1 comments/ 31255 views/ 6 favorites The Burglar By: kindredspirits It was late at night on Saturday, almost early morning, when Dawn awoke with a start in her bed. She thought she had heard a noise from close by. She knew it wasn’t from any of the neighbours as they had both gone out together to a music festival so she had had the weekend to herself, which had mainly been listening to her music as loud as she liked and spending time with her boyfriend, Matt. There was the noise again, although now she was properly awake to hear it, it sounded like it was from inside her own house, downstairs. “Must be the cat again,” she thought. Her cat, Minty, had a tendency to have 30 minutes of madness from time to time – running all over the house for no apparent reason. Thinking nothing more of it she turned over and started to put her head down when she heard the noise again, although this time it was rather loud, as if something had fallen and hit the floor. It wasn’t loud enough to disturb Matt, who could sleep through an explosion at times, but enough to get Dawn a bit worried. “What if she’s fallen off a shelf and hurt herself?” she thought. “I’d best go and make sure she’s ok.” With that, Dawn got up and started quietly down the stairs, not bothering to put on her dressing gown, she was just wearing her pink negligee. As she got near to the foot of the stairs she was careful to be quiet just in case the cat was having one of its mad moments which always made her laugh and she didn’t want to disturb it. The door at the bottom of the stairs was wide open, and as she peaked around the corner to see what she could in the darkness her stomach leapt. The noises weren’t coming from the cat at all but from the man in her living room feeling his way around looking for things to steal. Dawn was petrified – instantly it brought back memories of her childhood when she had been picked on by bullies. She was a petite woman, only 5`2, jet black hair and a surprisingly full bust for her size. As she carefully peered around the corner into the room she realised that the man wasn’t that big himself – about her size in fact. Tired of been picked on all the time she felt a sudden rush of bravado and decided to tackle the intruder on her own. She didn’t want to risk alarming the man by creeping back upstairs to get Matt as he’d probably be long gone by then with whatever stash he could find. She crept into the living room on tiptoes – being such a petite woman her feet were in perfect proportion to the rest of her and at size 3, her toes didn’t make much noise as she stealthily approached the man who had his back to her, apparently looking at the stereo, no doubt considering if it was worth stealing. Suddenly she leapt at the mans back and tried to knock him over but he had heard her just an instant before she hit him and didn’t go down as planned. In fact, he managed to twist around and Dawn felt herself losing her grip and falling to the floor. She made a desperate grab for the mans head – partly to keep herself up and also to cause him some pain by getting a fistful of his hair. Unfortunately the man was wearing a woolly had to conceal his long blonde hair…. Dawn realised as she finally hit the floor and winded herself that this wasn’t a man at all, but a young woman, probably in her mid twenties by the looks of her. Caught in confusion, and winded to boot, the burglar didn’t have much trouble pinning her to the floor, whilst reaching round into a bag she had bought and producing some rope. The burglar made short work of tying Dawn up and had bound her wrists and ankles, and, rolling Dawn onto her back, the burglar then finished the job by hogtying Dawn and gagging her before she could get her breath back with Dawns own silk scarf which she had got as a present from Matt. Absolutely petrified of what might happen now, Dawn tried to get a good look at her attacker. The girl was about Dawns own height and build, and wearing all black – black shirt, black jeans, black boots. The only thing which gave it away now was her long blonde hair falling over her shoulders. “My my my. What have we here? “Hmm, well, my name is Karen, and I will be your burglar for the evening.” She laughed. “And now that we’ve met, I would like to know where you keep your money and jewellery. The sooner you tell me, the sooner ill be gone, and you can try to get yourself out of these ropes!” said Karen as she knelt down by Dawns head. “Are you going to tell me?” She asked. Dawn shook her head violently trying to spit out the gag. No way was she going to tell this bitch where her precious jewellery was – some of it had been in her family for 3 generations. “Well then” said Karen reaching into her bag “we’ll just have to convince you to spill it then wont we”. Karen moved around to straddle Dawn across the back. She reached down and scraped her fingernails along Dawns arms, not hard yet not soft either, then reaching round, she began to caress her breasts , kneading and pinching the nipples, tweaking them hard before moving down to her crutch, sliding a hand between her tightly squeezed thighs and giving the helpless girl a slight tingling feeling. “Don’t worry” she whispered seductively “I don’t want to hurt you – I just want to know where to find things, and you will tell me. If you are good, you might even enjoy it!” As Karen leant back and shook her head to dislodge a couple of annoying hairs, she felt Dawn flinch. She looked behind her and noticed a pair of tiny pink feet sticking up in the air. She shook her head again, and noticed that the tips of her hair brushed across Dawns feet making them twitch and causing another flinch. Getting an idea, she got off Dawn and went to her bag. “I have just the thing for you in here – aren’t we going to have fun!” She said reaching into the bag. Dawn wondered fearfully what was in there – a gun? a knife? What could it be? She knew she couldn’t handle pain of any kind and just prayed that Matt would hear the commotion downstairs and get up to investigate. And now she realised she had an itch on her feet as well – the girl’s hair had tickled when she had shaken her head, and Dawn knew all about tickling. Matt had something of a fetish for tickling small feet and loved to tickle her throughout the day. Sometimes just a quick flick, other times he would grab her ankles and relentlessly tickle her poor little feet for what felt like hours at a time. Given that she was incredibly ticklish at times, she hoped this “itch” would go away soon before it became too uncomfortable. Karen turned back to Dawn, her hands behind her back, concealing the feather she had gotten from her bag. “Now are you sure you won’t tell me? Ahh ok. In that case, I shall have to try to persuade you then!” she said, again straddling Dawn, although this time facing her feet. She took a moment to take in those feet – she had quite a fetish herself – small round heals leading up to a beautifully smooth sole, and up to the pudgy little toes with their light pink nail polish on – they looked just perfect to her. She began to tickle the toes with her feather, and immediately felt dawn buck underneath her. “Wow” she thought “she is really ticklish! I’m hardly touching her feet and she’s going wild” She started to saw the feather across Dawns toes, watching them curl up trying to get away from the tickling feeling. She decided to try the heel and was rewarded with a muffled laugh from behind her. Saving the best for last, she glided the feather from Dawns heel, wiggled across her sole, and finished in-between her toes. Dawn was in hysterics. She couldn’t believe what was happening. She was being tickled by a burglar! And God did it tickle. At first it wasn’t too bad, but then when she felt the feather on her heal she couldn’t hold it in any longer and when it reached the sole she just exploded into muffled laughter. Karen decided that those toes looked good enough to eat, and decided to find out. Leaning forward she took one of Dawns big toes into her mouth and suckled on it whilst her tongue darted around the base of the first couple of toes driving the girl wild with laughter. Leaning back for a moment, Karen untied the rope holding dawns wrists to her ankles then lay down on top of her, pinning her legs, and her feet, to the floor. Her face scant inches away from Dawns feet, Karen decided to have a bit more fun now and put the feather to one side. She lightly scraped her nails across the ball of the foot in front of her and was rewarded with muffled guffaws from behind. She felt a hand clawing at her own foot, and realised Dawn was trying to get her own back. Not much chance of that through her boots she thought, and got back to tormenting those soles in front of her, scrabbling her fingers from the base of the toes down to the heels, and back again. Lost in the moment, she didn’t realise for a while that the sounds of laughter had been getting ever louder – in fact it had been making her try even harder. Suddenly, her arms were whipped behind her and before she could shout she felt rope tightening around them. She rolled off Dawn and tried to stand up but was quickly tripped and felt her ankles being tied now! Despite her kicking, she could do nothing and was soon laid on the floor tied up right next to Dawn. Unknown to both the girls, Matt had been awoken by the screaming and laughter from downstairs, and had come down to investigate. Stood staring at into the living room, he could hardly believe what was happening. A girl, dressed all in black, but with long blonde hair, was mercilessly tickling Dawns tiny feet as he had done many a time, and from what he could tell, she was enjoying it a hell of a lot too! So much so that she didn’t notice him sneak up before it