The Yandere House Wife

Chapter 2

"Stop," you whisper, your tilted head begging your captor to get off of you as she pulls down your shorts. "Stop, stop, stop, please stop."

"Hush now," Mrs. Kiara hisses, kissing you again as she finishes stripping your prone body, which is still chained to the bed. "Let me have you. Relinquish yourself to me."

"T-this isn't right," you cry, your now-naked body trembling in humiliation as the powerful woman who kidnapped you remains seated on your pelvis, looking over your pale body in hunger. "I-I have a girlfriend who loves me very much. You can't just—

You are caught off guard as Mrs. Kiara delivers a strong blow to the side of your face, your cheek left stinging from the punch as you taste blood in your mouth following the hit.

"What did I say? NEVER mention her ever again!" your captor growls, before raising her clenched fist above your head. "Now look at me and smile. Smile or I'll do it again!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" you scream back, temporarily forgetting your fear. You are promptly punched square in the face, blood now trickling down your nose while your head spins from the brutally-powerful punch.

"Trash. That whore made you trash," Mrs. Kiara jeers, her large breasts pressing against your body while she begins to lay on top of you. "Poor thing. Its okay, I can fix you. I will correct your behavior, but please forgive my strong approach. I'm sure you'll thank me later once you fall in love."

"I-I can't love you," you cough, tears welling up in your eyes at the stinging pain from both punches. "This isn't right! This is kidnapping, Mrs. Kiara, please let me go!"

Your captor's hands suddenly grip your neck, again cutting off your oxygen and causing you to gasp for air. Her nails dig into and mark up your neck, before her plump lips again press into yours. Sucking hard, Mrs. Kiara's tongue violates your mouth, kissing you so deeply that it almost feels as if she's trying to meld into one with you. Your vision going blurry, your body shakes and writhes on the bed, fighting for your life as your assaulter continues to strangle you. The weight of her voluptuous body keeps you further immobilized, her thick thighs parting to welcome your naked pelvis between them. The heat, the intense oxygen deprivation—you can't help but feel involuntary arousal.

"Yes, yes! I knew you liked this!" Mrs. Kiara exclaims triumphantly upon feeling you beneath her, releasing the grip on your neck. "Now give yourself to me! Don't resist, just embrace me!"

What remains of your vision becomes blinded by tears, an overwhelming sense of helplessness frustrating you to no end. You fight your manly urges, but you are unable to stop yourself from achieving arousal as the larger woman's crotch grinds down on yours. You beg your captor to stop, but Mrs. Kiara again shuts you up by punching you right in the mouth. Parts of your face being messy with blood seems to not phase the domineering woman for even a moment, and she proceeds to have her way with you while your head pounds in pain. In all the anguish and suffering, you eventually pass out.

"Stop looking so miserable, do you know how many men probably dream of being able to lay with me?" Mrs. Kiara asks you after you wake up to what you assume is the next morning. "Come on, smile for me hun. Please. Even being cuddled up against you all night, I was still thinking about you."

Your face, now stained with tears and blood, is forced into a smile as you dread the thought of receiving another blow. Grinning, Mrs. Kiara nearly chokes you again as she wraps an arm around your neck, hugging you tightly and kissing your forehead and face repeatedly.

"Yay! A smile!" the giddy woman exclaims. "Alright, I'm going to go make us breakfast now. You sit tight, and then we can eat together. Keep that smile, baby. This is the first day of the rest of your life."

With that, the evidently-nude Mrs. Kiara climbs off the bed and saunters away, her shapely rear teasing you as she disappears into the main basement, before her footfalls grow more distance and the stairs creak while your captor ascends.

Laying on your back alone in the bedroom, you give the chains at your wrists and ankles a hesitant tug. Their anchors are tight and solid, and there appears to be no budging them. Cursing your luck, you begin to utilize all your strength to free at least one of your limbs from bondage, but to no avail. Although resolute, you can't help but feel a tear return to your eye. While you find Mrs. Kiara attractive, what she has done to you is nothing short of rape, and literally beating you into compliance is additional sadism. Your swollen lips throbbing, you give your left leg a second tug—and to your amazement, you feel the chain pop out of the wall.

"Yes...yes!!" you think to yourself, now able to move the leg freely.

It is a small victory, but the fact that you were able to free at least one of your limbs shows that the situation is not inescapable. You try to pry one of your arms out next, but begin to wonder if the chain on your leg was a fluke when it appears that the other binds are unmovable. You are forced to put your pious struggles on hold, however, when the sound of rapidly-descending footsteps begin to thunder into the basement.

"BABE? WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOWN THERE?" Mrs. Kiara yells, sending a shockwave of fear through your still-bound body.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," you hiss to yourself, pitifully attempting to return the chain on your leg to the wall.

The door flies open a second later, the naked brunette wielding another large, freshly-sharpened kitchen knife.

"Oh dear...you're not trying to escape, are you?"