2 comments/ 98730 views/ 15 favorites Breaking Amy By: CindysBob [This story is a work of fiction and involves themes of incest and non-consensual sex. If you are in any way offended by this type of subject matter, please do not read further. All characters depicted in this story are over eighteen years of age. I do hope you enjoy this particular fantasy.] * I didn't say a word when I saw her outfit, if that term could even be applied to what she was wearing tonight. Charlie and John came into the kitchen behind me—I caught the quick smirk that passed over their faces when they saw her. "Guys go in and get a seat. You know how to work the remote, right?" They both nodded, and I watched them walk out towards the living room. "I thought we talked about this?" I said, glaring at Amy from behind. "What?' she answered smartly, not even turning around to face me. "You know what I'm talkin' about," I said, my voice rising involuntarily. Amy spun to face me. I could read the defiance in her stance, her legs set a little wide, hands thrust to her hips. "I can't help it that you got hang-ups." I got hang-ups, I thought. I got my little girl standing in front of me in a blouse that is maybe two sizes too small and a pair of jeans that were hitched down lower than gravity should allow. I had to break off my stare. "You dress like this, you send the wrong message." "What message?" "Look just go change into something nicer," I said, opening the refrigerator and taking out three Coronas. "I like what I'm wearing." "I'm not here to argue. Just do what I said. That or you can go spend the night in your room." With that I left the kitchen. I could hear the guys laughing at something and just got more pissed off. This deal with Amy and her outfits was going on for a while now, and it was getting into a particularly bad routine on Monday nights like this. I guess I could put it succinctly by saying that I didn't think my daughter should be dressing like a slut, that sometimes I'd find myself getting a hard-on before I realized who it was I was ogling. It had been just her and me for going on ten years now, and these last couple months were a strain on me. And it wasn't just the outfits either. It was the fact that Amy looked good in them, I'm talking real good. She had the same skinny build as her Mom did, the same blond hair with all the curls. And she was a genuinely beautiful girl, very cute, and she'd started filling out. Maybe that was what was bothering me the most. The breasts were still smallish, but she had the ass thing going, the long legs with the muscles so defined. There was that smooth, silky quality about her, that glow that younger girls and women had. The pre-game was on when I came into the room, the TV was a big projector model, one of the first to come out on the market. That was why I'd started inviting the guys over last year. John and Charlie were employees of mine, young guys, early twenties. They'd helped me hook it up, and I'd started asking them over to watch a game, and then it became a routine. And Amy, especially in the last few months, had started her thing. Every Monday night, like clockwork, we'd come in and there she'd be, decked in something too sexy, hanging out to watch the game when she wouldn't otherwise cross the street to see the Super Bowl. I'd gotten to harping on her about it over the last few weeks, telling her she couldn't dress like that around a bunch of guys. I was also getting that distinct vibe that these two guys were getting to like my daughter's company as much or more than the game. I knew they were probably talking about her like men do, but I still kept asking them over. I handed out the beers and got a seat. "Everything okay?" Charlie asked. "No problem." The kickoff went down field and I felt the tension dissipate somewhat. I listened to the guys bitch on a stupid play-call, and let the beer take my edge off. I felt myself relaxing. "Anybody want some chips?" I turned as she spoke, the big bowl of potato chips held out in front of her, and felt my temper rise. She did change, couldn't fault her there. "Anybody want another beer?" I was looking at her ass, a pair of short-shorts with Ohio State emblazoned across her backside, like she'd earned them in the football team's locker room. And the blouse was traded in too. For a hot pink tee that was so tight I couldn't see how she'd gotten it over her bra. "I'll have one," Charlie stammered. "Me too," John said, a croak in his voice. "You, Dad?" I didn't answer, my fingers gripping into the upholstery. She didn't wait for me to decide, and skipped back towards the kitchen—her hair was done up in shaggy pigtails, bouncing off her shoulders as she left the room. I looked at the boys, saw them quickly avert their eyes. I got up off after a minute and followed her out into the kitchen. "I want you to go to your room," I said, watching her pivot to face me. "No." "You know what kind of message you're sending out dressed like that?" She ignored me, and tried to edge around. I stepped in front of her, anger tightening my voice. We'd had a complicated relationship, Amy and I. Close, but still a man lurching about to raise a girl alone. "You know what they call women who dress up like this. Girls who try to get men all worked up?" "Cock tease," she blurted, the defiance suddenly etched across her features. "Yes," I said after a moment, trying to keep things in check "Well, maybe I want to tease 'em." "Go to your room now." "No!" She tried to edge past me, but I blocked her in. "Amy, look..." "Let me go." I'd had her by the shoulders without even knowing it, shaking her. I immediately let go. "You dress like this, you might as well parade out there naked for 'em" "Maybe I will," she said, squirming past me in that instant, looking back over her shoulder, a beer in each hand, those pigtails bouncing off her shoulders. I stood there quite stunned at the anger I was feeling. I could hear her laughter over the television noise, then the guy's chuckles. Looking back, I can say that there was conscious thought in my head, the knowledge that I should just cool down and handle this tomorrow. But I was already striding after her. "Amy just said she wants to show off a little more for you," I heard myself say as I came into the room, roughly taking her by the shoulders and spinning her to face me. "You up for that, guys?" Charlie and John sat there slack-jawed, eyes widened at the nasty little domestic drama playing out before them. "Let me go," she screeched, squirming to escape my grip. "No, you said you wanna show 'em something. Let's show them." I was tugging that pink tee up over her head, not even thinking of what I was doing, tussling with her, then simply getting my fingers in along the collar and ripping the fabric, tearing it down along her spine, stepping back with the shredded rag gripped in my fists. Charlie and John were sitting there in shock, the room was dead still for a second, Amy cringing away from me, too stunned to cry, her arms up instinctually over her pink brassiere. "I'm sorry," I wheezed. "You want to strip me, then finish it," my daughter shrieked, tears flooding her big hazel eyes, suddenly so full of rage, stepping in and slapping me hard across the face. I stepped back and caught her hand before she could strike again. "Come on, you coward, you want your friends to see me, then do it. Or don't you have the guts." I remember grasping the front of her bra—it was one of those with the clasp there—and catching myself. Her tiny chest was heaving , breasts capped with pink lace. The anger was boiling, but I'd have to be honest and say that it was then that I felt that first scalding sexual rush. Even then I still might have stepped back from... "No guts!" I tore though the clasp, throttling down on one of her pigtails, pulling the bra free and flinging it across the room. "You want to be smart, huh? You want to see what you'll fucking get," I shouted spinning her towards the men on the couch, pinning one of her arms to her side, hefting her up by the hair till she was tippy toed. "Give 'em a nice fucking show." I pushed her forward until she was perched right in front of them. "Nice or what?" I shouted, seeing that Charlie and John were cowed by the way this had exploded in front of them. "Wanna give them a little kiss." Amy was whimpering now, too off balance to even struggle much. "Come on, I'm letting you have a taste. You won't get many tastes as fresh as these." I edged her more towards Charlie, bent her in towards him. "Come on, Charlie, you know you want to try them." I saw the change in his expression, the few seconds of hesitancy, and then that final nod to me. He slid forward, jerking as he positioned himself in front of her, looking up into her face before leaning in to kiss her right tit. Her breasts were small, perfectly proportioned little buds. I twisted her shoulder back so I could watch. Her nipples were thick and had hardened, which frankly surprised me. Charlie was still not going after her good, looking up nervously from Amy to me. He was actually trembling a bit as he finally kissed the nipple and took it into his mouth. Amy shuddered at each touch, stiffening as he started sucking, his hands working up along her waist as he switched to the left breast and then back again, caressing that smooth belly, taking her whole tit in his mouth, biting down softly on the nipple. "Come on," I said, looking down at John, pivoting her so that she was facing him, Charlie sticking with her now, still working on her, getting more aggressive by the second. Then John reached out to touch her hair, then the fingers trailing down across her body, stopping at her waist, tracing out the seam of her shorts. "Go ahead, pull 'em down," I said, nodding. My cock was hardened, uncomfortably imprisoned inside my jeans, feeling my girl's butt rubbing against it. "Get her nude. Get everything off." John looked directly in Amy's face as he tugged the shorts downward, letting them slip down around her ankles. He grinned, then laughed, maybe at the fact that she didn't have panties on. "She is so fucking gorgeous," he muttered. I shoved her forward onto the couch, letting her take a hard landing, quickly sandwiched in between the two of them. "Have some fun with her," I said, stepping back and reaching down to click off the television. Amy was still struggling, writhing from their jostling hands and mouths. She flashed a pleading glance at me as I settled awkwardly into my chair. They were literally banging into each other, these guys, until they settled into a wordless rhythm, with Charlie pinning her backwards onto his lap, anchoring her arms to her sides, his face lost in her silky hair. John looked back at me, and then pulled his shirt up over his head. He moved against her quickly, his bare chest to hers, and kissed her on the lips, shifting as she shied away, averting her face, keeping at it till his mouth mounted hers, pressing in hard. I wondered if she opened her mouth for him, if she felt his tongue. John was dominating her now, leaving her mouth, gliding kisses down along her delicate neck, rubbing his body to hers. As her struggling eased, he became more gentle, bringing his mouth down along her small breasts, kissing and sucking them, but softer than Charlie had done, crossing the taut belly, finding that perfect triangle of straw-colored hair, firm as he spread her legs and kissed the inside of her thighs. Amy stiffened markedly as he got his tongue on her, her eyes on me all the time. I could see her breathing quicken, his head lolling as he licked her there, his hands under her ass cheeks, lifting her, Charlie rapt at the sight. Then her eyes clamped; I saw the shimmy in her hips, slight, then more pronounced as John's face pressed into her, angling as his tongue found new spots. Her stomach muscles were quivering now, her head lolling back against Charlie who was intently gnawing at her neck, his hands roughly cupping her small tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples. And then she was coming, her spine arching, her pelvis bucking against John's face, the cords of her neck straining, then the moan, deep and guttural, starting low in her chest. She reached orgasm in a vicious spasm, thrashing against the guys, the moan bitten off as she clamped her mouth shut, then a shriek that made me flinch in my chair. My daughter sagged against Charlie, eyes shut tight, her mouth moving, muttering something soundless. I looked at her there, my daughter, stripped by my own hand. I wondered if she'd ever had an orgasm before, if she'd ever touched herself. John stood up and looked back at me, his mouth glistening wetness. He touched his belt buckle, as if asking my permission. I found myself nodding without any sort of thought. John bent to touch her cheek, keeping his hand there until she opened her slowly eyes. Then he stepped back and undid his pants, pulling them and his shorts down in one motion, his cock springing free, hard and straight. Again that cringing from Amy, Charlie laughing at it as he took firm grip on a blond pigtail and pushed her forward, framing her lovely face in front of his pal's hard-on. "Okay, baby. Show me what you can do with a cock," John said, rubbing the coarse head along her lips, lifting her chin when she tried to duck away. "You're just getting what you were asking for all these weeks. You looked so fucking good too. I'd have to jerk off every night I'd go home from here. Not tonight though, right. Now, come on and suck it." He grabbed her other pigtail and gave it a nasty yank. "I said suck it, you little fucking whore!" Amy closed her eyes as she opened her mouth and John pushed his engorged cock right in, gripping the back of her head, pushing deeper, making her retch, backing off, then pressing again, stepping back so she came off the couch, drawn down to her knees. He pumped himself furiously, my daughter's mouth stretched wide, looking up at him now as he quickened his pace. Charlie was stripping behind her then, shirt, then his pants and shorts, his cock not as big as John's, getting on his knees behind her, running his hands along her body, his erection pressed against the pale curves of her rump. "I'm gonna come," John suddenly blurted. I could see the tightening in his thighs, his features contorting. And then he was bucking his hips, ejaculating in her mouth, grunting loudly. "Fucking little slut. Fucking...ohh, ughh..." He held there for a second and then pulled out, Amy gagging on his semen, thick gobs of it running down her chin and over her tits as she tried to spit it all out. "That was so fucking good," he whispered, looking quickly at me, and then away. "Back here," Charlie was saying roughly pulling Amy back to the couch, smirking at the way John's sperm had marked her. He thrust her legs back, waving a condom in her face. "You know what this is, baby?" "No," I said, rising a little in my chair. "What?" "I said no." "Come on, what the hell?" Charlie was pissed. He still had the rubber in his hand, Amy's legs bent helplessly back. "No." "Just make her blow you, man," John said, sounding spent. "Go down on that box a bit." "No fuck that shit, I wanna fuck her." I shook my head, meeting his gaze. "Charlie, just take that mouth man," John went on. "It's fucking sweet. I think we're probably the first in there." He waited there for a moment, staring me down. Then he angrily tossed the rubber on the floor. "Blow jobs better anyway." With that Amy got forced back down to her knees. She looked at me as he put his cock to her lips, then closed her eyes as he pushed his way in. He was rougher than John, rougher and faster. He fucked her mouth in a frenzy of thrusts, and wasn't going more than a minute before he started to stiffen. "Fuck..." He looked back at me, as if to make sure I was watching. ...I was. "Ughhh...ugh..." Charlie pulled out just as he started spurting, jacking himself, sperm flaying wildly across her face, in her hair, thick rivulets dripping down across her throat and breasts. After a moment he eased her back until she was sitting next to the couch. "I don't believe this shit," he said, more to himself that to us, his erection already flagging. He was catching his breath, looking up sheepishly at Amy who seemed almost in shock, absently touching her streaked face and pulling a string of crawly semen from her skin "We better go," John said. "We can stay a while," Charlie countered, no doubt wanting another go at my daughter, or just being too addled to think clearly. That or maybe he just wanted to get back to the game. "You okay?" John said, ignoring his pal and speaking to me. I shrugged vacantly. "I think we should maybe go," he repeated, nervous now, this being uncharted territory for anyone. "Yeah." It was all I could think to say. Amy was still touching their semen which was already drying a milky white. She was sobbing softly, hiding her face. She didn't look up as the guys silently got dressed. I sat in my chair as they nodded goodbye. John reached down to touch her head, but she shrank from him. I sat there as I heard them go, the door shutting, John's car starting and then backing down the driveway. "Let's clean you up," I whispered after maybe five minutes had past. I came up to her and gingerly tucked an afghan over her bare shoulders. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she wept as I lifted her up. "No, I'm sorry," I whispered back, covering her nakedness as best I could. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..." "Shhh..." I was leading her back towards the bathroom, feeling her legs giving beneath her, making her sit on the toilet seat as I turned on the shower. The two of them had covered her with sperm, marked her in a way she'd never forget. Amy was sobbing softly, the afghan dropping off her shoulders, leaving her bared as she sat there, so completely helpless. "You'll hate me," she wept. "I'll never hate you, I'm so sorry..." "You'll never love me again. You'll never..." I was on my knees then, hugging her, letting her slide off the toilet so that we were both on the bathroom floor, our arms wrapped around each other, both of us crying, asking for forgiveness, holding each other so tight. And then I was looking into her eyes. She brought her lips to mine, I pulled back. My daughter broke, rubbing at her face with her hand, as if the drying come was the reason I rejected her. "No," I said, shaking my head. "I'm so sorry, I am..." I pulled her to me, touched my lips softly to hers, a furtive brush, then pressing upon each other, opening our mouths, suddenly kissing with a passion I'd almost forgotten existed and my baby had never known. Her skin was on fire to me now, her thin frame surging against me as we kissed hungrily, her tongue doing a first hesitant probe, then moving confidently, swirling against my own. Her nipples were peaked. I kissed one then the other, tasting the salt of her skin—and probably the dried come of Charlie or John. I didn't care. I eased her back onto the tile floor, her body electric under my fingers. I kissed my way down her stomach, her hips arching even before I got to her pussy. I looked up into her eyes; she was hiked up on her elbows watching me, anticipating the touch. I drew my tongue across her, probing the delicate petals of her sex, probing her, finding that sweet little bud. I felt the flinch, the strangled sound she made. I had my tongue on it, swirling, flicking. My girl started coming within seconds, convulsing wildly with each ministration, coming off in waves, bucking wildly against my mouth. Amy tried to push me off. I gripped her hips tightly. Her clitoris swelling as I sucked it, that moist whooshing sound from deep within her vagina. Beyond words, grinding on my face, that animal-like shriek as she hit that final orgasm. Breaking Amy She was flat against the floor, an arm draped over her eyes, her breath ragged. I slid up alongside her, kissing her on the cheek, then again lower, along her jaw. I let my eyes trail down her torso; she had a lovely young body. She rolled to me, coming into my arms. Her eyes were reddened, goose bumps on her satiny flesh. I knew what I wanted, but couldn't say it. Then I felt her hand brush my crotch. "Baby, we..." "You can use the thing he had," she spoke, the words not registering immediately in my head. "The thing Charlie wanted to..." I put a finger to her lips, shushing her. "Amy, we..." "You can. ...I want you to." Her lips came to mine again, gentle, then probing. I kissed my daughter back knowing there was no going back from this anyway. "Let's go in my room," I said finally, getting up off the cold tile and taking her hand to help her up. Amy's legs almost went again and I had to hold her for a moment. Then she was okay, stepping back from me, letting me take in nakedness. She stepped back and, with a look over her shoulder, disappeared into my bedroom. She was sitting on the edge of my bed when I came in, the ponytails undone, her hair spilling loosely across her shoulders; she looked frightened, but she stood as I came up to her, cupping her breasts protectively, as if a chill had gone through her. I laid the condom on the night stand, having ripped the foil with my teeth as soon as I'd picked it up. I touched her cheek and pulled her hands away from her breasts. She came to me as if it were the most natural thing in the world, lifting my shirt, pausing as if to ask if it was alright before lifting it up over my head. Her body felt incredible next to my bare chest, those pert nipples mashed to my flesh. I took her hand and brought it down to my belt. "Pull down my pants." Amy stepped back and awkwardly worked the buckle and then drew down the zipper. I put a hand atop her shoulder and gave the slightest pressure, enough to tell her to drop to her knees as she struggled to pull my pants down along my legs. Then my boxers, already tented with my erection. She gripped the bottom seam and pulled then down, freeing me, my hardened cock bouncing before her face. "What should I do now," she half stammered. I took her hand and put in on my shaft. She'd painted her nails a soft pink; she was wearing the opal birthstone I'd bought her two years before. She squeezed me softly, looking up at my face, then slowly, started to stoke it. I felt myself nodding, smiling. She bent forward and kissed the thick bulbous head. "Up here," I said, taking her by the hand, edging her back onto the mattress, grabbing the condom as I knelt close alongside her. She was staring as I put it on, unfurling it down the length of my penis. Then I was kneeling between her legs, touching her hips, gripping them. "Will it hurt?" My daughter was scared, I could see it. I lowered myself on top of her, my face close to hers. "Will it?" "Maybe." I reached down and positioned my cock against her vulva. "I don't care," she whispered hoarsely at my ear. Neither do I, I thought darkly. And I pushed in, just a bit, hearing her gasp at the entry. Then another inch, then Amy, with a quick thrust of her pelvis, brought me all the way home, in as far as I could penetrate, a raspy breath hitched in her throat. "Are you okay?" She waited a second and nodded, then managed a distressed smiled. I drew out, and then slowly went back in, easy at first, getting a rhythm, quickening. I knew I couldn't hold out for long, no way. I was fucking her really hard then, feeling my daughter's legs wrap around me, grabbing her slender hips and anchoring her to take the full brunt of each thrust, driving my cock into her body over and over again... And then I went; a ripping orgasm, a climax so intense and prolonged that I found myself keening. I was gasping for air when I got my senses back, sweat soaking our bodies, Amy's legs still scissoring me, as if to wrench every last bit of energy out of it. I'd just fucked my own daughter, my only child. I'd come in her—well not really, not if the Trojan corporation made a dependable product. I rolled off her and covered my face, not knowing what to say. Then I heard the soft giggle. I looked down and saw Amy prodding the sperm-bulged rubber, her finger tracing it, squishing the cloudy semen around like it was some new toy. "Are you okay?" It was all I could think to say. She gave me a small nod, the embarrassment evident on her face. "You have a lot of it," she said after another moment, still preoccupied with my copious ejaculate, maybe thinking, as I was, that this was where she'd had her own inception; that her existence had indeed sprung from this penis. I leaned in and kissed my girl, then took her tightly in my arms, holding her there, afraid to let go. Epilogue I look back on this story from nearly a quarter century. Yeah, that long. I'm not sure why I tell it to you today, other than some prurient bent in my nature. I guess I should start by saying that I never touched my daughter in a sexual way again. Of course that would be a fabrication in the extreme. I should also tell you that this one night wrecked our familial love forever, but this too would be off the mark. I won't tell you that it hasn't been complicated, as it has. Charlie, my erstwhile employee, had of course wanted to come over the very next Monday for some NFL action, and hadn't taken it to well when I said football night was probably off the table for some time to come. He was not happy about that obviously and left my employ after a few weeks. I wasn't too worried about his mouth either, as he had an attractive young wife at home. He'd probably stay shut up, I remember thinking, a prediction that was to prove unnervingly correct. Charlie got killed in a car wreck less than a year after that night. He might've been a pain in the ass, but overall he was a good guy. He didn't deserve to go out young like that. John was a lot more succinct, not talking about that evening, not asking if we were on for the next Monday. He was a good man, a man you could trust. He still lives close by; a nice wife and a couple kids. I helped him get his start in the business and we are what I'd call pretty good friends—at least as good a friend you could be with someone who you've witnessed pumping a big juicy load into your daughter's virgin mouth. We have never once referred to that night, and I know we never will. For three days after that evening, I couldn't get myself to really talk to Amy, unable to even look her in the eye. I was consumed with guilt, convinced I'd destroyed both our lives, ashamed that I couldn't dampen this lust that was increasingly wracking my psyche. They were the three longest days in my life; three days and three long, interminable nights. My daughter saved me. She came to me on that last evening, after midnight, standing alongside my bed in a simple nightgown, the hall light casting a halo about her. "Hi," that weak, sweet voice. I couldn't answer. "Don't feel bad about what happened." "I should've..." "I love you, Dad." Amy stepped closer and lifted the nightgown over her head, absently dropping it to the floor. I felt the bed give as she carefully climbed atop me, my face curtained with soft hair as she bent to kiss me. "I want you to make love to me again," she said. "Do you have a thing?" I'd bought three packs of condoms over these past three days, tossing each out the window before I'd get home. I'd gone out and gotten another three-pack before I came home tonight, shamed as I'd hidden it in the nightstand drawer. "Yeah," I nodded. Amy clucked and kissed me again. I reached up and took a grip on her slim, muscular thighs, guiding her up until she was perfectly straddled over my face, her hands finding purchase on the headboard as I pulled her pelvis to me, her cunt sodden and warm as she ground her full weight down onto my mouth. I still see every detail after all these years. I made love to my little girl that night and on so many nights thereafter. If I'm judged, so be it. The years have gone past and things have changed. It must seem strange to hear me say that I heard about each of my daughter's boyfriends as we lay in my bed—and yes, I did get off on each and every dirty detail. The only rocky spot I'd ever acknowledge between us was during the span of her first marriage; her husband a guy I just couldn't stand. Could not stand him, and couldn't get past the way Amy arbitrarily decided to cut off our physical relationship. I could understand where she was coming from; I just couldn't get past it emotionally, and not just on the sex side of things. The closeness between us was replaced by distance, as if she didn't trust herself to control her own desires. For nearly two years my girl would go out of her way to avoid being with me alone Two years, and then one day it was over. I won't get into the messy details, but suffice it to say one afternoon I got a call; Amy asking if she could move back in for awhile, maybe go back to school. It was something she didn't even have to ask. She'd always have a home here. She moved her things in and I've got to be honest and say absolutely nothing happened. She went back for her masters and saw the divorce through. We'd eat dinner almost every night, hang out, but never once did we talk about where we'd been physically. We got to be friends again, real friends, maybe closer than we'd ever been. I never made a pass; she never gave any indication that she wanted one. Seven months like that. Then one night she again came to my bed again, standing there naked, changed in the years since we'd last been together. She was more of a woman now, still beautiful, but different, fuller of figure, a face etched with experience. "Want some company?" she said, a playful smile, her newly short hair bringing out the highlights of her face. It was a good face, closer to her Mom's face. It was the best time in my life sexually; for her too, I think. For nearly three years Amy shared my bed as a lover would, the two of us often laying there together in the dark, spent from fucking, loving each other with a passion I can't really relate. It was a time when we had time, money coming in, traveling during her summer breaks, a father and daughter seeing the world, no one guessing at the fact that I'd ridden her pretty face into the pillow the night before or that she'd greedily swallowed my load in the shower that morning. It was the best, and it was I who ended it, or at least altered it. I told my girl that she needed to see other guys—and not just so she could tell me how she'd sucked off her boyfriend that night, though I'm telling you each and every tale was better than anything you could read on the internet—but, because I knew she needed to have a life, a real life. A man who loved her, kids. I handled it right, and she knew it wasn't a rejection on my part. It was the most elemental act of love I was capable of. Twelve years ago my daughter was married. Ed is a terrific guy, smart, attractive. Weirdly, he was someone I knew professionally, and had set her up with; a blind date and then a big church wedding less than a year later. And I'd told her up front that however she wanted to handle this thing with "us" was okay with me. I told her to think it out after they'd gotten engaged. Take your time... My lovely daughter spent the night before her wedding in my bed, riding my cock with carnal abandon. It sort of told me that I wouldn't be out in the cold after the honeymoon. One of my few regrets is that I didn't ask her to model her wedding dress for me that night, to wear the veil as she galloped atop my shaft. I know that probably sounds particularly twisted, but I know for certain that she would've done it if I'd asked. Anyway, twelve years and we still do it. I hope that I don't imply that Ed is some kind of slouch in the sex department, as he keeps her, by her own admission, well lubed. She's had two boys since then, and yes, I've fucked her throughout both pregnancies, suckling her newly heavy breasts, tasting the sweet, warm milk, caressing that shockingly big belly. And so that you're not left wondering, I'd always use a rubber when she was planning on getting with child. The kids look like Ed spit 'em out; maybe their toes look like mine. Last year we spent three days alone—traveling to Florida for her aunt's funeral, booking adjoining rooms at the Hilton, the connecting door open the whole time. It was like old times as you can well imagine; waking up to a blow job, humping recklessly in the shower, my sweet baby girl offering her ass to me, which was something we'd only done once before. Sounds morbid, I know, but I'm paying a lot of attention to the health of our relatives these days. I hope you've enjoyed my sharing this, as I've enjoyed telling it. It is early morning now, a Wednesday. I'm expecting Amy at noon or a little before. And to think it all started with my stripping her raw and letting her be used by those two guys. Stranger that fucking hell, isn't it. Anyway, I felt it was important for you to know how it all worked out. I'm just one happy SOB, living in the damn pink here. And Amy...she never dressed like a cheap slut again, let me assure you of that. We're discreet in the extreme these days—Amy usually stops by my house for lunch once or twice a week. Ed knows she's coming by to see me—but certainly not to be my incestuous bedmate—and sometimes he'll even phone her here. Our usual play these days is to move directly into my bedroom, not saying anything, undressing in front of each other and just coming together. That body that sprang from my own genes is still the most erotic sight I've ever seen. Breaking and Collaring "my Master is my rock, life, happiness, pain, sorrow, soul; He makes my world spin and my spirit calm.. He makes me everything i am and everything i will be. You Master are everything to me. The apple of my eye, till i draw my last breath i will love cherish adore admire obey honor trust have faith in You. i will always be honest even if it hurts i will always be loyal and faithful and swear on my life my blood to give You all of me.. To serve You as best i can to please You any time i get a chance. For Us Master FOREVER IS MORE THAN JUST A WORD." It's been several months since you have sent these words to Me. Me, your Master, your protector, your love, your life. I have spent these past few months training you, teasing you, loving you and truly making you mine. Training has been a little slower than anticipated, but has been going well nevertheless. You have dedicated yourself to My pleasure, to My happiness and to our lives together. Tonight seems as though it has been it has been a life time coming. Every moment, every touch, every reaction. I couldn't be happier with tonight, with the past few months and everything you have accomplished. Right now you are sleeping, getting much needed rest after this past week. This week has been very trying but has left us bound together without a moments doubt, from now until forever. You look so amazing laying there sleeping, your gorgeous body still glistening from these past few hours, your nipples still erect and your hand and still resting on your well earned collar. It appears you are very pleased as you sleep with a smile on your angelic face. This night was the end to your final week of training, but you had no idea this was your final week. We came up to this beautiful cabin in the middle of nowhere and you thought it was just to spend more time together. I have been very busy with My businesses and haven't been able to spend as much time with My submissive as I would have liked. Mmmm, My submissive, My baby girl, My pet, My Goddess, My love. We came up a week ago, and once here, I told you this may be a tough week for you as I intended to break you of your bad habits this week. Though you have been such a good girl, your stubbornness has been overlooked for far too long. you have remembered to wake Me every morning by sucking My cock slowly, wrapping your lips firmly around Me, pushing your mouth down, then licking your way back up, grabbing My cock firmly while running your tongue around the tip, licking your way down before pressing your tongue firmly again My shaft and licking your way back up. Licking slowly up and down, then pushing your way all the way down My hard cock, pressing the tip to the back of your throat and licking My balls while My cock is deep in your mouth. We have had