was too late. Having watched for a minute or so, and sprouting an enormous erection, he couldn’t take it any more and grabbed the girl’s arms and tied them up with some rope that was lying on the floor. She tried to get up to fight him off but he easily tripped her and despite the kicking used another piece of rope to restrain her legs at the ankle. Surveying the scene he thought about what to do next. There was Dawn, laid on her stomach, wearing nothing but her nightie, wrists and ankles bound, looking like the perfect Christmas gift. And next to her, facing the other direction, this other girl, about the same height it seemed and similarly bound, but screaming and swearing at him now to let her go. He moved over to Dawns head and whispered in her ear “don’t worry now babe – lets have some fun eh” and took off the scarf which had been gagging her. All Dawn could do was giggle at the moment – her feet still felt like they were being tickled after that ordeal. She watched as Matt used her scarf to gag the burglar and began to smile in relief. It was short lived however because having witnessed all the tickling that had just happened, and not being a part of it, Matt wanted to catch up. Those little pink toes in front of him were too much of a temptation and getting down onto his knees, he used one hand to lift up dawns bound feet and began to suck on the still moist toes whilst using his other hand to merrily tickle away on the soft soles. By this time Dawn had lost the strength to fight and it didn’t take very much for Matt to keep a hold of her feet. Bucking up and down she was crying with laughter at the ticklish sensations shooting up her body from her feet. Knowing now that Matt was doing the tickling, and added to the relief of being saved from this mystery girl, Dawn felt a tingling sensation deep in her loins and remembered how Karen had caressed her breasts and tried to play with her clit. The feeling grew and she felt a dampness begin between her legs. Her laughter now was interspersed with the occasional moan as the feeling inside her grew. Having heard about an orgasm induced purely by tickling, but never realised it could actually happen, Matt eased up a bit with the tickling and decided to help it along a little. He reached under the nightie and up Dawns leg with his spare hand. His fingers found her slit, and began gently caressing it, and lightly stroking her clit with his thumb, all the while using his other hand to play with her feet – a quick scrabble across her heels, then slowly dragging his forefinger up her sole and wiggling it in between her tiny toes. All this was too much for Dawn – she was in ecstasy. As her moans grew louder and louder, she felt the orgasm coming and Matt easing off the tickling. His finger playing with her clit was driving her wild and she soon came in a massive shuddering orgasm like she had never had before. As she lay there on the floor gasping for her breath back, Matt leaned close to her ear and said “I hope you enjoyed that babe. Remember how you were always much more ticklish after an orgasm?” “I’m going to see what this one can do now, then i`ll be back for some action of my own” he said with a wink. Having witnessed all this, Karen was in a state of shock. She’d just been caught having broken into this persons house, and had just witnessed the man called Matt tickling the crap out of his girlfriend, and finally bringing her off in an orgasm! That wasn’t how it was supposed to go surely. She began to worry about her future now that Matt seemed to have left Dawn alone. He turned Karen around so that she lay the same was as Dawn now – head to toe, and stood over her with a smirk on his face. “It’s hardly fair that Dawn is wearing so little and yet you are still fully clothed” he said. With that, he began to pull up her shirt, over her breasts which he noticed were almost as big as Dawns, and over her head, leaving it at the wrists adding to the bondage. He looked down at the sight before him – the shapely breasts, the hollows of her armpits, and the tanned skin of her waist below. Matt picked up the feather that Karen had discarded earlier and began to lightly brush it down her arms towards her armpits. “I wonder if you will enjoy this as much as Dawn just did” he said as Karen’s mouth began to twitch into a smile as the feather got ever closer. A few giggles began to escape from his captive as Matt let the feather glide around the hollows of her arms, not quite hitting that sensitive spot. He grasped the stem of the feather in his teeth and leant down to remove Karen’s bra, tickling her arms and ribs as he did so. By now Karen’s giggling had become almost non-stop, and when by chance the feather dipped into her armpit she lost whatever control she had and the muffled laughter began to pour from her. With Matt having finally unhooked her bra, her breasts jiggled freely as she laughed and squirmed. Matt dropped the feather now and using his fingers, lightly stroked her from her wrists all the way down to her waist – pausing for a wiggle in the hollows and playfully counting her ribs (and noting the reaction) as he moved down. He dug his fingers in now around her waist and she bucked and laughed properly now – dislodging the crude gag, screaming for him to stop. But that wasn’t quite enough. He moved down to her bound ankles now and wondered what it might be like to tickle HER feet. He lifted her legs slightly and began to unzip one of her boots, slowly pulling it from her foot, using the hard leather to scrape down her socked sole. She tried to pull her legs away but Matt’s grip was stronger. He unzipped and removed the other boot and realised that her feet were almost the same size as Dawns – a little bit longer perhaps, and slightly narrower. He couldn’t compare them properly though because of the thick socks she was wearing. He slipped his forefinger into the tip of her left sock and began to pull it down her feet – as he slid the sock down her foot and reached her toes she bucked and squealed in laughter, much stronger than before. The right sock was just as effective. Seeing those soles naked now, he noticed how soft they were – hardly a patch of hard skin to be seen – the pink heels and lightly creased soles leading to fairly long toes with their deep red nail polish. He glanced up now and saw Karen looking at him – a look of desperation on her face. “Please don’t!” she pleaded “You have no idea how ticklish I am! I’m sorry I broke into your house – ill do anything, but pleahee heeheehehheese dontheeheeh heehee don’t tiiiii heeehickle meeeeeeeeeeheeeheeheeee.” Matt attacked those feet with gusto – he had tickled Dawn for years now and had honed his technique well – now he had a chance to try it on a fresh victim and he wasn’t about to let that opportunity pass up. He raced his fingers over the bottom of her feet making her squeal and buck in agony. When he began to suck her toes she went wild, shaking her head to and fro, bucking and rolling around – anything to get rid of the intense tickling on her feet. Having recovered now, Dawn was watching all this with glee – seeing this girl going through a torment she knew only too well, and seeing the look of hunger on Matt’s face – his penis threatening to explode almost. Seeing that Dawn had now recovered, Matt leant across and began to untie the ropes wrapped around her ankles with one hand, occasionally making her gasp by giving her a quick tickle, whilst using his other hand to keep up the pace on Karen. Dawn got to her knees with a giggle and offered up her wrists, which Matt dutifully untied, then returned to feast on Karen’s toes bringing a renewed bout of laughter. After rubbing some life back into her wrists Dawn crawled over to Karen and whispered to her. “See how much fun this is? It’s my turn to play with YOU now I think!” She leant down and began to suck on Karen’s breasts – playing with the nipples with her teeth whilst unbuttoning her jeans with one hand and kneading her ribs with the other. Matt untied her ankles and paused for a second to pull Karen’s jeans down, revealing a skimpy pair of pink underwear beneath. Taking in the sight for a moment he watched as Dawn slid her fingers into Karen’s panties and began to play with her clit. Karen began to moan herself now, and Dawn had an idea. With Karen on her back, Dawn turned and straddled her legs, so she could lean forward and go to work on Karen’s clit with her mouth. At the same time, her feet now lined up perfectly with Karen’s, pinning them to the floor, and giving Matt 4 tiny pink soles to choose from. She gave him a wink, and bent forward with her arms outstretched to torment Karen’s poor armpits with her fingers, whilst licking at her hungry pussy with her lips. This caused her nightie to ride up her legs, revealing her own swollen pussy to Matt, ready for action. Matt could not believe his luck. He now had 4 feet to tickle, and his girlfriend was happily tickling this girl herself, whilst licking her out, AND offering herself to him as well! He could hear Karen’s laughter interspersed with moans as Dawn did a good job on her clit, and decided to help out a bit. He found the feather again, and sawed it across all 20 toes that were in front of him. Now he had two lots of giggles coming from the girls, and he was in heaven. Using the feather and his fingers, he tormented those soles in front of him – wiggling the feather in between Karen’s slightly longer toes, using his nails on Dawns tiny heels. The sound of laughter filled the room and he was getting more and more turned on by the second. He couldn’t resist it any more and quickly took off his boxers and plunged deep into Dawn from behind. He heard her gasp in surprise, but then she began to