Peeping Tom

a story for Bea

Bob was working late at the office, so Beatrice was home alone. After watching some TV, and hoping that Bob would come home, she decided that she was too tired to wait up. She walked into the bedroom. The window was open, the curtains were gently flapping in the warm summer breeze. She took off her dress and felt the warm breeze from the window caressing her body, so warm and soft. She went over to the window and drew the curtains open. It was dark outside, and the street lights threw long shadows in the garden. Someone could easily be hiding outside, she thought, in a bush, or in the shadow of the garden shed. It excited her, thinking that someone might hide out there, looking at her as she undressed. She turned her back to the window, and began unfastening her white lace bra. She eased the straps slowly over her shoulders and turned around, hugging her breasts, before letting it drop to the ground. She put her left foot on the window still, and slowly rolled off her stocking. S he thought she saw something move in the garden out of the corner of her eye. It was probably just her imagination, but she didn't look up, instead pretending that it was a peeping Tom, enjoying her little show. She unrolled the other stocking, and once again turned her back to the window. Slowly she drew her panties down over her ass. As she slipped them down over her legs, she bend foreword, exposing her ass and shaved pussy to whomever may be watching.

The whole thought of being watched had aroused her. She walked over to the bad and lay down on her back, naked. Maybe if he'd walked over to the window, he can still see me, maybe even hear me moan, Bea thought, as she began touching herself. She imagined her peeping Tom standing just outside the window, jerking off, being turned on just as she was. While she masturbated herself to a wonderful climax, the breeze outside increased, making the bushes and trees in the garden rattle, and the curtains flap against the window and wall. As she recovered from her orgasm, Bea walked over to pull the window shut, so she could turn in. As she leaned out to grab the handle on the window, she saw a face just besides the window frame.

'Hi there' it said, as Bea jumped in surprise, letting loose a startled shriek. Before she recovered from the shock, the young man had swung himself inside. 'Just keep quiet, and do as I say' he said, as he drew forth a large survival knife, 'that is, if you want to live'.
Cold fear drew a track of goose-bumps down Bea's back, as she watched the man. He was tall and muscular, hardly more then 25. His staring blue eyes, short hair, and strong jaw, gave him a wild canine look. And she couldn't get her eyes off the large bulge in his pants.
'You better get out of here, fast.' she stammered 'My husband's in the living room, and he's going to come in here any moment now'
The young man smiled as he slowly circled her, moving between her and the door to the living room. 'Don't fuck with me lady' he said, a wide grin on his face 'I've been watching you all night, and nobody else is in the house. Just you and me, love' He pulled down the zipper in his pants, and pulled out his cock. It was hard. 'Now, come over here, and suck my dick' he commanded. Bea looked around the room.There was a phone just besides the bed. But even as she looked at it, he hissed 'Don't even think about screaming, or calling the cops. Maybe someone will come over, but you'll be long dead before they arrive!'. Bea knew that he was right. There was nothing she could do. Reluctantly she knelt before him. He grabbed her hair, and forced his erection down her throat, as he let the cold steel blade caress her neck and shoulders. 'That's it, bitch' he whispered.

He moved her head back and forth, and she felt his dick thrusting down her throat, cutting off her air. She thought she was going to choke on his dick, when he finally pulled out. As she opened her mouth wide, to draw in a deep breath, he shut his load of cum over her face. 'You just fucking swallow that, bitch' the young man hissed, and pressed the knife hard against her neck, making a small line of blood-drops appear along it's edge. 'Wipe it off your face, and lick your fingers clean' She had no choice but to obey. When she was done, he pulled her to her feet, and threw her on the bed. 'Yea, you are a lovely little slut, aren't you?' he grinned. 'I heard you fucking yourself. Now you'll get the real thing. Just lay still' he said and picked up her panties and stockings. He shoved her panties into her mouth, and tied a stocking around her face, holding the panties in place. Then he tied her hands together with the other stocking, before fastening it to a bedpost. He stood a few seconds admiring her helpless body, then he knelt down and pulled apart her legs.
'I'm going to kill you, bitch' he said 'but before I do, we'll have a little fun. There is nothing you can do to escape me now, so you might as well try to enjoy it'. He smiled, enjoying the look of utter fear on Bea's face. She couldn't believe what he'd just said. He put his face to her pussy and began licking her, letting his tongue run up between her lips, and draw small circled around her clitoris, while the knife played on her stomach, drawing a thin line of red, now and then. It felt so good, and despite her fear, Bea felt another climax approach, and her she moaned through the gag.

Just when she'd almost come, he stopped. He turned her around, and pulled up her ass by his left hand, making her lean on her elbows.'You are going to die while I fuck you like a dog' he laughed, and thrust his dick into her warm wet pussy. She was pushed forward each time he thrust, almost banging her head against the wall. She wished that Bob would come home, before that crazy kid decided to kill her. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her back, heard a loud tearing sound as the knife rent her skin, and penetrated deep into her body. She tried to scream through the gag, but all she managed was a loud wheezing sound. The knife wasn't pulled out again, and she could feel it's stiffness inside her, hurting her each time he thrust. She felt a warm sensation spread in her left lounge, and realised that it had been pierced. And that she would die soon, if nobody came to help her.
'How does that feel, you slut?' the young man hissed, while trusting deeper, harder, faster.She sobbed and whined, as she tried to pull loose her hands, tried to kick out with her legs. But she was bound tight, and he held firm his grasp around her waist. 'Yea, good, struggle all you like. That just makes if feel even better!' She began to cough, as the blood gathered in her lounge. Soon blood had dyed the gag red. It was like having a cold, like trying to cough up slime, except it had a salty coppery taste, and no matter how hard she coughed, more and more flowed from her. She saw a small pond of blood gather on the pillow below her head. She was dying, she thought, fuck I'm going to bleed to death.

She felt another sharp pain when the knife was pulled out of her, the serrated edge of the knife drawing flesh and blood with it. She felt the air leak out her back, as another gush of blood filled her throat. She felt the man thrust his dick inside her, felt him shoot his cum deep up her pussy. He moaned in pleasure, then pushed the knife up into the tender flesh of her stomach. He pressed it up into her, almost lifting her off her knees. The pain was terrible, and as she tried to scream two jets of blood sprayed form her nose, covering the wall in red. 'Yea, die baby die!' he groaned, and cut a deep gash in her stomach. She felt her innards spill out of her, as a coldness spread through her body and her strength drained away. Her body began to shake, and tears burst from her eyes, mixing with the blood and cum on her face. He was still thrusting his dick inside her but all she felt was a numbing coldness. Finally he slammed the knife into her upper back, tearing through her heart, and just leaving the knife in the wound. Oh God, it can't end like this, she thought as she gurgled blood with her dying breath and collapsed on the blood-soaked bed. The last thing she heard before the darkness took her, was the laughter of the young man, and the sound of a car engine, as it came up the driveway....