Delivery from Jimmy

The week following my latest encounter with Jimmy was uneventful, as my parents were in town and my husband and I were focused on entertaining them. I even was able to get my husband to come home on time while they were here. They went back home on Sunday, and as soon as I they left my husband and I collapsed on the sofa. We both loved my folks but we both struggled a bit with how busy they would keep us while visiting. It was a constant list of tasks or activities. My mom didn’t really care that we were near 40, she still thought it was her duty to make sure there was something going on to keep everyone busy.

My husband went to bed early, and I decided to stay up a little while longer to pick up a few things around the house. There wasn’t much to pick up as my mom would tidy up throughout her stay. When I went back to the bedroom, my husband was propped up on his pillow watching tv and texting. I crawled in bed, gave him a kiss and rolled over and fell quickly asleep. The next day I went through my normal morning routine. Getting ready for work and heading in, at my desk ridiculously early.

However, there was a change to my routine that was unexpected. When I got out of the elevator from the parking garage, I was greeted by a uniformed police officer. He asked to see my employee badge, which I had to dig out of my work bag, as it’s never requested. He thanked me for my cooperation and I was on my way. When I sat at my desk and booted up my computer, I saw an email from HR indicating that an employee had been let go, and he’d made some threats. I knew who it was, as I’d commented several times to Sarah that he was hot. He stood about 6’3”, had a gorgeous beard, ice blue eyes, and an ass for days. However, it wasn’t those features that made me swoon, it was the heft in his crotch, he was seriously packing.

When Sarah got into the office, she too was unnerved by the police officer at the desk. However, we made some idle chitchat talking about our weekend. She knew that I was stressed out by my folks staying with me. I let her know it was a relief to have them gone.

After the initial interruption by the police, the rest of the day went on without a hitch. The routine of client appointments, completing my internal reporting, and meetings. As I was walking to my car that afternoon, I was thinking about everything that had been going on, and I wasn’t really paying attention to much else. I unlocked my car, and as I got in I felt a cold, almost metal like feeling on the back of my head. I whipped my head around, and there was Chad, the man who’d been fired. He had a gun pointed at me.

Now, while I knew who he was, I really never worked with him and had no idea why he’d be targeting me for anything. He says to me, as I reach for the door handle, “Don’t you fucking dare Mikey. You’re going to drive. Let’s go.” Not wanting to anger him, I put the car in gear and pulled out of the garage. He was directing me and soon enough we were pulling into a garage. It was in a part of town that I wasn’t familiar with, and I had no idea where I was. Chad kept the gun on me as he got out of the car. Once he was out of the car he ordered me out. I put my hands up and said, “Jesus, ok, I’m coming, why are you doing this?” He looks at me incredulously and says, “Don’t you fucking know?” “No!” I scream, getting upset and scared.

He looks at me and says, “For weeks, you parade around me, shaking your ass, your eye contact. Did you really think I didn’t notice you flirting with me like that?” I look at him in shock, “Flirting with you? Chad I barely know you, I think we’ve spoken maybe five times in the months we’ve worked together.” He grabs me and slams me against the wall, “You fucking know you were flirting with me, you’re a fucking slut, like every other faggot.” I winced at the word, I’ve never liked it. “Jesus Christ, you’re hurting me Chad.”

He momentarily pulled back, but then he grabbed me and dragged me further into the building that we were at. As we got in, the building seemed to be some kind of an industrial building. He pushed me down one a couch and started pacing. Finally, he comes back and kneels down in front of me. He places his hands on mine and looks up at me, “You don’t understand, I had to do this, otherwise you wouldn’t know how I felt.”

“This is fucking crazy Chad, most people would just tell the other person they like them. You fucking kidnapped me.” He stood up, and slapped me so hard across the face, my eyes exploded into white stars. Reeling from his hit, I collapsed back into the couch. I was too stunned to move. I didn’t until I felt cold metal against my skin again. This time it was a large buck knife, as Chad cut my clothes off. I was terrified, and immediately started to pull away, but he kept slicing at my clothes. I begged him to stop, but he just kept cutting them.

I was crying at this point, but he had me pinned down. I looked down and I was naked. He grabbed me by the neck and walks me over to a bed, I hadn’t noticed it before, but it was tucked around a corner. He pushed me on the bed and started tying me down. I meekly tried to pull away so he couldn’t tie me, but I was still dazed a bit.

I was struggling against my restraints when again, my vision exploded into bright lights then everything went dark. I have no idea how long it took for me to come to, but when I did, it was dark outside but the room was lit by a single floor lamp in the corner. I looked everywhere I could for Chad, but didn’t see him from my limited field of vision. I again started to struggle against my restraints. As soon as I did, I heard him call from the other room, “There’s no use trying to escape Mikey, you won’t be able to get loose.” My heart sank as I heard him speak. I fought to hear him above my pounding heart. It was shortly after he said that, that I felt his breath on the back of my neck.

