping they would be released as well.  To her dismay, the intruder simply shook his head and said “No no no - just do as I say.”  Slowly, Hazel sat herself up and moved to the top of the bed, sitting with her back against the headboard as she watched him pick up the roll of tape and walk to the side with her.

 

 

“Now Hazel,” he said as he stood beside her, “grab hold of the headboard with your left hand.”  As she did as he asked, he tore the end of the tape free from the roll and stuck it to her wrist, securing it to the far side of the headboard as she watched him, hearing her say “mmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as he finished the job.

 

 

She followed him as he walked round to the other side of the bed, taking her right hand and placing it against the metalwork of the headboard.  “Hold on to the top, please Hazel,” he said with a smile, and she again did as she was asked.  She was unhappy he was still there, even more unhappy about what had happened earlier, and sore from where he had raped her, but this was more comfortable than lying with her hands secured behind her back.

 

 

He took the tape and secured her wrists to where two pieces of the metal fretwork crossed, making sure it was secured firmly in place before tearing the tape free and smoothing it off. 

 

“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Hazel said as she watched him walk back round, release her left wrist and secure it again in the same way, so that her hands were raised and parallel with her head.  She tried pulling on them, and soon realised she was as firmly secured as before.  Turning, she looked at the man and said “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

 

 

“I don't think you're going anywhere now, do you Hazel?” She shook her head, too afraid to do anything as he turned and walked back into the living room.  “Now don't move,” he said as he walked out of the room, returning a moment later with the two bottles as he turned off the living room lights and closed the door.  

Placing the bottles on the bedside cabinet, he reached over and stroked her cheek with his gloved hand.

 

 

“Thirsty?” he said with a smile, and watched Hazel as she slowly nodded.  “I'm going to take the gag off and give you some water. Do I have your word you won’t scream?”  Again he watched as she nodded, then reached over and slowly peeled the tape away from her mouth.  Laying the strip on the bed, he gently eased the pantyhose from her mouth, watching her gasp for air as he unscrewed the cap from a bottle of water.

 

 

“You bastard, you’re a rapist,” Hazel said finally as she looked up at him.  “They left that out of the reports, didn’t they?” he chuckled, watching Hazel as she slowly said “Yes they did.”

 

 

“Here - sip, don't gulp,” he said as he held the bottle to hazel’s lips, watching as she slaked her thirst.  “I need you to know who is in charge, Hazel - and that is how I do that. Now, are you going to do what I tell you?”  He took the bottle away for a moment, watching as she replied “Yes, just please don’t hurt me.”

 

 

“Good, good - hungry?”

 

 

“No, I am tired.”

 

 

“Well, you are going to stay like that for some time, so get used to it. Would you like some more water?”

 

 

“Yes,” Hazel said, and he placed the bottle next to her lips again, watching her chest rise and fall as she drank, and seeing the hint of her bra through the buttons that had come undone at the top.

 

 

“You really a lovely woman, Hazel - your husband is a very lucky man,” he said as his captive finished drinking.  Placing the bottle on the bedside table, he reached over and slowly started to open the top of her blouse.

 

 

“Please just stop,” she pleaded as he undid the next button.

 

 

 “Why - don't you enjoy it when somebody appreciates your body?” he said as he looked into her face.

 

 

“I do when it is my husband now please stop.”

 

 

“Please? Hazel, what did I say earlier?”  She watched as he picked up the roll of tape again.  “Do as you say,” she whispered in response.

 

 

“Indeed - so I think you need to be silent on the matter. Do you want the stuffing back in?”  She looked at the wet pantyhose in his hand and whispered “please no.” 

 

 

“Well then,” he said as he tore a strip of the microform tape free from the roll, ”purse your lips.”  Hazel did as she was told, watching as he smoothed the tape over her mouth, her lips visible as the tape moulded itself to the shape of her face.

 

 

“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” she said as a second strip was placed on top, effectively welding her mouth shut.  She tried to struggle, but found she was even more helpless than before.

 

 

“Oh, I would stay still if I was you, Hazel,” he said as he walked to the foot of the bed, “I don't want you getting upset.  After all, it is true what they say if you struggle too much.”  Her eyes widened as she said “MMMMMMM MMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMM,” watching him as he picked the knife up again and walked back to sit next to her at the head of the bed.

