Another Saturday, another day when I was wondering around, just looking at the shops in the mall - and then I passed her in the walkway.  She was petite, dressed in a white blouse, knee length skirt and matching jacket, dark hose and patent leather heels, but there was something about her that attracted and enticed me.


I turned and followed her from a safe distance, watching her move as she walked.  With any luck, she would be alone, but nah - I see her wave at a taller woman with straight brown hair, that is flecked with grey.  They head into the food court, and then take a seat at the Elephant and Castle.  Taking a seat nearby, I order a coffee and listen to her and the other woman - Nadja her name was - chatting and talking to each other.


Listening to their conversation, I pick up various things: - They just bought a new pick up, but her husband has taken it for a fishing trip; her daughters are away visiting friends; She is alone for the weekend.  Money, no-one around, and a great body to boot.  Perhaps this weekend will not be a complete disaster?


My positive thoughts took a little dive when she invited her friend to come round for dinner, but then she said she could not - something about Troy and Aruku bringing Seki round.   The brown haired one nods and says she understands, and I make my mind up.  My day is set.


They stand up and leave, so I put some money on the table and follow them out.  As Nadja goes one way, my lady goes the other, so I follow her as she goes into various stores.


She looks very much the mum, so I am not surprised as she goes into various clothes stores, looking at outfits and underwear.  As she holds them up against herself, I admire her taste in clothing - so when she goes into Victoria’s Secrets, I raise an eyebrow.  She picks out a particularly small set of bra and panties, and I admire her taste in that as well.


She pays for her purchases, and heads out, as I follow her around the stores.  She picks out what appear to be work clothes - dresses, suits, and the hose and shoes to match.  With each purchase, I admire her more and more, looking at her legs, her body, wondering what I am going to do.  All the time, I also remember what I keep in my car, and I’m wondering how I can find out her address.


Finally, my chance comes in the last shop she visits.  As she comes out, she is trying to keep her bags in place and put her purse away.  With her head down, it is a simple matter for me to bump into her and make her drop her purse.


The contents scatter over the floor, and I say “I'm sorry - let me help you,” I say as I pick up the contents, taking a look at her driver licence as I do so.  “I hope I didn't hurt you?”


She looks at me, and says “No - no you have not, than you” in a slightly flustered voice.  Handing her the licence, I watch as she re-packs her bag and watch as she goes over to a bench and sits down.  Smiling, I head for my car - I know where she lives now, and I want to get there before she does.




When I get to my car, I watch her as she walks to the brand new jeep, and piles her shopping into the back.  On a whim, I decide to follow her instead, so I wait until she reverses out, and follow her from a safe distance.


She turns right out of the mall, and I follow her as she heads down Brantwood Park Road, then turns into a side road.  Smiling at the thought of what I will do, I drive past her as she pulls into the driveway of a house, and park a short distance away.   She gets out, opens the garage door, and then collects her bags from the back of the jeep and heads inside.  A few minutes later, she comes back out, collects her back and then goes back in, closing the garage door behind her.


Perfect - I light a cigarette and watch for a few minutes, then look at my watch - 5 pm.  Getting out of the car, I pop the trunk and take out a rucksack, then go for a walk - I like to look around the area I visit.


When I walk back, I see her coming back out of the house, this time wearing a white t-shirt with a little heart cut into the chest and a pair of clear sandals.  I stop as she climbs into the jeep, and reverses out, heading past me without a second glance.  As she goes down the road, I look round, and then take a little device from my rucksack.  It soon has the garage door open, as I slip under and close it behind me.


The door to the garage is unlocked - she would be amazed how often that happens - so I slip in and then look round.  Nice house - neat tidy - so I go upstairs and look round the bedrooms.


As I do so, I hear the jeep come back.  Looking out of the window, I see she pull in, and climb out with a bag of takeaway food.  Well, I will not interrupt someone when they eat their dinner, so I sit myself on the bed and wait, sorting through the contents of my rucksack as I do so.


Well, if I’m going to be on my own, then a Thai take out and a movie is the way I am going to deal with it.  When I came back, I made sure I locked the door behind me, put the food on a plate and then sat down, sticking the DVD in as I started to watch and eat at the same time.


Eventually, I look at my watch - seven thirty.  Time to move.  I weigh the knife in my gloved hand and start to silently make my way down the staircase.  I can see her from the door into the main room, reclining on a love seat and watching a DVD.  I put my latex gloved hand to my face, making sure the balaclava is in place, and step in.


