Kassyghost
Star
- Joined
- Oct 24, 2016
- Location
- Six feet under the dirt
Kassandra Kain walked down the upstairs hall checking each of the bedrooms carefully. The first bedroom was her youngest daughter, Haley 16, the room was empty of course, it was a school day and Haley as a good student, but occasionally she skipped school or came home early and Kassy wanted to make sure. The next room was her eldest daughter Sasha, mostly empty now that she'd started college, most of her things had been moved to her dorm room, but Sasha was home this week, doing laundry and hanging around the family pool and sunbathing. The room was indeed empty and Kassy walked to the window and peered down to see her red headed daughter doing exactly what she'd expected, sitting by the pool and getting more freckles by the minute. She hoped the bubble brain daughter had atleast remembered sunscreen, but doubted it.
The final room, with the exception of the master bathroom, was the master bedroom, her and her darling vanilla husband, Dr. Greg Kain. He'd left his dirty socks on the bedroom floor and Kassy shook her head and picked them up and placed them in the hamper no more that 2 feet away. He was of course at work, where he always seemed to be now that he'd opened his own personal practice. Sure she was proud of him and his career had bought them this beautiful house in this upscale gated community, but honestly she was starting to get a bit lonely. When Greg got home from work, usually not till 8-9pm at night he was always exhausted and even when she would put on lingerie after Haley had gone to bed, she still couldn't get him excited enough to make love to her. He'd always make some excuse, too tired, too sore, headache, or just not in the mood. She didn't blame him, but she was certainly starting to feel a little neglected.
It was these feelings of neglect that had led her to look online for some sort of release. She'd started with some bland pornography but soon found herself scrolling through roleplaying game boards for something a little more stimulating. It was on one of these boards she found a link to a website that specialized in something called 'noncon scenarios' and it was this bit of rape fantasy that really got her juices going. Maybe it was the fact that she lived in such a secure and prevalent neighborhood, that the idea of men bursting in and taking her in such a forceful and violent way, but the fact that Greg, when he did make love to her was passionate, but too gentle and always asked for consent. She found that she secretly wanted it rough and the idea of men doing with her as they wanted was really hot. Unfortunately for Kassy she wasn't terribly computer savvy and because of this hole in her knowledge she had signed up for updates to the site, giving her home address, family information during the login process. She hadn't thought anything about it at the time, but soon her mistake would become painfully obvious, and one she would never forget.
Kassy descended the stairs into the living room and peered out the sliding glass door at her Sasha again, she had her earbuds in and was listening to some music, bopping her painted toes to the beat. Kassy smiled before switching on the TV for some background noise, she'd have a couple hours to herself and walked into the den and booted up the computer to check her emails. Their was one from the Blue Moon website which made her smile, probably some twisted fuck boi wanting to RP rape her, so she clicked on the message and saw something she wasn't expecting. Instead of PM request, there was a confirmation message thanking her for her payment and a copy of the waiver she'd signed when she first logged on. 'Weird' she thought to herself before logging off and forgetting about the strange message without a second thought. Afterall there was housework to be done and she had tasks to accomplish.
First was grocery shopping, She didn't bother with the front door, instead using the side door near the carport. Of couse she didn't bother locking the door, she never did and Greg was always complaining about it. Kassy would blow his concerns off as silly, afterall they lived in a gate community and things were safe here, not like the fictional world she roleplayed online in, that was filled with seedy alleyways and dark buildings brimming full of rapists. This was the real world and it was a privileged one that she lived in. She got in her Mercedes SUV and drove off, only briefly pausing to show the guard at the front gate her ID and then off to the store. She did notice something a little strange though. As she pulled through the gate a white work van, pulled away from the curb and began following her. She dismissed this as simple paranoia, they obviously weren't following her, just so happen to be going the same way at the same time she was.
She parked at the store's parking lot and noticed that the white van had also parked across the lot from her. Must be painters or roofers going on lunch break is all, she again dismissed it. She took her time shopping, only buying the very best, organic, gluten free items and checking out using the credit card her husband had provided her, but something strange happened, it was declined. She knew she had a $20,000 credit limit and her current balance was only a few hundred. She cursed herself, knowing that her account must have been hacked, probably that dirty website she used the card to sign up with. "Dammit, Greg is gonna be furious with me." She cursed to herself, pulling out cash to pay for the groceries. She would have to call the bank and let them know there was a problem when she got home.
When She got back to her car she noticed the white van again, but her mind was too distracted about her accounting problems. She didn't even notice that they followed her out of the parking lot and all the way back to the gated community. Her phone rang and she looked down seeing the pic of Greg's smiling face on her screen as she rolled up to the gate. She flashed her ID to the Guard and let the phone go to voicemail, if she wouldn't have been so distracted by the phone she might have noticed that the Van had followed her through the check point and right up the street to her house.