slowly pump up and down on him, teasingly almost. On his knees at this stage, Matt reached around behind him to support himself with his arms, and brushed his fingers across Dawn’s left sole. She let out a high pitch squeal and bucked on his rock hard shaft, nearly making him cum. He decided to try it again, and supporting himself with one arm, he reached behind and felt for the soles behind him. The Burglar He arrived at the house, the coast was clear. Slowly he opened the iron gate, it creaked on it's rusted hinges. He slid through the opening and carefully closed it behind him. He approached the door, turned the handle on the off chance the owners were dumb enough to leave it unlocked. It turned and the door opened silently inward. "Today is my lucky day!" He mumbled to himself. He was in. He entered the house and carefully and quietly closed the door behind himself. The kitchen was to the right of the door, the house was largely dark and quiet. Being the middle of the day there was little chance of finding anyone inside; they all should be at work. The was a small study, with a computer on table. He made a note of that for on his way out. Next came the living room, a VCR and TV prominently displayed, these too would be grabbed on the way out. There was a flight of stairs, ascended looking for the bedrooms and the jewelry. At the top of the stairs he entered the room on the right, it was unlike anything he had every seen! There was a sling suspended from the ceiling, a torture table, hand cuffs, and whips! His cock went instantly erect! He had read about such, but never in his wildest imagination had he planned to ever see a S&M dungeon room! He opened the closet and found it full of torture implements. Without thinking he removed his gloves and ran my hands over the myriad of implement. Floggers, gates of hell, cock rings, testicle weights, whips, restraining devices, hoods, and gags. His cock was rock hard, he looked down and it was in his hand, being stroked as he looked at all these sexual toys. He stuffed it back into his pants, and headed out of the room to see what was in the next room. Next came the hall closet. It was filled with leather outfits, corsets of every color and description, wigs, and boots. There must have been a hundreds of pairs of boots, thigh high boots, spiked heal boots, flat heal boots, country boots, low cut boots, though most were leather many were glossy latex. He moved on. The last room on the hall was very dark he felt around for a light switch, but found none, so he flipped on his flashlight. It was ANOTHER dungeon room! There was a ornate wooden chair on a platform, a cross leaning against the wall. On another wall was a old time set of Stocks! And as he turn around he saw a large table, and upon it was a gorgeous woman in leather. She was in what looked like a black and red corset. Her breasts prominently displayed, but not covered, her nipples were erect in the cool air of the room. Her legs were covered in silk stockings that clipped to the bottom of the corset. About her neck she wore a red choker. Once more, without thinking he found himself with his pants at his ankles and his throbbing cock in hand. He was an instant from orgasm when she stirred. He froze, a single stroke from ejaculating, when she opened her eyes. He instantly turned and tried to run, but tripped on his pants and fell to the floor hitting his head against the corner of the table on the way to the floor. He awoke some time later. He felt odd, like he was a rag doll propped up in some unnatural position. "Are you waking up, scum?" he heard an woman' voice through the fog of his aching head. He felt a slap to his cheek, then it all came back to him. Where he was...what he was doing. His first instinct was to escape, he tried to move but couldn't. "Hey!" He screamed. "Let me go!" He demanded. He was answered by another slap to the face, this one harder than the last. Then a slender yet powerful hand grabbed his face pinching his lips together. In the dimly lit room and face came into focus, it was gorgeous. "In my dungeon, I give the orders!!" "Who are you and what are you doing here?" She commanded. "None of your fucking business bitch! Now let me go!" It was then that he noticed he was completely naked, his arms and feet bound spread eagle to that cross he seen earlier on the wall. He looked down and to his horror his cock was once more rock hard, throbbing in fact, with pre-cum dripping from the end. "I guess a lesson is in order!" She mumbled. "Get this straight, scum bag! I am the Mistress in this Dungeon! I am the boss here. From now on you will refer to me as Mistress! Is that clear?" She then reached out and grabbed a hold of my testicles and gave them a terrific squeeze. "I asked you a question and I will not let go of these balls until I have a satisfactory answer!" She emphasized her intent with increasing her hold on me, adding a strong pull to the squeeze. The pain was intense.....He fought to hold back tears. "Yes." he gasped. "Yes MISTRESS!" She corrected me, emphasizing my error with even more force on his testicles. "Yes, Mistress." he painfully repeated. "What is your name, slave?" "Peter, is my name" "What are you doing in my dungeon?" ""I .... I " "Well?" She clinched her hand tighter. His balls felt like they implode under the pressure! "I came her to rob you!" he blurted out, praying she would release his balls if she heard the truth. "And this hard cock? What did you intend on doing with that?" "What?" He looked down again my cock at full erection, throbbing wildly as she tortured his balls with her tremendous grip. "No! Honest I came her to rob, not rape you! Honest I did not know you were even here!" "Bull shit!" She spat in my face. "Look at this!" She pointed to his cock, "You came here to rape someone! Admit it!" She screamed, and increased her grip even more. "Ahhhhh! My balls! Please that hurts so much! Please let them go! I beg you!!!" "Admit it, scum bag! You came here to rape me!" "Okay, anything if you will only release my balls!!!" "Say it!" she screamed adding an intense twist to his balls. "YES! Oh God! Yes I came here to rape you! Now PLEASE I BEG you to let my balls go!" Tears were now flowing down his face. She let his balls go after delivering one last tremendous squeeze twist and pulling. "I knew it!!!!!!" He fell limp in the restraints, his balls still screaming out in agony. "And I thought I wouldn't have a session today after bobby had canceled his session!" She thought to herself. "This is going to be a lot of fun!" A sadistic smile cracked across her face. She had booked the dungeon for an all night session, it seems she would not be disappointed. She picked up a long length of 1/8" inch nylon rope, and walked back up to her captive. "I've always wondered if I could cure a rapist!" She reached out and began binding his balls. "NO!" He screamed, "Let me go! Please!!!" "Is that your best begging?" She answered, "I'm sure you're begging will improve over the next two hours of ball beating.! She turned and picked up a wooden club, 18 inches long and 1.5 inches in diameter. She slapped it in her hand a couple times, and looked back up into her captives eyes, "Yes, you'll be much better at begging me to stop!" "NO! Don't PLEASE!" He screamed out pulling at the restraints... She took a piece of duct tape and taped his still hard cock against his stomach, causing his bound balls to thrust forward and away from his body. "No! Please Lady! Don't Do This!! Please!!!!" "The title is MISTRESS!" She said as she slammed the club down onto his balls, making them bounce violently downward. "Ahhhhhhh" "M-I-S-T-R-E-S-S" She spelled out her title each letter accented by another clubbing to his testicles! She took her time and delivered hundreds of blows to his testicles, some by swinging downward striking the tops of his testicles, others by swinging upward striking the bottom of his testicles. Soon he was reduced to tears. His cries of stop and help abated as he knew there was no help coming to his aid. The pains were intense in his stomach cavity as well as the testicles themselves. Finally after the two hours were up, she stopped. "There! That wasn't so bad now was it?" She said cheerfully. "Please Mistress, no more! I beg you! Please no more!" he sobbed. "I asked you a question!" Her tone changing to irritation, "Or do I need to give you another 2 hours of advanced training?" "NO! NO! Please not that!" Pure fear in his voice, he wracked his brain to remember the question. Finally he remembered, but how should he answer? Yes it was NOT too bad? and risk her extending the beating? Or No it was terrible and risk punishment...what was She expecting as the answer? "Well?" she inquired. "Mistress, it was perfect." He answered her. "Good answer, slave! Now thank me for your training." "Thank you, Mistress, Thank you for taking time to train me." She dipped her fingers between her legs and ran them inside her body, making them wet with her hot juices, then took her finger and dried them in his moustache and nostrils. Instinctively he breathed in through his nose taking her sweet scent deep into his lungs and psyche. The affect was instantaneous, his cock jumped back to life. She laughed an evil laugh....."You should learn to control that cock of yours slave, it will be your down fall!" He did not hear her words, he was lost in her strong womanly scent. He breathed her scent in repeatedly, then tried to lick his moustache to taste her juices as well. This irritated her, "How dare he slide into Sub-space!" She untied his aching swollen testicles, and took them into her hands. She gripped his testicles and rolled them in her strong hands, grinding them against themselves. He cried out in