Vengeance: A Ruined Homeymoon - Sex Stories

Vengeance: A Ruined Homeymoon

... sequestered themselves away for the weekend. Nobody would notice them missing. This was, after all, their honeymoon.

She reached the front door, which she'd already scanned for any cameras. She picked the lock in a moment--that's actually the easiest part--and she was inside in a moment. She knew the alarm code, their first kiss' date, and coincidentally the first time Jane repped 3 plate squat at the gym. Fond memories all around, then, she smiled to herself to see if she still could. She was inside the home, crouched down, sneaking to the kitchen, behind their island. If she was smart, she's grab a weapon. But, she wanted to prove something--prove it to herself as a woman. She set on the floor her black duffel bag and withdrew some cord from it, as well as a ring gag.

She skulked through the living room, stopping just outside the door of their bedroom. The door was left open just a crack. From within, Jane heard bare feet on hardwood. She heard the steps moving away from the door, but they were still close. Only a few feet away, her prey, Jane could sense her. From within the connected shower, Jane heard running water. Chet loved singing along to his loud music--it was a trait Jane had loved--and he was doing it now, too. Jane wondered if Mona hated it.

Mona laid out a towel onto the bedspread, and stood by the bed. She was about to climb onto it, but had somehow built up some static charge walking around the room. She was jolted by the tip of her finger, and ...

... yelped in pain. She fell to the floor immediately, holding her arms around her. She was filled with terror at it--that dreadful sensation of electricity. It started her heart at 200 beats per minute. She calmed herself, but knew it would take a moment. She'd always had a fear of electricity, shocks, and lightning. Storms too, of course, but those were at least avoidable with noise-canceling headphones and a blindfold. These little jolts throughout the day weren't so ignored.

Mona didn't know what had happened. In an instant, she was thrown across the room and rolled to a stop, sliding across the floor of the living room. Mona hadn't been this close to the floor before, and made a mental note to use some wood filler at a scratch she passed. She stood from a kneel, disoriented. Something was on her face, and she muttered, "Hhuhtt hha hewhw?"

In front of her stood a taller woman in all black. The woman had an angular face with intense, haunted eyes that followed her movements like she was a fox caught in a trap. She wore a long-sleeved sweatshirt, beanie, and sweatpants. The clothes were dotted in aesthetic weathering, like dozens of tiny holes. In one hand was black tether cord that shined of synthetic fiber. The woman was hunched down and still taller than her, and the two stood together for a split second before this stranger launched forward.

Jane was already successful in quieting the woman, so now Chet wouldn't hear what came next. She charged toward her target, ready ...