PROLOGUE
Thursday April 10th 2008
6AM
Hand reaching for the lock, Angel clutched her keys ready to step into the house
after a long night’s work unaware of the figure approaching her from behind.
‘Not a word darling.’ A dull whisper emerged from the balaclava that concealed the
stranger’s face.
Angel turned to face the man who now loomed over her like a shadow; his face
completely covered and wearing a dark jumper and jeans whilst carrying a small leather
bag, it was impossible for her to take in any further detail.
The man quickly beckoned with his hand toward my helpless wife and obediently she
handed him her door keys allowing him to unlock the door and shove her inside. Without
delay our front door was closed behind Angel and the faceless intruder locked it securely
behind him leaving the keys in the lock. Turning to face Angel the stranger then took her
by the arm, guiding her into the front living room. With the curtains closed, they had
complete privacy.
‘Strip.’ Angel’s orders were concise and direct.
‘My family are asleep upstairs.’ Angel’s voice was shaky showing her fear for the
mysterious man standing before her.
‘Now’ was the response.
Nervously Angel slipped her shoes from her feet before raising her fingers toward
the buttons on her blouse ‘what do you want?’ she asked tentatively.
Hurriedly, the assailant tossed his bag to the floor and approached his victim.
‘No time!’ he shrieked at Angel. Large hands took hold of her blouse and efficiently tore
it from her, tossing it to the ground. Then, wasting not further time, Angel’s trousers
were unfastened and ripped from her with equal ease. Standing back from his prize, the
attacker admired my wife standing before him in just her bra and panties. ‘Would you like
me to remove those too?’ he asked aggressively.
Angel shook her head in response but made no effort to take off her underwear.
Trembling and unable to move, Angel’s fear consumed her as she stood before her adversary
in defiance.
Again, the man approached Angel and seized the straps of her bra with both hands,
‘your choice’ he smirked before mercilessly tearing the garment from its place. Next, his
chunky fingers lowered and with one hand he yanked her delicate knickers away to reveal
the mass of hair between Angel’s legs. Jacqui had recently instructed Angel to allow her
pubic hair to grow again and that she must for now remain unshaved.
My wife’s naked frame pressed against the stranger as he pushed himself closer to
her. ‘If I scream, my husband will hear!’ Angel yelled at the man as his hands began
caressing her small breasts.
‘I’m not sure you live up to the promise, but you will do. I’m Carl by the way.’
The man seemed relaxed making his introduction.
‘What promise?’ Angel asked in her confusion.
Carl laughed at his new toy as he crushed her nipples between his finger tips
forcing Angel to squeal in pain. ‘No more talking slut. You do as I say now without
question. If you fail to do so I will hurt you. Oh, and by the way, your family aren’t
here to save you, so please, without stalling anymore, take me to your bedroom before the
others get her.’
Angel looked confused ‘Others?’
Without thought Carl struck Angel across her face with a vicious blow after
removing the cloth that covered his face. ‘Bedroom. Now!’
CHAPTER ONE
Stranger in My Bed
Thursday April 10th 2008
6.15AM
Discreetly I followed my wife and her tormentor as they entered our bedroom.
Waiting cautiously by the door I peered through an opening to get a satisfactory view of
events as they progressed.
With increasing submission, Angel allowed her attacker to push her toward the full
length mirror on the far side of the room. Forced to look at her naked body, I could see
my wife’s expression of dissatisfaction as she gazed onto her reflection.
‘Do you not like what you see?’ asked Carl empathically.
‘Do you?’ Angel inquired promptly.
‘That’s not what I asked. You will be severely punished if you carry on this
behaviour. You need to realise who’s in control you stupid bitch.’ Carl had became
angered by my wife’s bid to hold a mutual conversation, yet could see clearly how his
aggression aroused his subject as her nipples slowly stiffened.
‘I can’t understand why anyone would fancy this body’ Angel whimpered in self pity
‘it’s disgusting, flabby and I have no tits!’ The disgust in Angel’s tone was beyond my
comprehension as she commented on her own physique.
‘Do you think I fancy you Angel?’ As Carl mentioned her name, a look of dread
appeared on his victim.
‘How do you know my name?’ Angel had once again avoided her master’s question and
asked one of her own. Shoved hard against the mirror, my wife was shown the consequence
of her defiance as her tormentor squashed her between his large body and the cold sheet of
glass. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I think you may have fancied me before I was
stripped. You probably thought I was okay looking and slim with a curvy figure. Now I’m
naked, you can see that the curves are just folds of flab, I’m covered in stretch marks,
and my bra does a great job of supporting my boobs. It all just hangs.’
