Home Invasion (Open)

Cindy MacDonald heard the doorbell and awoke with a start. It was 2:00 a.m. and she and her husband Dr. Carl MacDonald had been asleep for several hours after entertaining guests first on their sailboat (36ft) and then their beach house (4800 sq ft). They weren't expecting anyone, but with her husband still snoring away Cindy decided she would get the door.

Must be someone in trouble... Maybe a boater.... or tourist Cindy decided as she quickly grabbed a white bathrobe to slip over a very sheer black lacy g-string and matching bra. With the big bathrobe only a little bit of her ample cleavage was visible as she hobbled down the hall, down the stairs, to the main main hall and then to the front door. She was a beauty queen in high school and college. At 32 years old she was still beautiful and shapely, with dark wavy reddish-brown hair, a slender build, and huge breasts.

Without looking through the peephole, she pulled the door wide open and there to her shock was a man, dressed in black, with a black mask covering his face........

Cindy took three steps backwards and was about to scream when the man pointed a revolver at her head and barged forward into the house.

(OCC Looking for one or more intruders - male or female. This is a non-consent fantasy... no limits... but please play your character fully. If someone is interested in playing the husband that is open too.)

Pistol wielding man:

Rocky was a true human predator. He is an ex-con, a robber, a murderer, a serial rapist and a sadist with a penchant for hot looking rich bitches. Those who either were born into money or married into it using their looks and drop dead hot bodies as lures and bait, often becoming trophy wives, who had everything he'd never had during his entire life, but especially his childhood in his abusive, alcoholic home.

As he travelled the country, he'd choose a town or city at random and settle down doing day labor work until he's chosen a score and target. Then he'd plan and finally take control of her, and a boy friend/husband, if she had one. He'd spend at least a night with them, using and tormenting her in front of her husband and often humiliating him in front of her, then he'd clean them out of all of the cash, jewlery and small valuables he could take and leave them. If neither had seen his face he'd leave them alive to be found in totally humiliating ways to live out often shattered lives with deep mental scars, and perhaps some bodily ones too.
However, if either saw his face then that one died in front of the other slowly and horribly to add to the shock he'd leave the survivor feeling.


He'd spent two months casing the place and putting wire taps on the phones plus finding the frequency for their cell phones on his scanner so he could record and monitor all of their calls to learn their schedule.

As a result he knew that after the party tonight neither of them had any plans for the rest of the weekend and that her last call was to a friend telling her that she didn't want to be bothered this weekend. That it was a 'just for the two of them weekend'.

He's towering over her when she opens the door and the black hood is skin tight and covers his whole head with openings for his eyes, nose and mouth. On his back is a pack and there's a belt of some type around his waist with several pouches attatched. His hands are covered by skin tight thin black leather gloves and he's wearing black soft soled shoes.

As her mouth opens to scream, he quickly takes the very few steps needed to close the distance between them with the pistol pointed right at her face, but that quickly changes to from pointing at her to inside of her open mouth.

The cold steel barrel is between her lips as he growls, "One noise, one sound and you're head vanishes in a cloud of blood bitch. If you're gonna wake him up I may as well do it for you, but it'll be to late for you.
"Now close your mouth, wrap your lips around the barrel as if it was your old man's cock and keep 'em that way.
"Then backup into the dining room and very slowly, very carefull take off that robe and hand me the belt.
"No noise, not a sound or *Bang!* there's no more you. Just a headless corpse."

[OOC: With lg's consent ole Rocky would like to have one male and one female confederate who travel place to place with him.
Both under his control, but both characters at least a mean and brutal when needed, bit sadistic and at least the woman bi-sexual, male too if he wishes.]

Dr. Carl MacDonald

Carl rolled over in his sleep, missing the warmth of Cindy's sultry body lying next to his, but he did not awaken. He was having one of his favorite dreams and was lost in the moment. Cindy naked, riding my long, hard cock her large boobs bouncing...

Dr. Macdonald tossed in his dream state, his cock swollen and throbbing, his arms reaching for the woman that was no longer there.

OOC: Welcome aboard Doc. *S

Enter Male Underling: Nick

Nick looked on with what would appear to be apathy on the outside, as his boss, Rocky, entered the house and did his 'thing'. Inwardly, he felt overjoyed, this part always excited him, seeing the fear in their eyes, their reactions, their pathetic struggles; it was something he had gown to love about doing this.

True, this wasn't the first time Nick had acompanied Rocky on such an adventure, they had done this thousands of times before, planning, violating, even killing. Rocky had done most of the work though, not that Nick wasn't smart enough, he was plenty smart, and physically he was incredibly strong, but Nick was crazy. His insanity wasn't too bad, his mother had commited him at an early age for temporary periods of insainity; eventually he got through it, but they wouldn't let him leave, his mother had abandoned him. Mentally, emotionally, and physically scarred from his psychiatric experiences, the lean, dark haired ninteen year old had convinced the psych doctor of signing his relief, after pleasuring him more than a few times.