a great deal of passionate making love, a lot of great sex and a several nights of animalistic fucking. Every day you have been trained, and you have done very well. As your Master, I couldn't be more proud of you than I am right now. you have really proven yourself this week. When we first arrived, you hurriedly went to work unpacking everything to where it went as Master showered. When I came into the room I told you to suck Me until I filled your mouth with every drop of My sweet cum, a treat you love to have. Half way through you sucking Me, I guided you to the bed, laid you down with your head hanging off the side. With your hungry mouth open and waiting, your tongue circled the tip of My cock before I slide deep into your mouth again. With slow and steady thrusting, it took no time at all to be all the way between your sweet lips. I leaned down while My thrusting became quicker and began playing with My pussy. you were already dripping between your legs and your thighs glistened with proof of your need to cum. While I rubbed My clit you sucked harder, working for your reward. I held back until you were seconds from cumming then stopped rubbing My pussy as My cock erupted in your mouth and you drank every drop that I gave you. I told you to suck Me completely clean before getting ready. you were to shower and dress in your submissive outfit. For this week you would utilize all of your sexiest outfits, your sexiest shoes and nothing else. When you were allowed to dress, you would wear exactly what I would pick out for you, but you were to always wear heels of some sort, whether it was high heels, boots or stilettos. The week was almost typical for your training. Every morning you woke to sucking My cock, every time you were in the shower or bath you were to complete the 3 tiers 4 times and I was closely watching your every reaction to My commands. I allowed you to cum the first few nights, the most our first night at the cabin. I made sure you came as much as you could, even going as far as licking My pussy for 2 hours straight, making sure to savor every drop of your sweet cum. When our 3rd day arrived, after waking your Master with sucking My cock, I ordered you to ride Me. Right before I came, without allowing you to cum, I pulled you off, pulled your face down and finished in your mouth, cumming hard as you pushed your mouth all the way down. I then spend the rest of the day teasing you at every turn, including having you shower three times just so you would have to tease yourself. That night I told you that you were to swallow My cum twice before sleeping. This first time took a little while, but did not come close to comparing to the length of time it took to earn the second treat. you appeared frustrated at the fact that you were not allowed to cum before falling asleep, lying in each other's arms. The next morning started off with our normal routine, but I had an evil day planned for you. Not only had I asked you to recite the rules randomly throughout the week, but this morning I had you tell Me your top 5 rules while I played with you, My pussy dripping all over My hand. My hand would move faster with every rule you told Me, rubbing My g-pot and clit at the same time. Once you had told Me all 5 I told you to then suck My cum from My cock like a good girl. After your morning shower, I brought you into our room. Laid before you on the bed was your attire for the day. A pair of vibrating panties, fishnet stockings, your favorite pair of hooker boots, nipple clamps and a hair tie. While you laced up your boots, I pulled your hair up to the top of your head and pulled it into a pony tail. I stood you before Me, had you put your feet into the panties, pulling them up your soft thighs, positioning the vibrating to rest against My clit. I suckled your nipples one at a time, placing a clamp on each on once they were nice a hard. After the clips were in place, I ran the attaching chain down to the ring on the front of your panties where the vibrator laid waiting to be turned on. I looked deep into your eyes as I stood up in front of you. I told you that today was going to be your most trying day yet. Master knows that you haven't been able to cum, and today would be no different. Today, Master controls your teasing. Today, you will be at your Master's mercy. I smiled wickedly as I could see in your eyes that you were not looking forward to the day. I leaned you over the bed, slapped your bare ass cheeks firmly 4 times each, one at a time. With each slap, you responded correctly "Thank You, Master". I sent you into the kitchen to make breakfast with one final playful slap to your beautiful rosy ass. Randomly throughout the day I would turn on the vibrator pressed against My clit, send shivers through your body and vibrations up to your nipples. By midday I saw how wet your thighs were from all the teasing without being able to cum. I asked you if you wanted to cum, and you replied "Yes, Master. Please may i cum?" I offered you to cum, but only if you could suck My cock and make Me cum within one minute. you this would be impossible since as the three months had gone by, I was lasting longer and longer. Nevertheless, you needed to cum so badly that you quickly dropped between My legs and sucked My cock for everything you had. your eyes swelled up with pride as My cock filled your mouth with shot after shot of My cum, covering your tongue before you swallowed. your heart sank as I told you that it took you two minutes to make Me cum, so you would have to wait. The rest of the day was so hard for Master. I knew what I had to do to break you, to completely own you, but it almost tore Me apart to put you, My baby girl, through something so tough. As you began to pout even more, I teased you worse. As you attempted to rebel, I would take you into the room, bend you over the bed and spank your bare ass until you swore to straighten up. All through dinner, I was almost cruel. I turned on your panties and let them run until we finished eating. I stopped it long enough for you to clean up, but then turn in right back on while having you kneel in front of Me. I told you that I would gladly turn it off if you could recite every single rule to your Master. It took you an hour, but you fought the urge to cum and struggled through the teasing to remember every rule. I lifted your head with My hand on your cheek and told you how proud I was of you, My pet. That night, I had you suck Me until you swallowed every drop of My first orgasm then suck Me to full hardness again. Once I was completely hard, I had you ride Me, not allowing you to cum and when you began to whimper, I rolled you over, placed your legs on My shoulders and slid My cock into your ass without taking My time. With how wet My pussy was and made My cock, I slid in your ass without any hesitation. I took you, took what I wanted and drilled your ass hard. Just before I came, I place one hand on your throat and lightly tugged on your nipple clamp chain with My other hand. I could tell how badly you needed to cum, how on fire your entire body was and I saw you fighting your own pleasure as My pussy began leaking more than ever. I stay awake long enough to make sure you fell asleep first without cumming. When I pressed My body to yours, I instantly got wet from your legs. I smiled as I drifted off to sleep. The next morning was your last morning in training, but you had not one idea of Master's plan. I woke you by sliding My cock into My pussy, grabbing your hips and taking what is Mine. As you woke, I told you that you are Mine, that you belong to Me and asked you to tell Me your role with your Master. Like a very good girl, you remembered The Rules: "i am Master's submissive. i belong to my Master as His lover, friend, submissive, partner, and property. i will serve, obey and please my Master as He desires. By submitting to Him, i understand that His pleasure and happiness are my only desire." Upon hearing these words from you, I came hard. As the first shot went deep in My pussy, you begged to be able to cum. I told you no, you may not cum as My cock shot its final shot inside you. This was what I was waiting for. you became very irritated and stomped off. I followed you quickly. I asked what was wrong and you turned to your Master. The words that followed were very hard to hear but expected after such teasing. "Fuck you, and fuck the rules. i don't want to do this anymore since You only think of Yourself." Without a moments hesitation, I grabbed your wrist and half way walked you, half way dragged you into a room in the cabin that you had not yet been in. I unlocked the door and partially hurled you into the room. As I closed the door behind us, your eyes looked around. I spoke firmly but calmly. I told you that you belong to Me, that I am your Master and I will not tolerate you speaking to Me in such ways. I grabbed you by your hair, pulled you over to the bondage rack. As I held you to it, I began strapping you in. As you were restrained, I told you that you would be broken today. Once your hands, hips and ankles were firmly strapped in, I looked into your eyes, told you that I love you beyond any words that could be spoken. Though I love you that much, first and foremost you ARE My submissive. Today will be your day to be broken, to completely give up any idea that you are a Dominate and to fully understand your role with your Master. With your hand bound above your head, a leather strap tightly around your hips and your ankles spread apart, your body was Mine to use against you. At My disposal was two floggers, a wooden paddle, a blind fold, a ball gag, three different sized vibrators with a strap on harness. The one thing you weren't able to see was the one thing I had in My hand. I moved behind you and spanked your ass until I hand stung. With each slap your ass began to glow redder and you began to plead for Me to stop. I whispered in your ear that today was Mine, to break you, to completely own you. As My hand rested on your tummy, I kissed your cheek and told you that your Master loves you, but Master knows best. With a single tear running down your cheek, I went to work. I slide what I had in My other hand between your ass cheeks. you felt the tip of something pressing against your ass, and before you could speak it slide inside you, stretching it's way inside then your ass firmly tightened around it's base. The day was filled with you being teased, tortured and not cumming at all. I strapped the harness on you, but in reverse, so that the first vibrator was kept inside your pussy. I started with small amounts of time at first, leaving it on for 1 minute at a time. As the day progressed, the vibrators got switched out, first the smallest, then the middle sized one finishing with the largest one deep inside you. Once the biggest on was firmly in place, I blindfolded you and asked you a series of questions. "Who is your Master?" "Who decides when you get to cum?" "And why do I get to decide when you get to cum?" "Who owns you?" "Who's pussy is this?" With every question, I would flog various parts of your body, not hard, but enough for you to know you had been struck. When you hesitated to answer, I would swing the paddle with enough force that when it struck your bare ass it sent a jolt through your body straight to My pussy. After answering correctly I would turn the vibrator on for 30 seconds. I came close to you so that could feel My body against yours and whispered in your ear "That's My good girl. Now, don't cum, Master will return." I turned the vibrator in My pussy on the lowest setting and left the room. It seemed like an eternity to you before you heard the door open and close again. I told you how proud I was that you were able to hold your tongue. I was proud to have you as My submissive and honored to love such a perfect woman. I asked you if you wanted to be released. you replied "If that would please my Master." I told you I wanted to hear you tell Me all of the rules. Every one. With every hesitation you would be paddled. With every correct answer you would receive pleasure. My hands traced your body, caressing your breasts, running down your Goddess like body, tapping on the vibrator deep inside you. "Now begin, baby girl." "i willingly and lovingly submit to the will of my Master and i am forever bound to Him. i accept His authority over me for my purpose is to serve, obey and please my Master. i will be managed, disciplined and controlled in a manner beneficial to my training and long-term service to Him." you went on the with every rule, without one hesitation. With every rule, Master filled with more pride and smiled bigger and bigger. Little did you know that My cock was growing harder and harder with each rule. "I completely give myself to my Master. Master may also add rules or stipulations as He so desires to help in my growth to better serve Him." As you finished the rules through the frustration of being teased and not cumming in 3 days, I told you how proud Master was of you. I turned off the vibrator and asked you "Do you still want to give up being My submissive?" "No, Master." I removed the toy from My pussy. "Do you still feel as though I am being selfish, or do you feel as though I expect you to make Me completely happy?" "i am too make you completely happy, Master, and my purpose is to completely serve You." I untied you and helped you down, walking you over to a soft surface to sit on. I guided you down to sit and asked "How long will you serve Me?" "Ever moment i have an opportunity to do so, Master, everyday, always and forever." I took a step back, waited a moment and told you to remove your blindfold. It took your eyes a moment to adjust to the light, but when your sight returned you saw your Master on one knee in front of you with a red velvet box in My hands. I opened it and inside was your collar. your eyes began to tear up as I removed your collar from the box. I told you "Master is very proud of you, baby girl. I am so happy that you are Mine, My submissive, My love, My life. I am very proud to present you with this collar and would be honored to put it on you, forever binding us together in love, honor, obedience, and happiness." you simply nodded yes. After your collar was on, I gently removed the plug from your ass, scooped you into My arms and carried you into the bathroom where a hot bath was waiting for you. I gently put you into the water and took My time bathing you, gently washing every inch of your perfect body, carefully shaving your legs and trimming around My pussy. After your bath, I helped you out of the tub, patted the water from your body with a towel then carried you into the bedroom. Candles were burning, putting the smell of apples and cinnamon in the air. The bed was covered in rose petals and the room was perfectly warm. I laid you back on the bed, kissed your lips and told you How much you mean to Me, how much I adore you, cherish you and how in love with you that your Master is. I kissed My way down your body, suckling your breasts, caressing and nibbling as I went. I gently opened your soft legs, wrapped My arms underneath, around your hips and locking My fingers together over your pelvis. I spent hours licking My pussy, caressing My clit with My tongue, sliding My tongue inside you and working you up to cumming. Within minutes you spoke "i'm close to cumming, Master." I responded "Tonight, you don't need to asked permission to cum, baby girl. you have earned every pleasure you will have tonight. Just tell Me when you are cumming, My love." you barely got out "Yes, Master." before I dove back in, licking and sucking away at My clit. When you first came, you squirted all over My tongue while repeating "i'm cumming, i'm cumming, i'm cumming, Master!" This went on for hours, similar to our first night, but tonight was like no other. Tonight you were broken. Tonight, you earned your collar. Tonight you are wearing your collar. And tonight you came non stop, with everything cumming for a good 20 minutes. After your entire body was twitching, I moved up and slid inside you, making love to you slowly. your arms locked around My neck, your legs hooked around Mine, My cock pushing it's way deep inside you, right where it belongs. Our bodies melted together, our souls became on, our hearted beat in unison and we spoke in truths of our love for each other without speaking a word. With our last few moments making love, your body was shaking, My pussy contracted around My cock and we both came together. Mind numbing, body quivering, heart racing orgasms swept over us, Me filling you deep with My cum, and with every shot, you came harder. I laid with you in My arms, holding you tightly close feeling your heartbeat. you spoke softly of your love for Me, your Master, your world. you were kissing My hand as you drifted off to sleep. Now I look across the room at you sleeping so well. I had been fighting the urge to wake you, but I knew you needed rest. you are beginning to stir right now, so I have to wrap this up. There's a perfect girl that needs her Master just as much as He needs His submissive. I am going to go wake you up with you in My arms and softly kissing your lips to hear you say "Master!" in the way that I will cherish until My last breath and until My last heart beat. Then I will make love to you again. Breaking and Entering I had been watching the building for a few weeks now. It’s a big gray building with no decorations, gated underground parking, and a too-small lot that surrounds the back. Five stories tall, it’s taller than anything for a mile, but its drab look, like a cinderblock with tinted windows, makes it almost invisible. If you asked anybody they’d say they never even noticed it. But I noticed it. I was waiting for a bus a couple of weeks ago when I saw the truck pull up around back, and two big bored looking guys started pulling out some of the finest computers and electronics I’d ever seen. I moved to the lobby doors to smoke a cigarette and saw them lugging the stuff up the staircase. Stubbing out my cig, I walked in and looked at the stairwell door. Never locks. Good. I got in the elevator