That evening Haley, Steve, and Roger were all out of the house and Stan was in the kitchen and didn’t want to be bothered so I decided to relax with a nice bubble bath.
I lit some candles and dimmed the lights. I added in some bubble bath that I bought special in Saudi Arabia and soon the room was filled with the perfumed smell of Kalif’s palace. Lounging in the hot, soapy water I was transported back to that poolside, surrounded by beautiful women. As I rubbed the bubbles over my chest I lost myself in those memories.
My hands clenched my breasts as I imagined all those sweet hands once again all over my body. Their gentle kisses and the tingling caresses. My fingers had just brushed over my clit when suddenly rough gloved hands grabbed my shoulders.
A man with a dark hat and a cloth over his face dragged me out of the tub and dropped me, naked, onto the floor.
“Stan! Stan! Help!” I scrambled away from my attacker.
“Francine! It’s ok, just do what he says!” Stan yelled from somewhere downstairs.
I laid there on the floor helpless, the bubbles doing little to cover my nudity as they dripped to the floor.
The robber loomed over me but held his gaze to my baby blues, “Just do as Stan says, lady.”
I nodded my head, slowly stood up, and waited to be raped. I had freely done dozens of men, I had even been roughly used by a pair of FBI agents, but I had never been actually raped before. He grabbed my hand and dragged me back into the bedroom.
“Get dressed lady.”
“What? Why?” the surprise overrode my fear. “Aren’t you going to… you know?”
He shook his head, “That’s not what I’m supposed to do.”
I grabbed my dress and held it to my body. He kept averting his gaze, though his eyes did linger a bit on my chest when he did look…
How could he not want to rape me?! Now, this was unacceptable!
I let the dress fall back to the floor and I ran a hand down over my breast to cup it while pinching my nipple slightly to get it to stand erect. “You know, If you promise not to hurt Stan I won’t fight you.”
His jaw dropped as he finally took in my nakedness. He looked back and forth from me to the door, eventually shaking his head and staring at the floor, “N-No, you um. You have to come downstairs.”
Masturbating for even a few moments had brought back my longing with a vengeance, being denied through that week of torture, and then Stan not touching me after we got home… was just too much. This man was certainly was no Kalif, but he was at least in reasonable shape. I had no idea how he could have gotten the better of my Stan, especially with how shaken he had become at my offer.
“You have Stan tied up, right?” I asked as I licked my lips and stalked towards him.
He nodded his head as he backed up several paces, heading for the door.
“Oh no you don’t!” and I lunged at the door and slammed it shut.
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