It would appear that he wasn't able to function in a normal society after his nightmarish episodes with other domineering psycho-paths, both male and female. His life seemed doom to be one of submission and sexual frustration, yet all was not lost when he met Rocky. Intelligent, and charismatic, Nick found Rocky just the guy he needed to look up to, and after a short time, joined Rocky in his travels through the country seeking out rich bitches and using them... and he enjoyed it immensely.

Currently, as Rocky held the woman at bay with his gun, Nick branished his own gun, and slipped into the house, staying near his boss, but readying his own pistol in case the good doctor had awoken. His dark gray eyes looked without emotion at the woman (although his heart raced with excitement), and then back to Rocky, awaiting instruction.

Rocky:

He knew 'the kid' would be close on his heels so as the bitch sucked his pistol's barrel and stared with her terror filled eyes into his hard and cruel ones, "Kid, upstairs quietly. Only as much force as needed, but secure the Doc and bring him downstairs.
"Remember, only as much force as needed, or you'll answer to me later and make sure the wrist cuffs and hobble cuffs are good and tight."

Cindy was aghast as the man dressed in black with a mask over his face pushed his way into her house.

Oh my God!... Oh my God Cindy thought as she realized what was going on. The first figure rushed forward and she stood petrified as the man pointed a gun at her face as he advanced on her. To her amazement, she slid the gun into her mouth effectively silencing her and gaining her cooperation as she tried to hold back on her hysteria.

The man in black growled in a serious tone that implied threat and pain:

"One noise, one sound and you're head vanishes in a cloud of blood bitch. If you're gonna wake him up I may as well do it for you, but it'll be to late for you."

Cindy's green eye's were wide. She simply tried to nid to tell him that she understand and wasn't going to scream though she wanted to too.

The man in black spoke in an aggressive tone as he added:

"Now close your mouth, wrap your lips around the barrel as if it was your old man's cock and keep 'em that way.

Cindy's pucked and took the tip of the big revolver into her mouth - like a big cock.

Shit... He can't miss... I hope they don't hurt Carl.... Maybe they won't know he's here.... If I could speak I'd tell them to take the cash in the safe Cindy thought to herself with the revolver still in her mouth as she held the revolver in her mouth with her sweet puckered lips.

The man in black kept coaching her:

"Then backup into the dining room and very slowly, very carefull take off that robe and hand me the belt. No noise, not a sound or *Bang!* there's no more you. Just a headless corpse."

Cindy took small steps backwards. As she moved backwards, her long hair partially obscurred her vision but she was sure she saw another man in black moving into the hall and then a second smaller figure - a woman.

Oh shit... there are three of them.... one's a woman... why would she be involved... why do they have pouches? Cindy wondered as she took another step back.

With her eyes locked on the masked man before her with the revolver, she ever so gently pulled open her bathrobe which loosened the belt. The effect was immediate as the bathrobe opened, her sweet body was slowly revealed. Her big tits were barely hidden by the sheer transparent black fabric bra. It matching panties, revealed her beatifully trimmed pubic bush and gave sweet hints of her pretty tight pussy.

Man with pistol in her mouth:

His hand extended and when she handed him the belt, "Now shrug you big titted slut and lose the robe.
"When you've done that lace your fingers together and put them behind your neck.
"If they move from there once you've put them there I will kill you, slowly and horribly painfully.
"Do both. Do it now," he says in a cold voice as his eyes crawl all over her near nudity appreciatively, hungrily.

Cindy was terrified of what was going to happen. She figured the men were here to rob them. She didn't know why he wanted her belt.

Must be to tie me or gag me... But at least they won't me Cindy tried to rationalize the request of her captor.

Carefully Cindy pulled off the belt from the loops in her robe, and now the full effect of her sexy lingerie would be evident to the man in black whow as holding the gun in her sweet lips.

The man's face was hidden, but the look in his eyes was pure evil as he told her:

"Now shrug you big titted slut and lose the robe. When you've done that lace your fingers together and put them behind your neck."

Cindy didn't know why he was getting abusive. She figured he wanted money and valuables. She was prepared to tell him - if he ever took the gun from her mouth. A nervous shaking went through Cindy's body.

At his command she shrugged her shoulders and her big double D breasts jiggled and shook even though they were half covered by the sexy sheer black bra. The bra offered little support and was more for raw sex appeal. At this moment in time, she wished she wasn't dressed so sexily.

As she finished shrugging, she felt the robe slipping down her shoulders and tumbling to the floor. Now she didn't down, but she could see herself in mirror. She looked visibly scarred, but her nipples were rock hard in fear, and they poked and strained under the sheer lacy black bra. Cindy's breasts were obviously huge - she was one stacked babe.

The man in black could linger at her loveliness. Her rear end was bare except for thing strip of black between her lovely ass cheeks. Looking lower, he could see her flat toned tummy, the smallish waist and the curved hips leading to a luscious ass. If he looked at her pussy, he'd see the red pubic bush pushing at the lacy sheer black fabric.

Slowly Cindy moved her hands, and laced her fingers together as she moved them to the back of her neck. Lifting her arms immediately had the effect of shaking her big breasts in a tantilizing fashion.