and hit each of the buttons. First floor, nothing. Second, the same. Third was empty too. When the doors opened on the fourth floor, I saw the guys bringing stuff into the double-doors of the office right next to the elevator. Cool. Suite 400. I jabbed the button for the lobby and when I got out I checked the directory. Suite 400... Securities and Finance, Inc. Good. I’ve been in the business of dealing in stolen goods for awhile now, and this looked like the Mother Lode. I looked around the Lobby slowly, nope. Not a security camera in sight. Then I noticed the keypads outside the front and rear entrance doors. Shit. Oh well, I figured, I’d just have to see how they worked is all. I went out and caught the bus. On the way home, I planned how I would do it. First, I borrowed my buddy’s car and drove over to the building at 5:00AM. I parked in the little lot next to one of the three cars there. At 5:45 a car pulled in and a giant black dude got out. He was dressed nice, but was no executive. I watched him punch in a code and walk into the building. No lights came on in any of the offices on the two sides of the building I could see from my spot, so there was an even chance he was going to Suite 400. About 20 minutes later, two women left, each heading for cars at different ends of the lot. The one heading for me didn’t see me in the darkness. Man, she was fine! Unlike the dude who went in, she wasn’t dressed for business. She had short hair, probably dark brown or red, a cute if not pretty face, and she walked easy, with no fear. She was wearing a long tank top with little shoulder straps, that barely held in her large tits, and it was short enough to show off the navel piercing on her slightly flabby tummy. Her low-rise jeans were bell-bottoms, and she was wearing sandals. A little flab, but overall a nice little package. She got into the car parked next to mine and drove off without a care. The other girl had short blonde hair and big tits, but she must have weighed like 200 on a 5’ body. She drove off without seeing me too. By 6:30, cars started coming in and I couldn’t keep track of the people coming and going, so I left. I drove to a nearby Denny’s where I left the car and walked back. Across the street and down the block a bit there was an abandoned gas station with a chainlink fence around it. I noticed a couple of homeless guys hanging out inside the fence, by the old garage building. I found the break in the fence and went over to the garage. It had a perfect view of the building, especially the two sides I couldn’t see before. I went to the homeless guys and let them know a group of gentlemen would be taking over the building and that their presence was no longer desired. After a little more discussion, they saw the light and left. Worked good, never saw any homeless near there again. I headed back to Denny’s and had breakfast before heading home. Over the next two weeks I spent every night at that gas station, watching the windows of the fourth floor. The lights never went off and every night she worked the redhead (yes, it was dyed dark red) with the big tits would open the blinds at 11:00. After two weeks I was secure in the knowledge that those two girls were all alone in that office, and after midnight they didn’t seem too busy. I would see them walking around, drinking coffee and talking, laughing. Every once in a while they would jump and one would run for a phone call, but they seemed pretty lax. The next step was the easiest. I parked in the back lot in my buddy’s car again and watched through binoculars when the black dude showed again. He punched in the code, #4572. Then just pull the old door right open. Cool. The next night I parked at Denny’s and had coffee until midnight. Then I strolled over to the building, went around back, and punched in the code. The door opened without a problem. I walked to the stairs and opened the door. It was empty and quiet. I went up to the fourth floor, opened the door quietly, and peeked out into the empty hallway. I sneaked over to the double doors and quietly tried to open them. Locked of course. I went down the hall to the bathrooms and found both of those locked too, so I went back to the stairs and waited with the door open just enough to hear clearly. At about 2:45, 1 heard the door open and feet running down the hall. I looked out and saw the fat blond running to the bathroom. A few seconds later I heard the door to Suite 400 click shut. I was curious, so I went over and tried the door. Unlocked, cool. I went back to the stairs and waited for about 5 minutes when the blond went back in. Then I tried the door again but it was locked. Cool. This was going to work just fine. The next day I went to my friend Al’s place. Al works for a shipping company and owns his own truck. I’ve borrowed it from him before on occasion, and he gets paid pretty good when I do, too. I went home with the truck, parking it at the Wal*Mart nearby, and started to get ready. In my black nylon bag I packed 6 sets of steel handcuffs, two rolls of book tape, a utility knife, three pairs of latex gloves with the palms cut out, a single black stocking, and my .45. I thought about the scenario and had to smile. Just for shits I tossed in a couple packs of Trojans. What the hell, right? At 11:30 I pulled into the rear lot and parked as close to the back doors as I could. I grabbed my bag and entered the building, and sat down on the stairs by the 4th floor door. I pulled on the latex gloves, shoved the gun down the back of my jeans, and pulled the stocking down over my head. I carefully used the utility knife to slice a slit that split open to reveal my mouth and chin. Then I sat and waited. At 12:45, I heard the door. I stood, grabbed my bag, and stepped through the door into the hallway just as the bathroom door closed. I walked through the door to Suite 400 and closed the door quietly behind me. I was standing in a lobby with a door to the left, one to the right, and the far wall was a window. It was filled by a couple of big leather sofas and a giant wrought-iron table with a marble top. The office was dark, but light and music were coming from the left. I pulled my gun and walked in to see the red-head dancing to some 80’s crap. She was wearing a tight baby blue T-shirt that left her midriff bare, and tight low- rise jeans that came to mid-calf. She was barefoot, her sandals on the floor by her purse next to a chair. She saw me reflected in the window and screamed as she spun around. I held up my gun and growled,” Shut up Bitch, or I’ll do you right now!” Tears were streaming down her almost pretty face. “Please don’t hurt me! God, please don’t kill me!” I waved my gun and she ran down the hall past a half dozen closed doors before running into the last one, a dark office with a big oak desk and fine leather furniture. The boss’ office, I guess. I grabbed her by the arm and threw her face-down over the desk. I grabbed out a pair of cuffs and slapped them on her wrists, making her cry out. Using the cuffs I tossed her to the floor and slapped another pair on her ankles. I tore off a strip of book tape about three feet long and wrapped it around her head a couple of times, so she couldn’t yell anymore. Hell, she’s lucky she could breathe. I picked her up like a sack of potatoes and tossed her onto the leather couch. I stepped into the hall, walked back three doors and tried the one on the left. It opened into another dark office, but this one was small and didn’t have windows. I closed the door except for a crack and waited. The blond came back, and I guess they play games scaring each other ‘because she giggled and ran down the hall past my door. I stepped into the hall and waited for her to notice me. She saw her friend on the couch and turned to run away, almost bowling right into me. When she saw me, and the gun, she dropped to her knees and started begging. I walked over to her, put the pistol against her forehead and grunted. I almost laughed when I saw the dark stain spreading through her jeans. Damn and she just got back from the bathroom too. I told her to crawl back into the dark office, and when she got there I shoved her ass hard with my boot, sending her sprawling across the floor. Then I was on her, cuffing her wrists and ankles. I wrapped tape around her head to keep her from screaming, too. I wasn’t going to try to move this one though. For fun, I grabbed another pair of cuffs, pulled her ankles back, and cuffed her ankles to her wrists. I had to laugh, a metal hog-tie. Working quickly, I pulled the computers and monitors from each desk and put them into the lobby. Next I transferred them from there to the elevator, then to the Lobby, and finally into the truck. Then I ran up and grabbed the printers, doing the same routine. By the time I was done, it was only 1:50! Damn, what great time! For good measure, I went through the offices grabbing anything that might be valuable, and finally grabbed all of the phones, too! It was 2:30 and I was officially done. Maybe I should have just left, but instead I got in the truck and drove it over near the Denny’s. I walked quickly back to the building and went back up, pulling my stocking mask carefully into place and putting on fresh gloves. I left the old ones in the truck. Leaving shit lying around will get you hard time. I went into the office and heard a whistling noise. Shit, the fat chick was turning blue! I took my utility knife and opened up around her nose better, though I did knick her a little. She was out, so she didn’t notice. When I turned around, though, I saw my little red-head staring at me in terror, her eyes wide, her body jumping as she screamed and screamed with her mouth sealed tight. Shit, I thought with a chuckle, She thinks I just cut the fat chick’s throat. I put my hand on her throat and pushed her onto her back. She grimaced, I guess I was hurting her arms. With my other hand I grabbed the collar of her T-shirt and pulled hard, stretching it, then it finally tore. I pulled at it until I had ripped it off of her. Her tits were jiggling, held by a plain white bra that had seen better days, but incredibly held the load without bursting. I’m guessing she was a 36 or 38 DD, impressive on a girl maybe 140 dripping wet, probably 22-25 years old. I reached down to the floor and picked up the utility knife. I held it up in front of her eyes and saw her wide brown eyes not even blink as tears began to flow from them. I grabbed her bra between her tits and pulled, thinking to cut it sway, but it just kind of snapped open. Her creamy smooth tits spilled out, throwing the bra to each side. Her nipples were just plain tiny, especially on tits that big, hardly bigger than a quarter, but had thick nubs, like the eraser on a pencil. I grabbed one strap and cut it with the knife, then the other, and threw the pieces to the floor. I ran my hand down her belly, and she jerked when I grabbed the metal stud in her belly button and gave it a twist. Her smooth white skin was turning pink, then red all over. Damn, I was hard as a rock, watching her squirm there under me. I stood and grabbed the cuff of her pant leg, and dragged the utility knife’s blade up, cutting away the stiff denim. I split from the cuff to the waist, then grabbed the other leg and did the same on that side. I pulled away the jeans and tossed them on the floor next to the fat chick. My GOD! This bitch had some FINE legs, with baby fat in all the right places, wide soft hips... and little curly black hairs peaking around the prettiest little thong I’ve ever seen. She had a full pouty mound held by purple satiny lacey thong panties. I really think I could have shot my load right then, just looking at her squirming. A flick of the knife and the panties were gone too. I slapped my hand down on her pussy, I figure to get her wet enough to fuck, but she was already slick! I slipped my arm around her and hefted the naked little slut and walked to the main lobby, where I threw her on the floor. I went back to the big office and cleaned up my stuff and brought my bag back to the lobby. Taking out the last of my handcuffs, I cuffed her left wrist to the leg of a big wrought iron table. I unlatched the other set from her left wrist and clicked it to the other leg of the table, leaving her spread. Then I went back to the big office and wrapped the fat chick up with an entire roll of the book tape, taking back my cuffs when she was secure. Then I headed to the lobby, where I loaded everything into my bag except my gun, which placed on the table up over my slut’s head. “If I don’t leave with a smile on my face, I leave with your face spread all over this office,” I said as menacingly as I could. Then I pulled my sweaty T-shirt off over my head and sat on the couch to unlace my boots. I pulled them off and then my socks, and stood to pull off my jeans. My dick jumped when I dropped my shorts, and I saw Slut twisting her head to see. I showed her. I straddled her mammoth titties and slapped her face with my cock. About seven and a half inches I guess, and pretty thick, I’ve never had any complaints. I slid down and started to mash her soft titties in my hands, pawing like I’ve always wanted to but always got yelled at for. I stretched and squeezed them before taking a melon in my mouth. Man this was sweet! Her nipples were so tight and hard, I thought I was fooling myself, but she seemed to be getting off on this more than I did. I reached down and unlatched the cuff from one ankle, ready for the kick, but it never came. I unlatched the other and went over to put it in my bag. When I turned around, she had her legs up, spread for me. Her pussy was puffy and red, and glistened with her juices. Remembering, I grabbed a Trojan and rolled it on, then dropped on her and slammed my cock into her as hard as I could, bottoming out with each thrust. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I slammed into her for all I was worth, her head thrashing back and forth. Her pussy was so wet I had no problem getting in, in fact getting out was the problem. Her pussy grabbed my cock and held on! I thought I was going to lose my rubber in her! Then with two hands full of soft, luscious tits, I shot my load, hard and dirty. Wave after wave rolled through me, and I could feel that tight little pussy trying to milk out every drop. I pulled my dick out and quickly slipped of the cum-filled rubber, carefully dropping it into my bag. My cock was still hard, and it throbbed like I never remembered it doing before. Slut was rolling around, I figured trying to get away, until it dawned on me she was still cumming! I brought the little cunt off! Even like this, especially like this, I knew then I wasn’t done. Grabbing another Trojan, I slipped it on and jumped on her again. This time her legs didn’t wrap around me, but she worked with me, bucking her hips against me, grinding against my cock. I pulled out and unlatched the cuffs from her wrists, swept my gun to the floor, and tossed her face down onto the marble table top. On my knees behind her, I started to slam into her pussy, slapping her curvy smooth ass with sharp backhands. Her short nails scratched at the marble of the table, then her fingers latched around the far edge as she held on for the ride of her life. Then, figuring I had nothing to lose, I pulled my cock out of her tired little pussy and crammed it quick and hard up her ass, the little pink/brown opening turning white as it stretched around me, before it, and my cock, disappeared into the soft smooth crack of her ass. She was so tight, I think she must have been a virgin, and the way she screamed and cried and clawed at the table, I was giving her hell like she never imagined. I buried my entire cock in her ass, slowly slipped out all the way, then plunged back in. Yeah, I saw the blood smeared on the rubber as it came out, but know what? Don’t care. It felt good. The rush when I slammed home, then the long slow pulls coming back out - never felt anything like it before. Until I saw her his moving up and down, that is. I was hurting this bitch like nothing she ever felt before, and she was begging for more! She was getting off good! When I pulled out the next time, I looked and saw streams of her cum running down her thighs. That was what did it. All of a sudden, I couldn’t control myself. I slammed home, but then instead of nice and slow, I yanked almost all the way clear, and slammed home again. I don't know what people who do it all the time call this, but if I was fucking her ass before, this was an old fashioned ass-fuck. I kept up the hammering for about two minutes that felt like an hour of pure pleasure, and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I ripped out my cock and slammed it home in her pussy again, cumming like a fountain the instant I ran into the bottom of the well. My head spinning, I fell on the floor. Seconds later, I realized she was on the floor too now, behind me, with her arm draped over my side. Remembering where the hell I was and what I was doing, I scrambled up, slipped off the rubber, and grabbed my gun from the floor over by the door. But she just laid there, eyes closed, breathing hard. I got dressed quickly but carefully, and as I sat lacing up my boots I saw her staring at me through half lidded eyes as she lay sprawled un the floor like she didn’t have any bones. I pulled out the other roll of book tape and wrapped her up like a Christmas present. I took back my cuffs and packed everything up carefully. No evidence. Then I picked up the utility knife and cut the tape at the back of her head and pulled it off. She gave out a yelp, but then was silent. I bent down and kissed her hard, but after a moment I had to surrender to the softness of her lips and the strange coolness of her tongue and kiss her softly - passionately, as she kissed me back. “Take me with you,” she breathed as I wandered into the other office. “No way, Sister,” I called from the other room. As I walked back in, I waved the two girl’s purses as I put them in my bag. “I know where you live,” I said, “I’ll find you.” It’s been three weeks since the story hit the news. Three