The Intruders

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It was early in the morning, or maybe late at night, either way it was dark and I was sleepy when my wife woke me.

"Steve, get up!" she said.

I rolled over, suddenly I heard a loud thump and I shot up out of bed.

"You heard that too?" she questioned.

I nodded, hopping not to look too scared. Suddenly there was more thumping and some footsteps. Whoever this was wasn't trying to be quiet about the whole thing. It was obvious we were being robbed. I reached beside the bed for a bar from the brass headboard of our bed that had fallen out some time ago. I slowly got out of bed and gathered my courage.

"Stay here and call the police" I said to her, hopping to reassure her of the situation. I walked out of the bedroom and clearly heard footsteps coming up from the basement.
 
Jack

Rubbing my forehead, and cursing the low overhead quietly, I turn from the destroyed phone lines and stretch my long legs as I take the steps two by two.

"Hurry up, and bring the ropes" I hiss over my shoulder as we head thru the basements door, onto the kithen floor.

So far, so good...My buddy and I had watched this house for several weeks, admiring the shape of the young wife, as she worked the lawn and garden...

"Newlyweds" We scoffed,"So hot for each other, they can't see the rest of the world watching them"....WELL, we were hot for one of them, anyways....and tonight, we were going to do a lot more than watch.....

Stretching to my full 6 foot 3 heighth, I motioned my partner to step to the sides of the room, as a dark figure of a man became apparent in the bedroom doorway...

"Who's out there?" A voice inquired of the darkness, and I pulled the lead sap from my pocket......


OOC: Hope this works.....If not let me know via PM...otherwise, lets get to the wife......;)
 
Mike

OOC - Mike - 6'1", 240 lbs, dark complexion. Brown hair. Dull green eyes and a few scars on his face form a checkered past. Starts the evening wearing jeans and a black t-shirt.

IC - I could see Jack getting ready to whack this chump and shut him up. The guy had something in his hand. Didn't look like a gun but I wasn't sure. Jack moved quick. He was on the guy in a flash and took him down. I hurried past to make sure the wife didn't cause problems. I rushed down the hall looking in each door as I passed. I found her in the last room. The dead telephone was on the floor and she was reaching for a cell phone.

She looked good. I had seen her working outside when we cased the place; always wearing short shorts and a bikini top. She looked even better tonight. I gave her a rough shove to the floor. The cell phone flew from her hand and landed near me. She immediately started to look for it. Just as she figured out where it was I crushed it under the heel of my boot.

"I don't think we need to call anyone else. Do you? This really should be a private party."
 
Samantha

OOC: Samantha ("Sam"), 26, long curly auburn hair, green eyes, loves her husband greatly but does have a reputation as the neighborhood tease.

IC:
A sudden noise shattered my sleep. I lay there, wondering what I had heard, when I heard another loud thump. My heart pounding in my chest, I wake up my husband, Steve. He's awake in an instant when he hears the same thing that I do. I see him take a bar and start to make his way out of the bedroom.

"Be CAREFUL, Steve!" I whisper loudly.

Telling me to call the police, he vanishes from my sight. Reaching over to the table by the side of the bed, I snatch up the phone and start punching in 911, before realizing that something is wrong with the phone. I stare at it dumbly for a few moments. Then frantically try to get a dial tone. When none appears, I realize that there is bigger trouble than at first imagined.

I scurry from the bed to my purse, pulling out my cell phone, my fingers fumbling over the tiny buttons. I hear a noise and look up. My mouth forms a silent "O" as a tall man appears in the doorway. Dark and sinister looking, he approached me and gave a hard shove. As I tumbled onto the floor, beside the bed, I felt the cell phone come lose from my grasp. Having the wind slightly knocked out of me, I look around wildly for the phone....finally locating it at just the moment the stranger lowers his heavy over it, crushing it to pieces.

"I don't think we need to call anyone else. Do you? This really should be a private party."

The blood in my veins turns cold at the sound of his words. I slowly start to rise from the floor, suddenly very conscious of the fact that the only thing I'm wearing is one of Steve's old t shirts. Looking around furiously, I try to find a weapon of any kind - or a means of escape. I don't know where Steve is, and my heart sinks at not seeing him.

My thought is to roll over the bed, and try to get out by going through the bathroom. But just as I make my move, the stranger grabs my arm roughly, yanking me back over the bed next to him.

"I got her! She's right here, waiting for us!"

"Us"?? How many are there? And where is Steve? Looking up at the man holding me, I try to jerk free, only to have him pull me tighter.

"You bastard! Let me go and leave us alone! We don't have anything you want!"

His laughter sent chills down my spine.....
 
