Chapter 2

I was still pretty shaky. I had to force myself to concentrate on my driving as I made my way out of town to my small condominium about five miles away. I made it to my place in an almost trance like state.

Once reached, I pulled into the parking lot and parked. It was a basement carpark and I chose a quiet corner. I sat in my car for a long time, trying to think. Was I really going to do this for that pervert? Was I going to let him determine what I wore? I knew that if I did, if I dressed the way he demanded, I will have surrendered. I decided I have to stop it before things got out of hand.

“No, I will not submit to some silly blackmail,” I told myself. “Whoever saw me masturbating and took photos of it will not be able to take advantage of me, a married woman.”

With newfound confidence, I took off my skimpy outfit and quickly changed to the one I had worn from home. I even took the heels off. That pervert must be so pissed and upset if he saw me now. Good haha!

Walking past the young guys at the foot of the block beside mine, I ignored the usual stares and lewd names that were called out. As usual I felt the familiar sense of fear, and my skin crawling. I endured the unwanted attention and finally reached my condo and my doorstep.

What happened next was still a blur. The moment I unlocked my door, a man pushed me from behind, before closing it behind him. It was already too late for me to escape. He spun me around, facing him. He was wearing a ski mask. I could only see his piercing angry eyes and lips.

“Let me go or I will scream!” I cried. “Get out of my way!”

The masked man just smirked down at me, where I was standing on shaky legs. In a deep, quiet and taunting voice he said, “I don’t think so Jenny. I don’t think you will scream. You know you will be hurt if you do. Now what I want to know is, why aren’t you dressed the way I tell you to, bitch.”

I shook my head and my voice broke as I tried once more to demand that he let me go. I was very frightened!

“As you can’t follow a simple instruction, I’m leaving you with another outfit that you have to wear tomorrow,” he said, throwing a small bag on the floor.

His hand came up and caressed my hair and my neck. Then his finger traced a path over my face, ending at my lips. He stood watching me as his finger moved over my mouth.

“You have a very pretty face Jenny. Or should I call you Mrs Steele as a sign of respect,” he taunted me. “You have a very pretty face and a very sexy body. I’d hate to rearrange that face of yours.”

He then poked my mouth with his index finger. “Suck it,” he said.

I shook my head again but I didn’t move as he gently but firmly inserted his large finger into my mouth like a cock. He moved it in and out slowly, all the while staring at my face.

I wanted desperately to scream, to run. But I feared for my safety so I did nothing as he stood there molesting me at his leisure.

He watched me accepting his finger in my mouth for a moment and then he said, “I bet it has been a long time since you sucked a cock, hasn’t it Mrs Steele?”

I shuddered in revulsion at the very idea of it. It was such a nasty thing to do! I had only been with one man in my life, Gary. I ever sucked his dick when we were newly weds but that was a long time ago. The idea of taking this pervert’s cock in my mouth was simply unimaginable!

I started to moan as he slipped in his finger again, caressing my tongue and molars. I hate to admit it, but my young 29 year old body started to get turned on.

The worst thing was, as I was squirming and moaning with his finger still in my mouth, he realised it too.

“It bothers the fuck out of you that this turns you on, doesn’t it? Look at you, sweet, prim and proper Mrs Jenny Steele. Here you are, getting all hot and bothered by a gang of horny teenagers. You can’t stand being in this situation with all of these people. You are terrified of us.”

I could just reply with a silly “mmmm mmmm.”

He went on, “Well, don’t worry Mrs Steele. I am going to do you a favour. I am going to help you get over your fear. In exchange, here is what you have to do for me. When you go to work tomorrow you had best not be wearing a bra. Do YOU understand me?”

I stared at him in disbelief for moment and then I surrendered again. I nodded. He smiled and said, “Good girl.”

Then he pushed away from the wall and moved over in front of me and reached down and started lifting my skirt.

I squeaked in fear, but I made no move as he folded my skirt slowly up to my upper thigh, stopping just as it was about to reach my crotch. He looked down and said, “This is how long I want your skirts from now on. This is important Mrs Steele. If you don’t go to work dressed the way that I tell you then I am going to have to alter your clothing. You don’t want me to have to do that.”

I looked down and made a mental note of the exact measurement he wanted. I wouldn’t dare to get it wrong.