pain, instantly yanked back into reality. "You have such large testicles!" She sighed, "I just love torturing large full testicles!" She tightened her grip and increased her onslaught against his manliness , his cock began to falter. She reached behind herself and picked up a small plastic strap, she continued her attack until his cock was fully retracted and completely limp. And then in an instant she released his testicles and wrapped the strap about his manhood. She had carefully placed it at the very base of his cock, against the pubic bone. Next she wrapped electrical tape about the strap securing it in place. She released him and stepped back. He was still consumed with testicular pain, and had not noticed the new implement on his cock. But as the waves of pain ceased he looked down and saw what she had done. "What is that, Mistress?" He asked. "That my dear slave is the jewel of cock torture devices!" She said running her fingers again between her legs, this time she shivered as she actually orgasmed with the stimulation. "I do not understand." His face was very puzzled. "You will, my love, You will!" She approached and once more dried her fingers into his moustache, then she pressed her still moist fingers up his nostrils, then as she retracted them she ran them into his hungry mouth. Her taste was unparalleled, like cocaine to a drug addict. His arousal soared once more, once more he entered sub-space. Then like lighting his cock was on fire. It felt like hundreds of needles were piercing his still swelling cock! He lunged forward in pain, thrusting his crotch backward as if to pull it from the what ever was torturing him! But to no avail! The pain increased geometrically to his arousal! His eyes shot open and he realized the pain was coming from the band she at placed on this cock. An evil and sadistic laugh filled the room. He looked up into her aroused eyes questioningly. "It's called a Kali Bracelet! Don't you just love it! YOU are torturing your SELF! The harder you become the more pain you will receive! To make the pain stop all you have to do is go limp." A terribly sadistic grin crossed her face.."But then where's the fun in that, eh?" She reached out with her soft hand and took hold of his semi-hard cock. "Do you like my touch?" She teased as she moved forward pressing her bare breasts against his chest. She gently stroked her hand along his cock causing it to throb and grow to a full erection. "STOP! Please I beg you Mistress STOP!" the slave screamed in agony as the teeth of the Kali imbedded themselves into the meat of his cock. She laughed an evil laugh. She released his cock and stood before him. "Is your poor cock in agony, my slave?" She blew him a kiss, and placed her hands on either side of her breasts, pressing them forward and upward she licked her own nipple. Involuntarily his cock throbbed at the erotic site before him, and he screamed out in pain again. Then he shut his eyes. This angered her, she reached out and slapped his face. "Open you eyes or I'll give you a long slow hand job until you cum!" She threatened. The thought of such while wearing this Bracelet on his cock was pure terror! He opened his eyes to watch the live sex show she was putting on. For the next 30 minutes she teased him unmercifully causing untold pain on his cock. Pre-cum oozed from it's opening all the way to a puddle on the floor. Each throb was pure agony, his balls now ached more from the volume of cum locked inside them than the beating they had recently received. His cries of pain were an aphrodisiac to her ears, while teasing him she climaxed several times..but she needed more. She stood in front of him, her erect nipples pressing into his chest, his throbbing cock imprisoned between her legs, her breadth heavy. She reached hands up and placed them on either side of his head and planted her lips against his, their tongues intertwined, his cock throbbed involuntarily up against her labia as he pressed his lips back against her kissing her with a lust he had never before possessed. They remained locked in this tantalizing embrace for an unknown length of time, he had totally surrendered to his new position, as his Mistress' slave. He felt himself being moved, and he made no effort to pull away. His arms fell free from the cross and he wrapped them about her back and embraced her, kissing her with renewed vigor. He wanted to please his Mistress, he kissed her neck and shoulders; her hand grabbed his shoulders and pushed him lower. Soon he was licking and sucking her erect nipples, like a new born babe suckling milk from its mother he was sucking his new life from his Mistress. Her gasps of arousal leapt with renewed vigor as she pushed him lower still. His tongue found her navel, and lower still. Soon he was upon his knees, his tongue licking her shaved crotch, her juices flowing across his face. Her fingers running through his hair as his tongue explored her body. Suddenly her hands stopped moving and clenched his scalp and hair her fingernails digging into his head; his tongue had found her clit and attacked it for all he was worth. Moments later her whole body froze, every muscle in her body tensed up. Instinctively his tongue doubled its efforts as he sent her crashing into a powerful orgasm. Her cum gushed into his mouth and her labia swelled in the aftermath of the tremendous orgasm. He slowed his movements and softened his tongue. Her body quaked several more times as she rode the after glow of orgasm..... "That was wonderful!" She sighed. "Thank you, my Mistress" he responded to her.. "I am weak in the knees!" She sighed. He dropped his hand behind her legs and rose up, lifting his Mistress in his arms. He carefully made his way across the room carrying her and placed her upon the padded table. She reached out and removed the Kali from his cock. A trickle of blood ran down his semi hard member. She gently stroked his cock and it instantly rose to full height. She took hold of his balls with her right hand and made a circle about his cock with her left. "Cum for me, slave!" She sighed, "Fuck my hand and cum for me." He began thrusting his hips, pumping his cock thru her hand, as she pulled and squeezed his tender swollen testicles with her right hand. "Cum, Slave!" She commanded as she could feel the cum boiling inside his testicles. An instant later his first spurt of cum shot from his cock, streaking across her chest, followed by another and another. He continued thrusting until he was fully spent. His hot cum covered her chest, neck. "Now my slave, Show me your devotion, lick up your seed from my body!" Without hesitation he lowered his head onto her body and licked her spotless, as her arousal was once more switched into high gear Her hands once more grabbed his head and directed his tongue to where she needed it to be. Soon she was climaxing again his head clenched between her thighs, his tongue buried inside her. As she rode the after waves of her shattering orgasm she slipped into a peaceful sleep. The slave knelt beside her on the floor, and patiently awaiting her next command. The Burglar She awoke as her book fell off the bed onto the floor, the noise startling her. She didn't know that she'd fallen asleep but checked the bedside clock, its red LED numbers showing her 12:37. Damn! Then there was a noise from downstairs and she became concerned. Enough to reach down between the mattress and the night-stand to where her husband had installed a soft chamois-leather holster that held her Glock. Hidden from view but readily available as she now pulled the gun easily from the holster and listened intently. Maybe the noise wasn't the book falling to the floor? Her hearing was extremely sharp and she lay, slightly breathless, waiting for anything that would confirm that she was hearing things, outside of the house settling as the night cooled. There it was again, a rustling sound as if someone was treading carefully maybe coming up the stairs. Thinking quickly so as not to be caught in bed, she slipped out, her silk full-length night-gown enabling her to leave the bed silently. Holding the gun in her right hand, she tip-toed towards the half-open bedroom door and gently pulled it fully open. A flash of light flickered in the hallway and she was startled, holding her breath in case the mere fact of her breathing could be heard. A coolness came over her and she shivered, goose-bumps breaking out on her arms, with her nipples suddenly thrusting hard and erect through the blood-red silk with its shoe-string straps. At thirty-five, and 5' 9" she was very confident in herself with a growing anger suppressing any fear that some bastard would think he could break in and wander round her house. She moved towards the stair well and looked over the top. Directly below her a man's head and body was starting to move up the stair, facing away from her until he almost reached the landing half way up. Without thinking, she flicked on the lights in the well, and yelled "Stay right there or I'll shoot!" He froze but slowly turned as if to look up the stairs; his face was hidden in a black ski-mask and he wore black jeans, turtle-neck sweater and leather driving gloves. Spreading his hands wide, he said "Hey Lady. I ain't armed so just be careful with that gun!" "Stay still or I will fire! Now, on your hands and knees!" Slowly he complied as she moved down the upper stairs to the landing. He was still under the landing level so propped at an angle facing upwards at her, his eyes feasting on the fact that she had a great figure under the blood-red night-dress. She, for her part, was wondering how the hell this guy had got into the house, had avoided the security system and just what the hell was SHE going to do now? Her