armed men had broken into a finance house, stolen the valuable computer equipment, and beating two workers, viciously raped one of them. They say the thieves got away with $100,000.00 in computer equipment. Shit, I barely cleared ten grand on the deal. The thieves were all in their 50s, 6'2” to 6’5” and blond. Wow, not a bad description, considering I’m 5’10” with dark hair and eyes. I’ve been casing a new joint. Seems there’s this little red-head who lives all alone in a little cottage apartment. She must be hot-blooded, because every night when I drop by to case the joint, she’s left the bedroom window wide open. Breaking and Entering She should have been cold. The StealthSuit she wore was microns thin. She felt like she was naked and covered in a dusting of black powder. The Techs bragged that light slid off of the suit like water off a duck. The black body stocking was so sheer and felt so insubstantial that Natasha felt naked and exposed. Natasha had laughed when she first saw the suit. It was no bigger than a Barbie Doll's costume. Yet it easily stretched to cover her 5'4", 120 pound body. The Tech who had helped her suit up hadn't been shy about staring. In the bright light of the TechLab, Natasha's nipples poked proudly through the fabric. The suit was so form-fitting that it was evident that the curls covering her pubic mound had never known the touch of scissors or razor. One could even see the slight ridge of the knife scar across her shoulder. But in the dim moon glow on the roof of the offices of CogicSystems, Incorporated, Natasha was as invisible as catshadow. She scraped frost from the skylight window. She should have been cold. The mission couldn't have been simpler; slip into a CogicSystems office, enter a command into a computer and get out without leaving a trace. Simple. Insulting, even, for an agent of her caliber. But she didn't question her orders. Didn't even bother to ask the whats or whys. She just chewed on her frustration. The mission was only the matter of a few hours, but they were hours that would not be spent in pursuit of the elusive Greystoke. Trapping that mercenary had been her primary operational objective for three years now, yet she felt no closer to him than she had that first night, as she sat in her office studying his dossier, and he was there, impossibly, miraculously, under her desk, the tip of his switchblade against her femoral artery, his tongue on her swollen clit. Or that night in an alley in Madripoor, protecting her undercover identity as a streetwalker, sucking Greystoke's cock as three piggish policemen looked on laughing, her knowing that they would arrest and torture them both if they suspected that they were anything but hooker and john. Or that night in her flat; Greystoke bound to her bed, only to escape, leaving behind a puddle of cum on her sheets and a red rosebud on her pillow. Her controllers were growing frustrated with her, tossing these make-work assignments on her desk, knowing they kept her from the very mission they were impatient for her to complete. Natasha touched a button on the edge of the sleek goggles she wore and they took on a yellow, cat's-eye glow, gathering the pale moonlight on the deserted rooftop. Bypassing the alarms and picking the locks had been the work of minutes. The building was not guarded, except for a sleepy rent-a-cop in the lobby. There was apparently nothing to steal, but she was there to leave, not to take. Slip inside, turn on a computer (even a secretary's would do) enter a few memorized keystrokes, then vanish into the night. She dropped through the skylight, landing as quietly as a cat. She slid down the row of cubicles like a shadow, choosing one far from the windows. She chose a cluttered desk, covered with papers and envelopes and a Dilbert coffee mug stuffed with pens and pencils. She slipped the goggles down around her neck and pulled off the StealthSuit's hood. She ran her fingers through her close-cropped hair. A nudge of the mouse brought the computer screen to blue life. Its desktop photo was a picture of a tropical beach. A few tek tek teks on the keyboard and she was done. She paused at the desk, staring at the ocean waves breaking over the white sand, and the naked, tanned bodies glowing in the sun. Was it time? She had stashed away enough money in enough untraceable accounts to allow her to live out her days in comfort, if not opulence. Maybe it was time to walk away. "You'd be bored to tears inside of a year," said a low, musical voice from behind her. Her spinning back-kick was on its way before she really even registered the voice. It had connected before she recognized it. As she settled into a fighting stance, she saw him, sprawled on the carpet, rubbing his chin. He was, as usual, dressed all in black; trench coat, suit, shirt and tie. A shaved head and a red goatee. A rosebud in his lapel. Greystoke. He smiled up at her. "I always forget how quick you are," he said. "What are you doing here?" she hissed. "I came to stop you, though it appears I am too late." "Stop me? Why?" "Why? My, my, little spy. You don't even know what it is that you've done, do you?" "What are you taking about?" she said. "Mindless little agents, running here, sneaking there, do this, do that, kill him, blow up them. And never once ask why." "I'm asking you." "And I'm not telling. No matter. It will only take me a week or two to unmake the mess you've made. Time I would have rather spent on a beach in Tahiti, but such is life," he said. Natasha's mind raced through her options. None of them were good. To protect the mission, she needed to eliminate or capture Greystoke. She had no doubt that her fighting skills were superior to his, but he was a foot taller than she and outweighed her by about 120 pounds. Any fight between them was sure to cause damage, and she was under orders to leave no trace of her incursion. She carried no weapons or restraints. She had no back-up. If she left him here, he might easily undo whatever it was she had done. She had already been inside too long. She needed to leave, and she needed Greystoke to chase her. On the desk next to the computer, she had noticed an official-looking memo. It was merely information about a company Christmas party. Nothing that would be missed. But Greystoke hadn't seen it. Natasha turned on her megawatt smile, the smile that could make most men, and not a few women, weak at the knees. She held her hand out to Greystoke. He raised an eyebrow, dubious of her intentions, then reached out to her. She took his hand and hauled him to his feet. Then, using his own momentum against him, clapped her other hand behind his elbow and flipped him head-first into the cubicle. He landed with a crash, flat on his back. Natasha snatched the memo from the desk, but not so quickly that Greystoke couldn't see it. Then she turned to bolt down the aisle. Greystoke's hand shot out like a striking cobra and caught her by the thin fabric of her StealthSuit, right at the base of her spine. The suit tore away, and like a run in a stocking, the hole spread wide. Natasha was left wearing a collar and sleeves. Her legs were still clad in the sheer, black fabric, but her breasts, stomach and ass were now bare. She looked like a black cat with a white belly. She turned back to Greystoke, a look burning in her eyes that was something between annoyance and anger. Greystoke's eyes took their liberty of her pert breasts, her hard abs and the thick nest of black curls that covered her underbelly. He glanced at the tiny piece of fabric in his hand and broke into a Cheshire grin. When he chuckled, Natasha's anger got the better of her. She kicked him in his head. As he fell back, he hooked a foot behind her knee and jerked her leg out from under her. She sat down hard, a jolt running up her tailbone to her skull, rattling her teeth. The adversaries sprang to their feet. Natasha whipped a backfist at Greystoke's temple, which he ducked, realizing too late it was a feint, and catching her knee under his chin. His head snapped back, exposing his throat. Natasha's hand shot out like a spear, jabbing into his larynx. He staggered back into the cubicle wall. She lashed out with a sidekick, pounding her heel into his sternum like a sledgehammer. He doubled over, and she stepped in, ready to drive her elbow down onto the back of his neck. But Greystoke lunged forward and rammed his head between her thighs. His hands caught her behind her knees and he stood straight up, lifting her and banging her head into the low ceiling. Then yanking down on her legs and bending sharply at the waist, he whipped her down onto the desk. Her head cracked against the hard, wooden surface. Her vision went white. She crumpled to the floor. A look of momentary concern came over Greystoke's face and he stepped to her. Natasha lashed out with a mule kick. He pivoted just in time to catch it on his inner thigh, sparing himself a pair of ruptured testicles. But his pivot left him side-on to her, and with a sweep of her other leg into his heels, she cut his feet out from under him and he crashed to the floor. Natasha leapt up and bolted down the aisle. She had covered only a few strides when she heard his footsteps behind her. He dove at her, wrapping his strong arms around her thighs in a perfect open-field tackle. They slammed to the floor, her legs clamped in his arms and his face buried in between the cheeks of her firm, bare ass. Greystoke's arms were like iron bands around her legs. His weight kept her pinned, belly to the floor. She tried to spread her legs to break his grip, but succeeded only in forcing his face deeper between her ass-cheeks. She reached back to grab at his head, but his shaved skull left her nothing to grip. Her fingernails, clipped short as a burglar's and clad in the slick fabric of the StealthSuit, left her nothing to scratch with. They struggled like that for long seconds. She could feel his hot breath on her naked cunt. At last, her groping hands found his ears. She grabbed them and began to tug. She heard him groan in pain. The harder she tugged, the tighter he gripped her legs. Just as she thought she must surely rip his ears from his head, he plunged his tongue into her bunghole. Natasha shrieked, and with newfound strength, flipped the two of them over. Now his face was smothered by her ass. Had she the time, she could wait until lack of oxygen caused him to pass out, but she had already been in the building to long, and the sounds of their struggles might not have gone unnoticed. She sat up, her full weight now smooshing her ass into his face. She grabbed the pinky fingers of his hands and began to bend them backwards. Just as his grip began to loosen, she felt his teeth close around her clit. It became a test of wills. The farther she bent his fingers, the harder he bit. And then her body betrayed her. Despite it all; the mission, the pain, the desperation, she felt herself go wet between her legs. She could smell her own arousal. His face buried in her muff, the scent must have been overpowering to Greystoke. He could not fail to notice. And he did not. She felt the tip of his tongue begin to tickle and tease at her swollen clit, still clamped between his teeth. His nose nuzzled into the wet slit between her pussy lips. Almost against her conscious will, she eased her grip on his fingers and nestled her ass onto his mouth. His teeth released her clit and his tongue began to toy with it; pressing and twirling, nudging it from side to side, lapping her like a dog. Greystoke released her legs and clamped his hands over her thighs, pulling them apart. The butterfly lips of her cunt spread for him and he drove his tongue inside. His face was drenched with her woman's juices. Hands that moments before had been clawing at his flesh, now tore at his belt and his zipper. His cock sprang free, thick and hard. Natasha spread her legs into a split and bent forward at the waist. Her hot mouth engulfed him, her lips stretching wide to take in his girth. Greystoke began to thrust his hips, plunging the head of his cock deep into her throat. Her saliva drenched him. She held him tall with one gloved hand while the other cupped his big balls. They writhed there on the floor; these adversaries, these enemies, these lovers, driving each other to the brink of ecstasy. His hands slid up her lean body to cup her breasts. He pinched her hardened nipples. She let out a deep-throated growl as she reared back and toppled into climax, gushing her juices into his eager mouth. Then, at her moment of surrender, Greystoke raised his legs and locked his ankles behind her head. Thrusting up with his shoulders as he yanked down with his legs, he flipped Natasha over onto her back. She slammed hard onto the carpeted floor. Before she could catch her breath, he dove on top of her, crushing her under his weight, plunging his face back into the wet mess of curls in her lap. He rammed his cock back into her gasping mouth and began to fuck her throat. His fingers toyed with the engorged lips of her cunt and teased her tight, puckered bung. His tongue assaulted her burning clit. Natasha's hands clawed at his taut ass as he plunged into her wanton mouth, over and over, his balls slapping at her face. Her body began to shiver as another orgasm grew within her. Greystoke lifted his face from her and two fingers from each hand slid into her cunt. He pinched her clit between his thumbs, squeezing and rolling and tugging at it. She would have screamed had her mouth not been filled with hard cock. Her hips began to buck as he drove her to the brink. Sensing the nearness of her release, he spread her pussy wide and attacked her clit with a fury. It was more than she could bear. She exploded into climax. Jets of her cum squirted from her in a spray. The smell of hot sex was overwhelming. Over and over she squirted her hot juices, then collapsed like a rag doll. Greystoke bent his face to her again, licking and tasting and sniffing his wet handiwork. Then he rolled off of her and sat back against the wall, his pants around his ankles, his hard cock jutting out to her, its head purpled with lust. Natasha struggled to gather her wits. She clawed her way across the floor to a desk. She hauled herself up and rested her hot forehead against the cool felt of a desk blotter. She caught a breath. Then another. Then she felt Greystoke grip her slender waist in his strong hands. "No. Wait," she gasped. "I think I won't," he growled, and rammed his cock into her sopping cunt. He drove its full length deep inside her and she yowled like an alley cat. She clutched the far edge of the desk and held on for dear life. He pounded her without mercy, his thick cock stretching her wide, his heavy balls slapping at her aching clit. She felt another climax growing inside her. "Not again," she whimpered. "Dear God, not again. I can't take it." Then his hand smacked her ass with a resounding crack. She shrieked. He began to spank her hard. "That's for kicking me in the head." Smack! "That's for trying to tear my ears off." Smack! "That's for trying to break my fingers." Smack! "That's for trying to kick me in the balls." Smack! "And this..." Smack! "This is because you like it." Smack! He wailed on her burning ass-cheek with his wide, flat palm. The slaps echoed off the walls. He thrust harder and harder into her ravaged cunt. Anger and passion tangled in her mind. Each sting of pain was like an electric shock of lust. She came hard, over and over, each climax building on the one before. White sparkles filled her vision. She felt detached from her own body, her consciousness floating on a sea of sensation. She struggled to form one last rational thought. "Don't... don't you... don't you dare cum in my cunt," she whispered. "As you wish," he said. She felt his long cock slide slowly from her. A split second of relief, until she felt his swollen cockhead pressing at her bung. Lost in the orgasmic chaos of her mind was the tiny word "no", but it was drowned out by a chorus of sluttish desire. She lifted her ass and willed her bunghole to open to him. He plunged inside. She screamed like a banshee. Her body ignited with a heat she had never felt before. She spasmed, lifting the far legs of the desk from the floor. His fat cock, slick with her cum, plowed in and out of her. A hot spray of her cum drenched his balls. The world receded from her. She was seeing without comprehending, hearing without understanding, feeling... feeling... feeling.... until she felt no more. Then all was darkness. The sound of sirens woke her. The world came back to her in flecks and flickers. There was a chill wind blowing across her face. The left cheek of her ass burned like fire. Her pussy ached with the sweet ache of overuse. Her bunghole was sticky with a wet trickle of semen that ran down her thigh. She was on the roof of a building. She was wrapped in a black trench coat, many sizes too large for her. There was an envelope in her lap. She opened it. Inside was a hand-written note and a red rosebud. The note read; Better luck next time, little spy. Now fly away home. The hawks are circling. Greystoke. The sirens grew louder. She tugged the trench coat tight around her. It swallowed her like a blanket. It smelled of his sweat and of cigarette smoke. She held the rose to her lips. She parted them, wrapping them around the fat bud. She remembered the thick head of Greystoke's cock and how it had filled her mouth. She remembered how she had surrendered her most intimate self to him. Snowflakes melted on her blushing cheeks. She should have been cold. ... Breaking and Entering Life is full of coincidences. Little things that can change a life or even end one. This day I had been tired and so cycled fast, back from the train station to the estate where I lived. It was a mixture of council tenants and those like myself who had bought their own homes. As I came through the grounds of the primary school and into the street which was my destination I looked up at a window with the light on, not in any real expectation of seeing something interesting but more out of curiosity. Perhaps I had been attracted by the movement, certainly