He kept taunting me by my surname, as if to put me in my place. It was unnecessary. I was already terrified. I already knew my place. I nodded again as I noted how much of my thighs were exposed. I had not worn a mini skirt since high school. I was a modest person and I had never really been comfortable in them.

He finally took out his finger from my mouth. My relief though was short-lived as he then probed it towards my panties covered crotch.

“No, please, you don’t have to do this ... I am so sorry I didn’t wear the outfit you gave, but I’ll wear it the next time round, and all my skirts will be as short as you required, Sir,” I pleaded, fighting back tears. I held his arms, trying to push it away.

“Put your arms down. Put them down or I’ll break them.”

I got so scared I obeyed! I let my hands fall to my sides and groaned in fear as his finger moved around my crotch, easily peeling off the fabric covering my already drenched clitoris, and then up into the sacred hole that was only meant for myself and my husband.

Even though I was wet, the sudden insertion of his fingers into my pussy still hurts. I covered my mouth with my hands, letting out a muffled scream.

“You’re drenched Mrs Steele. Your juices are literally dripping all over my hand,” he said coolly. He began unzipping his jeans with his other hand. Oh my God, I am going to be raped in my own home!

I managed to choke out a reply. “No. Please, leave me alone, my husband is coming home any moment. I’m not turned on.”

I was so scared that I thought I was going to faint. I knew for a fact that my pussy was betraying me. I don’t know why my body was reacting this way.

I then did a mistake. A mistake I shall never forgive myself. I looked downward, and in that moment I saw the biggest cock I have seen in my life.

I moaned in despair. Yet I couldn’t take my eyes from the large organ protruding out of my tormentor’s jeans. I just stared for a minute, not even really thinking. Until he said, “Mrs Steele, put it in.” I ignored, still mesmerised by a cock that huge.

“JENNY STEELE!” he said again, in a voice that told me that he was becoming impatient.

What choice do I have. My husband was coming home from buying the groceries and I wouldn’t want him to see his wife being fucked in our home. A home that we should be safe in, safe from all the young men outside who were lusting over me.

Without thinking much any longer I grabbed that monster and guided it into my pussy. I wasn’t sure if it would fit but, like I mentioned, I had no choice.

“Ughhhh!” I screamed, looking at my rapist with terror.

His giant sized organ entered me and when he pulled it out again it was glistening with my juices. As disgusting as he was, as humiliating as this situation was, I couldn’t deny that his cock felt very good. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed that feeling of a real cock in my pussy.

With Gary, I had that feeling but it was years ago. Gary couldn’t get his small cock risen again since then, and as a result I had forgotten how the feeling was.

My rapist’s strokes became more and more violent and he was getting his wish. I was nearing to a massive orgasm myself, and thankfully he didn’t lasts long. Spurts of hot cum filled up my pussy, and with spurts that powerful I imagined some would reach directly into my fertile womb. I shuddered thinking I might get pregnant with my rapist’s child.

What would Gary think of me?

My orgasm was certainly coming and though I fought against it with all my might I was soon shivering and sobbing and cumming all at the same time.

I cried out when I came, and would have fallen to the floor if I had not reached out to support myself on his shoulder. My juices, mixed with his cum, flowed onto my parquet floor.

He left without telling me his name.

That night, my husband, Gary, prepared dinner. I told him I was feeling sick and needed to rest. Which was the truth.

Gary was a good cook, a trait only a few husbands have. He proudly brought out the dishes onto the dinner table, and lovingly held my arm towards the dining area. It smelt delicious.

“Wow darling, I am so impressed!” It was spaghetti for dinner, with roasted chicken. It was simply mouth watering.

We huddled close, fed each other lovingly, and had a truly romantic time together. It made me forget the day’s events. We kissed, hugged and he played with my nipples gently, with so much love and care.

Oh how I wished I could be safe in my home with Gary every day!

“Honey, I’ll be reporting to work slightly late tomorrow. Don’t wait for me ok?” I told Gary when we were tucked in our bed, switching the lights off. I had to wear the skimpy outfit that my rapist had given me the next day, so I had to avoid Gary.

“Yes of course my darling wife, make sure you have your breakfast before you leave,” he replied.

I contemplated whether I should tell him my troubles, and the fact had been raped just awhile ago. I had no heart to tell him, I did not want to hurt him. I love him too much to do that.