mind raced as she kept back from his reach; she knew that she was vulnerable in her silk clothing and wasn't going to allow him to be able to reach her. "Put your hands behind you!" she yelled, her voice rising with her fear. Slowly he complied and his chin rested on the top stair, as his eyes stared at her through the holes in the mask. She couldn't leave him or even turn around as she knew that he'd attempt to grab her. A Mexican stand-off. What the hell was she going to do? He answered her questioning mind by suddenly bringing his hands back to his sides in an attempt to push himself up and leap at her. Instinctively, she lashed out, bringing her gun down on the side of his head. He immediately grunted and collapsed onto the stairs. He was clearly out for the count. She stood in shock having reacted on the fear instinct, realizing that she could have actually killed the guy; she watched him for a few moments and saw that he was breathing, his body moving with the intake of air. Still cautious, she stepped over him and down the stairs to the main floor of the house, and turned towards the kitchen. Flicking on lights she tested the back door and found it unlocked. How the hell had that happened. She knew that she'd set both the locks and the lower-floor alarms before she'd retired to bed. Tom, her husband, was in Vegas at the CES show; as an IT expert his company had sent him there and he wasn't due to return until tomorrow, Friday, when he would drive home to their home in Palos Verdes. Her first thoughts were to disable the guy, and while he was still unconscious, she went to their utility-pantry and took a roll of duct tape. Using more caution, she approached the body and placing the gun at hand on the floor, pulled some length of tape and gingerly reached out to pull his right arm behind his back. Then wrapping tape around the wrist, she pulled it sharply behind him and quickly pulled the left arm to match it. Holding the gloved hands close together like she'd seen on the TV cop shows, she was able to continue wrapping the hands with the tape until she felt that he would not be able to free himself anytime soon. Feeling bolder, she then added tape to his ankles, binding them tightly together. She watched him for signs of life but he was out for the moment. Standing, and looking around she wondered "What next?" Picking the gun up, she moved to the kitchen and placed it on the antique, wooden, country-style table. Slowly her breathing slowed; she felt her left breast and her heart wasn't thumping as much as it had been. She should call the police. But, for whatever reason, she dialed her next-door neighbors. A male voice drowsily answered, grunting 'Hello'. "Jack! It's Sally next door. I'm sorry to call this late, but I've caught a burglar going through my house. Can you come and help me please?" Now wide awake, he replied "Sure Sally. Gimme two minutes to get some clothes on. I'll be there!" "Jack - come round the back; I'll leave the kitchen door unlocked." He grunted a quick acknowledgement and hung up. She hung up the phone and padded around, automatically setting the coffee pot to brew what would have been the morning's first taste of the day. She then went back to the stairs to find the man awake and struggling to free himself, to no effect. He was well secured. Still she wondered what to do. Jack would know, she thought. Her thoughts flashed to Jack, and Anne, his wife. They'd been neighbors for over five years now with everything - on the surface - as normal as neighbors could be, but she and Jack had indulged themselves after one of his riotous parties, at two in the morning, when everybody else had either gone home or was asleep; particularly Anne! They'd been left in the hot-tub at the time and as she'd moved to leave he had pulled her towards him. She knew he was drunk, as was she, and she couldn't resist his strong arms pulling her back towards him in the water. How he did it she didn't know; couldn't remember, but suddenly she was without her bikini-top, and his huge hands had grasped her breasts, turning her towards him as he brought her face towards his for a passionate kiss. For a micro-second she has started to resist, but secretly she had always fancied him and gave in to her own passions and returned the kiss strongly. It didn't matter how long it had lasted; minutes or maybe nearer an hour; her fuzzy brain simply turned to mush as he found her bikini-bottoms and had slipped them off her. She moved her legs around him and he impaled her on his raging erection. She had gasped but reacted instinctively squeezing his cock as he thrust into her, the feelings intensifying exponentially inside her. Moments later, her 'walked' her across to the edge of the jacuzzi, and sat her gently on the edge, where the decking surrounded it. She relaxed and widened her legs allowing him to penetrate her more strongly. She had lain back and her memories now, eighteen months later, were of watching the night sky, as the stars twinkled down at them and she rose to a giant orgasm with Jack following her seconds later, grunting loudly as her filled her with his outpourings. They had kissed and cuddled for some time after, and he regained some more strength - she knew not from where - and this time, still at the edge of the tub he had renewed his lust inside her; she wallowed in the sensations and although she didn't reach an orgasm as such, she was satiated by his physical loving, almost sleeping on the decking as he withdrew from her. The next thing she knew he had picked her up and carried her into the family room, grabbing some towels and drying her off gently as she stood and allowed him full access to her body. Eventually, they came to their senses dressing in their party clothes, and then found her bikini still floating in the tub; he walked her back to her house to the very same door that he was approaching now. Nothing more had been said over the months intervening, but they both smiled at each other when they met; him raising an eyebrow at her and she nodding softly, acknowledging their secret. She was good friends with Anne and felt somewhat guilty, but this dissipated and the girls continued their own friendship over the following months. She assumed Jack had never told Anne of the indiscretions! Now, here he was again, but this time, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, barreling through the door, asking if she was okay? She rushed towards him forgetting her mode of dress and clung to him, suddenly relieved beyond comprehension that here was a friendly face. He in turn was suddenly aware of the scent of her and the feeling of her supple body in his arms. Without thinking they kissed and he almost forgot why he was there... Then reality rushed back at him, and he untangled himself from her arms. "Where's the bastard? Has he hurt you in any way?"... She replied giving him the briefest report and leading the way to the stairs. The man was now lying still, having realized that he wasn't going to get anywhere fast without their help. She continued: "Tom's away in Vegas at the CES show and won't be home until tomorrow and how this guy got in I don't know; even the alarm system is off which I know I set before I went to bed, yet somehow...?" Her voice trailed away as Jack looked at her quizzically. "But Jack's car is outside in the driveway." In turn, she looked at Jack; "No", she said, "He drove the Audi and told me he wouldn't be home until Friday night." They both looked at the hooded man lying there and Jack leaned down to pull the ski-mask off him. Sally gasped out loud. "Tom! What are you doing here?" Her voice rose both with anger and relief that her husband was the guy lying on the floor in front of them. Then she remembered that she'd whacked him around the head with her gun, and knelt down to turn his head, to see some blood trickling from what was actually quite a small cut, the ski-mask having deflected some of the blow from the gun. "It's not too bad" said Jack. He turned to address Tom directly. "What are you playing at Tom? Don't you know that you gave Sally a helluva fright?" He still lay sideways on the floor looking up at them and with a rather sheepish grin said: "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen, but I guess I wanted to see if Sally was up to anything while I've been gone." He paused. "You see, I know you two were 'at it' after your party last year and I wanted to see if it was continuing in any way!" They looked dumbfounded at him, and after a moment, Jack spoke. "What do you mean 'at it'?" "Yeah. I know you didn't think anyone was watching, but I'd woken up to take a leak and saw you two humping like rabbits on the edge of the tub. You sure made a meal of it, didn't you?" Sally stared at her husband, anger and guilt growing inside her head as she realized that Tom hadn't said anything for over a year. What the hell was he playing at? She looked at Jack, now slightly red-faced, and obviously feeling some guilt also. Jack spoke. "Christ man, why the hell didn't you speak up? This was a stupid thing that we did, but we were well tanked and it just sorta happened! Have you been brewing about this all this time?" Tom twisted around slightly to look at Sally, and sneeringly said that he knew she was a beautiful woman and possibly fancied other men; He was a bit of a geek and wasn't surprised by the 'quick fuck' that had occurred but hoped that it hadn't gone any further, and No, he hadn't talked to Anne about it 'just in case' it was a 'one-off'. Except he HAD stewed about it but this was the first time he'd been out of town for some period of days, and while he was away, he kept thinking that Sally would take advantage of his absence. Now, he guessed he'd