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General RP When bonding leads to bondage.....(Liz and Knight_of-None)

Liz

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Isabel packed the last of the luggage in her car and smiled.....it had taken weeks of planning and the day finally came. She hadn't seen her daughter for a couple months ever since she dropped her off at college. As mother and daughter relationships go, theirs wasn't the closest....it wasn't due to ill feelings towards each other, it was just simply because they were both busy and contact was only through e mails and an occasional phone call. The two agreed to spend the weekend together at a rented cabin in a mountain valley, away from Isabel's work demands and her daughter's social life.

She arrived at the cabin and looked around inside....it was a beautiful A frame house, snow still covering half the shingled roof and a wood pile just outside the back door. It was a split level house with one side made almost exclusively of glass, giving a perfect view of the meadow. It had 2 bedrooms upstairs, a spacious living room and a fully equipped kitchen with all the amenities.

As Isabel brought in her luggage she spotted a dear not more than about a couple hundred yards away...it was a beautiful sight.
The bedrooms were identical with great views and a 4 post queen sized bed in each.
She unloaded her luggage and stretched out on the bed.....her daughter wouldn't be arriving for at least 4 hours.....time for a nap. The 33 year old brunette soon fell asleep.
 
The lurker opened the door lock, slinking into the house like the serpent that he was. Lightly closing the door, he locked it up slowly. He was a simple man, a career criminal, a thief and killer. But tonight his role would expand. He walked through the home, gliding like a malicious shadow, moving up the stairs as he spotted signs of owner activity. A hostage. His masked face reflected in the picture frame as he passed to the bedroom..seeing shafts on light underneath the door. He reached into his jacket drawing a gun with his off hand, the other picking the door open to walk in. Seeing Isabelle he raised a brow under the ski mask. Damn. He should have ran out this way to avoid police detection sooner. He stepped up the bedside ....then grabbed the woman by the throat, leveling his pistol against her as she jolted awake.
 
Isabel slept soundly. The mountain cabin was semi isolated, their nearest neighbor on the other side of the thick grove of pine trees. The owner she rented the cabin from craved solitude and for Isabel---and soon her daughter---it would be disastrous.
There was no security system in place, only locks on the front and rear kitchen door....afterall, the cabin was off the beaten track and the sleepy bedroom town hadn't known anything close to a crime wave.

It was fertile ground for a burglar.
Isabel was wearing only a bra and panties when her slumber was suddenly jolted.....a masked intruder was suddenly in her bedroom, hands around her throat.

"Wh....what do you want?," she croaked hoarsely, one eye looking at the pistol.
 
"I want your money, your valuables and your best behavior. Those big scared eyes ain't going to keep me from doing something harsh to that pretty face. Now unless you want acute lead poisoning...start with the green stuff." He said as he tapped the barrel to her temple. He dragged her up, hauling her out of the bed.
 
"Y-y-y-yes," Isabel stammered....."w-w-whatever you say....please don't hurt me...."
The intruder grabbed her by her left arm off the bed. The woman went to the dresser, took her purse and gave it to him. She glanced over at the framed picture of Alison, her teenaged daughter, hoping he was too concentrated on her valuables....the last thing she wanted was for him to know Alison would be here in 3 hours.

She opened the bag and showed it to him so he'd know she wasn't hiding anything....she took out all of her money, $2,000 worth and handed it over to him. Standing there in only her underwear, Isabel never felt so vulnerable. Hopefully he would take the money and run. She was scared at the idea of possibly being tied up and gagged.....
 
As the got her bag together, the gun nuzzling agaunst the back of her skull pointedly...his eyes falling on a picture on the wall. But as she picked up the bag to show it, he focused, looking into it. "What, this is it?! What else do you have?" He snapped as he snatched the bag up away. "Rings, jewelry- all of it! Don't play me!"
 
Isabel was now more scared than she was a minute ago....the intruder was quickly becoming more impatient, there was no telling what he might do next.
"I......I have a jewelry box here on the top of the dresser, she stammered. She tried to reach it to give him but he kept her arm restrained....."It's .....over there....my visa and B of A cards are in my purse....only things I have left is 2 rings and I'm wearing those....please, don't hurt me.....take what you want...."