The man in black spoke very clearly:

"If they move from there once you've put them there I will kill you, slowly and horribly painfully.

Cindy simply nodded her head to indicate that she understood.

The man reiterated his order in a cold voice:

"Do both. Do it now!"

Cindy tightened the lacing of her hands and nodded her compliance.

(OCC long posts please...... it makes it more fun... and reflects there may be some non-consent moments in our tale..... I'm looking forward to hearing more from the doctor and the 3 intruders..... Any character development on their front would be welcomed.... LOL GRIN!)

Cindy was terrified of what was going to happen. She figured the men were here to rob them. She didn't know why he wanted her belt.

Must be to tie me or gag me... But at least they won't me Cindy tried to rationalize the request of her captor.

Carefully Cindy pulled off the belt from the loops in her robe, and now the full effect of her sexy lingerie would be evident to the man in black whow as holding the gun in her sweet lips.

The man's face was hidden, but the look in his eyes was pure evil as he told her:

"Now shrug you big titted slut and lose the robe. When you've done that lace your fingers together and put them behind your neck."

Cindy didn't know why he was getting abusive. She figured he wanted money and valuables. She was prepared to tell him - if he ever took the gun from her mouth. A nervous shaking went through Cindy's body.

At his command she shrugged her shoulders and her big double D breasts jiggled and shook even though they were half covered by the sexy sheer black bra. The bra offered little support and was more for raw sex appeal. At this moment in time, she wished she wasn't dressed so sexily.

As she finished shrugging, she felt the robe slipping down her shoulders and tumbling to the floor. Now she didn't down, but she could see herself in mirror. She looked visibly scarred, but her nipples were rock hard in fear, and they poked and strained under the sheer lacy black bra. Cindy's breasts were obviously huge - she was one stacked babe.

The man in black could linger at her loveliness. Her rear end was bare except for thing strip of black between her lovely ass cheeks. Looking lower, he could see her flat toned tummy, the smallish waist and the curved hips leading to a luscious ass. If he looked at her pussy, he'd see the red pubic bush pushing at the lacy sheer black fabric.

Slowly Cindy moved her hands, and laced her fingers together as she moved them to the back of her neck. Lifting her arms immediately had the effect of shaking her big breasts in a tantilizing fashion.

The man in black spoke very clearly:

"If they move from there once you've put them there I will kill you, slowly and horribly painfully.

Cindy simply nodded her head to indicate that she understood.

The man reiterated his order in a cold voice:

"Do both. Do it now!"

Cindy tightened the lacing of her hands and nodded her compliance.

(OCC long posts please...... it makes it more fun... and reflects there may be some non-consent moments in our tale..... I'm looking forward to hearing more from the doctor and the 3 intruders..... Any character development on their front would be welcomed.... LOL GRIN!)

Nick looked to his leader, heard his orders, and nodded in understanding. Moving quickly and silently, he climbed his way upstairs to the master bedroom, careful not to step on any hard floor surfaces that his footwear might cause too much of a sound on. As he crept towards the bedroom door, he wished he could be witness to what the boss was doing downstairs to the woman.; at least he could vent his frustration out on the doc... a little bit.

As he nears the bedroom, he leans against one wall, and tenses his muscles. Taking a deep breath, he quickly enters the door, throwing it open with his right hand, holding his pistol out with his left, he rushes towards the bed, where the doctor, now half awake is laying. He doesn't shout, but firmly states,

"Stay down. Stay the fuck down."

He rushes over to stand at the foot of the bed, his gun pointing at the dark figure of the doctor in bed. He tries to remember Rocky's words to him, despite his desire to go over and beat the man to a pulp, he restrains himself...

(ooc: givin the doc a chance to react, i tried not to take any actoins that would hinder the doc from doing anything, or make any decisions for him)

Man with the gun and Cindy:

OOC: I don't want to have her doing things you may wish to do in another way, but as I can I'll post longer and more detailed posts, I promise. *very wicked grin*
Also we still need a female accomplise.

IC:

Once her hands are behind her head, "I'll remove the gun barrel from your mouth now, but if you utter one single word, just one, I promise you that you'll scream longer and louder that you can begin to believe that you can scream.
"Is the very, very clear to you? Not one single word at all unless you're asked a question by one of us."

After she hears him and her eyes widen with more fear shining in them at his threat, she nods her head showing her understanding.

"Open your mouth then and when the pistol barrel's gone you can close it again and keep it that way until or unless you're told other wise."

The sexy bitch needs no further urging and her mouth pops open. The barrel of the pistol is removed from her mouth and she quickly closes it again, probably to keep from angering him and in fear that he'll carry out the threat.

"Spread your feet wide apart for me. Wider than your shoulders and don't move again until I tell you that you can, clear bitch?"

She nods her understanding as her feet slowly inch apart until they're past her shoulders and she then stands like a statue staring at him as he continues to rake his eyes over her near nudity.

He looks into her eyes as he raises a hand up in front of her face and then slowly lowers it toward a tit jiggling on her heaving chest.

Slowly, slowly it moves closer and closer to her body as her eyes follow it as if mesmerized like a snake's prey as it waits for the strike.