 

 

“mmmmmmmmmm” she said as she looked at him.  “What happens if you struggle too much?” he said, and watched as she nodded.  “Well, on your level, if you struggle too much you may struggle for breath, and then you start coughing.  On my level - well, I find it attractive when the women I visit struggle a bit, but I don't want them to start to have trouble breathing.”  He placed the knife next to her cheek, her eyes looking at it as she said “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

 

 

“SO, the question you have to ask yourself is, how much do you want to struggle?”  Hazel heard this, but rather than lying still , hitting her captor as he sat next to her.  Realising what she had done, she looked up and saw him frowning down at her.

 

 

“Hazel, you did not want to do that,” he said as he grabbed her chin and turned her face to look at him.  “mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm,” she said as she stared back up at him.  “Now, I was going to be a nice guy and let you sleep for a while, but I guess you need to be reminded who is in charge here.” 

 

 

“mmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm” she moaned as she watched him moving the knife down her blouse. 

 

“You look a little hot there - I think you need to cool off.”  As he said this, he slipped the blade into the front of her blouse and cut one of the buttons off.

 

 

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM,” Hazel screamed as he watched the buttons been removed one by one, the front of her blouse falling open to reveal her grey bra underneath.  She stared back at him, saying “mmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmm” as her chest moved slowly up and down.

 

 

“Nice bra, Hazel - I can see it does a good job. But I think I need to cool you down a little more,” he said as he cut the last button away.  Hazel looked to her side, saying “madmfasmdfmasdmfmasdmfsda” as he stood back up.

 

 

“I'm sorry, Hazel, what did you say?”  AS he reached for the front of his pants, Hazel eyes widened as she called out “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMm,” staring as he removed his trousers and pants and straddled her on the bed.

 

 

“MMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM,” she called out as she watched him slipping the knife under the bra straps, feeling the cold steel even as she stared at his cock in front of her.  He cut away the shoulder straps and then moved the blade between her breasts, hearing her say “mmmmmmmmmmmmm” as he cut through the silk at the front.

 

 

He placed the knife on the bedside table, hearing hazel say “mmmmmmmmmmm” as her tits were freed, and the material falling away as her assailant looked at her.

 

 

“Ah - I knew you had a pair of beautiful breasts under there. Now, Hazel, you are going to do what I say aren’t you?”  As he said this, he reached up and started to knead his fingers into the flesh of her breasts, his fingers playing with her nipples.

 

 

“mmmmmmmmmmmmm “ she said as he felt them hardening under his touch, looking into her eyes and saying “Tell me, how does that feel?”  She could see her eyes closing and hear her soft moaning as he continued to squeeze them.

 

 

“In a minute, I will take your gag off, and I want you to answer me. Understand?”

 

 

“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she said as she nodded, watching his cock harden as she felt his touch continuing.  He reached up and slowly peeled the tape away from her mouth, hearing her say “aaaaaaahhhhh” as he stroked her cheek.

 

 

“That hurt,” Hazel said quietly with her eyes closed.  “Yes,” he said quietly, “tape does that sometimes. So, Hazel, how do you feel when I touch you like this?”  His hands went under her breasts and lifted them up, squeezing them as she closed her eyes again.

 

 

“Please do not make me answer it,” she said in a breathless voice.  “You know my body is liking what you are doing even if my brain doesn’t.”

 

 

“I know that,” he said as he continued to knead her breasts gently, “but I need to hear you say it as well.”  He had learned many things about Hazel when planning this visit, and he had some idea of the games she played with her husband.

 

 

“OH GOD,” she moaned as she closed her eyes again.  “Please... not... that...” she said as she opened her eyes and saw him knelling in front of her, his engorged penis in his hand.

 

 

“Shh, Hazel, Shh,” he said as he held the member in front of her.  “Just tell me how you feel.”

 

 

“You’re turning me on you bastard,” she screamed as she looked at him, “if you have watched me long enough and close enough you know I am a slave sexually to my husband and I can’t resistmmmmm.”

 

 

“Now, I want you to tell me how this feels,” he said as he gently stroked her lips with his cock.  She moaned as she said quietly “It feels good sir.”

 

 

“Then take it and taste it, Hazel,” he said as he stroked her lips again, watching as she opened her mouth and started to pull it in, her tongue licking the tip and moving gently round it, licking down the side as she felt it before releasing it again.

 

 

“Please fuck my mouth sir,” Hazel said as she looked at him, her eyes pleading.  “We will have to say Hazel,” he said as he stroked her lips again, watching as she opened her mouth and took him in as he pushed forward, feeling her tongue on it as she sucked again before pulling off and looking at him.

