Abby needed dominance. She felt that she was sliding in her submissive, feral nature. Gibbs and the team had just had a really harrowing case, involving a petty officer and his entire family murdered. It shook him hard. It was now nearing nine O'clock, she looked at the clock and sighed, snapping off her 'babies' one at a time, stroking a maternal hand on each one as they hummed to sleep.

As she pulled into her driveway, she sighed. She really needed a good session. Abby needed it rough, thrown against the wall, pinned under a boot and called nasty names. Abby Scuito slid out of the car, and walked up to her front stoop, putting her hand on the doorknob the door slid open with ease. Abby frowned and bit her lip, she knew she had locked the door before she left this morning. Against her gut screaming for her not to go in, Abby stepped a boot into the dark foyer. A strong hand caught her from behind, and a dark voice whispered in her ear.

" Do not scream."

Abby stiffened, although she tried to fight it her panties gushed. This was always one of her fantasies. She had expressed interest in consensual non consensual rape play, but he was too gent manly for that…wasn't he? The only other person who knew her deep, dark fantasy was Mikel.

The strange man released her throat and pushed her down to her knees. " Is this what you want bitch? Is this what you were craving?" The tone of his voice was utterly sadistic, and cold. The man lifted up her skirt, and with a gloved finger pushed it into her pussy.

Abby's mind was running a mile a minute, she couldn't figure out the voice, Gibbs voice was smooth, with a rough edge to it, this man seemed cold. Her body was betraying her though, she was slick with need, and want. Fighting the urge to buck up against the invading digits. The hand was back up on her throat, he was growling dirty, sadistic things into her ears, Abby fought hard to depress the subspace that was threatening to envelope her.

The thin, textured gloved fingers found their way to the nape of her neck, and soon, her body was reacting in a violent sexual way to her hair being tugged and pulled on. Abby fell deep, and hard. Floating into oblivion, unable to scream in horror in this actual event of rape.

" Get up my little rag doll" The voice taunted, as he helped her to her feet, " Bedroom. Now." Walking down the hallway and to the left, where her coffin and her king size bed with sturdy oak bedposts were. Abby was too intransient to figure out that this intruder knew where her bedroom was. He laid her on her bed, in a coma like state, from the shock of the evening. He kissed her feverishly and then whispered.

" Till tomorrow, little rag doll."