Her mother in bondage

CHAPTER FIVE

Rhoda tapped her fingers nervously on the kitchen table. Marcie should have been home hours ago. It was nearly seven-thirty. Her daughter had been increasingly difficult to handle. But she wouldn't have stayed out this long without a phone call or at least a note!

The attractive nurse put both hands to her mouth, sighing deeply, wondering if she should call the police. She hated to put them on a false track. But really, this was going too far even for Marcie.

Brushing away her fears, Rhoda reached for the receiver, then dropped her hand. No, she could just see her daughter's face, red with anger, as two armed policemen escorted her to the door. Already Marcie had told her she was too old-fashioned, not letting her go out as often as she wanted.

"Oh!"

Rhoda jumped, nearly overturning the kitchen table chair she was sitting on. A noise in the doorway startled her. Oh, it was only the dog.

"Come here, Rex. That's a good boy," she crooned, scratching the large Irish Setter's ears. At least this was one being that didn't turn away from her. How it hurt Rhoda to see her daughter growing distant from her. She'd given her life to raise Marcie. Everything she did, she did for her daughter. And now the teenager was… she didn't want to think about it any more. Petting the big dog's head, Rhoda straightened up, running her fingers through her long blonde hair. She decided to climb out of her white nurse's uniform, take a shower, then see if her daughter had returned home. If not, she'd call the cops.

"No, no!" she said, smacking Rex lightly on the head.

He was swirling around her feet, rubbing his body up against her ankles.

Rex whined, stopping at the foot of the stairs and tilting his head to one side. Rhoda climbed halfway up, turning around and shaking her finger at him again.

"No, bad boy. You stay down there and guard the house," she said.

As she resumed her climb upstairs. She entered her bedroom and looked at her reflection in the full length mirror.

"No, you're not so bad-looking, Rhoda," she said softly as she reached behind her neck to unzip her uniform.

Men. Once again someone had made a pass at her. At least it wasn't some filthy laundry man. This time it was Dr. Jack Warner, one of the hospital's hot-shot interns. It's amazing how, fast they work, she thought, stepping out of her formfitting outfit, then reaching down and pulling off her panties. They had only gone two floors and he was already pawing her. Rhoda tried to push him off her without offending him. After all, she depended upon the good will of the medical staff to make her job easy.

But Jack Warner was insistent, rubbing her ass with one hand while touching her tits with the other. Her pussy warmed to him, grew so hot and moist that she nearly fainted from the sudden feeling. It was something she'd told herself she would never feel again. No, she was too busy raising a daughter and building a career. But there it was, sex raising its ugly head in the hospital elevator. Once she thought she felt his hot dick brushing against her leg. But, of course, that was an illusion.

Finally she got rid of him by promising a date for next week. Having reached behind her and unhooking her bra, Rhoda looked at herself in the mirror. Yes, she could understand why Jack Warner and others have been after her. She was still a good-looking woman for thirty-eight – hell, for any age. Her thighs were still slim and firm, not blotched with ugly stretch marks. Her full tits rested high on her chest, her dark-red nipples stiff just from her thoughts on Jack Warner and his pass in the elevator. Between her thighs was a thick bush of blonde cuntal hairs, just behind which she could make out the dark pink, moist lips of her cunt.

Yes, yes, she could see why men were after her. Her fingers trailed lightly along her tits, barely touching her nipples, then ran down her navel to her cunthairs. Oh, how good it felt to brush her fingertips over her pussy hairs. The subtle movement of her fingers against her swelling cuntlips made the woman shiver with delight. All these years without once having gone to bed with a man. She must have been crazy! Now she could see her foolishness. As she stood there stark naked in the middle of her bedroom, she began to realize just how foolish she'd been. Surely there would have been ways to go out with a man without upsetting Marcie. She'd been so nervous about that, about her dating having an adverse effect on her daughter.

Well, all that was over. Marcie was old enough to understand. She'd been perhaps overly strict with the girl. There was no sense in her being a hypocrite. Yes, she'd ease up on her daughter, let Marcie do more of what she wanted to.

Marcie! The thought of her absent daughter brought her back to reality. She'd shower quickly, then call the police. Surely something must have happened to her!

"Dear God," she breathed, resting heavily against the wall.

She heard her breath coming in shallow, uneven pants. Had he excited her? Had his touch aroused her pussy even more than it was? Rhoda held her head in both hands, moaning softly. Maybe it was everything… her encounter with Jack Warner today, her daughter's disappearance. All these events were confusing her mind, making her feel things she shouldn't.