 

 

“Sir treat my mouth like a pussy and fuck it please .”  This time he said nothing as he pushed himself into her mouth as hard as he could, hearing her say “mmmmmmmmmmm” as he started to pump his cock in and out, feeling hr sucking and pushing in response to each of his movements.

 

 

Hazel could feel the throbbing in her mouth and throat growing as she sucked him in... out... in... out..., pulling him further and further in with each movement despite herself, sucking harder with each thrust forward.

 

“Keep going Hazel,” he said as he thrust even harder, the in and out motion making both of them feel his throbbing with each pass.  “mmmmmmmmmmm,” Hazel said as she pulled him in still further, feeling the top of his cock against the back of her throat as she wondered if her was going to explode again in her mouth.

 

 

She opened her eyes and watched as he reached over for the knife, pushing harder into her mouth with each pelvic thrust.  She knew he wasn’t going to kill her – he needed her for the vault in the morning – but wasn’t sure why he needed it.  She just kept sucking, feeling the throbbing intensify within her and wondering, wondering...

 

 

“I'm going to cut your hands free, Hazel, and then I want you to do exactly what I tell you to do, understand?”

 

Hazel looked up at him, saying “mmmmmmmmmmm” as she felt him hardening more and more in her mouth.  “You are enjoying this, aren't you Hazel?” he said, and all she could say was “mmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmm” in response, before he moved out, her lips popping as he reached up and cut her wrists free.

 

 

“Kneel on the floor,” he said as he kept hold of her left wrist.  She swung her bound legs over and slipped onto the floor, turning so that she was facing the bed.  “Yes sir,” she said in a quiet, submissive voice.

 

 

“Give me your other hand,” he said, and as Hazel said “Yes sir” she put her right hand behind her back, facing the bed as she touched the side.  She saw him place the knife on the bed as he held her wrists together in one hand.

 

 

“Put your head down on the duvet,” she heard him say, and as she bent over at the waist she felt him pulling her pantyhose down to her knees with his free hand.

 

 

“Are you going to scream, Hazel?” he said as he slipped his free hand between her legs, feeling the moistness around her crotch.

 

 

“Are you taking my pussy or my ass sir,” Hazel said as she looked down on the duvet, feeling his fingers at the lips of her cunt and smiling as she twisted round.

 

 

“Wait and see, Hazel, wait and see,” was his response as she sighed when his fingers moved inside, feeling the softness and moisture.  She raised her head and said “Sir please there is lube in the bedside table.  Am I going to scream?   That depends if you take the pussy or the ass and how fast, hard, and how lubed up it is when you start sir.”

 

 

She waited for a moment, and then felt his fingers between her cheeks as he applied the jelly.  “Put your head down on the duvet again, Hazel,” he said as she realised what was going to happen, but as she leaned forward she said “but sir the pantyhose are digging in on my thighs please pull them up and cut out the crotch.”

 

 

“As you wish,” she heard him say as he pulled her pantyhose up again, using the knife to cut it away at the seam before putting it back on the table.

 

 

“Thank you, Sir,” Hazel said as she felt the finger between her cheeks again.  “This is the last word I say, you do not have to gag me but I will act as if I am gagged.”  She was still surprised that she had not been taped and gagged again, and wondered what he was planning.  “mmmmmmmmm,” she said as she felt him fingering her ass.

 

 

“Keep your hands together behind your back,” she heard him say as she felt him coming close behind her. 

 

“Yes sir,” she said quietly as she held her hands crossed at the wrists as if they were tied together.

 

 

“Shh, Hazel, or I will have to gag you,” she heard him say, and then she felt him coming in hard from behind. 

 

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM OH GOD,” she said into the duvet, her fists clenched as she felt his hard penis slamming into her, pushing forward as he came from behind.

 

“OH GOD OH GOD” she screamed into the cover, not moving her hands as he continued to fuck her.  “Shh, Hazel,” he said as he thrust harder, listening as Hazel said “TRYING SIR”, biting the duvet and saying “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as she felt him throbbing in her passage, the intensity increasing with thrust forward.

 

 

Her body started to shake, as she felt his fingers moving between her legs and stroking her crotch as he thrust forward hard again.  Suddenly, she arched her back and screamed into the duvet “I M CUMMMMINNGGGGGGG OH AAAAAAAAAAAHHH AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH” as the throbbing grew more and more intense.

