The Watcher

Bradley watched his laptop monitor open-mouthed in horror. His legs grew weaker and he had to sit on his bed. He wanted to turn away but he couldn’t. An intruder had entered Ria’s house. Bradley had gotten used to monitoring Ria via his uplink from his cameras that he had installed and it was something he watched obsessively when he knew she was there.

The camera recorded any motion that it detected, so he was watching a feed from 6 hours ago, round about lunchtime, when Bradley would have been at work. To his horror, he could see the intruder ransack the place, going through drawers and gathering jewelry.

Bradley’s first thought was that he should turn his footage over to the police, but it took him a second to realize that this would involve the disclosure and loss of his cameras, and by extension his regular feed of Ria’s movements. He would no longer see her dressing and undressing each day, a ritual which he followed obsessively and masturbated to each night. Life without that seemed unbearable.

No, he would not turn the footage over to the police.

To Bradley’s further horror, he watched as the burglar dropped his pants and started to defile Ria’s underwear drawer, at one point wrapping his thing in her panties and pleasuring himself. The bastard, he thought without any conscious thoughts of hypocrisy. Bradley felt sick. However, the intruder stopped and the camera showed him dart to the window then downstairs. Wait! What time was this recorded? Ria would be home today at… Oh, fuck! The feeling of terror swept over him like a wave. Nothing happened on screen for a minute, then Ria was led onto his screen, pulled by her hair, and pushed down on the bed. No!!!! Bradley punched his bed in frustration, then looked back at the bed on the screen and saw his beloved being handcuffed to the corners. He sank to his knees as he watched her clothes being shredded and her beautiful torso exposed by the evil knife-wielding criminal, then blindfolded being **** to suck his cock. Bradley had never known such impotent rage!

It was one thing to watch Ria with her husband, consensually having sex. This was another thing entirely. Tears ran down his face and he realized his jaw ached from his teeth being clenched so hard. Now he was on top of her, without a conscience, fucking his Roxy Rose! This wasn’t fair! If she was going to have sex with anyone else it should have been him. Bradley. Not this, this criminal low-life who just appeared out of nowhere and was taking whatever he wanted. Bradley had never hated anyone as much in all his life and had never had such violent urges as he had now, as he watched the intruder fuck his beloved in front of his eyes. Eventually, he seemed to release her, and later in the tape, he saw her washing and dressing before calling the police. Why had she taken so long to call? He would be long gone by the time they got there.

The next week Bradley’s life seemed empty and pointless. He just went through the motions of it. Every time he closed his eyes he saw the intruder with his cock in his Ria’s mouth, or on top of her, or just doing everything he wanted to do to her himself, dammit! However, he continued to monitor her room and saw Ria’s life return to normal. That was until a week later. There he was again! The intruder. He was hiding behind the bedroom door as she returned from work. What on Earth?

Once again Bradley was **** to watch as his Ria was fucked, and this time he definitely saw him fucking her anus! He sat watching his laptop slack-jawed in disbelief as the burglar untied her and left the room. This time Ria got up and showered and changed as if nothing untoward had happened. She didn’t even call the police! This made no sense.

Unless…

The intruder was threatening or blackmailing her somehow. Ria was too frightened to report this. As Bradley’s mind played this out, he realized, the intruder would be back. Most likely the same time next week to carry out more assaults on Ria’s gorgeous body.

Well, this time she wouldn’t be on her own. This time Bradley would be waiting for him and Ria would know that the only person she could depend on, the person she should be with, was him! Enraged as he was, Bradley now found he had a new purpose in life and began focusing on his wrath until he could deal with his adversary and save his Roxy Rose!

Waiting in the spare room Bradley bided his time. He had been here for over an hour before the intruder arrived. He stood behind the door holding his little aluminum baseball bat. He had spent the week planning this. There was no point in confronting him before he attacked Ria. Whatever sick hold he had over her would probably compel her to support any statement he made to the police. No, Bradley would have to make sure he caught the bastard in the act of attacking his beloved Ria, at a time when she could no longer deny his actions.

So he waited. He waited as he heard Ria being pushed through the door of her own bedroom. He waited, feeling his blood boil as she was thrown onto her own bed. He waited as he heard the handcuffs click into place, then he waited a little more, till he knew the burglar would have his pants down and then he struck.

Bradley slipped in the door quietly and without his enemy realizing he was there, swung his aluminum bat connecting squarely with his head, making a dull metallic clunk. The intruder slumped to the floor, instantly ****. Panicked slightly Bradley bent down and checked. Thankfully, he still had a pulse. To make sure he didn’t awake and cause problems before he was in custody, Bradley grabbed some cords from the open drawer and quickly bound his arms and legs behind him. This burglar was going nowhere, even if he woke up.

Satisfied with his work and with his blood flowing fast, Bradley felt alive, more so than ever before when he turned to look at the bed. Ria, still blindfolded was twisting her head, trying to work out what was happening. She had been undressed and lay there naked, arms and legs spread wide attached to each corner of her bed.

How many nights had he dreamed of having her like this? Naked. All to himself. Bradley realized his cock was pushing painfully at his pants. He also realized that Ria would have no way of knowing that it wasn’t the intruder who was assaulting her if he were to finally touch her. He might never get another chance like this.