Chapter 2: Ambush
At 8:15, Rico watched Roy drive off in his Mercedes. A half hour later, Emily loaded her two middle school age boys into the back of the Escalade and headed out. Once she turned the corner, Rico wasted no time. He grabbed the duffel, hopped out of the car, and headed for the planned point of entry on the side of the house. As he calmly strolled down the street, he was careful to keep an eye out for nosy neighbors.
He popped the window easily with the crowbar and slipped inside. He landed in what appeared to be the Chapman's home theater – a fifty inch TV in front of two rows of recliners. Safely inside, Rico put on his gloves and navigated his way around the dark basement until he found the staircase.
The main floor was as neat and nicely appointed. As you would expect from a homemaker like Emily – the décor was tasteful,if not terribly original.
Not having much time to snoop around, Rico got down to business. Since Emily would be back soon, he had to get ready right away. He unzipped the duffel, pulled out the ski mask and put it on. He stuffed a few zip ties in his back pocket, and slipped the buck knife into his belt. With little else to do but wait, he took a seat on the sofa and tried to relax.
Minutes later, he heard Emily's car pull into the driveway. He watched in anticipation from the living room window as she exited the vehicle and headed for the front porch steps. She wore a pair of jeans, and a white pullover blouse under a pink hoodie. Her long brown hair fell to her shoulders. She was alone, as expected.
Rico moved to the foyer and took position behind the door, knife in hand.
His heart raced as he heard her fumble with her keys at the front door. Emily was blissfully unaware of his presence as she entered, but as she closed the door, she froze as the ski-masked stranger pounced. In one quick motion, he spun her around and shoved her back against the wall.
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“Don't make a fuckin' sound,” Rico sneered as he pressed the knife blade to her throat.
“P-p-please...d-d-don't hurt me. I have children,” she stammered. He detected a slight southern accent in her shrill voice.
“If you wanna live to see those little brats again, you'll do exactly as I say. Is that clear, bitch?”
When she didn't answer quick enough, Rico backhanded her. She let out a short, sharp cry as her head hit the back of the wall.
“I said – IS THAT CLEAR, BITCH?”
“Y-yes, yes!” She nodded. He could see the tears welling up in her eyes.
“Take off that hoodie!”
“Please...no...please,” she whined. “My wallet – its in my purse...and there's jewelry upstairs. My husband has a Rolex. Its worth a few thousand dollars. Take it all!”
“This isn't a negotiation, bitch – now get out of that hoodie!” Rico demanded as he pressed the knife to her throat.
A single tear rolled down her cheek as she unzipped the pink hoodie and tossed it on the floor. With that out of the way, Rico pulled the white blouse off over Emily's head.
The tears flowed as she stood trembling with her back against the wall. A lacy white bra was the only thing left to protect her modesty.
“Mmmm...those titties are small, but I dig 'em. Fuckin' a small titted woman is kinda like fuckin' a teenage girl.” Emily winced as he cupped and fondled a breast over the sheer material of her bra.
“Please...don't do this...I'm a mother.”
“Oh yeah – that's good, cause I'm a motherfucker!” Rico couldn't help but laugh at his own joke.
He spun her around, pinned her hands behind her back, and zip-tied her wrists together.
“Now get on your knees, bitch!”
Emily sobbed loudly and shook her head defiantly.
“I guess you need a little help!” He grabbed her shoulders and roughly forced her to her knees.
Rico unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down to mid-thigh.
“I think you know what to do now.” Rico tossed the knife aside and waved his large, thick, veiny cock in her face.
“Please...please...you don't have to this!”
“I know I don't have to, but I want to! Now open your mouth, bitch!”
When he saw that his demands weren't getting any results, he delivered a series of hard slaps to her head.
“Stop please! I'll do it,” she cried.
She closed her eyes tightly and opened her mouth .
Emily gagged and hacked as an impatient Rico, grabbed her by the head and rammed his cock into her mouth. After a few seconds of non-action from Emily, Rico withdrew.
“You're not showing much enthusiasm, honey,” he mocked. “Now if you can't deliver on a halfway decent blowjob, I'm gonna have to stick my big old cock up your ass! How do you like them apples?”
“No, no! I'll do better. I promise.” Apparently, Emily saw giving head as preferable to anal rape.
“Good,” Rico said. “Now the first thing I want you to do is spit on my cock.”
“What? Why?”
“Don't ask questions,bitch – just do what I say! Now gather up as much saliva as you can and let loose on my pride and joy.!”
Although confused, Emily did what she was told. She dribbled a generous helping of saliva onto Rico's thick, hard cock.
He began stroking himself. “See, now I'm nice and lubed up. Now take it in your mouth!”
Emily dived in and started bobbing up and down.