 

 

“OOOOOHHHHHHH GOOOODD FUCK ME,” she screamed, as he leaned over and said “I told you to be quiet, Hazel, now put your head down on the duvet.”  He kept thrusting, feeling himself starting to climax even as Hazel started to buck her ass, her pussy clinching and her ass acting like a vice as the throbbing grew more and more intense.

 

 

“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm nmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” she said, her head forced into the duvet as she heard him say “Ahhhhhhhhh Oh god,” the flow coming thick and strong as he exploded again within her.  He could feel her cuming as well as the two kept moving for several more minutes, Hazel eventually calming down as his cock fell out from her ass.

 

 

“Now, Hazel, what do you have to say for yourself?” he said as he stood back up.  Hazel stayed kneeling for a few more minutes, saying “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

 

 

“You may raise your head now,” he said, but Hazel did not move, saying “mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm” and feeling somewhat guilty.  Eventually, she raised her head as he helped her to sit on the bed.

 

 

“You were magnificent, by the way,” he said, watching her blush as she sat there silently.

 

 

“Now, I think we need to make you nice and - comfortable for the night,” he said, and Hazel simply nodded.   “Would you prefer to lie down or sit up as I make you comfortable?”

 

 

“Your choice, sir,” she said quietly.

 

 

“Do you need to go to the toilet at all?”  He watched as she nodded, then took the knife and cut the tape around her ankles and legs away.

 

 

“I’ll be watching you,” he said as he helped her to stand up and walk to the bathroom door, waiting as she relieved and washed herself before coming back in, wearing only her pantyhose.

 

 

“Where would you like me, Sir,” she said with her head bowed.  “Come back to the bed,” he said as he led her back to the room, and then watched her standing by the bed.

 

 

Picking up the roll of tape, he said “Hands behind your back please, Hazel.”  She stood there, meekly  complying as he taped her wrists together again, and then her arms to her side as the tape went below her breasts.

 

 

“Sit down,” her said, and Hazel watched as he taped her ankles and legs together as before.  Helping her to lie on her side, she looked up at him as he tore a strip of tape off and held it tightly in his hands.

 

 

“I will wake you in the morning,” he said as he smoothed the tape back over her lips.  “Thnkusr,” she mumbled as he turned off the lights, the darkness enveloping her as she fell into an exhausted sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The clock at the bedside table showed 5:30 as he watched Hazel sleeping on the bed, her chest rising and falling as she mumbled through the gag covering her mouth.  She was a thing of beauty to watch, but he had a timetable to keep to, and preparations to make.

 

 

Going to the large wardrobe, he opened the door and took out a red dress, with brass buttons down the front, and laid it out on the dresser.  Looking to the floor, he then picked up a pair of red pumps and placed them on the floor, followed by a red scarf which he removed from the hanger and laid on top of the dress.

 

 

Closing the door silently, he opened one of the drawers in the chest and drew out a black bra, which he tenderly placed on the dress.  Finally, he took an unopened pack of taupe pantyhose, and laid it on the dresser.

 

 

Walking back to the bed, he sat down and gently stroked Hazel’s cheek.  “Good morning, Hazel,” he said as she watched her slowly begin to stir.

 

 

“mmmmmmmmmmm,” Hazel said, wondering if she was waking from a nightmare.  As she opened her eyes, however, and saw the masked intruder sitting there and smiling, she realised it was not a nightmare at all, saying “mmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” as she looked down her body.

 

 

Taking the knife, he cut the tape from around her ankles and legs, before helping her to sit up at the edge of the bed.  “Now, when I take the gag off, do you promise not to scream?”  He watched as she slowly nodded, before saying “Very well” and peeling the tape away.

 

 

“aaaaahhhhhhhhh,” Hazel said before looking at the intruder.  “What now,” was all she said in reply.

 

 

“I'm going to cut your hands and arms loose, and then I want you to get ready for work. I've laid out your outfit for you.”

 

 

“I have to shower,” Hazel said wearily as she watched him cutting her arms free.

 

 

“Of course - but I will be standing outside, and the bathroom door stays open.”

 

 

Hazel rubbed her wrists as she stood up and removed what remained of her pantyhose.  Walking to the bathroom, she stepped into the shower booth and stood under the hot running water, the silhouette of her captor clearly visible through the frosted glass.