made a mistake... Sally broke in. "Too damned right buster! Except for that one night, I've been faithful to you since we've been married, and I think you would have been better off if you HAD mentioned it. We could have cleared the air!" She was breathing heavily now, her chest rising and falling under the thin silk, her breasts outlined, catching Jack's eyes, to his discomfort. Tom looked at her again. "Yeah, but I bet you've fancied him since they moved in next door?" As he spoke, she was getting angrier. "Yes, I did - no, make that I DO - fancy him. As Jack said, it was a 'one-off' but you're really pissing me off and I've a mind to make up for some lost time! You creep into this house, frightening the crap out of me; you're damned lucky I didn't shoot you and what a bloody mess that would have made in the news! Now, you're lying there saying you KNEW all along! Christ! Is this what gets you off? We haven't had sex for about a month now, and the last time was 'wham-bam' without the 'thank you Ma'am'. Some fucking husband you are!" She turned and stormed into the kitchen as Jack knelt down to see to releasing Tom's bindings; a few seconds passed while he looked at them and then turned towards the kitchen, to find a knife or scissors. "Hey Sally. Where do you keep the scissors? I'll cut Tom out of the tape if you like?" She looked blankly at him, her thoughts pounding through her head. Lowering her voice she said "Can you believe it? All this goddamned time he KNEW? Not a word and yet he creeps into the house! What was his motive? Was he gonna kill me?" Jack moved towards her, and wrapped his arms around her again and conscious of the thin silk in his hands. "What do you want me to do?" he asked. "I think that we should cut him free but you might want to call the cops and tell them what's been going on so that they know the score and can protect you." She cuddled into him for a few more seconds. Her eyebrows went up as she thought something through. She smiled up at him mischeviously. Her hand went down to between them and felt his penis in his jeans, stroking it until it stirred under her ministrations. "How'd you like to fuck me again? Right now? I want the bastard to pay for the fright he gave me and I know exactly how to do that!" He was stunned and couldn't reply quickly. "Come on" she said, "help me here!" And, with that, she marched in her bare feet through to where Tom still lay on his side. Addressing him direct, she said, "You know what, Buster. This is the end of the road. I've put up with your weird lifestyle for too long, and it ends here, right now! "Yes, you're correct. I HAVE fancied Jack for some time, but - apart from the party last year, I - we - have done nothing about it. I know he loves Anne and I wouldn't want to break that up, but he gave me one huge orgasm last year, and I gotta tell ya, I've thought about it a lot, and have even fantasized about it when you've fumbled around in bed like fucking Tarzan, while I was remembering Jack's wonderful prick blowing my mind!" She turned away and without thinking, tugged at Tom's feet, pulling him down the last two steps of the stairway, banging his head on the steps before he could brace himself. Once she'd got his body onto the marble flooring, he was easy to slide towards to kitchen. Jack stepped in. "Whoa, hold it Sally, what the hell are you thinking?" She stood up straight and looked him in the face. "I'm gonna fuck you in front of him! If he's so damned unconcerned and thinks that I'm that sort of girl then I'll give him something to think about when he's feeling horny, 'cos it sure as hell won't be ME fucking his brains out anymore!" She stooped down again and started to pull a struggling Tom towards the kitchen. Jack could only lean down to assist her; she was obviously determined in her moves although he didn't understand what she wanted. Together, they pulled Tom by the feet, sliding him across the tiles until he was almost under the large kitchen table. She motioned to Jack. "Here. Help me sit him up on the chair." And, he complied, as she pushed the chair nearer to Tom, and Jack lifted him by the shoulders. Tom struggled a bit but Jack was definitely stronger and, angered by Tom's unspoken attitude, hefted him into a sitting position on the chair. Sally watched as this happened, a growing distaste for her husband and his claims. Shit, he never had been that good in bed, but she'd thought - like many women - she could train him to satisfy her. At first , their marriage, seven years ago, had been exciting and Tom did try to please her, but she needed consideration and he simply did not have the initiative to work towards pleasuring her. Thank God there's been no children, as she had secretly continued taking the pill, fearing that things might collapse eventually. "What the hell are you doing" said Tom. "Get me out of these bindings and we can sort out everything!" But Sally wasn't listening. She reached for the tape again, and in one swift movement, ripped off about a foot-length of the tape, and - almost professionally - slapped it across his mouth, surprising him and shutting him up. His muffled anger came through and he shook his head, but of course, couldn't dislodge the tape. "No, Tom. I've had enough. You frighten the crap out of me by sneaking in. As I said, I could've shot you, and now you tell us that you've been hiding what you knew! Jeez, what kind of creep are you?" Tom sputtered in answer but she wasn't listening; she turned to Jack. "Help me tie him to the chair; I don't want him falling off now!" She again picked up the duct-tape and started unrolling a large length, wrapping it around Tom's shoulders and the chair back. Two more complete turns around, and then she stooped to wrap more around his legs. This time her straps slipped off her shoulders and in anger, she stood quickly and let the nightdress fall off her, stepping out, naked before both men. They both ogled her as she stood up. "Still fancy me Jack?" He, bemused at events unfolding, nodded. Of course he did! "Good. That's VERY good, 'cos I want you to 'do me' again like you did the last time! Right here. Now. On this table. In front of this idiot who didn't know how good he had it!" She slipped up onto the middle of the table, about four feet along from Tom. "Come on Jack, you'd better be quick as you'll need to get back to Anne!" Jack moved slowly, not quite sure what to do, but as he approached her, she again reached to his jeans and swiftly unzipped him, reaching in through the zipper, to feel him already semi-hard. She smiled. "There, that's better. I knew you'd not let me down!" She proceeded to stroke him strongly; he had not got on any underwear - going "commando" as he often did - and within seconds he was burgeoning through the gap. She flipped the top button and the jeans slipped to the floor and she had full sight of him as she felt herself warming to this kinkier side of her personality. 'God, am I going to fuck him right here, in front of Tom?' "Do you remember Jack, how we did it on the side of the decking? If you've forgotten, I bet Tom here can remember! He's sneaky and gets his rocks off watching others when they don't know! So, let's give him a show..." She pulled him into her, as she spread her legs wide and holding his cock, pulled him right into her crotch. She knew she was turned on; much more than she should have been but the weird situation was fed by her anger and now, her desire for some fulfillment, knowing that Jack's cock could provide this. The Burglar Within seconds, she had taken him into her, and he groaned, now unable to stop, his animal lust coming through. He growled as he pushed into her strongly and she bounced a little on the table top. She looked sideways at Tom. "Can you see sweetie? Here, let me lift my leg a little. Maybe you can see Jack's cock sliding in and out of me." She then involuntarily moaned as he pushed deep inside her and she swung her legs up to over his shoulders. "Oh God! Jeez that feels fabulous. Oh, go for it Jack; let me have it all! I need to come so badly please give it to me.." It took less than two minutes for her to crest, as she lay herself back across the table while he now pounded at her, like an animal released. It took him only a few minutes more, to come into her, erupting in spasms that left him with shaking knees. Staying inside her, he slumped over her chest and she brought her arms around his shoulders as she lowered her knees to hang over the edge of the table. They were like that for a few seconds and she stole a glance at Tom, seething in the chair. "Umm, that was really good" she moaned. Tom was sweating and he struggled to shake himself free, all to no avail. Jack pulled out of her and stood up, moving backwards and reaching down for his jeans. Sally swung her legs together and lasciviously said "God, I'm overflowing" and slipped off the table to get a paper towel from the kitchen stand. It was then that she noticed the kitchen door was open, with Anne leaning against the woodwork. "Christ! Anne. What are you doing here?" "Well, for one thing, I've been watching you fuck Jack; Oops, sorry, it was the other way round, wasn't it?" Before anybody else could move - Jack standing there stupefied; Tom wriggling with his bindings - Sally took off running. Grabbing the gun off the table, and then through the kitchen and up the stairs to the bedroom. The three remaining players were motionless. But Anne finally made the first move. "Well Jack, that was pretty impressive, but how the hell did you get Tom all trussed up like a turkey? I mean to say, is it fair that he can't move while you fuck his wife?" "Anne, it's not what you think! Sally called because she had somebody creeping around the