And that analogy is a good one as suddenly, without warning his hand darts the remaining distance. His hard palm presses her diamond hard nipple into the firm flesh of her big breast as his spread fingers grip it and sink in gripping her causing her to make quiet sounds in her throat.

"Mmmm," he says softly, "nice firm tit you've got bitch. I bet you're husband likes rubbing and sucking on them doesn't he, just nod, no words, but you will answer allll of my questions or it'll start to hurt."

She flushes and makes more quiet sounds, but slowly nods her head as her eyes move from his hand to his eyes then back to his hand and her breast again as he kneads her and begins to lightly twist her boob from side to side.

"That's good to know bitch. A man ought to enjoy what's his," he says with a low, nasty chuckle.

He gives her tit one final squeeze, a harder one that pulls a whimper from her, then lets it go and his fingertips slide down and down her flat tummy growing closer and closer to her pussy.

Finally she can feel his fingertips running lightly over the soft and curly red hair that covers her pussy lips and pokes through the lacy thong.

"Don't you wear a bikini slut? If you do doesn't this thick bush stick out all around it?" He asks as he continues to brush his fingertips over the thong and her pussy hair waiting for the blush he expects to accompany her silent replies.

Dr. Carl MacDonald

Carl was roused from his dream by the bedroom door opening fast and banging against the wall. He was stuggling with the sheet and beguinning to get up when he saw a dark figure, of a man, rush to the foot of the bed pointing something at him and says, "Stay down. Stay the fuck down."

Carl is now fully awake, as if a bucket of icy water was upended over his head. If he is in here, where is Cindy? "I'll stay down, just tell me where my wife is. I've got money, lots of it. You cn have it all, if you don't hurt us."

Carl stayed unmoving on the bed, his eyes trying to adjust to the darkness and see more of his assailant. As his eyes adjusted, he saw that the intruder had on a mask. That's good for us, that way they won't have to kill us because we saw their faces.

He got a little braver once he saw the man clearly. "Take me to my wife, or you'll get nothing from me."

Nick's face turns to a grimace as the doctor starts to speak.

"Did I say you could talk?"

He makes his way to the side of the bed, cocking the gun for more of a fear effect. Angered and annoyed by the man's arrogance, he back hands the doctor with his right hand allowing the leather of his gloves to give a resounding *slap!* as it makes contact with the side of his head.

"I'm not asking anything from you, I'm taking it! Now get the fuck on the floor!"

He screams, waving the gun so the barrel now rests immediately on the doctor's fore head. Leading the doc to the floor, he makes him lie down with his stomach covering his hands.

"That's right, stay the fuck down and I wont have to hurt you... much."

Taking the gun from his forehead, he slides it around to the back of his head, reaching for a pair of solid steel cuffs at his belt, rips one of the doctor's hands out from under him and slaps the cuff on, doing the same to the other. Pulling out another, he quickly shackles the man's ankles as well.

"Now listen up... I'm gonna take you downstairs where we can have a little supervision... understand? Dont' talk, just nod?"

As he spoke to the bound man, he leaned down and grabbed the man by the handcuffs, dragging him to his feet, and picking him up in rather strong arms, and placing him in a fireman's carry as he readies to return to his companions. As he looked at the doc's helpless form over his shoulder, he couldn't help but say,

"You know doc, I love redheads."

Smiling to himself with that last statement, he makes his way downstairs, the doctor over his shoulder, yelling down in a voice loud enough for Rocky to hear him, but not tooo loud,

"I got him."

Rocky in the dining room with the wife:

He hears Nick's call and calls back, "Okay, bring him into the dining room. That's where I have the wife.
"When you get here secure him in one of the chairs. Cuff him to it and stretch the hobble chain behind and through through its legs so he can't get up."

[OOC Drake: Would you put your character's name in the subject box to help my poor memory and so I don't have to scroll and look for it until I remember it. Thanks. *S]

Dr. Carl MacDonald

I knew there would be no reasoning with this 'hood'. That's the only word I found to describe him. Carl lay unmoving as the 'hood' shackled his hands and feet. He knew better than to say anything, like "How am I gonna get downstairs, now."

He was told how he was getting down when the 'hood' easily lifted his bound body, naked from the waist up, clad only in P.J. bottoms with no underwear. He was content to comply unmoving, until the 'hood' said something that got his blood boiling.

"You know doc, I love redheads." When he heard that remark , Carl started kicking and bucking in the 'hoods' embrace. He even tried biting the man, but only got a mouthful of black wool sweater instead.

Cindy felt momentary relief as the man seemed to speak softly but in a very menacing tone:

"I'll remove the gun barrel from your mouth now, but if you utter one single word, just one, I promise you that you'll scream longer and louder that you can begin to believe that you can scream."

Her head moved up and down, nodding. But the man in black kept pressing his point further as he went on and on:

"Is the very, very clear to you? Not one single word at all unless you're asked a question by one of us."

Cindy's eyes were wide with fear, and she kept nodding her head.

Just the get the gun of my mouth asshole! Just get it the fuck away from me..... Hurry... Just fucking hurry! Cindy thought in panic.

