Friday Frightnight (F/F)

[Janbound]

A quick one. Just couldn’t resist it.

Jan came home late on Friday after a terrible week at work. Opening her front door, hanging up her coat and kicking off her heels she headed for her kitchen and the cold wine in her fridge, her stockinged feet gliding over the tiled floor. That’s when she heard the soft but firm voice. “Hold it there sweetie. Hands up!”

Her heart racing, Jan froze in the doorway, the fridge light illuminating her shock. The shadowy figure of a woman emerged from the dining room, a gun pointed directly at Jan’s chest. She was tall, with a stern look on her face, and had her hair pulled back in a tight bun. Jan felt a cold shiver run down her spine.

"Don’t make a sound," the woman ordered, her voice as calm as it was commanding. Jan couldn’t help but notice the lack of malice in her tone, as if this was a mere formality.

With swift, efficient movements, the woman directed Jan into the living room. She had emerged from the shadows wearing all black, a balaclava hiding her features except for piercing eyes that scanned the room as if cataloging everything she owned. She uttered one word. “Strip!”

Jan felt a wave of fear and indignation, but she knew better than to argue with a gun pointed at her. Her trembling fingers began to unbutton her blouse, eyes locked on the intruder’s unwavering gaze. She stepped out of her skirt and kicked it away from her, feeling more vulnerable than she ever had in her own home. “Bra too sweetie!” Jan reached awkwardly behind herself, un clipping her bra and letting her boobs drop down, tossing the lacy material into the pile. “You can keep your tights. Don’t want you getting too cold.” She sneered.

The woman took the clothes and tossed them into the corner. “Sit down on the couch, hands behind your head, and don’t move.” Her mind racing, Jan obeyed, trying to formulate a plan. She could feel the couch cushions dig into her bare skin as she sat, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. The intruder stepped closer, the cold steel of the gun never leaving Jan’s chest. “What do you want?” Jan managed to croak out.

“Not your concern.” The woman said handing Jan a pair of stainless steel hand cuffs. “Put these one.”

Jan's heart was hammering in her chest as she took the handcuffs, feeling the weight of them in her palms. She had never been in a situation like this before, and her mind was racing with fear and confusion. With trembling hands, she locked one wrist behind her back, the cool metal sending a shiver down her spine. She then placed her hands behind her back and fastened the other cuff on her opposite wrist. The woman looked behind Jan and checked the cuffs were secure and not loose, then took another set end of cuffs and secured it to around Jans arms just above her elbows, effectively trapping Jan’s arms in place.

The intruder took a step back, seemingly satisfied with Jan's compliance. Jan could feel the cold metal digging into her skin, the stark reality of her predicament setting in. The woman took a moment to survey Jan, her eyes lingering on Jan’s naked body for a second before looking away, a hint of something unreadable flickering across her face. Jan’s eyes narrowed. This wasn’t just a robbery; there was something more to this, something personal.

Turning back to Jan the woman again said one word. “Feet.”

Her voice was as cold as the metal handcuffs that now bit into Jan’s wrists. With trembling legs Jan raised her feet onto the couch and bent her knees, the intruder then fastened Jan’s ankles together with another set of handcuffs. Jan’s heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest. She was completely exposed and at the mercy of this stranger. The woman approached Jan and forced a pink ball gag into her mouth, buckling it behind her head. She ran her hand down Jan’s chest pausing to squeeze a nipple. The woman took a seat across from Jan, the gun resting on her lap, pointed directly at Jan’s vulnerable form.

The woman leaned back, taking a moment to appreciate her handiwork. Jan’s mind was racing, trying to find a way out of this, but her body was responding differently. A strange sensation began to stir between her legs, a wetness she hadn’t anticipated. The woman noticed Jan’s arousal and smirked beneath her balaclava. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she said, her voice hiding a slight giggle. Jan felt a flush of embarrassment and anger. She didn’t know why her body was betraying her like this.

The woman put the gun down, slipped her boots off revealed her bare feet and removed her balaclava letting her red hair fall to her shoulders. “Let’s get the telly in and I’ll cook something.”

No matter how bad a week Jan had, she could always expect her girlfriend Sally to find some novel way to cheer her up.

[Reidy]

Fun story. Does Sally do house calls?

[Caesar73]

That was quite the nice twist at the End! Well done!