“You look so beautiful laid out here for me Mikey, like an angel.” I turned away from him, his voice, his smell was making me nauseous. However, I couldn’t get far enough away from him, seeing as I was tied down. I thought he’d gone, but then I felt the bed shift, and his weight lowered on me. I felt his hair covered chest on my back. The pressure on my back was intense and he rested his whole weight on me, but then it was gone. I felt some pulling on my leg straps, and then my legs felt loose, but when I went to pull away, they caught. It was clear to that Chad had only loosened, but not released my bonds.

He did the same to my arms next. Once they were loosened, he pulled me up onto my knees. With no preparation, he thrust every inch of his cock into me. I screamed out in agony as he tore through my ring. Tears streamed down my face, as he relentlessly thrust in and out of my ass. The pain wasn’t relenting. Fuck his cock was huge. If this were any other situation I probably would have loved getting fucked by this man, but I was terrified. He was fucking me in jerking motions and I knew he was about to cum. My ass filled with a warm sensation as he pumped my guts full of cum.

No sooner did he finish inside me, he pulled out and re-tightened the straps. I was once again face down, unable to move. I must have fallen asleep, when I opened my eyes there was a glimmer of light coming through the window. I was still tied to the bed. I felt the cold blade of Chad’s knife, slowly tracing my leg. Obviously it wasn’t the sharp edge, as it didn’t break the skin. He leaned down and said, “Wasn’t it beautiful, the way we made love last night? You have to admit, we have something special between us.” I started crying, and I asked him again, “Why are you doing this to me?” He said, “Mikey, I fell in love with you the day I met you. But, you never gave me a fucking chance. You just swished your ass around, taunting me like a whore.” He climbed on me again, lining his cock up to my ass and stabbing it relentlessly into me.

I wasn’t sure what I needed to do to get out of here, but I knew fighting him wasn’t going to work. I just lay there and let him have his way with me. I couldn’t believe this was happening again, I was still so sore from last nights relentless fuck. He was calling me every name in the book, a whore, slut, faggot. They just rolled off his tongue.

I tried to disconnect myself from my body, wishing this wasn’t real. I knew that someone had to be looking for me though, because I’d not come home last night, and then not shown up for work today. Someone had to be looking. Didn’t they? Just as I was thinking that I heard the loudest bang. It sounded like a firecracker had gone off next to my head. I thought for sure that I was being shot, especially after I felt the heat of blood pooling on my back. I cried out in fear.

I hear a commotion, a flurry of voices, and then one voice out of them all made me know I was safe. Ben rushed over and knelt next to the bed, and says, “Fuck, Mikey, I’m so glad we found you. I’m sorry we didn’t find you sooner.” I looked into his eyes and could see that he was on the verge of tears. I immediately burst into tears and started bawling while they pulled his lifeless body off me. Ben pulled me from the bed and wrapped me in a blanket. He told me that as they came through the door, Chad had the knife lifted over his head, and it looked like he was about to stab me. I told him about what Chad had done to me, and told him I was surprised they’d found me so quickly. Ben looked at me incredulously and said, “What day do you think it is Mikey?” I said, “Tuesday, why?” He went on to tell me it was Thursday, I’d been gone for three days.

I looked at him and wasn’t sure how to process it. I started to get a little woozy from the thought of what he’d done to me over the course of that three days. I knew of two of the times that he’d used me. Had there been more times?

Ben led me out of the garage where my car was parked, and toward a waiting ambulance. As I climbed in, Ben followed. I was surprised, figuring he’d stay there. He said, “I’m not letting you ride to hospital alone.” He held me most of the way there, only pulling way long enough to call my husband and let him know they found me.

They ran a number of tests at the hospital. STI and HIV tests were run in addition to processing the rape kit. There was no question that I was raped, but they said it may help them crack other cases, that may have gone unsolved. After all was said and done, my husband took me home.

It felt so wonderful to walk through our door. I grabbed my husband and held him tight. I told him that I wanted to take a shower. I pulled off the scrubs they’d given me to wear home, and stepped in the shower. Standing under the hot water, I let it pour over me. My husband stepped into the shower behind me and softly caressed my back. He kept saying, “I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you baby.” I reached back and started stroking his cock. He says, “What are you doing baby, you don’t have to do that.” I turn back to him and say, “I need you to make love to me, so I can forget what he did to me.”

My husband starts to finger me, and once hard, slowly inserts his cock into me. His gentle thrusts, and tender kisses, make me feel loved. He’s being so tender. He’s conquering the horrible image of Chad using me. He’s whispering how much he loves me in my ear. I feel him cum, warmth radiating from my ass. He pulls his cock out of me and I turn and immediately collapse into his chest and start crying. “I love you bub” I whisper to him.

Soon after we curl up in bed, I feel his muscular chest pressed against my back, holding me tightly. I fall into a deep sleep, exhausted from my ordeal. My dreams were filled with a combination of the men in my life; Ben saving me, Jimmy unleashing my inner slut, my husband still loving me, Scott taking advantage of me, and now Chad thinking he can use me.

I knew tomorrow was a new day. How I would take on that day was to be determined.