Kassy grabbed her bags of groceries and fumbled through the open side door, trying to kick it shut behind her, but missing completely. "Shoot" she cursed but the bags were heavy and starting to rip, she scurried for the kitchen counter leaving the door ajar.
The final room, with the exception of the master bathroom, was the master bedroom, her and her darling vanilla husband, Dr. Greg Kain. He'd left his dirty socks on the bedroom floor and Kassy shook her head and picked them up and placed them in the hamper no more that 2 feet away. He was of course at work, where he always seemed to be now that he'd opened his own personal practice. Sure she was proud of him and his career had bought them this beautiful house in this upscale gated community, but honestly she was starting to get a bit lonely. When Greg got home from work, usually not till 8-9pm at night he was always exhausted and even when she would put on lingerie after Haley had gone to bed, she still couldn't get him excited enough to make love to her. He'd always make some excuse, too tired, too sore, headache, or just not in the mood. She didn't blame him, but she was certainly starting to feel a little neglected.
It was these feelings of neglect that had led her to look online for some sort of release. She'd started with some bland pornography but soon found herself scrolling through roleplaying game boards for something a little more stimulating. It was on one of these boards she found a link to a website that specialized in something called 'noncon scenarios' and it was this bit of rape fantasy that really got her juices going. Maybe it was the fact that she lived in such a secure and prevalent neighborhood, that the idea of men bursting in and taking her in such a forceful and violent way, but the fact that Greg, when he did make love to her was passionate, but too gentle and always asked for consent. She found that she secretly wanted it rough and the idea of men doing with her as they wanted was really hot. Unfortunately for Kassy she wasn't terribly computer savvy and because of this hole in her knowledge she had signed up for updates to the site, giving her home address, family information during the login process. She hadn't thought anything about it at the time, but soon her mistake would become painfully obvious, and one she would never forget.
Kassy descended the stairs into the living room and peered out the sliding glass door at her Sasha again, she had her earbuds in and was listening to some music, bopping her painted toes to the beat. Kassy smiled before switching on the TV for some background noise, she'd have a couple hours to herself and walked into the den and booted up the computer to check her emails. Their was one from the Blue Moon website which made her smile, probably some twisted fuck boi wanting to RP rape her, so she clicked on the message and saw something she wasn't expecting. Instead of PM request, there was a confirmation message thanking her for her payment and a copy of the waiver she'd signed when she first logged on. 'Weird' she thought to herself before logging off and forgetting about the strange message without a second thought. Afterall there was housework to be done and she had tasks to accomplish.
First was grocery shopping, She didn't bother with the front door, instead using the side door near the carport. Of couse she didn't bother locking the door, she never did and Greg was always complaining about it. Kassy would blow his concerns off as silly, afterall they lived in a gate community and things were safe here, not like the fictional world she roleplayed online in, that was filled with seedy alleyways and dark buildings brimming full of rapists. This was the real world and it was a privileged one that she lived in. She got in her Mercedes SUV and drove off, only briefly pausing to show the guard at the front gate her ID and then off to the store. She did notice something a little strange though. As she pulled through the gate a white work van, pulled away from the curb and began following her. She dismissed this as simple paranoia, they obviously weren't following her, just so happen to be going the same way at the same time she was.
She parked at the store's parking lot and noticed that the white van had also parked across the lot from her. Must be painters or roofers going on lunch break is all, she again dismissed it. She took her time shopping, only buying the very best, organic, gluten free items and checking out using the credit card her husband had provided her, but something strange happened, it was declined. She knew she had a $20,000 credit limit and her current balance was only a few hundred. She cursed herself, knowing that her account must have been hacked, probably that dirty website she used the card to sign up with. "Dammit, Greg is gonna be furious with me." She cursed to herself, pulling out cash to pay for the groceries. She would have to call the bank and let them know there was a problem when she got home.
When She got back to her car she noticed the white van again, but her mind was too distracted about her accounting problems. She didn't even notice that they followed her out of the parking lot and all the way back to the gated community. Her phone rang and she looked down seeing the pic of Greg's smiling face on her screen as she rolled up to the gate. She flashed her ID to the Guard and let the phone go to voicemail, if she wouldn't have been so distracted by the phone she might have noticed that the Van had followed her through the check point and right up the street to her house.
Kassy grabbed her bags of groceries and fumbled through the open side door, trying to kick it shut behind her, but missing completely. "Shoot" she cursed but the bags were heavy and starting to rip, she scurried for the kitchen counter leaving the door ajar.