Though it was only split seconds, it seemed like an eternity to Cindy, and the silence was broken as he told her:

"Open your mouth then and when the pistol barrel's gone you can close it again and keep it that way until or unless you're told other wise."

Cindy nodded her agreement. The directions were real simple and she wasn't about to risk her life or her husband's over some money in the safe and some valuables.

She fought off the urge to cry, as she slowly opened her mouth and the man in black pulled it out. Just as quickly as it was gone, she closed her mouth fighting off her own her to start screaming in hysterics.

Cindy took a good look at the man in black since the gun was out of her mouth and her head could move around freely. She was trying to recognize the voice. The man was taller and seemed to have a muscular build. His eyes seemed dark and cold. Her efforts to try to figure him out were abruptly ended when he ordered her:

"Spread your feet wide apart for me. Wider than your shoulders and don't move again until I tell you that you can, clear bitch?"

Cindy's legs were slowly spreading as he finished his orders and her head was again nodding in agreement.

Just listen... Do what he says.... He won't kill us... He just wants money... probably for drugs.... I just can't get him angry... He won't hurt us.... Please God.... she thought silently.

Cindy felt very awkward in a wide stance. She stood like a statue. The effect of the stance was to further reduce her height and the man now seemed to tower over her. As she looked up, she could see him looking down into her breasts. She blushed as she realized the spectacle of her bouncy breasts that the man was likely enjoying.

Fucking creep she wanted to scream but she didn't have the guts to challenge him since he was holding the revolver and her hands were were still laced behind her hand.

The evil glance preceeded, his hands as they slipped in front of her face and then drifted across her big double d breasts. Nervousness had swollen her big nipples and this nervous energy caused her big breasts to jiggle slightly as he inspected her - like she was some sort of toy. Then his hands descended on her breasts, first cupping them and then rolling the tips of her big erect nipples with his gloved finger tips.

In a snake-like fashion, he got rough and suddenly squeezed her big breasts, causing her grunt out in shock and pain.

"Ouch!" she mumbled in reflex to his sexual assault.

His reply was spoken softly:

"Mmmm, nice firm tits you've got bitch. I bet you're husband likes rubbing and sucking on them doesn't he, just nod, no words, but you will answer allll of my questions or it'll start to hurt."

Cindy didn't want to reply and hesitated a split second while she tried to figure out of there was a correct answer to avoid more of his torment. She figured he was a filthy pervert so after more blushing, and quiet sounds from her throat, she slowly nods her head in agreement.

Bastard.... That's none of your fucking business... I hope the cops come... I hope they blow your fucking head off Cindy mentally vented her outrage.

Cindy just watched helplessed as the man in black started to play with her huge boobs. He seemed awe struck by them. Slowly he began kneading her breasts and lightly twisting her boobs from side to side. A warm sensation was spreading through Cindy's body and she knew his efforts were arousing her even further but she was desperate to hid it.

He spoke with a low nasty chuckle as if speaking to a child:

"That's good to know bitch. A man ought to enjoy what's his," he says with a low, nasty chuckle."

"Ouch!" Cindy muttered as he gave her right nipples a very hard squeeze that wrenched pain through her. As she recovered her senses she felt his fingertips walking down her body - lower and lower.

Please no... no she thought to herself as his fingers reached her dainty sheer black lacy panties. Looking at him, she had to blush a deep red, as she knew he was inspecting her pussy. Spread out as she was the little panties had no possibility of hiding her sweet pussy from his gaze. Her red pubic bush was poking out the sides and her sweet pussy lips were slightly ajar.

Then she felt the gloved fingertips roughly tracing over her panties and touching her overflowing red pubic bush.

Finally she can feel his fingertips running lightly over the soft and curly red hair that covers her pussy lips and pokes through the lacy thong.

Please no! Cindy silently begged.

The man in black spoke in a curious tone that confused Cindy as he asked:

"Don't you wear a bikini slut? If you do doesn't this thick bush stick out all around it?"

What? Cindy was confused by question. It seemed out of place. The bastard was robbing her yet interested in her bikini line.

The gloved hand resumed its exploration of her thick red pubic bush and Cindy shuddered under his touch. She was terrified and she could feel a deep arousal growing within her as she stood helplessly at this man's mercy.

Cindy simply nodded her head to indicate that she did wear a bikini.... but she didn't know how to respond to his statement about her pubic hair so she simply stood there in silence blushing like a virgin caught naked naked being fucked from behind with her first boyfriend.

Cindy, from the corner of her eye, could see another man in black descended the staircase with her Carl, hobbled and handcuffed. It was outrageous and disrepectful for a doctor of his renown to be so mistreated.

Sensing he was coming closer and that he'd soon see the mess she was in, she dropped her eyes in shame to the floor.

Man with the gun in his hand w/ Cindy:

"Did I tell you to lower your eyes slut," he asks quietly as the end of the barrel tips her head up again by pressing upward under her chin.

"You watch every single thing that goes on. If you don't I'll make him scream before you do as part of your learning that I will be obeyed immediately, as well as you possibly can and without arguement."

