Taking Emma part 2 [nc]

The two men meet the following night to discuss their plan. It was a bit of shock to Tom at first, both that Emma had a serious rape kink, and that Ben was ok with her exploring it with him. They decided on a night to put their plan in place, and went over how he would enter the house, what he was to do to Emma, and a backup plan in case things did not go well. The planning portion of the night was exciting enough for Ben, he did not know how he would feel during the actual deed.

The fateful night came quickly, Ben faking an emergency phone call from work about systems issue, rushing out of the door to go save the day from this fictitious IT nightmare. Emma feels a pang of guilt as she happily pulls her iPad out, beaming the videos to the large screen in the living room. Her favorite videos in 4k would be treat. She does not dive right into her pink lips while watching the videos, instead staying fully dressed as she watches girl after girl be held down and put through fictitious hell.

She had a though pop in her head that had never occurred to her. “What situation could I put myself in to have this happen for real to me. If she wore a tiny skirt and heaped her massive tits to ther perch of her bra, she could find a bad enough neighbor and see what desperate man could pick up that she was in heat.

She goes through the neighborhoods around her, one good idea dashed after another, realizing most of the “bad neighborhoods” are populated with progressive hipsters who have transformed the areas. She sighs as she does the math in her head, calculating the average risk of contracting and STI vs the assumed rate by race. She ultimately abandons the idea, not willing to risk compromising her own health or Ben’s for one night of forced ecstasy. She flips through her phone as she half watches a tiny Asian lady try her best to not cry when a massive erection plummets into her tiny little slit. She gives the screen all her attention when her video fails to load and her phone switches over to network vs wifi. She gets up and pretends to know what the sea of wires means downstairs, seeing the bank of home servers and what seemed like miles of cables. She pulls her iPhone out to see a text from Ben. “I love you and know you want this. Goodluck sweetheart”

She is confused and concerned as she reads the text over and over again, checking the message details to make sure upstairs, the unmistakable noise of their old squeaking sliding patio door. She freezes as she hears it slide closed and heavy boots stomp on the floor above her. She is scared, panicked and despite every natural human instinct, a little excited. She deals with the fear by convincing herself its Ben upstairs. He finally caught on, all those requests from administrator to share web activity, he laughed them off as stock auto messages, but Emma was not completely helpless with technology. She knew he was keeping tabs of her tabs. She knows she won’t out run the mystery man up stairs, but she was the self proclaimed hide and seek champion freshmen year of college. She finds a perfect spot nestled between Ben’s golf clubs and her old punching bag that she had to have one new years fitness kick. She looks at it’s sad posture, hunched over sitting on the floor. She has no idea why she is transfixed on a punching bag her safety maybe in real danger. She just cant shake the image of Ben banging around up there, trying to mimic what he saw in her history, of course sorting the movies by number of repeat views, parts skipped over and skipped to and pulling the most common actions by the Male character.

She hears basement door swing open as if it was blown off its hinges. This was the first indication that it was not Ben. She had gotten so close to Ben that she knew how his actions sounded, even when amplified in anger. This was much more raw, this was not her husband. She used every ounce of will power to keep her head tucked down and her eyes closed as Tom shuffled around the basement, Emma manages to sneak a peak of the man, his back to her as he helps himself to a freshly laundered pair of Emma’s blue lace boy shorts. He shoves them in his pocket as he resumes his search for his prize, moving boxes and totes out of the way, not content till he sees the bare concrete foundation of the house.

Emma knows her time is up as Tom rips his best friends golf bag away, taking caution to not cause any harm to the clubs, setting then down gently. He sees his prey cowered on the cold dark floor, knees trembling together as he smiles, pulling her to her feet with a touch that was so rough Ben Probably felt it.

“Good to see you again Emma, this is going be a fun night for one of us.”

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/9wzwsf/taking_emma_part_2_nc