I did not realise I would be staring at a naked woman there. Not only was she naked and attractive though a little on the skinny side. I don't like my women fat but do like rather more muscle than this one was displaying. This went through my mind before I realised she had had some paper held up against the window. "Help! I am locked in here bring a ladder you will need to break the window." I have always been one with a soft spot for the vulnerable woman and so on reaching home, a dozen or so houses down the road I got the ladder. I also brought a tile cutter and a gadget I had bought and used the previous week when installing a fan into the bathroom window. I had assumed that Debbie as I later discovered her name was had locked herself in. I brought a t-shirt and some jogging bottoms which had a draw string so she would be able to keep them up even though they were several sizes too large for her. I guess it was about fifteen minutes later that I had cut a hole in the glass and then gambling that the key to the window lock would be the same as that for my near identical house unlocked the window and then pressed on a bit of metal @ the bottom to enable it to open wide. It was then that I noticed that Debbie was shaking with fear. Cowered in a corner, she made no attempt to cover herself up. I walked over to her and helped her to put on my t-shirt which would in itself have dealt with any modesty issues it was so big on her. I checked the lock on the door and realised that there was no way Debbie could have locked herself in by accident. The door was solid, not like the flimsy efforts that were in my house and the lock was an high security job and it felt like there were additional locks at the top and bottom of the door on the other side. She was being held a prisoner in the room which was completely bare. I realised that I was really shocked. Neither of us had spoken a word since I arrived. "Hi, I'm Dave." I introduced myself in a rather embarrassed tone. "Debbie." She answered quietly. I climbed out of the window and helped Debbie do the same before climbing down with my arms around her as she was shaking so much. At some point I wondered if anyone would phone the police. One car did pass us as we walked slowly back, me carrying the ladder and the other bits. Once inside, I made a pot of tea, (the English answer to everything.) After doing this and making Debbie a cheese sandwich with bread I had made earlier that day. I apologised and headed to the shower. It was a hot evening and I had been dripping in sweat even before I got off the train, never mind after cycling home. Twenty minutes later I was dressed in a robe that I only used with visitors – normally I wandered round the house nude. I was finally ready to start hearing Debbie's story. About two weeks previously, Debbie had been waiting for a cab and when one turned up she had assumed it was the one she had been waiting for. Despite it not taking the route she expected, Debbie had not immediately realised anything was wrong. When she did, she was told to shut up and keep quiet. Once she tried to get out at a set of lights but the doors were locked. She had then been bundled into the house at gunpoint, stripped and placed in the room, only allowed out for about half and hour three times a day to use the bathroom under his supervision. I wanted to put my arms around her and hold her but wasn't sure she was ready for that. I did move closer and put a hand on her back though. Debbie flinched a little but didn't ask me to move it. I asked her if she wanted me to call the police. "Not yet. Let me get a shower and some sleep first." I dug out some towels and showed Debbie how the shower worked and where everything was. I was just leaving the bathroom when Debbie asked, "Don't leave me. You have already seen me naked. I just feel scared to be on my own at the moment and you have been so kind." I put the lid to the toilet down and sat on it. I confess I didn't even pretend to be a gentleman and not look. Despite her skinny figure which I realised was due to starvation while in captivity Debbie was attractive with her black hair, dark skin and short stature. Her breasts were small to medium – I have never got into the estimating size bit. They did however have very prominent nipples with large areolae surrounding them. When Debbie stepped out of the shower I wrapped a towel around her and then waited as she dried herself. We then moved to the kitchen where I made us both some hot chocolate with a drop of something stronger in it to help us sleep. It was only then that I started to think about sleeping arrangements. My initial thought was to put Debbie up in the spare room but given that she didn't want to be left alone I suggested the blow up bead in my room. to my surprise, Debbie asked. "Do you mind if I sleep with you?" I didn't mind but was concerned that Debbie might misinterpret my body's natural reactions as intent to take advantage of the situation. It was at this point that I heard what I immediately assumed was a gunshot, though a second later wondered why the bird scarer in the fields behind the estate hadn't been turned off for the night. I hesitated for a moment, I didn't possess a pair of pyjamas but when I saw Debbie taking of the two items of clothing I had loaned her got rid of the bath robe and climbed into bed. "Hold me." Debbie urged. I did and sure enough it was not long before my body expressed it's interest in the situation. Debbie by this time had fallen asleep and I didn't want to move for fear of waking her. It was not long before I fell asleep myself to a mixture of pleasant an unpleasant dreams. When I awoke it was to the sound of fire engines driving down the street. It was still not light but there was a glow I was not used to. Slowly my mind put things together and for once two plus two made four, though the correctness of my guessing was not confirmed for another couple of days. The man who kidnapped Debbie had shot himself and then set fire to the house. By the time I had worked this out Debbie was also awake. I told her what I had guessed. Her response was, "Make love to me." Normally, sad to say, I would have leaped in there, intent more on my own pleasure than anything else. Not that such invitations from women I had known only a few hours were frequent! On this occasion my first response was to ask if she were sure. Then I kissed her gently on the forehead before working my way down to her lips. Meanwhile my hands were stroking her hair as our bodies pressed hard against each other. My tongue and lips worked their way down to her long neck and eventually to here breasts. Her already erect nipples responded to my ministrations, becoming even harder as I sucked, licked and nibbled them. Somehow we changed positions and Debbie was sitting in my lap as I suckled while my hands were exploring every square inch of her skin. Soon she was laid out on the bed as having got down as far as her naval I was now working up her legs, one hand working on a breast while the other was stroking her stomach, down to her pubic hair which had once been trimmed short but was now growing back. As I reached her vagina Debbie opened her legs allowing me full access to her flower. I lapped up the taste of her freshness and her now flowing juices while one hand played with her clitoris. Then I pushed a finger gently inside her while my tongue and lips paid homage to her erect rosebud. I heard her begin to moan as her hips lifted to force my finger deeper inside her tunnel. My tongue picked up it's pace and suddenly she was shouting, "Yes! Dave! Yes!" as her vaginal muscles clamped around my finger. At last I could remove my finger. Debbie took my hand and licked my finger clean while my tongue continued it's work. We changed positions again and with me sitting up in the bed Debbie lowered herself onto me. My hands clasped around her ass and helped her to lift up and down. My pre-cum mixed with Debbie's own lubrication and despite her tightness it was as if my cock which I don't remember ever being so hard before was surrounded by hot olive oil, so smooth did it feel as we went between only the tip of my penis being in her and my whole turgid member being burried to the hilt. I warned Debbie that I was close to cumming. "Keep going!" She answered. I needed no encouragement and a second after I felt her squeezing me my seed started to gush forth. It seemed like minutes before the last quiver from her cunt ended and my prick resumed a more normal dimension. Debbie was not finished yet however and soon she was taking my whole length in her mouth, encouraging the flaccid pink thing back to life. Twenty minutes or so later, mission accomplished I took her from behind, my hands squeezing her tits as her lips welcomed me into her love muscles again. This time I lasted longer and it was her second orgasm of the fuck that had me exploding. The next morning it was a sensual shower together, hands and mouths exploring with even more tenderness and rather less urgency before our bodies enjoyed joining together as one before a well earned breakfast. Finally I phoned the police. Surprisingly the papers never did find out who the woman who had been held prisoner for almost three weeks was. Nor did they find out who the, "Hero" was who rescued her. Just that the reward money had been paid out. Sadly we both decided after a few weeks that there wasn't enough between us for the relationship to work but we are still friends and still enjoy sex together once in a while. The money helped pay for some work on the house but to get rich I would have had to sell the story and I care a bit too much about Debbie to do that. Breaking and Entering (FM, femdom, anal, nc) Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture *********** "Will you be a dear and clean the kitchen tonight?" I asked my husband, who was sitting in his recliner watching television. "Come on honey, I'm watching something right now." Bryan said, pointing the remote around me and at the TV as if he could somehow zap me and make me move as easily as he could change the channel. I looked back and saw that hateful little planet at the edge of the T.V. screen. Just great, the fucking sci-fi channel. He would be sitting in his chair all night. I knew that in order to get him up, I was going to have to bring out the big guns. I gave him my sexiest smile, straddled him, and ground seductively against him. "I'll make it worth your while," I whispered in his ear. I could feel him responding beneath me and he leaned up to kiss me, but I pulled back. "But first the dishes," I said, giving him a quick peck on the lips and hopping off his lap. Bryan threw a pillow at me, hitting me in the rear. "Tease," he called after me, but he quickly got up and went to the kitchen. I followed, watching him while he worked. He looked cute washing dishes in his boxers. I trailed a finger down to my sex. I was as hot and wet as the dishwater. I went to the bedroom to wait for him to finish, but, I was too hot to wait. I got up, opened my goody drawer and removed a vibe to keep me occupied until he returned. However, my attention fell to the strap-on at the bottom of the drawer. I had always wondered what it would be like to be the penetrator instead of the penetratee, if you know what I mean. I had always been curious, but never had the courage to talk to Bryan about it. Actually, I brought it up as a joke once, but Bryan just laughed said, "You're not coming near me with that thing." Ever since, I had been too hesitant to pursue it further. Stripping off my panties and tank top, I attached the latex cock to my crotch. I walked to the full length mirror and looked at my reflection. I wrapped my fist around the shiny black cock and posed, propping my leg up on the chair. Damn, I looked powerful! Authority and strength radiated from my body. Then my thoughts turned to my husband diligently washing dishes in the kitchen. It's now or never, I thought, and tip-toed silently to the kitchen. Bryan's back was still turned, while he was drying the dishes and placing them in the cabinet like a good little husband. I snuck up behind him and reached into his boxers, firmly grasping his cock. He jumped. "Jesus Christ! Shit, you scared me!" he said. "Don't sneak up on me like that when I've got plates in my hand." I stroked his cock, until it grew stiff in my hand. "What was that sweetie?" "Nothing," he groaned. He tried to turn around, but I pulled his cock up and away, making him stand on his tip-toes leaning over the counter. "Don't turn around." "Ouch, ease up - you're hurting me Debbie." He tried to grab my wrist, but I only pulled harder. "I'll pull it off." I threatened. His hand moved away and I slacked off on the pressure. My free hand traveled down to his ass, massaging his cheeks possessively. "Now, who's in charge?" I asked, while my finger pressed between his cheeks against his tightly clenched ass to emphasize my point. "Hmmm?" "Come on honey, let's go to bed. I don't like this game," he whined. He was getting ornery again. I don't know what possessed me, but I opened the drawer and pulled out a small knife. He immediately froze as soon as he saw it in my hand. I traced the sharp of the blade up and down his spine. "What did I say about turning around?" He hesitated. I heard him gulp. "You said not to." "That's right." I squeezed his cock. It was harder now than ever. He might try to pretend, but I knew he liked it. "Now . . . tell me who's in charge." "You are." I felt his body tremble against mine. "That's right." I placed the blade beneath his underwear. "Now, let me see this body you've been teasing me with." I cut at his boxers with the knife. Well, more like I hacked at them. The boxers proved to be a formidable opponent, but I couldn't let myself defeated by mere cotton and elastic. I yanked them down his legs. They were trembling with his fear. "Please, Deb. . . I don't like this." His cock pulsed in my hand. "Liar." I kissed his neck and moved my hand from his cock to his nipple, pinching it lightly. My kiss turned stronger until I was sucking at his neck as hard as I could. I nipped his skin with my teeth and tightened my fingers on his nipple. My bite extracted a mewling moan from his throat. "Tell me the truth, bitch. You like this don't you?" I whispered in his ear and then tongued it. "Ugh . . . yes," he gasped. "And I'm not Deb. I'm a burglar, who broke into the house. Your wife is asleep in bed." I poked him with the knife blade. "You got that?" "Yes . . .I got it," he said. "Good. Reach over there and get that bottle of Joy. Come on. Hurry up, before you make me angry!" He was shaking and so unsure of himself. I stroked him as he reached for the bottle of Joy. "You can do it baby. Go on. Now, pour some of it into your hand. Keep going, pour a whole handful. That's good. Now, give me your hand." I guided his hand back, careful not to spill the detergent and placed it over my cock. He jumped when he discovered my surprise and tried to pull away, but I held him fast. "Please, don't," he said, while I guided his hand up and down my cock. "Did you know that I've been watching you from the window every night? Did you enjoy teasing me? Washing dishes in your naughty underwear? Showing your body off slut? Did you think you could get away with that?" I brought his hand up behind his back, forcing him to bend over the counter. I was getting into my new role more and more. I had never felt so strong before. So powerful! And I hadn't even taken him yet. As I placed the head of the cock against his ass, I felt the moisture gushing from my sex like a fountain. Bryan groaned when I pushed forward. The cheeks of his ass clenched tightly, but it was no use, I only pressed harder until the head slipped in. "Ow, ow god." He struggled to get away. "I'm sorry honey. Please, I can't do this." I pushed his arm up further. "I'm not your honey bitch. Do you think you can just tease me like this and then toss me away? Besides, I know what a slut like you wants." "Come on, just relax. It will only hurt if you try to fight it." I took him with short tiny strokes, ever so slowly moving deeper and deeper into his ass. I could feel the resistance fading with every stroke. Was it my imagination or was he pushing back against me? No it wasn't my imagination. "That's it bitch. Didn't I say I knew what a slut like you wanted? That's it slut, just relax and give it up to me." He grunted every time I bottomed out. I slammed into him harder. My thighs were slapping loudly as they collided with his on every stroke. "Don't I know what you want? Don't I, bitch?" "Ugh - yes," he admitted. He was mine now and we both knew it. My pussy quaked. I was getting ready to cum, but I still wanted a little more. "Come on slut. Pick your leg up and put it on the counter. That's good. Pull your knee to your face, but don't you dare look at me. If you look at me, I'm going to have to kill you bitch, cause I'm not going to jail." My cock was covered in foamy bubbles from the detergent. "Ah-ah-ah-I'm cumming," I cried. "Oh God, you're making me cum, you hot little bitch." My strokes slowed as my orgasm waned. I felt something on my hip. I looked down in surprise at my husband's hand. "Please," he begged. "I'm so close." I slowly pulled out, marveling as his reddened pucker opened and closed before my eyes. "Not much of a tease now, are you? Tell me bitch. Tell me what you want. Do you want to be the fucker or do you want to be the fuckee?" He tried to pull me into him, but I wanted him to say it. To tell me what I wanted to hear. "Tell me." He trembled to my touch. "I-I want to . . . be the fuckee. Please," he groaned. I looked at him there with his eyes closed, his body in such a vulnerable position on the counter, and slid into him with long hard stroke knowing he was mine. I wondered what was going through his mind. Was he imagining it was me fucking him or someone else? It didn't really matter. I was there and I was fucking him. I dropped the knife and grabbed him by the hair. I pulled him back into me. "Tell me what you want. Tell me bitch!" "Fuck me - ugh- oh God fuck me!" he