"Now," he continues in the same quiet voice, "as your husband's 'made comfortable' I want you to as slowly and as sexily, as sluttily as you can to remove first that nothing of a bra and then the see through thong too.
"As soon as you've done so you're hands will go right back to where they are right now and your feet will move a bit wider apart for me so I can truly see 'all of you' in your naked glory little rich bitch."

"Oh," he says again, "any nonsense or problems and I'll put a bullet through your husband's knee.
"Do you wonder how he'd like walking with a permanent limp for the rest of his life?
"Give me any trouble and you'll soon find out.
"Now your sexiest, sluttiest strip tease for me and my friend, oh and your husband too of course, little rich bitch slut."

Nick

Following his order, the "kid" descended the stairs, the half naked doc over his shoulder. He pauses at the bottom after the doc tries biting him. Dropping him onto the plush red carpet at the base of their marble steps, he kneels over him and pulls the doctor's head up to look him in his steel gray eyes.

"You try something like that again, and you'll discover a whole new world of pain."

He stands up with a smile, grabbing the doc by the hobble chain and dragging him across the floor to the dining room. He pauses a second to admire the state that his boss had the girl in.... damn was she sexy, he always had a thing for redheads.

Nodding at Rocky as he passed, Nick pulled out one of the chairs from the dining room table and picked up the doctor so as to stand on his feet.

"Sit."

He commanded, as he pushed him down in the chair. Pointing the cold steel barrel of his Glock at the base of the doctor's neck, he instructs him.

"I'm going to remove your shackles now... if you even try to stand up.... (pauses for dramatic effect as he gets up and slides the gun down, pointing it towards his crotch) your knees not the only thing we'll blow off..."

He unshackles the doctor, weaving the handcuffs trhough the chair's intricate and artistic black barred back so that he cannot move his hands, nor arms. He also criss-crosses the hobble chain about the chair so the doctor's legs are pinned to it, making it impossible to stand.

"Well, snug as a bug, eh?"

He says, in a low voice, malevontly, he grabs the back of the chair, and drags it with him over to where the doctor's wife, and his boss were "playing".

"Here doc, lookee at what i got us... I brought you to your wife just like you wanted, and see, you even have front row tickets."

He stops and stands behind the chair, admiring the sexy redhead in front of him. He smiles at her and nods his head, watching her carefully as she was directed by his boss.

"She's pretty..."

He lets his hands slide down to the doctor's broad shoulders, he lets his hands roughly caress them, as he tries to vent out some of the antsiness building inside of him. How he did crave to have a taste of that beautiful red carpeted pussy, but until then... the doc might suffice...

Dr. Carl MacDonald

That hood dumped me to the carpet after I tried to bite him. Now he had me tied to one on MY dining room chairs in MY dining room and the boss, had MY wife standing with her legs spread in her bra and panties.

Carl moved his arms and legs slowly feeling for any give that he could work with. The shackles and cuffs were wound through the chair giving no leeway. He sighed in exasperation, but didn't talk.

His eyes went to the sight of his dear wife looking like some slut on parade. She was trembling in fear. Her large nipples were fully erect on her hefty tits. She was beautiful, he could see what the men were after.

Then his carefully constructed reality took another hit and cracked even further. The 'hood' let his hands slide down to the doctor's broad shoulders, then he let his hands roughly caress them. Oh shit, we're both gonna be fucked by these madmen, then probably killed.

Man with Cindy:

"If she's gonna strip for us, and she will one way or the other, it's not fair for her old man to get to stay dressed.
"Rip off his pajama bottom, don't hurt him... well not badly for now, but there's no need to be extra careful and gentle either. Just get him naked with the mininual effort and injury," he says over his shoulder, but his eyes never leave hers now that he has her head up again.

As he speaks her eyes dart over to her immobilized husband to watch what's about to happen so he doesn't push her strip tease, instead his lets his fingers go back to lightly brushing her patch of pussy hair as he too watches his confederate and the husband.

"Well, if you say so..."

He says, with a huge grin on his face. Circling from the back of the chair, towards the front, he stares into the doctor's eyes menacingly.

"Well doc, looks like I'm gonna have to prep you..."

He mutters, as he lets his hands slide down the doctors chest, across his abs, until his fingers rest inside the elastic waistband of his pajamas. He chuckles a little as the tips of his fingers are tickled by the edge of the doctor's pubic hair.

"Well, seems like the doc doesn't care for underwear..."

He emphasizes this last word by ripping his hand down, firmly holding the top of his pants. The seams at the side rip, and reveal the doctor's naked legs and crotch. They get snagged on the bottom, where the ankle braces are, and the kid kneels down, to tear them off too, finally pulling the whole mess off, and tossing them, in a ball, to his wife.

As he kneels down, he can't help but notice the doctors beautiful cock...

"Not bad, doc... not too bad."

He says, standing up and getting out of the way, allowing his partners and the wife to see the display he had just created:

The doctor, now naked, strapped and bound to a fancy mahogony chair, chains strewn throughout it.