Rhoda walked unsteadily to the bathroom. She needed a shower, some cold water to temper her thoughts.

"Oh, hell."

Rhoda shrugged her gown off, bent down and turned on the water. Stepping into the shower tub, she let a cool spray of water wash over her pussy. Immediately she felt a pang of protest from between her legs.

Shaking the woman reached up and concentrated the spray of the shower nozzle on her cunt. No, she couldn't be feeling arousal with that animal around. Now she knew what he was up to, what all that rubbing had been about. He wanted to mount her, to… to fuck her! The thought sickened Rhoda.

As she twisted under the cool spray, reaching out and taking the soap from its dish and lathering her body.

Rhoda felt her blood run cold. The voice had shot out of the dark, down the hall, in the direction of her bedroom. Someone was there. Rhoda gathered the gown more closely to her body, stepping back until she touched the wall. Her heart was beating like a trip hammer while sweat broke out all over her body.

"Who… who are you?" she asked haltingly, feeling her breath catch.

"Out for you."

Footsteps! He was coming closer. Rhoda shrank away, one hand sliding along the wall. She edged toward the bathroom. Big… strong, that she could see from his hulk.

"Don't try nothin' funny. You ain't got nowheres to go. Ain't nobody home 'cept you and the mutt."

"Rex, help!" she cried as the big man came into full view.

He was tall, unshaven, well-built, with a broad, smooth-shaven face that radiated brutality.

"He ain't gonna help you," the big man said. "We knew you had a mutt… you and your daughter."

"Daughter… oh God, Marcie…" Rhoda whispered, holding her hands cupped over her face. He was beating on the wood. The sounds of the hinges splintering filled her ears. She backed away, her vocal chords paralyzed with fear.

"Lemme in, you fuckin' bitch or I'll tear you up, cunt."

Rhoda turned around and ran for the cabinet. Frantically she threw open the mirrored door and searched for something, anything, she could use as a weapon. The door was caving in under his heavy, insistent pounding. The bottom was buckling in, pieces of freshly splintered wood dropping to the tiled floor. She turned and watched the door slowly gave way. Terrified, the woman spotted a drinking glass. It was a desperate chance, but her only one. Rhoda held it tightly in one hand after having wrapped a small hand towel around the rounded base.

As the top hinge popped free and the door threatened to cave in at any second, she drew her hand up, wincing and holding back her face as she struck the edge of the glass against the sink. It shattered, leaving a long pointed shard in her hand. Rhoda braced herself, mustering every ounce of courage and strength she could, as the door finally gave way and crashed to one side.

"There you are, you Goddamned…"

The big man stopped in his tracks, several feet away from the desperate Rhoda. She ground her teeth together, bracing herself, moving the makeshift weapon slowly from side to side.

"Come one step closer and I'll draw this thing across your face," she hissed.

"Hey, lady, hey," he said, chuckling and backing slowly away. "I ain't, gonna hurtcha… really. I just wanted us to have some fun."

"Where's my daughter?" Rhoda asked. "Listen, I was just kidding," he said, spreading out his hands and smiling nervously at the approaching woman.

"My daughter!" Rhoda said louder, feeling a surge of power propelling her forward. "You good-for-nothing animal, what've you done with her?"

She was lunging, holding the glass in front of her, sweeping it close to the man's face in broad arcs.

"You tell me, tell me or…"

"Hey, everything's all…"

He moved quickly. It was the fastest movement she'd ever seen in her life. He kicked and the toe of his boot struck her wrist. The glass and towel flew from her fingers.

Rhoda backed away.

"Now let's see you get so fuckin' feisty," he said.

Rhoda screamed. The tiny bathroom seemed to fill up with him as he stumbled in, his hands stretched out for her. She turned and grabbed at the shower curtains for protection. Then she felt powerful fingers around her throat, yanking her back. The plastic curtain hooks ripped from the pole as he twisted her around.

"Now it's my turn, slut!" he barked.

"No!"

Rhoda managed to cover her face, half blocking his blow. She fell to the right, her feet sliding out from under her.

"Ughhh!" the woman groaned, her head striking the toilet bowel. She was sprawled on the floor, her legs wide apart.

"Not a bad way to start you off. You gotta listen to me, bitch, or I'll take care of you," he snarled.

Rhoda was stunned. She felt him curling his fingers in her hair, yanking her head up. The woman groaned, feeling herself being turned around, being draped over something. It was the toilet bowl. She found herself looking into the shallow clear water, her elbows resting precariously on the edges of the plastic seat. He still had her by the hair, telling her she was going to learn a lesson she'd never forget.