“Good girl,” Rico cooed as he stroked her hair.”Now pick up the pace – and use your tongue! Lick it like an ice cream cone!”
Emily obeyed. It was as if she was eager to bring him to climax – the sooner to end her nightmare.”
“Ahh...that's it baby! That husband of yours will owe me one for teaching his wife how to suck cock like a pro!”
As he felt himself getting close, Rico grabbed a fistful of Emily's hair and yanked her head back.
“Look me in the eyes, bitch,” he sneered.
Emily, her face damp with tears, opened her eyes and met his gaze.
Seconds later, Rico erupted deep inside her throat. She pulled away gasping for air and sputtering cum. However, a thick ream of jizz splashed across her cheek and another landed in her hair.
An exhausted, Emily collapsed at his feet. Rico looked down at her and saw the small puddle of cum that she had dribbled out of her mouth. Oh hell no, Rico thought. This will not stand.
“Lick that up,” he said and pointed at the mess at his feet.
Emily was curled in a fetal position facing away from him. “You got what you want – now leave,” she hissed.
Rico most certainly did not like her tone. He undid his belt and whipped it off.
“I said lick it up!”
“Go to hell!” Her voice even louder and more defiant.
Rico brought the belt down on her back with all his might.
“AAAHHH! NO! NO!” she screamed.
“I SAID LICK IT UP, YOU STUPID CUNT!”
He whipped her several more times. He only stopped when he thought that there might be a chance that one of the neighbors might hear her screams.
“Okay! Okay! Please stop! I'll do it!” As expected her tone had turned more docile.
Rico dragged her by the hair and shoved her face down into the offending mess.
Emily sobbed audibly as she licked up what was left of the cum..
“If there's so much as a drop left, you're gonna get the belt again."
When she lifted her head up, Rico inspected her work. “That's a good little doggie,” he joked and patted her head.
“Please leave.” Emily asked without making eye contact with him. “You've got what you wanted, no please leave me alone.”
“Well, I haven't exactly gotten everything I wanted.” Rico grabbed her arm and picked her up off the floor. “I think I'd like to see what's upstairs.”
Emily began sobbing again as it set in that her ordeal was far from over.
Rico dragged her over to the stairs. “Lead the way,” he said as she paused by the bottom step.
Fearing another lashing with the belt, a defeated Emily slowly started up the stairs. Rico retrieved his duffel bag and followed. He couldn't help but smile when he saw the crisscross of red welts rising on her back.
She was dressed only in jeans and a bra, but Rico would change that soon enough.
When she reached the top step, Rico gave her a shove. Emily stumbled and sprawled face-first into the carpet.
“I think I'd like to see the master bedroom.”
Emily didn't answer. She just sobbed silently.
“If you don't answer my question, I'll just open the nearest door and we can take care of business there.”
“It's at the end of the hall,” Emily answered. The idea of being raped in one of her children's bedrooms was horrific to her.
Rico hoisted her up and shoved her in the direction of the master bedroom.
Once inside, he shut the door and tossed her onto the bed.
“Let's get these jeans off of you.” Rico tossed his belt on the bed in front of her. He grabbed a leg, pulled off her tennis shoe and sock, and then did the same to the other leg. He then pulled off her jeans with one good tug. He resisted the temptation to rip off her white panties. That would come later.
“Which closet is your husband's?”
“The one closest to the bathroom,” she answered meekly.
Rico opened it and immediately found what he was looking for – a variety of neckties hung from a rack on the back of the door. These will do nicely, he thought as he grabbed four of them.
“Lie on your back!”
Emily obliged. She found it difficult to get into position with her hands zip tied behind her back, but she managed.
Rico bound both her legs to the bedposts with two of her husband Roy's neckties. He pulled a small scissors from his duffel.
“Sit up, bitch,” he demanded.
Again, the broken and defeated Emily did as she was told.
As soon as Rico cut the zip ties, Emily lashed out at him.
“ANIMAL!” She screamed as she struck at his head with balled fists.
Rico responded by grabbing the belt and whipping her savagely.
“STOP! STOP! I'M SORRY!” Emily screamed as she attempted to shield the blows with her arms.
Rico dropped the belt and grabbed her by the throat. “Try something like that again, bitch, and I'll kill you – understand?”
She nodded, and Rico backhanded her across the face.
After he finished tying both her hands to the bedpost, he retrieved the ball-gag from the duffel.
“I'm just going to go back downstairs for a while. I'd just like to relax and get my strength back for the next phase of our journey,” he said as he placed the ball-gag in her mouth.
He stood at the foot of the bed and admired the sight of Emily spread-eagled in only her bra and panties.
“I'll be back in a few, honey,” he said sarcastically as he headed out the door and trotted down the stairs.