 

 

Hazel soaped her body several times, trying to wash away the events of the previous night, then her hair.  Wrapping a towel round herself, she stood in front of the bedroom mirror, looking at herself before taking a toothbrush and starting to clean her teeth, brushing as hard as she could to remove the taste from her mouth.

 

 

As she put the blood stained brush down, she left the bathroom and walked back into the bedroom, looking at the outfit the intruder had laid out.  Picking up the bra, she slipped it over her breasts, fastening it and slipping the shoulder straps in place.

 

 

The pantyhose was next, and then her shoes, as she watched him gathering everything up and placing it in his bag.  As she looked at him, she said “Do you want me to put on makeup?”

 

 

“This is a normal work day, Hazel, so yes - make up, but be quick.”  Turning back to look at the dresser mirror, she put on some make up, before using perfume and deodorant.  Standing up, she picked up the dress and slipped it on, fastening the buttons at the front as he stood there watching, the knife still in his hand.  Finally, she picked up the scarf and asked “What is this for?”

 

 

“Since you ask - when we get to the bank, I will tie you up again, and that is going to be your gag. I think it goes well with your dress.  For now, however, put it round your neck.”

 

 

“How chic,” Hazel said as she tied it around her neck in a loose knot.  “Bringing my own gag.  What, no mouth packing?”

 

 

“Did I say that? Now, get your bag and your car keys - we need to be on our way. and no leaving little messages for your husband either.”  Hazel stared at him as she picked up her purse, grabbed her car keys and put on a great coat.  Walking to the door, she opened it and looked out on the deserted street, wishing somebody could be there.  As she heard the door closing behind her, she walked the short distance to the car, sitting behind the wheel as she heard the man slipping into the car behind her.

 

 

“Just drive as you normally would to your work, no diversions or detours. Understand?”

 

Hazel nodded as she started the car and reversed down the driveway, before travelling the short distance to the bank.  “I take it you want me to park out back and enter the rear of the bank instead of on the street and in the front door,” she said as she looked in the rear view mirror.

 

 

“Correct, Hazel,” she heard him say as she turned off the main road and made her way to the rear entrance of the branch office.  “As close to the rear door as you can,” he said as she parked about ten feet from the door, turning off the engine.  Looking in the rear view mirror, Hazel could see him sitting up, a length of white rope already in his hands.

 

 

“Inside, nice and quietly, and switch the alarms off Hazel. I'm right behind you,” he said as she opened the  door.  He slipped out behind her and followed closely as she locked and switched on the car alarm, walked to the door and unlocked it, entering and turning off the alarm as he closed the door behind them.

 

 

“Very good - now, take your coat off and hang it up.”

 

 

As Hazel unfastened the coat, slipping it off her shoulders and hanging it on a coat rack, she took a deep breath and then turned round to look at him.

 

 

“Come here and put your hands behind your back,” he said, and as Hazel walked over he doubled the rope in his hands over and held it taut, watching as she turned her back to him and crossed her wrists behind her back.

 

 

Hazel stood still, trying not to react as she felt the rope tightening around her wrist as he wrapped it around and between them.  “Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh does it have to be that tight,” she said looking at the clock, showing the time as 7.30.

 

 

As he passed the rope between her wrists one more time, the man simply said “Yes, it does have to be this tight - I need as much time as I can to get away, Now, let's go to your vault, shall we?”  They walked together, his hand on her arm and her hands behind her back, as they approached the heavy metal door to the vault.

 

 

“Stand still,” he said as they stopped, putting his bag down and taking a second length of rope out.  Hazel stared ahead, hearing the rope hitting the floor as he shook it loose.

 

 

“ Now, you are going to tell me the code to open the door,” he said as he passed the rope over her head and around her arms and chest, pulling it tightly as he fed the ends through the loop in the centre of the band.  As she felt her arms been pulled into her side, Hazel sighed, wondering how long he was going to be as the rope went above and below her breasts.

 

 

“What’s going to happen now,” she thought to herself as she felt the rope going under her arm, then up and  around her neck before it went down the other side.  “It’ll only take him – what, 15 minutes to clear the vault out, and then he leaves me.  That means at least another two hours before anybody else turns up.”  As she felt the rope tightening around her already sore breasts, she tried to look at her captor over her shoulder.

 

 

“Comfy?” she heard him say as he walked round and stood in front of her.  She looked at him, knowing there were two things he needed – and that was why she had not been gagged yet.

 

 

“Sure,” she said in a tired voice, “can we just get this over please?”