JACK

Bending, I toss the hubby over my shoulder and head for the doorway where Mike has dissapeared. Hearing a short scuffle and then Mike's confident voice.

I got her, she's right here, waiting for us

Carrying his dead weight into the room, I spy a heavy Captain's style chair, and dump him into it. At the ladies epitaph, and her denial they don't have anything we want, I echo Mike's laugh.

"Toss me the rope" I ask of him, catching the heavy cord, and tying the husband securely into the chair.

"Lets see if it's true" I challenge her "You look pretty damn good in the shorts and bikini, I bet you look even better in the buff"

Pulling a roll of duct tape from my pocket, I slap a strip across the hubbies mouth, then slap him awake.

"I want you to see your lady entertain us" I taunt him, then turn towards the trembling auburn haired lady.

"Lets see what shes got, Mike" I say, advancing towards the bed.
 
Mike

Let's see what she's got.

'No problem' I think to myself. Without warning I reach up and grab the collar of her t-shirt. With a quick pull I rip a tear about two feet long. Before she knows what is happening the shirt is tatters pooled at her feet. I glance down at her priceless ass. From Jack's lustful look I could tell he was equally impressed with the front. I give her a hard shove and throw her to the bed.
 
Sam

I look on in horror as one of them literally carries Steve into the bedroom - unconscious. A sudden gasp escapes my lips as the one holding me grabs my arm even harder. As Steve is bound to the chair, I feel my heart thudding. Watching his mouth being taped, my body turns cold. Must think of a way out of this - but how?

Then the one who carried my husband turns his attention to me. Leering, his comments about seeing me in the yard strike me to the core. Have these two goons been watching me, and for how long? His comment about seeing me "in the buff" makes me want to run, yet at the same time I feel paralized with fear.

Then the one holding me, Mike I believe he was called, turns to me and before I realize what is happening, the t shirt I'm wearing is ripped and torn and lying at my feet. I feel two pairs of eyes appraising my body from both in front and behind. Trying to move my arms to cover myself, Mike grabs me and prevents any movement. I look at my husband helplessly and see anger building in his eyes.

Suddenly, I'm tossed onto the bed like a rag doll. The bed is soft, but I hit it hard, and I am surprised by the move. However, I begin to scramble for the other side - saftey could be just beyond the bathroom door. As I begin to move, I feel my ankle grabbed in a vise-like grasp and I cry out with indignation. Pulling as hard as I can, I hear the one named Mike laughing at my efforts.

Suddenly I look up, and there in front of me is the other one, a rope in his hands, a cruel smile on his lips.

"NO! NO! Let me go - please, PLEASE! Don't do this, DON'T!"

Without warning, I feel the slap of his hand against my face, the momentum causing me to fall sideways onto the bed. Slightly dazed, now angry, I move towards him, nails raking the skin of his arms. Another hard blow to the side of my head and I sink almost into unconsciousness.

"Hey, Mike, it looks like the bitch is getting a little too feisty for her own good. Here!"

I vaguely see him throw Mike a length of rope and feel Mike begin to bind my wrist to the headboard. Trying to pull away, I begin to scream. long and loud. Some one has got to hear it.
 
Mike

Dammit. "Stop your screaming bitch." Instinctively I reach out and smack her up the side of the head. The shock of the move stops her for a moment. "I don't want to have to gag you but one more peep out of your mouth and I swear I'll beat the living hell out of your hubby over there. You understand?"

She closes her mouth and nods. The fear radiating from her is almost palpable. It was strangely exciting. I could see signs of movement from her husband. He tried to struggle as he slowly regained his wits and realized what had happened. No good. Jack had him trussed up like a turkey headed for the oven. You could see the feeling of helplessness in his eyes.

I looked around the room. Nicely decorated. The furnishings showed they had money but not too much money. The sedan in the driveway said the same thing. She looked magnificant laid out on the bed. Her wrists were bound to the headboard causing her full breasts to ride high on her chest. Her nipples were hard from the cool night air. Her legs were tightly pressed together so all you could see was a nicely trimmed bush. Undoubtably maintained for the small teasing bikini she used to show her body off to the neighbors.

"Well Jack, now that things are a little more civil. What would you like to do?
 
When I woke up I was tied up in the chair in our bedroom. One of these assholes must have plastered me when I went downstairs. I tried struggling but they've got me so tied up and gagged that I can't do anything, but watch. I was bursting with anger as they put their hands on my wife. I struggled and struggled, but I could do nothing for Samantha now. These thugs had her naked and tied to the bed. I knew what was going to happen, as I was forced to sit here and witness this. All I could do is close my eyes and pray for this to end.
 
JACK

"You take her first, I wanna go talk to her hubby" I replied, noticing he was awake.

