Gwen spent the next day at home. Although her head had cleared, her ass was still quite sore. She called into the Doctor for an appointment to get checked out. Her feeling that she had been violated was becoming more than just a vague suspicion. She thought that perhaps she had been raped, but by whom and with no evidence to prove it and no clue about who her attacker might be, could do little about it. There was little point in telling the police. When the doctor asked her if she had had anal sex recently, the suspicion turned into anger as the certainty that she had been raped became obvious.
Suddenly, her erstwhile safe haven of her home did not feel as safe as it had. Someone had the wherewithal to get into the house while she was sleeping. Gwen wasn’t frightened just angry and vengeful. She wanted to catch whoever it was and then she wanted to fuck them up. She wanted to kill them.
Gwen returned home having filled out a prescription of some soothing cream for her ass which she applied as soon as she got in doors. Coolly, she began to search her house for any evidence of an intruder. She realised that the front door had had the chain engaged so they couldn’t have got in that way. The kitchen door was always locked and the keys were in a drawer. She checked to make sure that was the case. Her two keys were safely in the knife drawer. She ruled out the back door.
Gwen checked each of the windows, looking for signs of being forced. They were all locked tight. She could rule that method out as well. The trap door to the roof space had a bolt on the underside. There was no way anyone could get in the house.
Gwen looked around the outside, checking the windows and door frames to see if she had missed anything. She noticed that the flower bed had footprints in the soft earth right outside her living room window and the same outside her bedroom window. The ledges were too high for her to see over, but she thought that she had a peeper and suddenly felt dirty. Judging by the state of the ground, they had been peeping on her for some time.
Gradually, as she downed a cup of coffee, Gwen began to form a plan. So, he liked to watch and somehow, had access to her house so, why not trap him at his own game. Give him a show and see what happens.
On her way home from work the next day, she dropped into the bank where she had a safety deposit box where she kept a small pistol bought by her father when she told him of her plan to move to the big city. Gwen didn’t like guns and, up to now, had not felt the need to keep one in the house. She made sure it was loaded, flipped the safety and put it under the pillow.
She pulled a kitchen knife from the wooden block and put that under the bed as a backup weapon. She carefully hid some more knives around the ground floor in places that she could reach if needed, but would not be obvious to anyone else.
Satisfied that she had made as many preparations as possible, Gwen settled down to act as normal as possible. It was the first time she had examined her normal routine and realised how humdrum it was. Normally, she would pour a glass of wine, look at her mail, shower and then bed. It was a life lacking excitement and if she wasn’t careful, would slip into a rut.
Gwen poured her wine, replaced the cork in the bottle and put it back in the fridge. She carried the glass into the living room and sat on the settee to wait and see what happened. She felt something in between fear and excitement and found it hard to relax, jumping at every sound. Gwen turned the lights down until the lamps just glowed, throwing the room into deep shadows.
She sat until eleven o’clock, slightly later than her normal bed time, but nothing happened.
Gwen at last got up to retire. She realised that she hadn’t drunk the wine and found she didn’t want it and poured it down the kitchen sink.
She ran the shower, dried and then went to bed. She lay for a short while and then crept out of the room and lay on the settee in the complete darkness of the living room.
After a few hours, her eyelids began to droop and her head nodded a few times. She fell asleep and woke the next morning at her usual time. Nothing had happened fortunately. She wondered why that might be the case and then realised that she had closed the curtains completely, effectively blocking her peeper’s view of her.
Gwen dressed for work and shuffled the curtain, leaving enough of a gap as it had been before.
Her working day passed in a blur. Gwen couldn’t concentrate properly, her mind puzzling over whom her attacker might be and she still couldn’t work out how they were getting in.
One thing she did manage though, Gwen tailgated Trudy into the restroom and once she was certain they were alone, backed her up against the wall and kissed her fully on the mouth while her hand slipped under Trudy’s skirt. She pressed against her sex through the fabric of her panties which quickly became wet as her secretions soaked into the gusset. Gwen promised her that, if she got through tonight, she and Trudy would get it on. It was a bit cryptic for Trudy who looked at her with a puzzled expression and wondered what the significance of tonight was. Gwen’s remembrance of her younger liaison and the tremendous orgasm she had had with Mister Reliable had intrigued her. Trudy was available and looked good enough to eat.
Gwen left her in the restroom, quivering at the sudden turnaround and the prospect of having Gwen’s body. She went into one of the booths, removed her pants and frigged her sex until she came, squishily.
At last, Gwen reached home. Closed the front door and attached the chain. She picked up the mail from the mat and dropped it on the table in the living room. Gwen thought to go through her usual routine, but her senses were on a tight rope. Every sound was magnified many fold. She had to concentrate on doing the normal things n the usual order.
She opened the fridge to get her bottle of wine. It was at that was that moment she knew for certain that someone had been in the house since last night. The cork of the bottle was pushed far too deeply and further than her thumb was capable of.
Diary note Wednesday 26th
The bottle is all prepared, had to use a little less because it was only half full. Was happy to see she had rearranged the curtains. So tonight, I am going to fuck her face. I am going to shove my dick right down her fucking throat. The cunt is going to swallow my whole load.
