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garage and settled down to wait. I heard the garage door open, her
car drive in, and the garage door closed.
I peak thru the laundry room door crack as
she entered and punched in her alarm code. When she turned and
started to walk into the kitchen, I sprang out of the laundry room
and slipped a large heavy duffle bag over her head and drew it down
over her arms. I wrapped duct tape tightly around her body,
trapping her inside the bag. I picked her up over my shoulder, wen
to her bedroom and threw her down on bed. I was glad I had
inherited my size from my mother’s side of the family; my father
had only been 5’ 9’ tall, while I was 6’2”.
I had tied ropes to the bed post earlier; I
rolled her on her back, sat astraddle of her stomach facing her
feet. I got a rope end from the foot of the bed and wrapped it
around her ankle twice, then tied it in a knot. She was fighting me
and trying to yell, but the duffle bag and duct tape had her arms
secure, plus her yells were muffle by the thick heavy bag. I
grabbed her free foot, pulled it over wide towards the other bed
post and tied that foot down.
I got up, turned to face the head of the
bed, sat back down over her stomach. I got the duct tape, lifted
her head and began to wrap it around her neck, I only wrapped the
bag tight enough to prevent it coming off until I was ready for
that. I wanted her to be unable to see anything. This would help
terrorize her and add to her fears. I took her left arm, it
normally being the weaker arm. Bent it back to the top bed post, I
used a slip knot to tie her left wrist. I rose up enough to use a
knife to cut the duct tape around her body. I dropped the knife
seized her right arm and forced it up to the corner of the bed. I
tied this knot more securely. I untied her left wrist, drew that
arm up and retied it.
She was crying and begging me not to hurt
her, she offered me money and her jewelry if I would take it and
leave. I had not spoken or uttered a sound. I took my knife and
began to cut her clothes off.
I dragged the cut and ripped clothes off her
lower body, she was a real babe for sure. I sort of understood why
my father had to have her. She had a perfectly shaven pussy, I
assume she had it waxed, it was totally void of any hair.
I put my hands on her knees and very slowly
slid my hands up her legs. I turned my hands down inside her thighs
as they rose higher. She was crying now, she knew money and jewelry
wouldn’t save her from being raped. When my hands was right up
almost touching her pussy, I began to knead my fingers on her
thighs, I was forcing her to acknowledge her attacker was
deliberately taunting and teasing her. I removed my hands from her
thighs and waited till I felt her began to relax. I bent back my
middle finger, held the tip back with my thumb, then thumped her as
hard as I could right on her clit.
She screamed and bucked her hips up, trying
to break free. I thumped her hard several more times till her clit
was turning a dark red. I left her, went to get some water and left
her waiting all tied up and helpless, unable to see anything.
Tiffany still had on her blouse and bra,
plus the duffle bag had her upper half covered. I retrieved my bag
of goodies and spread them on the bed near her waist. I crawled
over her to reach for the night stand, I opened the sliding drawer
and removed her small Slim line vibrator. I turned it on so she
could hear the buzzing sound. I pressed it to her head hard enough
she could feel the vibrations and drew it down her body and left it
lying on her mound.
I left it there for a second, picked up a
big 10” vibrator that had a 2” diameter. I dangled and teased her
pussy and clit with her Slimline model. I used my fingers to open
her slit and rubbed the Slimline up and down her slit a few times.
I lay the Slimline down and picked up the big vibrator, turned it
on slow where it wasn’t as loud as the Slim line. I held her pussy
lips apart, aimed and lined up the big vibrator tip to
garage and settled down to wait. I heard the garage door open, her
car drive in, and the garage door closed.
I peak thru the laundry room door crack as
she entered and punched in her alarm code. When she turned and
started to walk into the kitchen, I sprang out of the laundry room
and slipped a large heavy duffle bag over her head and drew it down
over her arms. I wrapped duct tape tightly around her body,
trapping her inside the bag. I picked her up over my shoulder, wen
to her bedroom and threw her down on bed. I was glad I had
inherited my size from my mother’s side of the family; my father
had only been 5’ 9’ tall, while I was 6’2”.
I had tied ropes to the bed post earlier; I
rolled her on her back, sat astraddle of her stomach facing her
feet. I got a rope end from the foot of the bed and wrapped it
around her ankle twice, then tied it in a knot. She was fighting me
and trying to yell, but the duffle bag and duct tape had her arms
secure, plus her yells were muffle by the thick heavy bag. I
grabbed her free foot, pulled it over wide towards the other bed
post and tied that foot down.
I got up, turned to face the head of the
bed, sat back down over her stomach. I got the duct tape, lifted
her head and began to wrap it around her neck, I only wrapped the
bag tight enough to prevent it coming off until I was ready for
that. I wanted her to be unable to see anything. This would help
terrorize her and add to her fears. I took her left arm, it
normally being the weaker arm. Bent it back to the top bed post, I
used a slip knot to tie her left wrist. I rose up enough to use a
knife to cut the duct tape around her body. I dropped the knife
seized her right arm and forced it up to the corner of the bed. I
tied this knot more securely. I untied her left wrist, drew that
arm up and retied it.
She was crying and begging me not to hurt
her, she offered me money and her jewelry if I would take it and
leave. I had not spoken or uttered a sound. I took my knife and
began to cut her clothes off.
I dragged the cut and ripped clothes off her
lower body, she was a real babe for sure. I sort of understood why
my father had to have her. She had a perfectly shaven pussy, I
assume she had it waxed, it was totally void of any hair.
I put my hands on her knees and very slowly
slid my hands up her legs. I turned my hands down inside her thighs
as they rose higher. She was crying now, she knew money and jewelry
wouldn’t save her from being raped. When my hands was right up
almost touching her pussy, I began to knead my fingers on her
thighs, I was forcing her to acknowledge her attacker was
deliberately taunting and teasing her. I removed my hands from her
thighs and waited till I felt her began to relax. I bent back my
middle finger, held the tip back with my thumb, then thumped her as
hard as I could right on her clit.
She screamed and bucked her hips up, trying
to break free. I thumped her hard several more times till her clit
was turning a dark red. I left her, went to get some water and left
her waiting all tied up and helpless, unable to see anything.
Tiffany still had on her blouse and bra,
plus the duffle bag had her upper half covered. I retrieved my bag
of goodies and spread them on the bed near her waist. I crawled
over her to reach for the night stand, I opened the sliding drawer
and removed her small Slim line vibrator. I turned it on so she
could hear the buzzing sound. I pressed it to her head hard enough
she could feel the vibrations and drew it down her body and left it
lying on her mound.
I left it there for a second, picked up a
big 10” vibrator that had a 2” diameter. I dangled and teased her
pussy and clit with her Slimline model. I used my fingers to open
her slit and rubbed the Slimline up and down her slit a few times.
I lay the Slimline down and picked up the big vibrator, turned it
on slow where it wasn’t as loud as the Slim line. I held her pussy
lips apart, aimed and lined up the big vibrator tip to
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