This is story is for mature readers only. It features non-consensual sex, non-consensual bondage and violence. Joan and I do not encourage anyone to emulate this scene, and we only practice safe consensual bondage. We hope you enjoy this fiction as it is a fairly accurate version of some of the role play Joan and I indulge in nearly every weekend. Any constructive criticism is always appreciated. We are not professional authors, and we do not know what people like to read. We will be posting the photos that inspired this story tomorrow.

Paul was a serial rapist. He would attack several different women over a few months interval and then relocate to a different state. He was very careful, very clever and very smart. He had avoided any police attention for years, having successfully violated close to a hundred women without being arrested. Paul had begun assaulting women in his 40’s but now he was in his middle 50’s. After a six month stay in Ohio, where he had attacked four women, he moved to a small city in Utah.

While shopping for groceries he spotted a potential victim. She was older, maybe in the late 60’s early 70’s. The woman was short, maybe 5’ 4” and delightfully curvy. She had large breasts, easily DD or maybe DDD and had a confident and powerful air about her. Her hair was mostly brown with just a splash of gray in the front. Her face was relatively unlined and quite lovely. Paul wanted her badly.

He trailed her to the parking lot and then unobtrusively followed her to her home. He wrote down her tag number and her address, determined to find out all he could about this new potential conquest. Through illicit dark web searches, he found all the information he needed. She was a widow named Joan, aged 70, living alone. Her children lived out of state and her social media accounts indicated they seldom visited. She was a perfect victim for Paul’s awful intentions.

Paul got his supplies and waited in the woods behind Joan’s house for several evenings, eager to strike at just the right time. His inspection of her home revealed a house far removed from neighbors and no surveillance cameras, a big plus for him. After several nights on stakeout, he noticed Joan left one evening and he decided the time was right to strike. An accomplished locksmith, Paul got into the house through the back door in minutes. He carefully inspected the home and decided where to hide while awaiting her return. An hour or so later, he heard Joan’s car returning. He returned to his hiding spot in a small bedroom closet and waited for Joan to enter and settle down. After 20 minutes of waiting, he donned a mask, silently emerged and began stalking quietly through the house. He came upon Joan working at her desk in her home office.

Paul lunged for her as a soft creak of the floorboards gave away his presence. Joan turned, a shocked look on her face. She got out one panicked shriek of fear before Paul struck her with a brutal blow to her neck. (Author’s note: Don’t attempt this kind of thing in real life. This only works in the movies. Hitting someone hard enough to knock them out will either kill them or cause a concussion or some other kind of brain damage. Joan has never been hit. All our role play involves faux violence only!) She crumpled onto her desk, out like a light. He grabbed her phone and quickly copied her address book into his phone. Important for later blackmail!

Paul gathered her up into his arms, carried her back to the master bedroom and deposited her onto the bed. Paul looked at the sexy senior sprawled in front of him and lamented the pajamas and T-shirt she was wearing. He knew that he had some time before the old girl regained consciousness, so he decided to dress her up in a more appealing way. He stripped her, fondling her in most intimate ways, and then began to dress her in seductive lingerie he had found in her dresser during his earlier inspection of the house. He slid some beautiful stockings on her juicy, luscious legs, slid a nice pair of heels onto her feet and wrestled her into a sexy chemise and sheer panties. He even found an old pair of huge round glasses he particularly liked. Those completed her look. She was now an absolute dream of mature sexy damsel. Paul could hardly wait to get her bound, gagged and fucked.

He rolled her onto her back and spread her limbs widely. Paul dumped his bag of bondage supplies onto the floor. He fished out a pair of leather fist mittens and pulled them onto Joan’s hands. The fist mittens were short and when applied they forced the damsel’s hands into tight fists, surrounded by the soft leather padding inside the mitten. They were inescapable and were Paul’s favorite way to make a victim feel totally helpless. He strapped them onto Joan’s wrists and added small padlocks to ensure they remained on her hands. He used some strong nylon rope to tie her arms spread widely and tied down to the iron bed frame. Next, he trapped her slim ankles in stout leather cuffs, again locking them on with padlocks. A second pair of ropes had the helpless victim’s legs spread and tied down to the bedframe. A third pair of ropes encircled her lovely thighs, spread them, and further added to Joan’s bondage. She was spread eagled, inescapably bound to her own bed! Just as he tied her thighs down to the bed frame, Joan began to stir.

“Ohhh, my neck,” she muttered. “My head is pounding what’s going...” Her voice trailed off as she struggled to open her eyes. She pulled a bit on the ropes holding her down. She came fully awake and raised her head. When she saw that she was tied down to the bed, Joan opened her mouth and let out a scream. “Noooo,” she howled. “Help! Help me, someone!” Paul responded in a flash with a sharp slap across her face. “You will stop that screaming now, or I will cut your throat,” he threatened, waving a long knife in front of his victim. “If you want to live you had better just shut up. I won’t hurt you if you just be quiet and accept what is going to happen to you.” Joan instantly went silent, terrified of the stranger in her home.