house. Tom's supposed to have been in Vegas at a show and she was frightened. But before I got here, she'd whacked him with their gun and started to tie him up." He paused. "You see, he has had a ski-mask on and she didn't know who the hell he was. It was me who took the mask off him and we were both shocked that it was him." He looked directly at Tom. "And the stupid idiot was trying to see if Sally & I were having an affair!" He again glared at Tom. "Which we weren't." Again a lengthy pause. "And aren't, despite what you have seen. I supposed you were looking through the window?" As he finished, Sally re-appeared, now dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. Not speaking, she walked over and picked up her night-dress, folding it over her arm. "What's going on?" Cold. Angry. Defiant. "Why are you here Anne?" "Well, luvvie. When Jack rushed out of bed an hour ago, I thought he'd only be a few minutes. But then I began to wonder, and worry that he was alright. And of course, he is alright! But poor old Tom here seems a bit abused if nothing else!" And with that, she moved around to walk around to him. Again, with some venom in her voice. "Tom, I'm sorry sweetie, but I've always wanted to do this." And, without any prior indication, she pulled at a corner of the tape on his mouth and ripped it off quickly. Tom yelped and his face showed red marks where the tape had been. "Christ Anne, you didn't have to do that!" "Oh, but darling, I REALLY wanted to see how it felt!" She paused, creating a small moue with her mouth. Now on her knees and leaning forward, she kissed him on the lips."There, let mommy make it better." She glanced down and put her right hand on his groin. "Oh My" she said. "Looks like you've got a hard-on again." Teasingly, she stroked him boldly, in front of his wife and her husband. "Let me take care of this while I'm here. You know how you love my blow-jobs!" She unzipped his pants and feeling into the gap, pulled his almost fully-erect penis out for all to see. Grasping him in her hand, she then bent and started sucking on him. The other two simply stood there, dumbfounded as Anne worked her expert mouth on Tom. Her head bobbed up and down and she made glorious sucking sounds, accentuating the lust. Tom's eyes rolled upwards. Jack was the first to move. "What the hell do you mean 'You love my blow-jobs?' WHEN have you been giving him sex?" Pulling off Tom, she turned to look at Jack, with Sally now standing right behind him. Anne was unrepentant. "Oh Jack! Ever since we saw you two fucking on the deck!" She paused to let them take in what she'd said. "Yes, Ever since then! Regularly, in a small hotel down in Santa Monica. Umm, I'd say every four or five weeks, whenever we had the need!" Sally and Jack glanced at each other in confusion... "But How? Why?" asked Sally, knowing as she said it, what a stupid question it was. Anne looked back up into Tom's face, and said to him "You know what, it doesn't matter now. Let the chips fall where they may. Okay with you?" Tom plucked up some of his courage. "I'd rather you finish this blow-job, and THEN we can all talk." Anne leaned down and kissed his penis again. "No deal" she said. "Let's get this over with and then we can play." She turned to stand, and with an innocent look at Sally, said "Oh Sal. Where do you keep the scissors? Are they in this drawer." And she stood, moved with a calculated stride and went to open a drawer, reaching in a pulling out a large pair of scissors. Brandishing them, she said "I remembered where you keep these." Sort of triumphantly. She then moved behind Tom's chair and within minutes had freed his hands and chest, unwrapping the tape from around him and pulling him up to stand shakily. Jack had put an arm around Sally and they moved quietly into the family room, separated from the kitchen by a low wall halfway across the kitchen. They were both silent, sitting in chairs while Anne finished freeing up Tom. "I see there's fresh coffee" said Anne. "Shall I pour?" Sally now on automatic said "No. I'll get some cups. Jack, do you take sugar?" He nodded 'Yes' and she laid out four cups as Anne took Tom into the family room, to sit him and herself in the remaining sofa and chair. Sally looked at her reflection in the kitchen window; this was surreal. With no words spoken she delivered cups to the others and finally went back to her chair. Anne was the first to speak. "Come ON children! Somebody say something!" Another lengthy pause during which both Tom and Jack sipped at their coffees. Furtive looks were exchanged until Anne, once again frustrated, said "Okay. I'll tell you both about Tom and me." * * * * * She looked directly at Jack, delivering a message that was the last thing that he, or Sally, would have dreamed of. "I'd woken up for some reason on our party night, and you weren't in bed. It was after 2.am. and as I got out of bed to look for you, Tom was passing by our room, on the way back from the bathroom. He was still very drunk and I asked if he was okay. He said he couldn't find Sally. Did I know where you were? "So, I walked him through our bedroom to look onto the patio. Both of us could see you both. Sally was sprawled out on her back and, well, you were fucking her brains out. That's the only way to put it. Neither of us knew if she was even alive for a moment, but then she curled herself up under you and screamed in her orgasm. This affected Tom and he clung to me, inadvertantly holding my breast through my nightie. My nipples got hard as we watched you and I could feel Tom getting hard against my backside. There was nothing for it but to reach back and hold him through his jeans; he was hard as a rock, and before I knew it, we were both at it ourselves! "He pushed me back onto our bed and clearly, we both needed the release 'cos in no time at all, I came in a climax that had me screaming - I suddenly was afraid that you'd hear US! And then Tom followed me thirty seconds later. I was paranoid; Sally is my best friend and what was I doing with HER husband? And then, twenty seconds later thought 'What the fuck was I worried about?' Hell, you'd been bonking Sally - and what's more, when Tom and I recovered, we moved back to the window and there you were, fucking her AGAIN!!" Everyone was silent although Tom had a slight grin on his face. Anne looked at Sally and then Jack. "Then you picked her up and walked her into the family room and I pushed Tom out the door and he went into the guest room, and if I'm not wrong, straight to sleep!" She paused. "Men! They fuck you and then fall asleep. How fair is that!" Again, a longish pause, so Anne continued. "After that, Tom and I spoke a couple of days later. He said that he was sorry that he'd been 'so rough' with me. Hah! Jack has been a good lover, but this was different. It was as if Tom didn't care about my welfare; he was just 'rutting' - and I LOVED it! In fact, it was only on the third day and we arranged to hook up for lunch in Santa Monica, near his office, and ended up checking in to this kinda cheesy motel, but that didn't matter. We were at it for a couple of hours and all the frustrations came out. "Yes, neither of us wanted to hurt either of you, or our marriages, but I became insatiable with him, and I think drained the hell out of him when we DID get together." She looked at Sally's face, a picture of shock now. THIS was nothing that she'd expected. "But Anne, you're my BEST friend! How could you do this? I mean, it's not the one-off that Jack and I did, and it REALLY was a one-off. Christ, the times you've talked about Jack as a great husband, made me feel dreadful, and this is why to an extent I've never approached Jack again! Now, you tell that you two have been rutting away in cheap motels for eighteen months! How could you?" She leaned back and looked at Jack. His face was red, either from anger or embarrassment, but he refused to look at Sally, directing himself to Anne. Finally, he spoke to her directly. "Geez Annie. What the hell were we playing at all this time?" Sally got up and started pacing around. "I can't believe that you both were playing us for suckers. God alone knows that I've gone through hell this last year. Tom has been less than useless to me in bed although now I know why. And Anne; you and I have been out together shopping or whatever, and all the time you've been screwing Tom... Christ!!" She paused and turned to Tom. "And, YOU! Shit, you come in here after midnight, lying again to me that you were going to be home tomorrow, and you're trying to find out if Jack and I were screwing by sneaking into the house! Hah! Maybe I should've shot you! Let the damned cops sort it out!" Tom bleated at her from the sofa. "Yeah, but you took revenge by fucking HIM on the table. Even Annie's seen you, so you ain't Miss Sanctimonious at all!" She whirled at him, lunging across to smack him, but he caught her arm as it came down on him. "Not so fast Lady!" He pulled her over the sofa arm so that she fell flat across his lap, where he proceeded to give her bottom a severe smacking until she screamed for him to stop. Jack leapt up and rushed to them, pulling her off Tom, and preparing to bash him. They were interrupted by Anne. "STOP IT!" And they did. The tension went out of the room like a rush of air, and Sally sat back now, against Jack, squeezed into the armchair with him, ending up with an arm around his shoulder. Anne spoke. "Look guys. I was afraid that it would all come to this, and I'm sorry. I suggest that we all go to bed - wherever you want to. I'm going home; Jack you can come with me or stay here; you guys will have to make up your minds. I'm too tired to fight anymore tonight. Let's all meet up tomorrow, calmly, to see where