Man with Cindy:

"Well slut, he's naked and now it's your turn.
"Strip for us. Strip sexily.
"See if you can get your hubbie's dick to get hard, get him to grow a woodie any way you want to as you strip... as long as you don't move your feet from right where they are that is," Rocky says as he grabs a chair and sits down about four feet in front of her with his pistol negligently moving between her husband's crotch and knee as his eyes travel over her nearly naked body.

Cindy eyes went straight up as the man in black quietly hissed at her:

"Did I tell you to lower your eyes slut?"

She shuddered as she felt the tip of the revolver rubbing under her chin.

No... please don't kill me Cindy silently prayed.

Looking up she watched the arrival of her husband as he moved closer and she felt total humililation and anger.

The man in black went on in a threatening fashion:

"You watch every single thing that goes on. If you don't I'll make him scream before you do as part of your learning that I will be obeyed immediately, as well as you possibly can and without arguement."

Cindy nodded her head to show him that she understood the stakes. She didn't want to see her precious Carl get hurt. His hands were so precious and he was so delicate with his healing touch.

How dare those bastards hurt him... such a peaceful gentle man... a man who always helps others.... Cindy thought as she worried about her tied up husband who was at the mercy of the other thug.

Where is the smaller thug gone? Where is the woman? I know there were three.... I saw a short one with breasts.... I'm sure there were three Cindy panicked with the realization that her husband might not know there was three of the intruders.

The man in black went on in a quiet voice that unnerved Cindy:

"Now... as your husband's 'made comfortable' I want you to as slowly and as sexily, as sluttily as you can to remove first that nothing of a bra and then the see through thong too."

"Please no" Cindy whispered forgetting her instructions not to talk. She looked to the man in black and then his accomplice for mercy and a reprieve but there eyes were ice cold. She looked to her husband with pleading eyes and for his direction on what to do.

The man in black seemed to ignore her outburst for the moment for he continued with his directions:

"As soon as you've done so you're hands will go right back to where they are right now and your feet will move a bit wider apart for me so I can truly see 'all of you' in your naked glory little rich bitch."

Cindy started to shake her head in shock, outrage and to express her strong desire not to be forced to display herself like that before the two strange men.

The man in black added in an icy tone:

"Oh.. any nonsense or problems and I'll put a bullet through your husband's knee. Do you wonder how he'd like walking with a permanent limp for the rest of his life? Give me any trouble and you'll soon find out. Now your sexiest, sluttiest strip tease for me and my friend, oh and your husband too of course, little rich bitch slut."

Cindy was shocked as she missed the chatter between the other man and her husband, but he suddenly ripped off her husbands clothes and revealed his big cock. It was weird that the other man in black seemed to admire it.

Oh my God... He's gay... He wants my man! Cindy secretly reasoned.

She didn't have time to put things together. The man in black was watching so Cindy simply nodded wide eyes since she knew the man in black was more than serious.

If I screw up... He'll hurt Carl bad... Probably kill us too Cindy thought as she tried to hold back tears.

Cindy was frozen in fear then the man in black seemed to be pushing her as he told her harshly:

"Well slut, he's naked and now it's your turn. Strip for us. Strip sexily. See if you can get your hubbie's dick to get hard, get him to grow a woodie any way you want to as you strip... "

Cindy watched as the man in black grabbed a chair to watch the show, but her eyes were initially glued on the revolver that pointing back and forth between her husband's crotch and knee.

Very slowly Cindy lowered her hands, and gently wiggled she shoulder to create a gentle sway of her upper torso that immediately sent her big double d breasts bouncing and swaying. She could see the three sets of male eyes locked on her breasts as she moved her shoulders up and down for 10 seconds causing her boobs to jiggle and bounce faster and faster. Seeing the effect on them, Cindy forced a smile on her lips.

Maybe... if I'm good enough... they won't hurt us Cindy tried to rationalize as she now wiggled her hips in a classy jazz move that she had learnt doing jazz dancing. She rotated her hips and turned in a slow circle letting the men see her sweet rear end, and the gentle tiny black strip that partly disappeared in the cheeks of her tight white bum.

After several gentle rotations, Cindy moved her pussy, in a forward, and then backward motion, over and over, teasing the men. As they got a close up view, she'd pull away as they tried to see past her sheer black lacy panties. As she pulled away, she shook her at the men as if to say "no no no".

Cindy could sense her body heating up. The men were staring longingly and she figured she must be entertaining them.

Okay... don't panic... don't rush it.... they want a good act... otherwise they are going to hurt Carl..... she reminded herself.

On the spot, Cindy decided it was time to do her go-go dancing routine from high school so many years before and then she danced sexily on the spot for another 20 seconds as she rubbed her hands across her tummy, then her breasts, then her neck and finally flipped and then held her long red hair on top of her head giving the men a perfect look at her delicate neck and succulent ears. Her big diamond earrings shone in the light and gave her a "rich bitch" look and the diamond pending between her big boobs suddenly become noticeable as it bounced free of the sheer lacy black bra.