My heavy foot on the floor makes her turn her head, and she gasps as she sees me sitting there.  She turned, her legs crossed as she stared at me, her eyes widening as she realised I had a knife in my hand, and a mask over my face.


What the fuck?  He must be six foot tall, broad shouldered, with a black jumper and slacks on, but that’s not what gets my attention - what does is the balaclava covering his head, showing only his eyes and mouth, and the very large hunting knife in his hand.


“Don't make a move sweetheart,” I say as I look at her, smiling.  It is obvious that she is scared as she quietly says “who are you and what do you want?”


“You'll find out,” I say as I step into the room, “just do what I tell you, and keep those hands where I can see them.”  She slowly moves to the edge of the seat and stares at me, her hands raised in front of her.


“We're going to have some fun time together, she and I,” I say as I smile at her sitting there.  Her eyes widen as she stammers out “please just take what you want and go.”  I love it when they do that, but it will not sway me as I say “OH I will, sweetheart, I will - but I'm going to have a little fun too.  Now, are you going to be a good girl?”


She nods slowly as she says “yes, please, just don’t hurt me.”


“Get on your knees,” I say quietly, and I smile again as she obeys me, putting her hands together and begging, literally begging as she says “please just don’t hurt me.”


Of course I’m scared - I’m petrified - and so would you be.  I am literally begging for my life, as I look into his hard blue eyes.  Who is he?  What does he want?  I try to plead with him, hoping he’ll just leave me alone.


“Why - what would you do to stop me hurting you?”


She starts to cry as she says “anything - please just do not hurt me.”  I have her now, but I don’t want her to know what I have planned - not yet anyway.  I just say “Well then, sweetheart, turn round on your knees and put your hands behind her back.”


She does what I ask again, turning her back to me and slowly, oh so slowly moving her hands behind her back.  I kneel behind her, waving the knife in front of her as I say “What's your name, sweetheart?”  I know anyway, but I want to hear her say it.


“Angela,” she whispers, “Angela Boisure.”  I smile as I say “Well, Angela, you're going to be a good girl for me, or else...”  Putting my hand over her mouth, I pull her head back and pass the knife over her chest, feeling the gasp under my hand as I do so.


Christ - that knife is huge!  Now I truly am petrified, as I start shaking, his hand over my mouth.  All I can do is comply with him.


I can feel her nod her head as she says “mmmmmm hmmmmm.”  “Very good,” I say as I put the knife down where I can reach it, and she can see it. Removing some cord from my pocket, I put her hands together behind her back and start to tie them together.


“Oh god do you have to tie me up,” she says as I pull the rope tightly around her wrists.  “Yes, I do Angela sweetheart,” I say as I tug the cords still tighter, making her cry out “aaahhhhhh” as she leans forward.


“Now,” I say as I tug one last time and tie the ropes off, “what do you think we should do, hmmm? I know - you tell me where her jewellery is.”  My primary intention is not to rob her, but I need her to think it is for a little while.  She turns to look at me as she says “it is upstairs in my bedroom in a jewellery box on my dresser.” 


“Anywhere else,” I say as I pick up the knife.  She squirms, trying to separate her wrists as she says “there is a lock box safe under the bed it has jewellery some cash and some bearer bonds.”


“Very nice, Angela,” I say as I wave the blade round again, “I already have those. Anywhere else?”  She looks at me, realising for the first time I was hiding upstairs, and then says “there is money in my purse, credit cards, the pistols and the flint lock rifle in my husband’s gun case are worth a lot of money and he keeps his coin collection there as well.”  I look at she as she say this, glimpsing her breasts through the cute little cut out on her t-shirt, Licking my lips, I say “I'll look there later, Angela, and I'll be sure to - tell you if you're lying. Right now, however, I have a decision to make.”


He...  He must have been hiding upstairs. How long has he been there?  Has he been through my drawers, and now he has a decision to make?  My body starts to shake as I wonder what he is going to say next.


She looks at me, eyes wide with fear, as she says in a quiet little voice, “What is that?”


Taking out of my pocket a grey and white scarf I found upstairs, I tie a knot in the middle of it and say “How to get she to put this in your mouth - will you do it willingly? Or do I have to make you?”


That’s my bloody scarf - no way am I having that in my mouth!


She screams out “you’re not putting that in my mouth” and tries to turn her head away.  A fighter - even better, as I grab her head and snarl “Do I have to force you to accept this - because if I have to, I will.”  She tries to pull her head away as she screams “no - you are not gagging me.”  I grab her chin again, and as she opens her mouth to say “NO” I push the knot in, so all she says is “mmmm.”