"Hey, buddy....Open your eyes!" I tell the bound man, amused by his struggles. "Dont wear yourself, bud, I was a Navy man before life on the ground, and my knots stay good...."

Hearing Mikes voice, and the squeals of the bound woman, I grin....Mikey always did like his women pretty, and fiesty...

"Hey buddy" I return to tormenting the hubby, "let me drag you closer, so you can see your wifey take it from a real man!"

True to my words, I pull the chair beside the bed, so he can see a side view of his wife and Mike. "I got this theory, see? It goes like this....All men dream of their wives being raped...and get turned on by it, I bet you'd like to join in, once we soften her up, huh?"

From the glare in his eyes, I could tell he wasn't amused, but also noticed his eyes hardly turned from the couple on his bed...

Walking towards the doorway, I hear another squeal of pain coming from the tied bombshell, and call over my shoulder..."I'm going to take a tour thru the house, and see what goodies they have for us, OK?"
 
Mike

Jack said something about going through the house. I didn't care. Right now I had one thing on my mind. I turned to the bound woman. I sat next to her on the bed and ran my hand up and down her body. She tried to pull away from my touch but the ropes held her in place.

I caressed her breasts and squeezed her nipples. I felt her firm abs under my hand as I ran it down her tight belly. I did not speak to her. I just stared in her eyes. She knew what was coming but she was not ready to accept it. Good. I like it when they resist. But they always come around. I'll see to that if it takes all night. Demoralizing her husband while I ravished his wife was going to be a bonus.
 
Quickly, before I knew what had happened, my wrists were bound to the headboard, my ankles tied to the legs at the foot of the bed. Stretched out spread-eagled, I felt completely at the mercy of the men who had invaded our home.

As I watched, I saw the one bring my husband's chair closer to the bed. I tried to let him know through my looks that I did not blame him, that we needed to be strong together. The words of the stranger that Steve might actually like to see me be raped and abused caused my skin to crawl.

NO!

Not my husband! My husband had always been kind and gentle and loving. He would never treat me in this manner....NEVER! I wanted to scream these words, but the called Mike was looking at me very closely and I knew he only waited for another reason to strike me again.

Looking at Steve, I suddenly feel Mike's hands roughly run across my body. I cry out in surprise, and then in anger. Pulling against the rope, hoping that maybe there might be some give, I desperately wish to be free. Mike smiles at me - leering, actually. I know what is coming, and my mind desperately thinks of anything that can get me out of the situation I'm in. The idea that Steve will be watching only adding to my humiliation.

As Mike's hands continue to prob my body, I jerk from his touch, but it only serves for him to grab me even more roughly. As his hand makes its way down to my pussy, I can no longer resist. With all the gusto that I have in me, I spit - squarely hitting my target, before I hear Steve yell, "NO!"

The hit to my head snaps my head back and I'm dizzy for just a few seconds. As my eyes begin to focus, I see that Mike has something in his hand. As I blink my eyes, I see it is a cord or strap of some sort.

"Oh, no, NO - please, I won't do that again! I won't resist! NO! Please!!!"

Tears well up in my eyes, and I scream as the first strike hits my body. As Mike raises the strap once more, my eyes open in terror, another scream escaping my lips.

Just then the other one yells from downstairs -

"I think we found something else to use on her - I'll be right up!"

I look at the door and miss the sight of the strap once more striking my belly as I scream my pain. Grinning with delight, Mike moves between my legs, running his hands along my thighs.

"Yes, but before he does, I think I have something to use on you as well."
 
Mike

Apparently she wanted to get it rough. I could have taken her the easy way. I would have even made sure she enjoyed it. But the bitch went and spit on me. I couldn't help but smile at the look on her face as I reached down with my left hand to probe her cunt. She struggled and tried to escape my touch but there was no use. Her fear-filled eys darted from my left hand to my right when she realized I was undoing my belt. Her eyes opened wide when 8" of hard meat fell forward out of my briefs.

I forced one, then two fingers into her hole. My thumb reached up to search for her clit. I was going to make her get wet in spite of herself. It was truly demoralizing to make them think they might have enjoyed the fucking I gave them and a nice wet pussy was the way to make that happen.

Thoughts of robing the place were gone from my mind. She was hot enough that I was willing to spend all night breaking her down if I had to.
 
OOC-Sorry still here, just distracted

IC-I sat in the chair furious that I was so unable to protect my wife. Tears began to well up as the man began to touch her naked body, she fought back, but every part of me just hoped it would be over and they wouldn't hurt her. I struggled with my ropes only to feel them getting tighter. The man had begun fingering her, and I knew that this was happening, that there would be no rescue from this. I began to cry.
 