Of course, the two things she prayed he didn't want was her....and Allison.
 
"Mm what I want huh." He said as she saw his hand move, grabbing to take her rings off her fingers. "I want your money, not your life...mm." he pulled the rings away, his hand pausing. "Or...you can keep your things." He said as he caressed her hip. "And give me something better."
 
This was rapidly becoming a woman's worst nightmare.....a burglary progessing to something more.....

Isabel wasn't naive but she had to ask.
"I'd.....I'd like to keep my things," she replied....."what else would you want?"

Deep in the middle of her thirties, Isabel didn't exactly have the body of a porn star but she was still very attractive. She had dark brunette hair, firm tits and dark nipples. She had a well defined but tight ass, all thanks to the excercise room she modified from the guest bedroom in her house.
 
"Hm. I've been locked up for a long time." He said simply, the words alone painting a picture. What else would he want of a woman. He wrapped an arm around her neck, starting to drag her ro the bed and lay her back down leaping in her to rip her bra away .
 
"HEY....WAIT A MINUTE!," she yelled as he dragged her by the neck backwards towards the bed.
"NO.....please.....not that...."
She looked backwards at the bed. Her worst nightmare was quickly becoming reality....she was about to be raped!

He tossed her onto the bed, landing on her back. Within seconds he was on top of her....she tried to kick him but he straddled her legs, reaching up to unclasp her bra....it was a triple hook and he immediately became impatient, taking hold of the straps and ripping the bra off. Nestled within the cups was a set of creamy colored breasts with dark tan nipples.
 
"You fight! Yiu make me mad!" He warned as he straddled her down, his hand slapping across her face first but shrugged out if his coat, the heavy thing falling away as he grabbed onti her tits, rubbing on them and squeezing the roughly, his finger hard and tough. The thief grabbed the sheets as she struggle, tearing them to start binding her wrists together.
 
Isabel was like a wildcat, determined to put up as much fight as she could get away with until he threatened her with the gun. But the weapon was on the side of the bed as she struggled, within her eyesight.....if she could just get closer to it....

He flipped her onto her side just long enough to tie her wrists together, forcing her arms behind her back then flopped her onto her back again.
"HEEEELP!," she screamed......"I'M GONNA BE RAPED!!"

But the cabin's owner enjoyed his privacy and the nearest neighbor was well out of hearing range.....no one would hear her yells for help.
 
As she shrieked he grinned under the mask, but for her trouble he grabbed her throat, silencing her as he squeezed. "Now listen- you'll want to be honest with me- are you going to be alone in this house by yourself?" He said as his grip tightened his other hand dropping the gun as he reached behind her, his hand stroking between her legs slowly.
 
Isabel continued to yell for help but was soon silenced by the man's increased pressure around her throat. She continued to struggle feebly, wincing as she felt his hands coming dangerously close to her panty covered pussy. She knew it wouldn't be long before he ripped them off as well, revealing her dark brown tuft of fur covering her womanly enterance.

"N-n-n-no," she stammered....."I won't be alone for long....my daughter will be here in a couple hours....."
 
"Oh? That's bad luck. I'll have to make it quick then...make sure you act right if you want to see your daughter safe and sound. " He said as he dug his fingers between her legs. His fingers sliding into her pussy, rubbing and touching on her, his other hand sampling the softness of her bresasts. He was getting harder and hungrier. The masked monster looming over her breast and taking a rough bite.
 
"Don't you DARE do anything to my daughter!," Isabel yelled, struggling. Fighting against the ropes only seemed to arouse him even more, the way her tits kept jiggling as she fought.
He parted her legs, slipping a finger into her pussy, pubic fur catching as he explored further.
 
"If you do a good enough job....I'll leave her alone." The thief said. She hadn't seen his face, she hadn't done anything to enrage him....perhaps that was true. It certainly wasn't. she could hope. "So, Mama. What will it be. Let me use you up and keep her safe, or..." the threat hung as she struggled in vain, his fingers pushing and sliding, his thumb stroking her clit as he learned her, not flinching from the feel of of her fur.
 
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