“Right,” I say as I push the knot in and hold her mouth closed, “you really need to know when to say yes.”  I pull the ends tightly round her head, tying them together at the back of her head as she says “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm “ and looks up at me.


I give the scarf another tug, pulling the knot further into her mouth before I say “Now, Angela, what would you like to do next?”  She screams “masdmfmasdmfasmdfmasdmfas” at me, but I smile and say “No, I don't think so, pushing her over onto her side and grabbing her feet as she tries to kick out at me.


“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she calls out as I start to wrap more rope around her ankles, pulling them so tightly together she yelps again in pain and shock.  She keeps trying to kick, but she only manages to kick those kinky sandals off her feet as I pull the rope even tighter, smiling at her call of “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”


“Now,” I say as I feel her legs, caressing her thighs as I do so, “you're going to stay here like a good girl, aren’t you?”  She looks up at me, saying “masdmfmasdfmasmdfmasdmfmasdfmasdmmasdmsad” as she does so, but I am not moved.  “Oh I know you are,” I say as I use more rope to put her in a hogtie, running from her ankles to her wrists, and then squeeze her bum.


“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM,” she screams out, exciting me more.  “Mmmmmm,” I say as my hands explore her derriere, “you are a very well built woman, Angela.  Just stay there for a minute,” I say with a smile as I squeeze, making she call out “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.”


As I descend to the den, I can hear her squirming round on the floor upstairs - wooden floors make such good conductors of sound.  I can imagine her trying to get loose, but it won’t work.  There’s even a call of “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as I break open the cabinet.


Fuck fuck fuck - he’s got me trussed up like a goose on my own floor, and now I can hear him downstairs in the den.  I try to move my legs, but there is little or no room for me to stretch my legs out, even without the bloody rope holding them against my wrists.


I try wriggling across the floor, desperately trying to get to the phone, and hoping against hope he has not disconnected it.  I kick my shoes even further away as I do so, but as I get closer I can see the wire hanging from the wall.


There’s a crashing sound from downstairs, and I start to cry - I’ve never felt so helpless, so alone, so - horny?  That can’t be right, but as i try to flex my legs I feel a small damp spot between my legs - and hope ot god he does not see it.


“Well, you were right Angela, I say as I carry some items up with me and lay them on the love seat, “And for that you deserve a reward.”  I hear her say “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as she looks up at me, so I kneel down and stroke her hair, looking into her eyes as I say “I think it’s time we played a game, Angela - I think you’re going to like it.”


She looks at me, shaking her head and screaming “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as she tries to get away.  “How do you know,” I say as my hands go across her butt cheeks, her skirt having ridden up, “if you do not try?” 


“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMm” she screams, her head shaking from side to side as I feel her legs, the soft touch of the hose under my gloved hands as I move them around and between her legs.  As I brush the inside of her thigh, she calls out again “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” as I release her from the hogtie and throw her over my shoulder.  Picking up my rucksack, I carry her up the stairs, dropping her on her bed as I put my bag down.


“Mmmmmmmmmmm,” she calls out as she bounces on the bed, before I roll her onto her back and straddle her waist.  Removing the latex gloves, I slip my hands under her top and start to knead her beasts, watching her eyes as they open in shock, and then she goes “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”


Oh God - that does feel good, but it’s a masked perv doing it.  I wish I had kept my bra on now, but - oh, his fingers make me feel so good...

“How nice,” I say as I feel her bare flesh, then mover the top up so that her skin is exposed to the cool air.  Mt hands start to knead her chest, my fingers sinking into her soft flesh as I start to play her.  I can see the fear in her eyes, but that just excites me more.


“Don't be afraid Angela,” I say as I press in on her nipples, “this is your very lucky day.”  I pick up the knife again, hearing her cry of “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmm” and then the softer, almost relieved sound of “mmmmmmm” as I cut her top off and throw it to the side. “Sit up,” I command as I climb off her waist, retrieving more rope from my bag as she force herself up.


“mmmmmmmmmmmmmm” - such a wonderful sound her gagged mouth makes as I kneel behind her and start to wind more rope around her arms and body, above and below her breasts, forcing them up and out even as I force her arms into her side.


As the rope pulls my arms into my side, I have to fight the thrill that is starting to run through me, making me want to shiver and moan.  I am not going to give this bastard the pleasure of knowing just what he is doing to me...


“How does this make she feel Angela,” I say as I pull the two bands together behind her back.   She closes her eyes and moans “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" in the gag as I take more rope up and around her shoulders and neck, pulling the bands of rope still tighter as I tie them off.  I then reach round, smiling as my hands squeeze hard on her now enlarged breasts.