 

 

“All in good time - the security tapes, where are they kept?”

 

 

“The machine is in the cupboard over there – it isn’t locked.”

 

 

“And now, the combination to the vault, please.”  Hazel recited a set of numbers, looking at the robber the whole time.  “Now, backwards,” he said, and she recited the same sequence in reverse.  She watched as he punched in the code, the heavy door swinging open silently.

 

 

“Excellent, excellent.  Sit down, Hazel,” he said, and watched as she walked over to a chair outside the vault and sat down, crossing her ankles as she did so.  He knelt in front of her, quickly wrapping rope around her ankles and then her legs, cinching both sets of ropes to ensure they were held tightly together.

 

 

“Now, Hazel,” he said as he stood up, “can I trust you to sit quietly for a few minutes?”  She looked at him, before saying “well why would I scream, the banks walls are very thick and the businesses on either side do not open for 2 hours.” 

 

 

She saw another smile on her face, as he said “Well, if you're a really good girl and stay quiet, I have a special treat for you.  Now stay there.”  Hazel watched him as he walked into the vault, watching and waiting, knowing there was nothing else she could do as he bagged the stacks of unmarked bills.

 

 

After a few minutes had passed, she saw him walk back out, placing the bag on the floor as he looked over at her.  “Thank you, Hazel,” he said as he walked behind her, “now for that treat I promised.”  She looked over her shoulder at him, wondering what he was planning, but as she felt his hands on her breasts she said quietly “please you have done enough.”

 

 

“Oh, now that's not very nice,” he said as he massaged her breasts between the ropes, “I thought you enjoyed our evening together.”

 

 

“Please,” she pleaded as she felt her body responding to his touch, “you have taken a lot from me can I please be left with some dignity?”

 

 

“Oh don't worry, Hazel, I'm not going to strip you or anything so crude.  These ropes do enhance your chest, however,” he said as he pinched her nipples.  Hazel closed her eyes, saying “mmmmmmmmmm please stop," as she felt them hardening again.

 

 

“Why should I,” he said as he kept going, hearing her moan “mmmmmmmmmm” as he massaged her breasts from behind.   “Now, Hazel, get on your knees,” he whispered into her ear, hearing her soft response of “please no” as she heard the sound of his zipper opening again.

 

 

“I said,” he whispered as he continued to massage her breasts, “get on your knees.  I would hate it if a perfect night would be spoiled right at the end.”

 

 

Realising he was going to do one last thing, Hazel moved off the chair and knelt on the floor, watching as he walked round and held his cock in front of her.  Closing her eyes, she took him in and felt him pushing forward again, sucking as hard as she could as she felt him throbbing again in her mouth.

 

 

She sucked hard and fast, wanting the act to be over with as her head bobbed and he pushed forward, feeling the throbbing increase and grow and wanting him out of there as quickly as possible.  Eventually she felt the explosion in her throat, the hot sticky fluid going down as she swallowed, wanting him to get out of there.

 

 

He held her head, forcing her to swallow as he spurt forth.  Removing himself, he pulled his trousers up and went to his bag, bringing out a small bottle of mouthwash.  “Use this,” he said as he held Hazel’s head up, allowing her to put the liquid in her mouth and wash her mouth out before holding a bucket for her to spit into.

 

 

“Open wide,” he said as he walked behind her, taking a pair of her silk knickers in his hand and baling them into a wad.  Hazel stared straight ahead, wondering what was happening, but as the cloth was pushed into her mouth she tried not to choke.

 

 

Removing the scarf from round her neck, he pulled it tightly between her lips, forcing the silk into the back of her mouth as he secured the ends together under her hairline.  “That should keep you nice and quiet until the rest of your staff arrive,” he said as Hazel stared straight ahead, saying “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as she knelt there.

 

 

“One last thing,” he said as he helped Hazel to lie on her stomach. 

 

“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” was all she said as she felt her legs been pulled back as far as they could be, as her captor secured them to the ropes around her chest with a short length of rope. 

She rolled over onto her side, watching him and saying “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as he picked up his bag.

 

 

“Have a nice day, Hazel,” he said as he picked his bag up.  Blowing her a kiss, he walked over to the cabinet and removed a number of DVDs from the machine inside, placing them in his bag before he walked quickly out of the rear access door.  Hazel listened for the sound of her car been taken, but there was a silence as she lay still, the only sound the growing hubbub from the street outside.

 

 

 

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