all characters are fictional and over 18
Margaret was out running errands to get ready to close on her house later that day. Her and her husband, Harold, were older now and had lived on the same farm in South Carolina for 30 years and were looking to downsize into something smaller and leave the farming to the kids. They had met a nice realtor, a younger woman named Tracy, she was in her mid 30s and well known around the town for her work. So far she had been great, she found a new home for the couple, got them a great offer on their house and had even struck up a slight friendship with Margaret, coming over from time to time to talk and bake and whatnot.
After Margaret finished her errands she headed back to the farm house, pulling into the long drive way that had rows and rows of corn stalks on each side, almost like an ocean it seemed. As she pulled up to the house she noticed Tracy’s car was already there, she thought that was a bit odd cause Tracy never came over unless Margaret was already there but she figured maybe she was getting a head start on the final steps for closing the deal.
Margaret opened the door to the house and announced she was there, thinking Tracy was maybe in the kitchen waiting for her, but no one answered back to her. She set her bags down and walked around the kitchen and living room looking for Tracy or Harold but didn’t see anyone. Then she heard a noise coming from upstairs, it was like a knocking noise with the occasional thud. She began to suspect maybe someone had broken into the house and that Harold and Tracy were possibly in danger. Most women might’ve ran outside and called the police but Margaret was a tough old southern gal, she’d seen a thing or two and been in some scraps in her day. She grabbed the wooden baseball bat they kept by the stairs and slowly made her way upstairs. The door to the master bedroom was cracked, sunlight coming through, illuminating something laying in front of the door. Margaret got closer to see what it was and saw it was the black bottoms to a woman’s skirt suit, the kind of suit Tracy normally wore. She stepped over it and decided to peak through the door and was horrified at what she was seeing. There right at the foot of the bed was her husband Harold with his pants down, fucking Tracy against the footboard, the knocking sound coming from the headboard hitting the wall. Tracy was a blonde with a slight tan and blue eyes, soft pink lips and perfect teeth. She had a cloth gag tied tightly around her perfect mouth though, her head back, clearly enjoying herself and moaning with each thrust. She had pearl earrings and a pearl necklace with the top black jacket to her suit still on and unbuttoned with a white undershirt. Her hands were handcuffed together to one of the bars on the footboard behind her and her legs were apart, her bouncy ass pressing against the wood and sporting a hot pink g string that was pulled to the side so she could be fucked and wearing black heels. Margaret couldn’t believe what she was seeing, they were doing this depraved shit in her own bedroom, the one she’d lived in for 30 years, her husband betraying her and what she thought was a friend completely stabbing her in the back like this.
She slowly pushed the door open, the bat in her hand and snuck up behind Harold. Tracy brought her head down and opened her eyes briefly to see Margaret holding the bat, her eyes widened with surprise and before she could make a sound, Margaret cracked Harold over the head with the bat, knocking him to the ground, out cold. Tracy stood there in shock seeing Harold on the ground and seeing Margaret glaring at her with daggers for eyes. She pulled on the cuffs and tried to talk but all she could make was muffled noise. Margaret walked closer to her.
“In my own home?” She said
“In my own fucking bedroom? And what kind of fucked up shit is this? Harold was never into this. You like being tied up like this? Cause now you’re in a pretty bad spot here young lady”
Tracy started to shake her head, breathing through her nose and trying to speak, tears welling up in her eyes.
“I don’t want to hear it you fuckin whore” Margaret snapped
“Using that nasty little pussy of yours to corrupt my Harold, ya ought to be ashamed”
Tracy looked down forgetting about her thong pulled to the side, exposing her pussy, wet and warm from being fucked, her clit swollen from being aroused. She quickly closed her legs in shame. Margaret scoffed.
“You wait here missy, I’ll deal with you in a minute”
Margaret made her way out of the room and down the stairs, Leaving Tracy where she was. Tracy began to panic. She pulled at the cuffs behind her back.
“Fuck!” She thought to herself
“He said she wasn’t gonna be back till tonight! What the fuck do I do?? She’s gonna kill me!!”
Tracy used her legs to squat down and then thrust up, trying to break the wooden bar she was cuffed to. She did this a few times until she started hearing cracking, she hurried up and did it a couple more times and the bar finally broke, freeing her from the foot board. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back but at least she was mobile. She made her way over to the window, turning around to try to open it with her hands behind her back. She got it open most of the way and managed to weasel her way onto the roof, awkwardly trying to walk on the sloped surface in heels with her hands cuffed behind her. She was desperately looking for a way down when she finally found a tall bush that was close enough to the roof that she could jump into. She got as close to the edge of the roof as she could, squatted down and jumped, crashing into the bush, getting hit and scraped by branches on her way down, one of which caught the string on her thong and ripped it off leaving her bottom half completely bare now. She rolled out of the bush and quickly got up, she could see her car but there was no way she was going to be able to drive it, she didn’t have her keys and physically she wouldn’t be able to. She figured her best bet would be to make it to the road and flag someone down for help. Tracy took of running in her heels towards the long driveway, hands still cuffed behind her, gagged and only wearing the top to her suit. She heard the front door to the house fly open as Margaret stormed out onto the porch.
“IM NOT DONE WITH YOU YET, BITCH!” She yelled.
Margaret looked to her right and saw a garden hoe leaning against the wall, she grabbed it and started running after Tracy, gaining on her quickly. Tracy glanced behind her to see Margaret chasing her with the gardening tool and her heart began to race frantically, she tried running faster down the drive way, starting to see the road where cars were passing by. Tracy with tears in her eyes tried in vain to yell out as she ran from Margaret hoping maybe someone would hear her and save her.
“Mmmmmmm!!! Mmmmmmm!!!!”
Tracy took a wrong step and her heel broke causing her to trip and fall forward right on her face into the driveway, knocking the wind out of her for a second and leaving her in a daze. She was on her stomach on the ground, her hands behind her making it hard to get up, her legs open wide from how she landed, her pussy now totally exposed. Margaret charged forward, seeing red and raised the garden hoe above her head. Just as Tracy was catching her breath and about to get up and make another run for it, Margaret brought the garden hoe down between Tracy’s legs, slicing off her meaty labia and her clitoris with one fell swoop. Tracy’s head shot back, her eyes widened from the pain shooting up through her body, tears falling down her face, fingers curling in. She screamed into her gag.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!”
Margaret watched as Tracy rolled around muffled screaming and sobbing, blood coming from her mutilated pussy.
“Doesn’t to pay to be a whore I guess” she chuckled
“Guess you should stick to houses sweetie. Speaking of which, I think we’re gonna go with a different realtor, you have a nice day now”
Margaret walked back down the driveway towards her house, as Tracy rolled around in pain, bound and gagged, violently sobbing over her lost womanhood.
The End.