“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” she screams out. Her eyes wide as the rope has made her boobs much more sensitive.  I walk round the bed in front of her, taking the gag out of her mouth as I reach for the zip on my pants.


“OH GOD PLEASE NO,” she scrams as she looks at me.  “I'm not God, Angela,” I say as I stand on the bed. Holding the knife in my hand, I smile as I say “Take it.”  She tries to, but instead falls backwards onto the bed.  “Please,” she says with tears in her eyes as she looks at me, “If I have to do this put pillows on the floor undo my feet and let me kneel.”


“Why not,” I say as I throw some pillows on the floor, make my way down and cut her ankles free.  “On your knees, on the floor, Angela - now.”  Pulling her off the bed, I force her to kneel on the pillows as I stand in front of her, my erect cock in my hands. 


“Anything else before you start doing what I tell you to do?” I say as I watch her lick her lips.  She does not say a word, so I put my cock to her mouth and say “take it and suck.”


He is big, and I find myself involuntarily licking my lips.  As I kiss the tip, and then slowly suck him in, I hope and pray this is all he wants - that he will leave me alone after this.  I look up at him, hoping I am right...


She leans forward, her red lipsticked lips touching my head before she  leans in and slowly starts to suck it in.  I can see in her eyes what she is thinking .  “If I give this sick bastard the blow job of his life, he’ll go and leave me alone.”  As she starts to draw me in, I can feel the blood flow already starting to build, enlarging me from the five inches it was before to something more spectacular.  In her eyes I can see the surprise as she sucks me in, then pushes me out again.


The eyes never lie, you know - she may not want to do it, but with each sick in, each push out, she is beginning to enjoy it, to want to continue.  She even starts to hum, the vibrations flowing through my cock as it starts to throb.


MMmmmmmmmmmmm - I’m trying so hard to fight these feelings, these sensations, but the throbbing on my tongue, the feel at the back of my throat - my god it feels so good.  I suck him in and out, in and out, my lips popping  as he withdraws and then I draw him back in again.


His cock fills my mouth, driving my senses crazy as I try to bring him as quickly to climax as I can, wanting this to end, and yet not end at the same time...


The tip of it brushes against her throat, and to her credit she does not gag, instead moving her head with mine as I push forward with each suck, and pull back with each push.  Now it feels as if it is filling her whole mouth, her tongue like a velvet glove as it strokes the base of my cock.  I can feel the pressure starting to build to breaking point, so I withdraw it, hearing her gasp as she involuntarily leans forward and starts to draw it in again.


“Keep going, Angela,” I say as she does this, and her eyes tell the whole story.  “For god’s sake, just cum and leave me alone,” they say, but I hold on a little while longer, until I finally explode, holding her head as she sucks me dry, hoping this is the end of it.


The flow hits the back of my throat like a hot spring, and I keep swallowing, wanting to suck him as dry as possible.  That way, this will soon be over, and even if he ties me up and gags me nothing else will happen...


Eventually, she lets me go, and as I smile at her she says “you said that I should drain you, now please, just leave you bastard.”


“Language, Angela,” I say as I help her to her feet and turn her round, “I have something to give you instead.”  My hands go round her body and once again start to knead her breasts, my fingers playing with her nipples as I do so.


“Oh god no please they are sensitive,” she screams as I massage them.  Grabbing her head and pulling it back, I say “Do  I need to silence you again, Angela?”  She looks into my eyes, and snarls “fuck off you bastard -  aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh.”  The last scream comes as I pinch her nipple, and force the soaking wad of cloth back into her mouth.


As I secure the ends around her head, she lets out a low “mmmmmmmmmmm” as I push her back onto the bed, massaging her breasts and squeezing her nipples again and again.


“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” she says as he eyes start to glaze over - she is beginning to enjoy the feeling, her body responding as I feel them firm up under my hands.  Her eyes widen with shock, however, when I produce two little metal clamps, and fix one in place over each of her now firm and erect nipples.


AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA - that hurts.  Even as he attaches the other one, however, my body is telling me two things - and the second is how much I am turned on by this...


“You should not have screamed,” I say as her eyes widen in pain and - yes, excitement.  “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she says as she watches me pick up the knife, and look down at her skirt.


“mmmmmmmmmmm” she says, this time in an almost begging tone as I take the knife and cut away her skirt, my smile growing as I pull it away and see she has no underwear on.  Running my hands down the inside of her thighs, I hear her say “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm  mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as I run the knife up her leg, the flat of the blade against her skin, and then cut away the gusset on her pantyhose, my lips kissing her belly button as I do this.