I would be interested in being her kid sister who happens to come by at the wrong time if you guys are game. My name is Linda and I'm a 23 year old grad student. Honey blonde hair, Stand 5'9 and weigh 129. Breasts are 35 b. If your interested, I'm game!
 
OC: Not sure where eveyone went to in this thread, but anyone interested in filling any roles let me know and I'll get back to you if they are still available. Anyone who is already involved and still wants to play let me know ASAP.

IC: I sat there as this sick fuck touched my wife. There was nothing I could do, but watch. I just hoped it would be over soon and that they wouldn't hurt her. One of the men was out of the room when I heard the doorbell. Hope was still alive. Images of policemen or neighbours coming to our aid flashed through my head. Everyone in the room seemed to stop for a second.
 
Impatiently I ring the doorbell several times, but sis doesn't answer. Damn I think, I know she's home so I'll use my key to sneak in. Giggling I think, "Maybe I'll catch them in bed screwing."

I tietoe in the front door and start down the hair when I hear a sound in one of the rooms. Still giggling, I picture my sis and her husband fucking. My shorts and halter top seem very tight as I picture my brother in law, plunging in and out of sis. Almost embarressed I stop and decide that I should leave. As I turn toward the door an unfamiliar voice says, "Hi"and I feel hands grab my arms.
 
My hands brushing over her in the dim light cant help but feel the firm, full curves of her body...Pulling her arms behind her, I grab the front of her top and give it a strong pull off her body.

Suddenly I have a wildcat in my hands, her feet kicking backwards, her voice hissing "Let me go, You bastard" as she aims another kick at me. Letting her hands loose I cock my hand back and slap her open handed, propelling her to the carpeted floor.

Kneeling astride her still cursing, but less fighting body, I let my hands play over her breasts.

"Let's see what you look like" I tell her, playing the beam of a small flashlight over her face.

"Damn" I mutter, as the beam shows her fine features and hair "You gotta be related to the number my buddy is fucking upstairs"

"Shove it up your ass" Comes the vicious reply, at which I chuckle, then slap her again.

"Actually, I'll do the shoving" I sneer as I stand, grabbing a handful of her hair, pulling her to her feet.

"Lets go see what you look like, in the light" I tell her, half pulling, half dragging her up the stairs, and into the bedroom.

"Still cursing, she pulls at my hand as I force her down on her knees and the overhead light illuminates her.

"Try this on the sister" I tell my buddy, tossing a huge cucmber to him. "While I start on the younger sister"
 
OOC: Sorry guys and gals, but I thought this was a dead thread as there hadn't been any involvement in over a week. Since Unit555 is gone for most of the week, don't know how worthwhile it would be for me to continue here ~

Maybe after Wednesday when Unit555 gets back? Dunno ~
 
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The hands force my arms behind my back, thrusting my breasts out . Momentarly stunned by the action I feel a hand go to my halter top and rip it away from my body. I scream and start to fight the man, kicking backwards at him. I feel my foot connect and the man grunt in pain.

I start to kick again, but with a quickness that belies his size, he spins me around and slaps me hard across my cheek. The blow snaps my head around and knocks me to the floor. The stinging on my cheek brings tears in my eyes as the man kneels beside me and runs his hands over my naked breasts. My body jerks when he rolled my right nipple between his fingers and I weakly push his hands away from my breasts.

A light shines in my face and a whistle come from the man as he says that I must be related to the number his buddy is fucking upstairs. My body shudders as I realize that my sister is being raped upstairs and that one of them has me. My mind panics and I kick out out the man and tell him to shove it up his ass. I start to get up and try to make the door, but another openhanded blow to my face knocks me prone to the floor.

He grabs a handfull of hair abd drags me kicking and screaming up to the bed room. Tightening his grip he holds me. My eyes focus and I see sis, naked and lying on her back on the bed. Her eyes are closed and I can see that she has been worked over. To my horror, the man that grips my hair tosses the other guy a cucumber and tells him to try that on sis.

He releases my hair and starts to undo his pants, his intension obvious as he look over my semi naked body. Cold dread hits my mind as I realize that I'm in the fertile time of my month and see his erection. I plead with him,"Please, please don't do this. I'll get pregnant." He doesn't say anything as he strokes his erection, smiles and steps toward me.
 
OC: It looks like we're replacing at least one character. The good news is that there was someone already interested in the thread, so we can continue. However I'm still wondering if unit555 and SexyChele are still interested in this thread. If you guys are or are not please let me know either way.

IC: This was only getting worse. My sister-in-law was now captured by these men. They had tied her down beside my wife, and were going to do horrible things to them in front of me. I knew praying wasn't going to help us now. I began trying to loosen my binds, while the two had their attentions elsewhere.
 
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