More Hot Bubbles and Steamy Seasoning

She bent down to grab a small towel from the cabinet when two hard, strong hands grabbed her from behind, around the waist, pinning her arms to her chest.  All she could see in the mirror was a black-clothed figure in a ski mask, as she was lifted backwards.  She struggled and kicked with her feet, to no avail.  Another person, dressed like the first, grabbed both her legs and helped to carry her, screaming, down the stairs.


 


She was thrown onto the heavy, wooden chair in the den, her still-naked bottom making a smacking sound as she came down hard.  One of the two men stuffed something made of cloth into her mouth so she couldn’t scream.  Her heart was pounding in her ears by now, as she wondered if they intended to harm her.  One of the intruders pulled her arms roughly over the top of the straight-backed chair, threading her hands back through the opening from behind.  He cinched her elbows tightly together with a coarse, thick rope, forcing her breasts to strain upwards under her thin, white cotton tee.  Her ankles were then pulled wide, the second man using more rope to secure them to the back chair legs, so that her nervous, dripping cunt was pried open to the air.  A folded, dark cloth was affixed over her eyes, leaving her exposed and in total darkness.


 


“Don’t she look good enough to eat?” remarked the first man with an evil laugh, “Let’s just have a little taste.” 


 


“Not now, you lecherous bastard,” the second one answered, sounding annoyed. “We can have our fun later. Come on. First we gotta work.”


 


Corinne felt a rough hand drag across the hardened nipples poking through her damp tee.  “I get to you later,” she heard the first one say with a grunt.  She hoped the musky wetness from her bath-time fun wouldn’t serve as a beacon to these strangers now.  Though, for all her fear, she felt herself getting more turned on.  How could this be? She didn’t want these men, did she?  The thought of their strong arms and her helplessness made her shudder.  They left her in the den, alone.  She breathed a sigh of relief.  At least, for now, she was okay.  Her head was swimming with so many thoughts. Were they here to rob her? What would they do to her when they came back?  She could feel herself dripping onto the seat of the chair.  Would they take all the valuables?  All of her valuables?  She had far too many unanswered questions.  Fear mixed with a strange arousal welled up inside her as she heard them moving in the living room, her arms and legs aching in their bindings.


 


After a short time, she thought she heard a key turning the lock in the front door. Corinne hoped in her heart it was Billy, coming home from work.  One of the men in the living room hollered, “Shit, let’s get out of here!” She heard them run out through the side entrance, slamming the door as they left.


 


The front door opened.  It was Billy!  She heard him call to her, but she couldn’t answer.  She tried to make some noise with the chair, but it was tough to move it far, the way she was tied.  Eventually, he found her in the den.  He removed the blindfold and gag, asking if she was all right while placing a tender kiss upon her forehead.

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