Posted by tina on October 03, 20013 at 20:29:56:
Hi, everyone! The bathroom is statistically the most dangerous place in the home but not in this case. Enjoy!
“Claire’s Closet”
By tina
The
walk in closet was an anomaly. The apartment was standard with a
kitchen, living room area, and a nice sized bedroom. The bathroom was
actually larger than most Claire had seen. But the walk in closet had
sealed the deal for her. The closet was filled with exquisite clothes
that Claire had acquired from nearly new shops. Her favorite dress
retained the original price tag when she had purchased it for $10.
Claire
walked into her walk in closet. She placed her shoes in the shoe rack
and had taken hold of one of the empty heart shaped scarf hangers as she
had unwound the white chiffon scarf. She had threaded the scarf
through the hanger’s holes and returned the heart shaped hanger to its
spot on the clothes rod.
“That’s odd,” Claire had thought as she
looked at the empty hanger where her red silk scarf with the blue heart
had always hanged. She was wondering where her favorite scarf had gone
when the intruder had dropped the long red scarf over Claire’s head and
had wound it tight around the startled woman’s throat.
Claire
screamed as the strangler pulled her out of the closet. She was
horrified that there was no sound. Her scream was still born.
The
helpless woman was soon sitting on her bedroom floor as she had fought
for her life. The scarf seemed to tighten with each failed attempt to
break free. Claire’s last thought had been, “I’m going to die,” as the
room faded.
But she was not dead. When she awakened she was on her
bed naked except for her white panties. Her eyes lids had gradually
fluttered opened. Her dress, bra, and pantyhose had been tossed on the
floor next to the bed. Claire had also seen her favorite red scarf with
the blue heart draped over the back of the ornate chair that was
sitting at her dressing table.
Claire had tried to rise up but
quickly realized her arms had been tied underneath her. She rocked her
body to the left and had seen her white chiffon scarf tightly wound and
knotted around her wrists. She had just begun to try to free herself
when she saw the intruder. He was wearing a light blue T-shirt, skinny
jeans, and a dark blue ski mask.
The startled woman was just opening
her mouth to scream when the intruder had put a finger up to his lips.
“Don’t make a sound,” the gruff voice had commanded, “or I’ll be forced
to hurt you.” Claire swallowed hard as she sagged back onto the bed.
The man had plucked the red scarf up from the table. “Please don’t gag
me,” Claire had quietly pleaded but the intruder without any hesitation
simply stuffed the ball of red silk into Claire’s mouth.
The helpless
woman watched her attacker as he unzipped his pants. He climbed onto
the bed and pushed Claire’s legs up and out so she was in a kneeling
position. She was totally exposed to the intruder. “You have a lovely
tight asshole,” the rapist commented as he fingered Claire. Claire
moaned softly as she was aroused by this unexpected exploration. She
had always been curious about anal sex but was still a virgin in that
area.
“No choice now,” she had thought as she felt the head of the
stranger’s cock push against the pucker of her asshole. The rapist had
actually been quite gentle as he had gradually worked his cock inside
Claire’s asshole. To her delight Claire’s hands had been tied in such a
way that she was able to finger her pussy as the man started at her
backdoor.
Claire’s screams of delight had been muffled by her
favorite red scarf with the blue heart as the rapist had finally pushed
his huge cock all the way inside Claire’s butt hole. The first orgasm
was quite small but Claire increased the speed of her middle finger as
the man increased the speed of each thrust.
The second and third
orgasm had been electrical. Claire’s body tingled as she continued to
finger fuck her wet cunt and the lovely great cock reamed her no longer
virgin asshole.
Finally the man grasped Claire’s hips more firmly and
pulled her back against his body. His cock was all the way inside
Claire as he climaxed. Claire’s final orgasm had actually drenched her
hands as she squirted.
Claire had lain exhausted on the bed as the
man pulled his deflating prick back out. She had heard him zip up and
then he moved off the bed. Claire watched the man walk to the end of
the bed. He had pulled Claire’s feet toward the ornamental brass bed
frame. The intruder had then reached through two of the ornate brass
rods, had grasped Claire’s ankles and pulled her until her crotch was
almost at the end of the bed.
Claire had felt her hands being drawn
to the brass frame. The intruder used the free ends of the red scarf to
secure Claire’s wrists to one of the brass tubes. Claire was
effectively immobilized now.
The man had slapped Claire’s ass and
told her, “That was great. You’re the best I’ve had and perhaps I’ll
pay you another visit some time.” Claire shivered with the thought and
was not entirely sure if she was afraid of his return.
“NO! NO!”
Claire had tried to scream at the man, “Don’t leave me like this!”
Claire’s favorite red silk scarf with the blue heart prevented any
intelligible words to escape. Claire had heard the bedroom door slam
shut as her rapist had taken his leave. She rested for several minutes
in the darkened room. “Bastard couldn’t be bothered to leave the light
on for me,” Claire had thought as a hot flash of anger welled up inside.
This
triggered a furious attempt to free her hands from the chiffon scarf
that was tight around her wrists and the round brass rod. Her
perspiration had finally run into her eyes and had stung Claire back
into reality. She was breathing quite rapidly except there was
something wrong. Claire’s chest was heaving but she wasn’t getting air
into her lungs.
At first the poor woman was in shock and had no idea
what was wrong. But then, as her panic had grown she had known what
happened. “I’ve aspirated the damn scarf!”
Indeed the ball of lovely
red silk was part way down Claire’s throat. During the rape and her
wild ecstasy of orgasms she had gradually sucked the red scarf deeper
inside her mouth. The final frenzy of her failed escape attempt had
resulted in the scarf plugging her airway.
“Can’t breathe,” Claire
screamed in her head as she resumed her futile attempt to free herself.
Her body flopped around wildly as she tugged and scratched at the red
scarf with the blue heart.
“Got to get my damn hands free,” the
doomed woman realized with odd clarity but of course she had only
succeeded in drawing the well tied knots tighter. Her hands had become
quite numb as a result of the tight bindings. Claire was no longer able
to feel her hands which had turned a dull blue. Her lungs on the other
hand burned from the lack of oxygen. The intruder had not intended to
harm Claire but he had shoved the ball of silk in just a little bit too
far. Claire’s erotic excitement and wild panic had done the rest.
“I’m
going to die!” Claire had screamed for the second time that evening as
she had lain helplessly on the bed and her asphyxiation had grown like a
big red balloon in her brain.
The doomed woman was correct. Her
Eastern European cleaning lady had found Claire’s dead body which was
still bound on her bed. Claire’s cyanotic lips gaped wide. The lovely
red scarf was just visible at the back of Claire’s mouth. In her death
throws Claire had managed to slide her middle finger in for one more
sexual thrill.
The cleaning lady had run back out of the apartment
and into the street. She was screaming in her native language about
rape and murder.