“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she says as I gently pull the hose apart over her crotch.  “Mmmmmmm - she are a wicked girl, Angela,” I say as my fingers lightly stroke you there, eliciting a sound of “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as my fingers play with your pussy.  It’s no longer a moan of fear, of complaint, but something different, something warmer, something - arousing.


As his fingers tease and play with me, I can feel myself cuming a little, a dampness spreading between my legs as he strokes my bare clit.  I can’t help the moans that escape from my gagged mouth, as I try to fight, but feel myself folding instead...


She looks at me, and her eyes tell me she has seen that I for one have recovered, as I stroke her legs and gently pull them apart, moving my body between them.  As my fingers begin to tease her pussy and clit, she lets out a loud moan of “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as I do so.


“I hope you are ready, Angela,” I say as I look at you, the tip of my cock brushing against you as you scream “madsmfmasdfmasdmfmasdmfasdmfasd,” your legs kicking and your back arching at the feeling.  “Good,” I say as I look up and move in, penetrating she with ease.


“mmmmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” she said as I pushed my cock into her pussy with ease, her eyes widening and then closing again as she started to grip me.  “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” was the next sound, as her body started to move in time with my thrusting, and I could see in her eyes the feelings of pleasure that were starting to flow through her, even as she tries to resist it.


This is wrong, so wrong, and yet I’m loving the feel of him inside me, the feel as he penetrates and rapes me, and I can’t help it as I start to move with him, wanting it to last for as long as possible.


I feel the throbbing inside me, feel my fluids flow over him, and start to respond, moving in time to his thrusting, gripping him inside as hard as I can.


I slip slightly out, then push back in again, the throbbing on my cock starting to build as I feel her body responding despite herself.  “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she calls out, but I start to stroke her beasts again, and then lean down and kiss them, making her eyes soften as she finally yields to the sensation.


“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she calls out as she starts to wrap her legs around my body, welcoming me in as I throb more and more, and I feel her start to cum.  Perhaps she is going to feel relief at my release, thinking it is over - in which case, she is about to be very surprised.


I want him - God help me, I want him to fuck me hard and long, to make me feel absolutely helpless as I wrap my legs round him.  I can feel him starting to cum, the throbbing in me building to a crescendo...


I pull out and roll her over, pushing her legs up so that she is kneeling on the bed.  She turns to give me a quizzical look, then screams  “NGGGGGGGGGGGGGDDDDDDDDDD” as she feels me pushing my cock into her ass.


OH....... MY....... GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I never knew it could feel like this, a she presses down hard from behind on my pelvis, and I feel myself starting to cum, my body juices flowing out of me and down my leg even as he makes me want to scream out.


I can feel him building in my rear passage, and start to cry as the pressure becomes almost impossible to bear...


“This is what I really love doing, Angela,” I say as she screams out, my cock filling her as she starts to buck at my pushing to and fro.  It is not long before I see a flow down her legs, and she screams “PLSSSSDNTTTMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMGDDDDDDDDDD” as I ejaculate into her, forcing myself further in as I do so.


Eventually, I pull out as she collapses onto her side, looking at me through tear stained eyes.  I pull my pants up, and cross her ankles, binding them tightly together and then her legs below her knees.


Uhhh........ Uhhhh...........  Please, Lord, let this be over, let this be the end, let him leave me alone in my shame and my exhausted pleasure.....


As she looks at me, I check the ropes, and then go downstairs, returning a moment later with her mobile phone.  Looking through her contacts, I say “It was Nadja, wasn’t it” before I compose a message and send it to her.


“I just told her she has to come over,” I say as I put the phone down, “It’s an emergency.  Now, do I stay to should I go?”  I look in your fear filled eyes, enjoying the feeling of control as you lie there.  On a whim, I pick up a second scarf and tie it tightly over her eyes, wathcign her as she squirms round.


Fuck - he’s called Nadja?  What if she comes - what if he’s still here when she comes?  I start to thrash round, desperately trying to free myself, get the gag out of my mouth, get the blindfold off.  Anything, anything to stop what I fear might happen...




Twenty minutes later, I watch as the other woman from today gets out of her car.  She’s not dressed in the clothes from earlier, but instead is wearing a more traditional form of dress, her tunic sparkling in the street light as her pants sway in the breeze.  It shows off her body as she walks to the garage door, licking my lips.  As she opens it and goes in, I take a coin out of my pocket.  Heads, I go and she finds Angela.  Tails, I head back in.


I watch the coin as it spins in the air, wondering which way it will land...







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