‘What do you want me to do with your naked body Angel?’ Carl had a feint grin as
he placed Angel’s destiny in her own hands.
‘I don’t think I have a choice!’ Angel’s head bowed as her oppressor moved away
slightly.
‘And if you did?’
‘I don’t want you to hurt me!’ Tears formed on Angel as she began warming to the
intruder.
‘That’s exactly what I’m gonna do if you don’t answer my fuckin’ questions
straight! One more time…what would you like me to do?’ Carl stamped his authority with
relentless force in his voice.
‘Rape me!’ Angel cried in despair as she confessed her fantasy.
I found my wife’s answer hard to comprehend. Her new sex life with Jacqui had been
facilitated originally by a need and had clearly released some serious repressed urges
from deep within Angel. But this was quite different, Angel was now held captive in her
own house by a stranger who had stripped her and already beaten her. She had no idea I
was in the house and so with a sense of being alone with Carl who could do as he wished;
Angel was willing to invite him to fuck her.
In a flash, Carl pressed Angel to her knees and unzipped his trousers, releasing
his large cock instantly. ‘Open your mouth whore!’
Obediently Angel allowed her assailant to force his penis deep into her mouth as he
took a firm hold of her hair. As she gagged in distress, my wife’s mouth was fucked hard
by the stranger and she steadied her body grabbing his legs tightly in her fists. Hard
and fast, Carl pumped at Angel, forcing further toward her throat with every motion.
Angel’s eyes were wild, and she was unable to think of anything other than delivering this
man’s pleasure. Tightening her lips, it wasn’t long before Angel matched the rhythm
forced upon her and began to help Carl toward his goal.
Groaning a low tone rumbled from Carl as he delivered his load into Angel’s mouth.
As he thrust with a firm, steady stabbing manner a sinister laugh emerged from Carl. ‘On
the bed. Lie on your belly.’
Again, Angel behaved as instructed, rising quickly and assuming her position whilst
Carl fastened his jeans. The slave had returned in Angel and she lay silently as her new
master bound her tiny wrists with the belt from her dressing gown. As Angel’s arms were
secured, Carl pulled the loose end of the belt tight and fastened it around her neck.
Carl rolled his toy onto her back before lifting her to sit comfortably on the edge
of the bed. Reaching down, Carl picked up the bag he had brought with him and unfastened
it hastily. Withdrawing a woollen hat first, Angel’s face was completely covered as the
stranger placed it over her head. Next, Carl pulled a pair of pliers from the bag and set
to work torturing my wife.
Screaming in pain, Angel flinched wildly when Carl pinched at the fold of skin
around her tummy. Angel became more disturbed as the pliers bit hard and fast, starting
at her middle before moving between her legs. As her labia were viciously clamped several
times into the teeth of the tool, Angel maintained her posture whilst crying aloud in
response to her attacker.
Removing the pliers from his victim Carl faced Angel ‘Did you say you didn’t like
your tits?’
‘No please. No. No. No!’ Angel yelled as her tormentor snapped the pliers onto
her nipples one at a time. Each provoked by hard biting motions, my wife’s nipples soon
firmed enough that Carl could take his next move.
Lastly, Carl lifted two clothes pegs from within his bag and fastened them onto
Angel’s erect nipples. Standing back, Carl gazed across Angel as she sat on the edge of
the bed; arms tied behind her, hooded so she couldn’t see and with pegs attached to her
nipples, my wife was powerless to resist her humiliation as her tormentor looked on in
triumph. Removing a camera from his bag before tossing it over to the other side of the
room, Carl photographed his subject whilst she sat quietly and patiently awaiting further
degradation. Pushing Angel to lay on her back, Carl took a couple more snaps before
placing the camera on the bedside table. Gently Carl reached forward, caressing Angel
between her legs.
Angel groaned in delight whilst Carl prodded softly at her labia, very slowly
beginning to push his fingers between her juicy lips. ‘Please Carl. Fuck me.’ As her
master easily slipped two of his fingers inside her vagina, Angel tossed her head back
releasing a loud moan.
Making little movement, Carl tested Angel’s resilience as he simply inserted more
of another finger inside her. ‘I’m not going to fuck you, but you will be treated as the
worthless slut you are.’
Bucking on the bed sheets, Angel was defeated as she instantly began to come.
Overwhelmed by her vulnerability to the intruder, my wife’s orgasm gushed between her legs
and across Carl’s hand as he withdrew.
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