Thread: Ravaged By The Robber (HoldTheDoor x ViperFang)

Tonight was supposed to be a fun nightfor once. Katherine was sitting at her dining room table, her phone sitting a few inches from her. She covered her eyes with her hands, trying to hold back a hot sob that threatened to erupt from her trembling form. She was a beautiful woman. Average height but with long, blonde hair that flowed all the way down to her hips. Full, ample breasts, long lashes, beckoning lipsshe was the type of woman almost any man would want. Sowhy was she enduring this? Her boyfriend wasnot the nicest guy. Despite her good looks and her intelligence, he always had a way of making her feel like garbage. Like she wasnt worth anything at all. Her mother always told her to stay away from guys like him, yet here she was. The worst part? She believed him, to an extentand let him take advantage of her. Yet now, she was in tears. They planned for a romantic evening tonight, prompting her to wear one of her favorite cocktail dresses . It clung to her gorgeous body while flashing her cleavage and showed off her lovely legs. Underneath, she wore red lingerie, just in case her boyfriend wanted to get intimate. She further adorned herself with gold and red jewelry, dark pantyhose, and finished off her look with a pair of red heels. He always liked it when she dressed like this, and she wanted somethinganything to resemble affection. What did she get instead? A video message. When she saw it came from him, her heart was filled with cold dread. She pressed play, the finishing blow. It was him, naked and drunk while in the bathroom of the bar downtown, fucking a random girl while she was bent over, supporting herself on the sink. She could barely hear him over the womans over-the-top moans, but he was bragging, claiming he could get any pussy he wanted and how good that woman was compared to her. It was sickening. She wanted to throw the phone away and get drunk herself, at first. But the sadness quickly turned to anger, prompting her to stand up quickly from her seat, knocking the chair over in the process. Thatthat fucking bastard! she cried out, tears still streaming down her face. As she grabbed a napkin from the table, dabbing her wet cheeks, she struggled to not let out an anguished scream. Goddamn it! I dont deserve this! She hurried upstairs, ready now to take off her clothes. She just wanted a shower and to go to bed. All the while, however, her mind reeled with various scenarios, longing for some form of vengeance. But what would she do? She couldnt actually hurt himthough part of her wanted to. What if she gave him a taste of his own medicine? Finding some random guy to take her home and drive her wild? Her heart beat quickly as she tried to work through her rage. The idea of finding a guy was enticingbut she had no energy to do that. She let out an exasperated sigh. I justI just have to break up with him, she mumbled to herself. Already she felt like she was losing her nerve. He had done so much damage to her psyche, she wasnt sure if she could do any better. She entered her bedroom, switching on a lamp that bathed the room in a warm light. She reached up to the straps of her dress, pausing for a moment as she saw the flashing lights of a police car, its siren wailing as it passed by. She winced and hurried to the window, closing the curtains. She wasnt sure what the police were after, but she didnt want to think about any of that now. With a heavy sigh, she pulled the best of her dress apart, slipping the dress down her curvaceous body. She let it pool at her feet, stepping out of it before moving to sit at her vanity. She looked at herself in the mirror. She still looked good, though her eyes had gone a little red from crying, the green irises standing out quite brilliantly. Thank goodness for waterproof mascara. She let out another sigh as she grabbed a brush, brushing out her long, blonde hair, unaware of the stranger that now crept up behind her. The mirror of the vanity was aimed away from the door. As the stranger got closer, she accidentally lost her grip on her brush. She sighed and reached down, only to feel a hand clamp over her luscious red lips and haul her up from her small chair. She shrieked, but her voice was muffled. There was no chance of anyone hearing her. She was terribly frightened as she felt her slender for pressing firmly against a much stronger body. Her hands reached up to his, trying to pry his away, but he was too strong. She froze as his deep voice growled ito her ear. He wanteda place to lay low? Didnt burglars have hideouts for this sort of thing? She continued to struggle, only for her body to flinch as she felt something slip into the front of her panties. She whimpered and looked down, her struggling ceasing as she saw what it was. Moneyseveral hundred dollar bills! Her body shuddered as he breathed on her sensitive ear. When he went on, giving her a warning, she nodded. Part of her wanted to screambut if he wasnt going to hurt her, did she need to? She gasped for breath once his hand left, but she could still feel him holding her tightly against his body. II wont screamjust please dont hurt me, she begged, fearing what would come next. If nothing elsemaybe she could flee while he slept. But something caught her attention as she settled against him. His bodyshe could feel his muscles and, against her lower backa very familiar hardness that made her heart flutter. Canyou let me go? This is starting to hurt