Cindy knew she couldn't delay the show any longer, and quickly turned her back to the men and then shook her rear end back and forth. The ever so slowly she turned her head to face the men and forced a smile on her face as she sexily licked her lips and then her right hand fingers went to her bra clip. The men knew what was coming next, but she played it up as with her lift hand index finger to her lips and whispered "SSSSSShhhhhh!". Suddenly, she slowly unclipped her bra and swung it over her head as she slowly turned around.

The effect of her big jiggling breasts was awesome. As she faked a grin, she jiggled her shoulders and her breasts moved up and down the big nipples rolling up and down.

Cindy could sense that the men were licking their lips and she decided to cup her breasts as she lowered her body (by bending her knees) and then slowly standing upright, over and over. The diamond pendant glittered in the light. After another 30 seconds Cindy descended to the floor in a side split and she heard a gentle groan from the three men as they watched. Slowly she lay on her back, and spread her legs wide showing the men her sexy pussy which was partially hidden by the sheer lacy black thong panties. She opened and closed her legs several times each time a little slower than the last time.

Carefully, she did a partially summersault backwards and stood up quickly to her feet and faced the men. This time she leaned forward, and kept her head up facing the men as he big boobs hung freely as gravity tugged them earthward. The big diamond pendant the fine gold chain dangled to the ground. Slowly she began to twirl her long red hair in a windmill fashion as the men eyes darted between her hair and jingling boobs.

Cindy was sensing the eagerness and almost frustration of the men to see her pussy so she did front split and then opened and closed her legs in a scissor like fashion. Once again, she put her right index finger to her mouth, as she whispered "SSSSShhhhh!" This time, she pulled her legs together and slowly, and ever so sexily pulled off her panties. Almost out of breath, she spread her legs wide, allowing the three men a full examination of her hair red pussy and her now pink swollen pussy lips. She knew she was hot and excited. There was a sense of hot heat and wetness coming from her pussy.

Cindy lowered her eyes and let the men gawk for another twenty seconds. The diamond pendant shining between her big breasts. A tear escaped her right eye and she quickly wiped it and then stood up. In quick order she placed her hands behind her neck and then spread her legs sideways effectlively lowering her height. She was breathing heavily and trying to catch her breath.....

Her sheer black panties lay on the floor midway between Cindy and the three men. From where she stood she could see a wet stain on the front and she knew the dirty pigs would probably pick them up and smell them. With her eyes, she now looked for her bra which she had released after swinging it, over her head, and it rested almost on her husband's head. He couldn't move it, and now that it was over, she looked at her husband to see if he was happy, angry, relieved, horny, jealous or furious at her display.

Dr. Carl MacDonald

He could do nothing as the 'hood' ripped off his P.J. bottoms exposing his meaty cock to all. The 'hood' even stared at his dick saying, "Not bad, doc... not too bad." Now I know he is gonna fuck me, I better not resist too much, or else he will hurt me and enjoy it. I know his type. I only wish that Cindy didn't have to be here, that I had bought a better alarm system, something to have made this night impossible.


Carl heard the 'boss' telling his wife what to do, "Well slut, he's naked and now it's your turn. Strip for us. Strip sexily. See if you can get your hubbie's dick to get hard, get him to grow a woodie any way you want to as you strip... " Now I'm getting Pissed, calling Cindy a slut, she is far from it. If only I wasn't chained up like an animal. Gun or no gun, I would tear his throat out! Or maybe just cut his balls off. I have some operating tools here somewhere, I could fix him up real good.

Carl almost couldn't believe it. His wife was sexily stripping for them. For just once, Carl regretted having a beautiful wife. She was making it good. She was so sexy, that Carl felt his cock stirring, becoming erect in spite of the situation. I can only hope that she is performing for them to save our lives. She is doing some things I have only dreamed about and doing them like a pro.I just wish she wouldn't try this hard. They might like what they see and decide to take her.

Cindy was actually grinning as she went through her sexy aerobic striptease. Her large boobs were bouncing all over the place. Carl couldn't help himself, soon he had a raging hard-on. Was this all an act, or had she been won over by this tough, unscrupulous home-taker? Had he also taken posession of his wife's soul, her very being? Please let this just be an act. Please let her dance be one brought on by fear and not by lust. If only I could read her mind and find out her plan.

Carl could only watch as her dance became more and more erotic and sexy. He choked back a sob as he thought of losing Cindy. Wait... there... she had shed a tear. Just one tear, but it told him not to give up hope. That she was performing, so she and Carl had a better chance of getting through this night alive. It was just an act, a desparate attempt to get them off balance. If I knew what was their motivation, I could, maybe, find a way out of this for Cindy and I. All I can do is to wait and hope.

Cindy finished her strip tease and looked in Carl's eyes. The two robbers were still in awe at her performance, so Carl smiled and gave a quick wink. They had the same plan, now if they could only keep up with whatever was planned for them. Maybe they are mad at me? I don't care what they do to me, just don't do it to Cindy. I can only hope that they are both gay and that way won't have sex with her. She is such a wonderful wife. Most women would just curl up into a ball and get us both killed, but not Cindy. And, I have to do my part to please them. Just enough, so they don't kill us.