Gwen was already home by the time he got into place. He hurriedly pulled out his periscope, just in time to see her getting comfortable on the settee. She had already taken off her blouse and skirt and was sitting in nothing more than her bra and panties. The fabric was a nice shade of pink and completely matching.
He licked his lips, anticipating the feel of her hot mouth around his cock. It was just a matter of time. Perhaps he would stop before blowing his load and fuck her again. He might even get her pregnant. He grinned at the thought and licked his lips.
The flickering of the television threw shifting colours over her skin. He now knew what she felt like, warm, soft and pliable. He almost got his cock out to fondle it, but resisted the urge in case he blew his load while he watched her.
After a while, she switched off the television using the remote and then the lights went out of the living room. Her body was a silhouetted briefly in the doorway when she turned on the bathroom light. The door closed, denying him further viewing.
Careful not to make any noise, he crept around to her bedroom window. The curtains were pulled tight together. Fuck it; he thought to himself, I forgot to rearrange them earlier. It meant he would just have to wait until he was confident she would be under the effects of the Rohypnol.
Her bedroom light came on a few minutes later, shinning dimly through the curtain fabric. Not long now and he licked his lips again. The light went off after just a few minutes. He thought to give it half an hour, just to be certain she was fully under.
He waited, checking his watch and getting more excited as the hands worked around the luminous dial and ticked off the time.
Stealthily, he crept to the kitchen door when the half hour had passed. He fumbled for the key in his pocket and then, when he had got it, remembered to put his gloves on. The key slid into the lock and noiselessly turned, tripping the levers and pulling back the mortise until the door was unlocked. He pressed the latch down, the door opened on hinges he had thought to oil so they wouldn’t squeak.
He stepped into the kitchen and closed the door slowly, leaving it unlocked, just caught on the latch. The room was in darkness, but that wasn’t of any concern. He knew the layout and had paced the route from kitchen to bedroom several times, memorising the distances. He left the kitchen and angled across the corner of the living room, missing the bathroom door to go straight to her bedroom. The door was slightly ajar. He paused and listened to hear if she was asleep, but could not detect any sound at all.
Licking his lips, he pushed the door open. The room was not in total darkness, the outside ground lights offered just enough illumination through the curtains for him to see. She was completely covered under the bed linen and looked to be lying on her side.
As silently as possible, he stepped into the room and advanced on the bed. He reached for the covers to pull them back off of her. As his hand made contact with the sheet and the realisation that the shape was from pillows bunched together under the sheet, he heard a noise behind him. The Janitor spun around just as the muzzle report flashed in the darkness.
Pain registered suddenly. A pain, like he had never felt before, white hot and spread from the centre of his chest rapidly. He had been thrown across the bed from the blast of the bullet and couldn’t breathe properly.
He looked at the round hole of the gun as it wavered in front of him and then, everything went black and he descended into darkness.
She watched him, a dark shape silently creeping across the corner of the living room. Gwen had lain on the settee, keeping the room in darkness and hoping that whoever it was entering into her home would not see her. The back of the settee offered quite a bit of cover where it was angled away from the bedroom door. She couldn’t see well enough to make him out, but he looked huge.
She felt for the gun she had put under the pillow. It was cold in her hand. She trembled in fear, but she also felt something else. She realised she was aroused, she was going to shoot this guy and she felt aroused. Her body buzzed with the combination of thrill, fear and excitement all mixed together.
Silently, she rose from the settee, keeping low and keeping him in sight. He pushed the bedroom door open and went inside. Gwen inched forward with the gun raised as her dad had taught her, her trigger finger poised on the little lever, the stock snug in her palm and her other hand supporting her wrist.
Gwen stood in the doorway and aimed at his back. She brushed against the doorframe, the sound was enough in the silence of her house to alert him. He stood, huge and dark. Gwen squeezed the trigger and felt the jolt of the recoil jerk her wrist.
She hit the light switch and saw him sprawled across her bed. She saw the hole in his chest and the spreading stain of crimson. He looked at her for a moment before the light went from his eyes. The Janitor, fuck. It was the Janitor and the filthy cunt had his cock out.
Suddenly, she was exhausted and wobbled on her feet.
Gwen called the Police as soon as she was sure he was dead.
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Detective Oliver got the call at around midnight. A report of a shooting in a usually quiet part of the neighbourhood, made by a distraught woman who said she had killed an intruder.
He was dead for sure. The bullet a through and through had made a real mess of him. He noted the guys cock was out, was wearing gloves and had a periscope in the inside pocket of his trench coat.
As a matter of procedure, he arrested Gwen and then began his investigation of the dead man.
His home was a mess of pornographic materials. Books and magazines of naked women in poses designed to show their sex. He had a whole row of DVD’s on a shelf above the player. Oliver flicked through some, disgusted at the depravity depicted in the rape scenes being shown, all despoiling women and treating their bodies to violations that were degrading in nature.
If this was his wank material, it wasn’t a big surprise that he went for the real thing in the end.
He closed the diary and shook his head at his inability to understand what made some people tick.
Justifiable homicide was the right outcome for Gwen he thought.