DID1230 Shut In, Part 1
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Part one of two. Dallas injured her foot and was finally brought home from the hospital. She had a slow recovery and was finally down to a bandage. She had limited mobility and had to cope by herself because she was a divorcee living alone. When she was not using a wheelchair, she could only hobble around on crutches. A night nurse was supposed to arrive but never showed up. Dallas' morale was good at first. But then the phone calls began. They came frequently and Dallas had to answer them in case they were an important call from the nurse's aide. Each time, however, she met with the same creepy male laugh on the other end. This irritated rather than frightened Dallas. She was not a timid woman by nature. Besides, she thought the calls could well be a prank played by some silly kyds. Unfortunately, she was very wrong on that count. A short time after she had gone to bed, a masked and boiler-suited man started walking down her hallway. He was a crazed sex-fiend who had had his eye on the busty, blonde divorcee for several weeks. Now that she was injured and highly vulnerable, he was intent on taking advantage of her charms. It was he who had placed the calls to Dallas. They were all part of his twisted fun. Little did Dallas know that he had made them to her while he was actually inside her house. He had been there all day after slipping in through an unlocked back door. At any moment he could have made his move on the unsuspecting woman. But the time he chose was now. Heading in Dallas' bedroom, he crept up behind her while she lay in the depths of XXXX - clad in nothing but a silky robe. Suddenly he lunged at her, closing one hand hard over her mouth. Dallas awoke with a muffled yelp. A frantic struggled ensued, and she managed to grab a crutch that was near at hand. Swinging it up, she struck her attacker on the head and sent him sprawling to the floor. While he lay there, seemingly out cold, Dallas struggled to her feet and hobbled past him on her crutches. She needed to reach her phone and call the police. Her breath came hard and she glanced warily at the motionless figure of the attacker. She had good cause to do so. The fiend was only feigning injury. Barely had Dallas make it out of the room when he lunged across the floor and caught her by the ankle. She fell hard, rolled onto her back, and was instantly under assault from her fast-moving attacker. With his superior strength he gripped her wrists and pinned them down on either side of her head. Then he lay between her legs to weigh down her struggling body. Dallas's robe had come open in all the drama. Her big breasts were laid bare, and the attacker took advantage of their availability by fondling them and sucking on their nipples. Dallas gasped in distress and pleaded for mercy, but it was all in vain. Presently, the attacker grabbed her by the hair and hauled her up on to her knees. Again he took his lecherous pleasure of her - running his hands over her every exposed inch