this goes." She stood and headed for the kitchen door when Sally called out. "Wait Anne" who turned and paused. Both women then went out into the yard and were gone for about ten minutes. The air in the family room was tense until Jack broke the silence. "Christ Tom. I didn't know anything about this, and certainly don't want to fight anymore. Why don't we split for the evening. I'll call you later and we can maybe repair what's been damaged." And then the girls returned, Sally shivering in her lightweight sweater. "Okay you two. We've reached a decision and it's now totally up to you. Jack, you can stay here with me if you wish; Tom, you can go with Anne and we'll all meet for brunch. It's been one helluva night and we both think that we'll need to sort out these relationships in a calm atmosphere." * * * * Six months later, to the Lawyers' delight, settlements were reached. Tom moved in with Anne; Jack moved in with Sally. House deeds were changed to accommodate these moves. The only unhappy people were the neighbors. They simply couldn't understand who the hell was living with whom! * * * * The Burglar And His Victim Jack sat in his beat up pickup as he watched the house he had watched practically every night over the past five years. He knew the woman inside the house was alone. He knew her every move. He knew practically everything about her. She was his tormentor, she haunted his dreams. She flaunted her body at work when she walked by his desk without even looking in his direction. Her long flowing brown hair, her deep sea blue eyes that lit up when she laughed. She wasn't beautiful by any means. A bit to plump in the middle for most men, but for him she was perfect. The sound of her laughter would send shivers all over his body. One of her smiles would make him hard for an hour. Of course her smiles were never meant for him. She didn't know he existed. But after tonight she would never forget his name. Natasha clicked off the nightly news. There was nothing new in the world that she wanted to listen to. Her hair hung in waves down her back as she settled down under the comforter. She knew she would sleep well tonight. Her boyfriend Terry had given her pussy a nice ride today after work. Her body was quiet for a change; she should be able to sleep. She snuggled down against the pillow, her eyes closing as she headed off into dreamland. Natasha's eyes flew open when she felt the cold steel of the knife against her throat. She was petrified with fear. She didn't know how someone had broken into her house, she locked all the doors and windows, hadn't she? Then she knew, she had opened the bathroom window to let out the steam from her shower. Now there was a knife at her throat and a raspy voice in her ear. "Make one sound bitch and I will slit your throat from ear to ear. Understand?" She was afraid to move, afraid to breathe. When the knife pressed tighter against her flesh, she slowly nodded. She flinched when hands pushed her shoulders, moving her to her back on the bed. She closed her eyes as the comforter was thrown off her naked body. "Please don't hurt me." she said softly. The voice didn't speak again but the knife left her throat. She breathed a sigh of relief until she felt the side of it brush over her naked breast. She gasped in fear, watching the blade move almost gently over her skin. "Beautiful." The voice said again. She lifted her eyes but all she could see in the moonlight was a tall well built man with a ski mask over his face as he looked at her naked body. "Please." She said again, then cried out when he suddenly shoved his hand between her legs, forcing 3 fingers roughly into her. "Please." She cried again this time in pain as he forced his fingers in and out of her dry hole. "Hm...Don't seem to horny right now do you bitch?" He growled pulling his hand from her body. She lay there in terror as he put the knife between his teeth as he opened his jeans. She cringed when she heard the rasp of his zipper being lowered. Tears ran silently down her cheeks. "Please, don't do this to me." She begged as she watched him strip from his clothes. She wanted to run, she wanted to call the police, but all she did was lay there in terror as he stripped down to his skin then covered her body with his own. He forced her legs apart, while he settled between them. She could feel his hardness pressing against her. She heaved a sob when she felt him slowly penetrate her. "Please...." She cried again when he suddenly forced his way deeply into her body. She let out a scream as she felt her insides being torn away. He held himself buried deep inside her. The knife lay forgotten on the floor by the bed. Jack relished in the feeling of her tightening around him. Oh god she felt so good. Just as good as he had always imagined. True she was a little tight and dry at the moment but he didn't care about that. All he cared about was the fact that he was buried to the hilt inside her. He ripped off his mask as he claimed her mouth with his. His tongue drove between her closed lips as he slowly thrust into her body. Natasha whimpered against his mouth as he brutally raped her. Her juices had started to coat his thrusting cock but the pain was still there. When he forced his mouth on hers, she thought about biting his tongue but remembering the knife she let his tongue invade her. Then suddenly something changed. She couldn't put her finger on it at first. His cock was still slamming into her body. His mouth was still locked on hers. Then it hit her, it was his hands. He was caressing her like a prized doll. His hands moved gently over her skin. When he pinched lightly at the nipple, she actually moaned into his mouth. Then the kiss softened. His mouth became teasing almost lover like until she realized she was answering his kisses with kisses of her own. She was even more surprised when she lifted her hands around his neck, holding him close as her body rocked with his. Even his thrusts inside her didn't hurt anymore. He was still pounding her but it felt good. She loved feeling him sliding inside her. When he moved his mouth from hers she lay beneath him panting as her orgasm washed over her. She couldn't hold back the cry as she flooded him. "Oh Natasha." He cried as he fucked harder into her, burying his cock deep. His hands gripped her breasts, holding them as he slammed himself repeatedly into her body. She was fucking back at him but suddenly lay still when he called out her name. "How do you know my name?" She asked quietly in the darkness. He stopped thrusting into her, just held himself buried in her sweet pussy. "Oh sweetheart. You have haunted my dreams for the past five years. Every morning you pass my desk, the way you moved your body has driven me crazy. Couldn't you give me a smile, or at least a hello?" It hit her then who had broken into her house. He thought she haunted his dreams? Well he had to learn some things. She pulled his head roughly to hers, slamming her tongue into his surprised mouth as she thrust her body wildly against him. He started moving inside her again in self defense as she locked her mouth on his. The sex was strong, powerful. The bed shook with the power of their bodies slamming together in perfect rhythm. Their cries broke the silence as they both found the peak together. When he tried to pull out of her, she tightened on him, until she felt him empty himself into her eager hole. A hole she had wanted him to fill for five years. Her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him as his face rested against her neck. "Oh Jack..." She purred his name sending shivers down his body. He lifted his face to hers. His eyes looked deeply into her own. "I don't understand." She ran her hand over his mustache and beard. "Don't you know how long I have wanted you? Don't you know how many men I have been with because of wanting you?" He shook his head. "I don't understand." She reached over to the nightstand flipping on the lamp. He buried his face against her chest against the sudden light. He resisted a moment when she lifted his face then looked into her eyes again. "Oh Jack. I have loved you since the first time I walked by your desk on the way to my interview. You were hard at work; I don't think you even noticed me." He put a finger against her lips. "Believe me, I noticed." She smiled, kissing his finger. "I never said hello, I never smiled because I wanted you so bad but was convinced you didn't want me." He looked down into her eyes, so full of love and desire. He felt an overwhelming tenderness for her in his chest. "Why baby? Why would you think I wouldn't want you?" She lowered her eyes as if she was ashamed but he urged her until she lifted them again. "I thought you were gay." He looked at her in surprise. "You thought I was what?" She lowered her eyes again. "You and that guy from Accounting were so close together at your desk that I assumed." He thought about who she was talking about. "You mean Mike?" When she nodded he laughed. "Oh honey, Mike is happily married with three kids. When you saw us together like that it was because we were looking at a Victoria Secret catalogue. He wanted to get his wife something special for their anniversary." Her eyes widened although she wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment or the fact that he was suddenly hardening inside her. She loosened her grip on his butt cheeks letting him slide slowly in and out of her as he kissed her softly. "I'm sorry if I scared you...I just didn't know how to get you to look at me. I didn't know how to tell you how much I wanted to be with you." She cupped his face in her hands as she lifted her body against his, taking him deeply inside her. "You could have just said 'hello.'" The End