moaned. "Fuck you where, whore?" I demanded, as I slapped his ass hard enough for the neighbors to hear. "Fuck-my-ass-" I slapped him hard on the ass. "Louder bitch! I didn't hear you." "Ugh-Fuck-my-ass-ahh-fuck-my-ass!" "That's it bitch. Tell the world what a slut you are." His body glistened as he squirmed from the pleasure. His leg knocked a cup down on the floor. It wasn't going to be long now. I grabbed his swollen cock and pumped it. "You're cumming bitch, I can feel it. You better scream for me whore. Scream out loud!" "I'm cumming," he cried in a long soul piercing wail. I jerked his cock as he spurted, covering the counter with his copious discharge. After he came down from his climax, I gently pulled out of him. "You were the best fuck ever, my little tease." I licked his semen from my fingers. "When you get cleaned up, your wife will be in bed waiting for the most gorgeous hunk of husband in the world to fuck her brains out." I clutched his panting body close to mine and kissed his back. It tasted of salty sweat. "I love you," I whispered and then went to wait for him in bed. * If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. Breaking and Entering "Okay, what do you think, sweetheart?" Cameron looked up from where she was studying, sitting on the side of her bed with her foot keeping beat with the rhythm with the soft music in the back ground. Her blue eyes grew wide as she stared at her mother who stood in her doorway. "You can't be thinking of going out like that!" "Honey, it's a nude beach, of course I'm going like this." Clarissa preened a little more, running her hand down the side of her very naked svelte figure. Cameron rolled her eyes, sliding the heavy chemistry book off her lap before standing up. "I meant your hair and your earrings, mom. You can't wear that style to the beach." She walked over, pulling the heavy pins out of her mother's bright red hair that was just starting to show a touch of gray, watching as the fiery locks cascaded down around her shoulders. Pushing a few of the pins back in, she changed the style to make it softer around her mother's face. "And wear these earrings," she said, going to her case on her dresser and pulling a pair out small silver hoops out and watching as her mother slipped the heavy pearl earrings out of her small, shell like ears. "Now you look beautiful." "Oh, honey, thank you. Why don't you get undressed and come with us? It's going to be a huge celebration, lots of drinking and dancing and fireworks after dark. They're going to have the bonfire again like they did last year, and a pig roast," Clarissa said, trying to interest her daughter in attending. "You know I have to study, mom. I've got that chemistry exam and another one in biology. Besides, if you're going with Dan that means HE will be there." She couldn't help the bitterness that colored the word, or the sharpness in her voice when she thought of him. Dan Tayler, her mom's boyfriend of many, many years had a son by his first marriage. That son, Dan Jr. or DJ as most people called him, would be going with them tonight. He was huge on the whole freedom of expression thing and spent many days at the nude beach that had opened on the far side of Rifle Lake, surprising the staid community of Rose City. The beach had been a huge controversy and many had tried to have it closed down. But it was on private land, and all the proper permits and licenses had been taken out by the owners, so those who'd complained were pretty much out of luck. The people who frequented the beach were well mannered and family oriented, and they also brought revenue into the tiny town, so much so that many who'd been against the beach were now putting up with the stigma. DJ though, grated on Cameron's nerves. He wasn't a geek, as a matter of fact, he was the furthest thing from geek. He was tall and well built with dark hair and lickable abs that sent many of the girls in town to swooning. Tanned and gorgeous, his dark skin made his amber colored eyes all that much more noticeable. And he was never seen without a girl or two in tow, usually more. But Dan, her mom's boyfriend was a prince, sweet and loving, he showered Clarissa with affection that had been so lacking in her relationship with Cameron's father. Her mother seemed to glow when he was near and had even opened up to going to the nude beach, something that would have scandalized her father. "Oh, honey, you always use that excuse. You could take some time off, come out with us and sit and eat some barbeque, get some sun. You're so pale." She reached out and ran her hands over Cameron's long red hair, her contribution to the girl's beauty. "Not if I want to pass those exams. Besides, being premed takes up too much of my time." She sighed as she saw that stubborn look come into her mother's brown eyes, a look that meant she would argue until she got her way if Cameron didn't say something quick. "Look, mom, I promise that I will go down and sit by the pool for an hour or so, and get some fresh air, okay? But I really want to do well in these classes, they are important." She watched as her mother walked to the mirror over her dressing table, checking out what Cameron had done to her hair as she thought through what she would say. Cameron could see the tiny fairy tattoo that her mother had gotten, Dan's idea, right above her shoulder blade. "Don't let Dan talk you into getting anymore of those, mom. Next thing you know and he'll have you getting your nipples pierced." Clarissa snorted, laughing at her daughter. "Tattoos are one thing, I refuse to have needles stuck though these," she said, trailing her fingers over her nipples. "That's a good thing, you could get the hoops caught in your toes. That could be very painful." She blinked innocently at her mother then ducked as she turned and threw Cameron's hairbrush at her. "That wasn't funny, young lady," Clarissa said, laughing despite herself. "And my boobs don't hang down like that, you wretched child." "Oh, well, they don't yet anyways, but you know, mom, you are getting up there in years." She laughed harder as Clarissa spluttered, speechless. "I'm just kidding, mom. You still got it," she said, wiping tears from her eyes and coming up to hug her mother hard. It had felt very strange the first time she'd hugged her mother when she was nude, but now, Clarissa was just her mother and she was proud of her for doing something that she enjoyed like being a nudist. There was nothing overtly sexual about nudity. It was a baring of the soul, a lack of pretense that had drawn Clarissa into the lifestyle. Not getting to watch all the naked male asses parading around the hot sand. Downstairs, the doorbell rang. "Oh, honey, will you get that. Tell Dan I'll be right down. I just need to slip on my cover up." She hurried out of Cameron's room and into her own. Cameron skipped down the stairs and hurried though the house to the front door just as the bell rang again. She opened it and without really looking to see who it was, she stepped into his arms and wrapped hers around his neck. "Hi Dan," she said. Strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her against a well built chest that was definitely not Dan's squishier one. She gasped and tried to pull back, only to hear DJ's voice above her head. "You should greet me like this more often Cami. I kind of like it," he said without letting go of the curvaceous little bundle that pressed intimately against him. Cameron took careful aim and put her tennis shoe clad foot down with precision on his bare foot, covered only by the flip flop strap. "Let me go, DJ, or I swear, I'll break it," she said, telling herself the butterflies that were doing aerobatics in her stomach were only there because she was angry. Instead of letting loose, he tightened his arms and lifted, holding her against him as he stepped into the house, carefully kicking the door closed with his foot. He ignored her struggles and the amazing things that feeling her soft body against his were doing to him. Grimacing as her foot caught his shin, he managed to cart her into the living room that was just off the front hall and dropped her into the overstuffed couch. "What, no kiss? No hello to your favorite soon-to-be stepbrother." "I'd rather gargle with glass." "Ouch," DJ said, smiling down at her and stepping quickly back as she reached out to kick him again. "Where's the love in that?" "That's my point exactly. Mom was expecting Dan, not you." She turned around until she could get out of the couch feeling at a distinct disadvantage with him standing over her like that. "Dad had to do a few things down at the store he could close it up. He asked me to come and get the two of you. So why aren't you undressed?" "I'm not going. I have too much studying to do." She moved a few steps away and warily put her hand out as he followed her. "Oh, come on. You look like you could use some fun in the sun." He reached out and pulled a lock of her hair out of the tidy ponytail she'd fastened earlier. "Besides, your mom is worried about you; she says you spend too much time with your nose in a book." "And you spend too much time with yours in my business," she snapped, yanking her hair out of his fingers. "I have to study if I ever want to make it into a decent medical school. I don't have time to lollygag out at a nude beach with a group of giggling admirers hanging on my every word." "From what I've seen, you don't even have one admirer hanging on anything of yours, Cami. And who the hell uses a word like lollygag?" Cameron felt the scream building in her chest, wanting to be let loose while she punched his lights out. "I do," she said between gritted teeth. "I'm too busy trying to make something of myself to be hanging out with people like you who so happily live off daddy's money." "Cameron!" Clarissa's shocked voice rang out. Oh, shit, Cami thought. This conversation just really took a turn for the worse. "Apologize to DJ, my lord, girl. I don't know what's gotten into you that you two can't be nice to each other." Clarissa stepped forward, a huge tote bag in one hand and a hamper of food in the other. "I'm sorry I said what I thought, DJ," Cameron said, staring at him in shock as he started laughing. "Talk about a non apology," he said, shaking his head. "It's okay, Clarissa. That's one thing I really like about Cami. She says what she means." Cameron blinked in surprise at the compliment. "Yes, sometimes it a very good trait, but others," she sighed as she looked at her only child. "Some days I think she'll be the death of me." Cameron walked over and gave her mother a kiss. "But you love me anyway," she said. "Someone has to," Clarissa said, pulling on Cami's long ponytail. "Now, I'll have my cell phone with me in case you need anything and I left some potato salad in the fridge for you. Lock the doors after we go, there's been that rash of burglaries in the neighborhood. And try to do something other than study, you're going to turn into a book if you keep it up the way you have." "Yes mother," Cameron said on a sigh. "You'd think I was twelve instead of twenty." "I could stay and baby sit her for you, Clarissa, if you'd like," DJ offered. "Okay, okay, I know, I'm an over protective mother." She handed DJ the hamper of food, pressing another kiss on Cami's soft cheek. "Just remember, you can always come and join us later if you want. We'd love to have you, wouldn't we, DJ?" DJ's pulse jumped. If you only knew, Clarissa, he thought. "Of course, I can always use another giggling groupie." "You keep wishing, DJ, and while you're at it, hold your breath too." She watched, astonished, as he threw his head back and laughed before leaning over and kissing her cheek himself. The sensation of his lips against her skin was a shock, awareness shooting through her like lightning. Clarissa shooed him out and they left, leaving Cameron standing in the front door watching them go. ~*~ Going back to her books, Cameron tried to study chemical compounds and theories, equations and findings, but none of it sunk in. She kept thinking about how DJ's lips had felt and the urge she'd had to turn her head and feel them against her own lips. Finally slamming the thick book shut, she set it aside, going to her window to look out over their back yard. It was very private with tall fences surrounding the pool area and the patio. Her mother wanted it that way because they both enjoyed sunning naked and didn't want the prying eyes of their neighbors to watch them. A swim might be the best thing for her right now. She stripped off her jeans and tank top, slipping off the silk and lace of her red thong, before grabbing a towel and heading down stairs. It was hot outside of the air conditioned house, the cement scorching her bare feet as she hurried out to the deck surrounding the in ground pool. Dropping the towel over one of the deck chairs, she took two steps and dove into the water, slicing through the sparkling surface in one clean move. The water felt almost sinful against her skin, cool and clean, silky on her naked breasts and belly. She swam underwater until she got to the shallow end of the pool, flipping around underwater to swim back before surfacing. And then she started to do laps, allowing her mind to wander as the steady pace and monotonous rhythm of the stroke took no thought. It felt wonderful, reaching and kicking, pushing water with her cupped hand, slipping through the water with what looked like such little effort. After about twenty laps, she climbed out of the pool, water glinting like diamonds on her pale skin. She didn't bother with the towel, instead lying down on the long loungers and letting the sun dry her body. The heat felt wonderful after the coolness of the water and she relaxed, closing her eyes and slowly sliding into sleep. When she woke, the sun was going down. She stretched like a mink, thinking for a second about jumping back into the pool but then responsibility reared its ugly head and she knew she had to go back and do some more studying. With a sigh, she retrieved her towel, carrying it in front of her and going through the sliding glass door into the house. It hit her immediately, like an eerie prediction. Someone else was in the house! She quietly wrapped the towel around her curvy body, not wanting to face anyone while she was nude. Then sneaking through the house, she started towards the front door, determined to go out and get help. She wouldn't be one of those dumb slasher film starlets who headed up the stairs instead of going out the front door. No one was in the kitchen and she slipped through the swinging door that led to the dining room, seeing on the table a pile of valuables that had been taken from other rooms, including her jewelry case and purse. Outrage struck, as well as an obscene feeling of being violated. The person or persons who'd been robbing houses in the neighborhood was in her house, and they were being robbed. The only thing she could do was call the police, but to do that, she had to get out of the house. She sneaked through the dining room, forcing herself to not look at the pile of things on the table. Passing the overstuffed couch that DJ had thrown her on earlier in the day, she felt a surge of relief, she was almost out. "Well, look at what we have here." Cameron spun around, grabbing the towel that almost dropped. The man before her was dressed in dark charcoal gray down to the leather gloves he wore on his hands. Even the stocking cap he wore pulled down over his face was gray. "Sleeping beauty finally woke up," said another voice from behind her. Another man, taller than the first with a huge beer belly, dressed all in black, stepped forward, his glove covered hand coming down on her bare shoulder. "You didn't need to cover up on our account, missy. We kind of enjoyed the view." "Don't touch me!" she snapped, trying to spin away from his hand. "Oh, geez, she doesn't want to be friendly," the first man said, stepping closer and boxing her in between him and the other man. "That's too bad. The friendly ones always have an easier time of it." "Yeah, but they are no where near as fun as the ones that fight," the other man said, his hand fisting in her towel. Cameron desperately held onto the terrycloth fabric as the man yanked but she was no match for his strength. She was spun from the cloth, losing her balance and tripping on her own feet to fall against the couch. Her ankle was twisted and she could feel it swelling, pain hitting her like a freight train. The man in gray was standing over her, his eyes roaming over her nakedness with avid lust. "Wow, she's better close up than she was out on that lounge," he said, staring at her lush curves. Cameron tried to stand on her own, but couldn't put any weight on her foot; instead, she leaned against the couch, covering her breasts with her arms and the patch of red curls between her thighs with her hand. "Please," she said, more scared than she could remember being before in her life. "Please don't touch me. Just take the stuff and leave; you can tie me up if you want. I won't tell anyone. I promise." Her pleas were met with laughter. "You promise, huh?" Tears were streaming down her cheeks, partially pain, partially terror. Why hadn't she gone with her mom and DJ tonight? "I won't tell anyone," she said, trying to sound as sincere as she could. "Move your arms and let us have a look, then maybe we'll leave you alone." The man in black stepped forward, putting his hand on his partner's arm. "Yeah," said the man in gray. "Move your hands and spread your legs out and let us have a peek and then maybe we'll leave." Anguish mixed with fear, and all of that was pierced with indecision. What they wanted of her was abhorrent, but what choice did she have? With a small whimper, she dropped her arms slowly to her sides, moving her hand away from the trimmed red hair of her bush. Cameron could feel the blush rise from her chest, covering her in red blotches of shame. "Nice tits, there sister," the man in gray said, sidling even closer. "Now, part them legs and let's see what's between em." Cameron sat down on the arm of the couch, moving slowly