More Excitement (M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Fri Nov 22, 2013 6:11 pm

The kids were off to school and her husband had left for work. After another hectic morning of getting her family organized and out the door it was time for Jill to sit down with a cup of coffee and relax. She was just about down to the last sip when a noise from the garage got her attention. She cursed her husband. At least once a week he leaves the garage door open and the neighbor’s cat gets in. She was tempted to ignore it and let him clean up the resulting mess but she knew that he would find some way to con her into it so she decided to minimize the damage and chase the cat out.

She opened the side door to the garage from the house and could see from there that the big door was closed. Maybe the cat got in before he could close it. She switched on the lights and entered. She had only taken two steps when she heard the door slam behind her. Before she could turn an arm wrapped her in a tight bear hug and a hand clamped down over her mouth. She screamed but only a muffled moan was heard.

Her assailant dropped the hand from her mouth and used both arms to lift her from the floor. She tried to scream again but the result was the same. She realized that he had a piece of duct tape in his hand that was now sealing her mouth shut. He carried her to the work bench; she kicked at him all the way but with only a pair of slippers on her efforts had little effect.

He pushed her face down onto the bench. She had to turn her head to avoid smashing her nose. Pain shot through her chest as her breasts were crushed under the weight of the two of them. Her feet didn’t reach the floor so she had no leverage to push back. He grabbed her wrists and roughly wrestled them behind her. She could feel it biting in as he wrapped something around her wrists. Even while in total distress a random thought popped into her head and she was thinking “it feels like he’s using a bungee cord.”

In fact he had used a bungee and after knotting it tightly he reached under her and started to undo her jeans. She cringed as she helplessly followed his progress. First the button, then the zipper and then she could feel them slipping over her hips as he pulled them down. The cool air gave her goose bumps on her exposed thighs. The jeans had pulled off her slippers and left her bare foot.

He lifted her onto the bench and rolled her onto her back. She tried to see him but she was being jerked around too much. Once she was on the bench he spun her around lengthwise and grabbed an ankle. She tried to kick it free but his grip was too strong. In just a few seconds the foot was not moving. She lifted her head and could see that fastened onto the corner of the bench was a large C-clamp. He had zip tied her ankle to it. On the other corner was a second one and soon she was spread wide and helpless.

He stood at the end of the bench looking at her. A ski mask hid his face. She used every ounce of energy she could find but could not escape her bonds. She was at his mercy. He climbed up onto the bench, kneeling between her thighs. Using a pair of pruning shears he cut off her panties. He then undid his pants, pulled down his boxers and took hold of a massive erection. She lay back and closed her eyes.
‘Hey honey’ he said ‘I’ll bet you thought I wasn’t listening when you said you wanted more excitement in our marriage.’ The words hit her like a slap in the face and she looked up as he pulled off the ski mask. Unable to speak she thought to herself ‘Tim you’re a bloody idiot, this is not what I meant.’

He lowered himself onto her and as he entered her he whispered into her ear ‘Guess what Jill; it’s tool time!’