as if by hesitating, they might change their minds and just leave her alone. Instead, it seemed to make them mad, and the man in gray reached out and pushed her down, grabbing her knee in his hand and yanking it away from the other one. "Oh," she cried out, his hand rough and hard against her skin. "Stop!" "Then keep em open, girlie. We want a good look." The man in gray dropped to his knees, holding her legs apart with his hands. He also lifted them, keeping her balance precarious and forcing her to hold onto the arm of the couch with her hands so that she didn't fall backwards. The man in gray brought his stocking capped covered face close to the soft pink flesh he could see between her legs, breathing deeply of her scent. His hands slid from her knees and up to her thighs, laughing as she struggled to close her legs against him. His fingers touched the lightly furred skin, brushing over her lower lips almost gently. "No!" Cami screamed, holding on with one hand while she tried to hit him with the other. Her hand made contact with his face, slapping hard against his yarn covered skin with a noise that sounded like a thud. He looked up at her, his eyes glittering behind the mask. "I was so hoping you'd do that. Grab her arms and move that table out of the way. It looks like we're going to get some pussy after all tonight." Cameron screamed even as she struggled against the two big men. But she was no match for their strength. Their fingers dug into her skin, bruising and twisting her soft flesh. The coffee table was knocked out of the way and pushed against the wall. And between the two men, she was forced flat on her back, the man in gray still between her legs. "Hold her arms, I go first," he said, leaning over her and rubbing his hand over her breast. He took the pale pink nipple between his fingers and squeezed until she squirmed and cried out in pain. "Please, don't. Stop, oh God, stop it. You're hurting me." Her voice rose until she was screaming out the words but he wouldn't stop, finally bending down and taking her now reddened nipple into his mouth, his teeth biting down on the soft flesh of her breast. With her hands held by the man above her, being rubbed against the hard length of his cock under his pants, she couldn't fight though she tried to kick and to bite, but they were to strong. His hand was down between her thighs and she felt his finger pushing into her dry flesh, stretching her soft opening until it burned and hurt her. "Bitch is dry," the man said, removing his hand and spitting on it then rubbing his saliva into her crotch as if to moisten it. Then she felt him fumbling at his pants and she struggled harder, knowing he was going to rape her. Breaking and Entering ~*~ DJ walked along the beach, feeling the warm light of the sun touching his body as it began to set over the lake. It was a beautiful sight and he stopped for a moment to enjoy the colors, the bright reds and oranges, the subtle hints of purple that grew and changed to magenta, all reflected in the smooth surface of the water. The party was behind him, loud music, and a beer tent, everyone getting ready for the firework display. But for some reason, DJ wasn't in the mood for a party. His mind was elsewhere. He stopped at the edge of the lake and took a drink out of the beer bottle he was carrying. So lost in thought was he that when two hands slipped over his stomach and naked breasts pressed into his back, he jumped. A giggle told him who he would find when he turned around and he sighed. "Janie, I told you I wanted to be alone." "Yeah, but you didn't mean it," she said, wiggling her slim form against him so that he could feel the heat of her against his back. "You just said that so I'd follow you." DJ closed his eyes in frustration. "Okay, I said, Janie, I want to be alone and you took that to mean you should follow me?" He turned, pushing her gently away from him. "Of course, you just wanted everyone to think you wanted to be alone. I saw the look you gave me. I know what it meant." She stepped back towards him and DJ sidestepped, trying to keep her from touching him. "No, Janie, I wanted everyone to leave me alone, including you. I've told you I'm not interested in you that way. And I meant it." He turned to leave but heard her sob as she fell to the sand at his feet. With a heartfelt sigh of annoyance and a roll of his eyes, he turned back to her, seeing her staring up at him with her blonde hair tangled around her. She was very pretty with a cute little body that he knew from experience went from zero to wet in about point two seconds. "Listen," he said, not wanting to hurt her. "We've had some fun and I've really enjoyed the stuff we've done together, but I'm in love with someone else," he said in a rush. Shock stopped him as he heard his voice say those words. His mind flew and suddenly he realized why he'd tortured Cameron so badly for the years their parents had dated. He wanted her, not as his sister but as his--period. He was so lost in thought, he didn't see Janie move. But he felt the small hand that wrapped around his cock. He tried to step back, but she had a hold of him. As he watched, she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around him. Hot, scorching wetness trapped him, making him groan. He felt his cock start to stiffen as her lips moved over him, her tongue tracing and tickling the underside. For an instant, he was lost in the sensation and then, like a bucket of cold water being thrown over him, he realized what he was doing. He wrapped his hand in her blonde hair and pulled, feeling his cock pop out of her mouth like a cork from a bottle. Spittle drooled out around her lips, and he felt disgust. "I tell you I love someone and you try to give me a blow job? Grow up, Janie." He let her drop into the sand and drained the beer from the bottle in his hand before heading back towards the party and the beach house where he had a locker to store his stuff in. Janie's screams and recriminations followed him as she sat, pouting, in the sand where he'd pushed her. DJ waved at his dad and Cami's mom and then went into the beach house, going to his locker and getting dressed. Then he rushed out to his car. He was going over to see Cameron now, before he chickened out and became just as pathetic as Janie. The idea of following Cameron around and begging for scraps of affection was just too bleak to imagine. ~*~ "Check out them tits. Think they're real?" "Only one way to tell for sure, gotta give them the squeeze test." The man in gray said, watching as his partner took the girl's wrists both in one hand and clamped his other over her luscious boobs. He knew they were real; he'd had a taste of them babies already. But he liked the terror and loathing in the girl's eyes and knew she hated what they were doing to her. "Gotta squeeze em hard, partner." Cameron screamed as his fingers bit into her tender skin, bruising her and leaving finger sized welts upon her breasts. She could feel the other man's penis pushing against her thigh, leaving a trail of stickiness against her skin that disgusted her and made her feel dirty. "Don't you think you should get to the fucking? We don't want them coming home and finding us doing their daughter in the living room." "We got lots of time. The parents are down at that nudey beach. They got a big party going on there. No one will be home for hours yet." The gray man reached once more between her thighs, stroking gently, finding the hidden bud of her clit. "I want to get her wet and make her like it," he said as he circled the small bud. "It makes em hate it all the more if they like it." "You're a sick mother fucker, ain't you partner." But his hands gentled against her breast, his fingers finding and twiddling her nipple in little circles. Cameron struggled and fought, tears slipping from her eyes into her hair. She couldn't move, couldn't bear thinking about what they were doing to her. She hated their touch on her body. And when she felt the man in gray sliding down her body, his mouth licking across her stomach, she struggled even harder. "I don't think she wants you tasting her honey pot." "That'll make it all the sweeter when I do," his partner said with a laugh. "I gotta get this bitch going so she'll give us both a good ride." "Think she'll bite me if I try and get her to suck my cock?" The man in gray held her legs apart with his body, his fingers opening her soft nether lips. He looked up at his partner. "You really ain't never done this before have you?" "No, I told you that." "Let me get her warmed up and then I bet she'll do whatever we want," he said before turning his attention back to the sweet little cunt that was under his fingers. He licked his lips before taking his first taste of her dry flesh. Cameron fought and kicked even as she felt her body moisten. She didn't want this but her body was preparing the way for her to be raped. She bucked her hips, trying to knock him off of her, but he held on and fastened his lips around her clit, sucking it between his lips. "NO!" she screamed, hating that despite her disgust and fear, what he did felt good. It had been ages since she'd slept with anyone, since she'd felt someone else's hands on her body but her own. But just because it felt good didn't mean she was going to give in to what he was doing. It just made her struggle more. He kept at it, licking and nibbling, suckling and poking until he deemed her "good and wet". Then he slid up her body, grabbing her face in his hand and forcing her to look at him. Cameron, forced to stare into the brown eyes of her rapist, tried to show all the loathing and hatred she felt for him in her eyes. He laughed, enjoying her fight and shifted his hips, his cock pushing against her now wet cunt. "Lay still and enjoy it, bitch," he hissed as he felt her opening around the invading head of his hard cock. Suddenly his weight was off of her, his body gone. She blinked, not sure what had happened and felt two hands lifting her by her wrists and dragging her against a hard body. There was a loud flicking noise and suddenly a sharp, cold blade was at her throat. "Don't move," a voice hissed in her ear. "Stay still and I won't have to slice you." "Let her go." Cameron almost fainted at the sound of DJ's voice, only the pressure of the blade at her throat holding her upright. She searched the room and found him standing over the unconscious form of her other attacker. His body was rigid, his hands curved into fists as he stared at the welts and bruises that were quickly darkening on her naked body. "Don't move," the guy in black shouted, staring down at his unconscious partner. "You take one step and I swear I'll slice her throat." The blade shook against her skin, nicking her and causing a drop of blood to trail down her throat. Cameron held completely still, staring at DJ with desperation in her gaze. "Take it easy, you don't want to hurt her," DJ said, holding his hands out in a placating motion though his words denied the gesture. "If you hurt her at all, I promise you, I'll hunt you down and kill you." "I won't hurt her; I'm just going to take her and my partner there at your feet out of here. When I get somewhere safe, I'll let her loose." "You're not leaving this room with her," DJ said, his voice hard as he stared the man down. "And how are you going to stop me without getting her killed?" "We'll make a deal," DJ said. "You leave her, you can leave and I'll give you a twenty minute head start before I call the cops. That's the best deal you're going to get. Otherwise I'll break your arm and take that knife away before you have the chance to even think of using it." The man in black stood there, indecisive. He stared at DJ who was just as tall as he was but more muscular. Then suddenly, he moved his arm, throwing Cameron towards DJ and turning to run out the door. And right into the arms of the police whose car had pulled up a second before the front door opened as the man in black ran out. DJ grabbed Cameron in his arms, pulling her close to him as she clung to the polo shirt he was wearing, desperately grabbing fistfuls of the material. Sobs gathered in her chest and spilled from her, wracking her slender frame with shuddering jerks. She couldn't speak, she couldn't move, she could just lean against him and cry. DJ pulled the small blanket that hung on the back of the couch off and wrapped it around her naked form, holding her to him gently even as the cops came in. "Is she okay?" one asked him. "She was almost raped; they had her pinned to the floor when I came into the house." "We'll get an ambulance." "No," Cameron said as her voice hitched. She wiped her eyes on one corner of the blanket pulling slightly away from DJ. "He didn't penetrate, I'm fine." "But..." "No, ambulance," she said again, stubbornly. "Okay, but we need to get a statement from you, Miss...?" "Cameron James, officer," Cameron said, wrapping the blanket more securely around her body and huddling back in DJ's arms. "Miss James, and we'll need your statement also, DJ." "Can it wait until tomorrow, Brad? Cami's been through the wringer and ..." "Now would be better, DJ, I'm sorry," Brad interrupted. Cameron shrugged out of his arms and sat down on the couch. "Could I at least put on my robe?" The officer sent someone to get the robe and started with his questions. After hearing Cameron's side and listening to what DJ had found when he'd come in, plus the fact that the two men had been caught red handed, their haul left in the dining room, there weren't many questions to be asked. They were still in the house thought when Clarissa and Dan showed up an hour later. Cameron had gone to her room to put some clothes on, leaving DJ to answer any questions. He quickly explained what had happened, finishing when Cameron was walking out of the bathroom, dressed in a loose fitting sundress that covered most of the bruises on her breasts, though left the ones on her arms and wrists bare. "Oh, baby," her mother cried, coming up to wrap Cameron in her arms. "Are you sure you shouldn't go to the hospital and be checked out?" Cameron sighed and leaned her head against her mother, breathing in the familiar scent of suntan oil and her mother's perfume. "I'm fine, mom. Really," she said, looking into her mother's worried brown eyes. Clarissa ran her hand over her daughter's bright head, pressing a kiss on her cheek. "You go sit down and I'm going to make you some soup," she said. Cameron laughed and patted her mother on the back as she hugged her tight. "Mom, chicken and noodles don't cure everything." "Yeah, but it never hurts either. Don't argue with me, go sit down with DJ and Dan and I'll be right out." Clarissa gently pushed her toward the living room, watching with worried eyes as she walked with a limping gait through the archway that separated the living room from the hall. DJ stood when she came in, walking over and swooping her up in his arms to carry her over to the couch and then propped her foot up with pillows. "You shouldn't be walking on that. As a matter of fact, you should be in the hospital right now." "I hate hospitals," Cameron said, her eyes still wide from the suddenness of his move. Dan started to laugh. "That's the most ridiculous thing I've heard. You hate hospitals but you want to be a doctor, how is that supposed to make sense." "It makes perfect sense," Cami said, smiling at Dan. "Doctors make the worst patients." DJ shook his head. "That doesn't matter, you could have broken something or they could have seriously hurt you. You should be looked at." "God, DJ, quit being such a woman," Cami said, looking up at him since he still stood over her. "And stop hovering, I'm fine. I'm a hell of a lot tougher than I look." "Fine, I'll stop hovering. As a matter of fact, I'll just get out of here all together." He started towards the door, stopping only when Clarissa called his name. He kissed her cheek, giving her a loose hug. "She's fine, Clarissa. I'm going before I say something that we both regret." "Like telling her you love her?" Clarissa asked, smiling with that serene smile that only mothers can perfect. She chuckled softly as she looked into his startled face, patting his cheek. "Don't worry, DJ, I don't think she's figured it out yet. And I promise not to tell her either, but I think you should." "Yeah, like that'll work out. She hates me, Clarissa. She's hated me since the first day you introduced us. She'd laugh in my face if I told her how I feel." His head dropped and then he heard Cami's bright laughter. "I've got to go," he said, summoning up a half smile and turning to hurry out the door. Clarissa sighed and shook her head, closing the door after him and locking it tightly. Then she walked to the living room to cluck over her daughter. ~*~ DJ stared up at her window in the darkness. He couldn't believe he was standing here contemplating what he was. He was crazy, he had to be. After driving around town, a feat which didn't take as long as he wished it would, he'd driven back to the beach, staring at the fireworks that blazed across the sky from his car window. His mind was in such turmoil that he couldn't appreciate the beauty in those flashes of red and blue, silver and gold, green and purple. Even the more elaborate designs that shot across the sky, living and dying in that one bright burst of colorful light couldn't interest him. All he kept seeing was the welts and bruises on Cami's body. They'd done a job on her, leaving bruises and bite marks that would take a while to heal. And how long would it take for the scars on her psyche to heal as well? He didn't know but he wanted to be able to do something for her, to help somehow. But nothing seemed right. How did he overcome her hatred of him? Starting the car, he left the beach without even seeing the big finale of color that exploded over the lake rivaling even the sunset he'd seen earlier. And then he found himself here. Now he leaned against his car, staring up at her bedroom window with a frown on his handsome face. He was crazy. She was probably sleeping and here he was contemplating climbing that rickety wooden trellis to get up to her room. He'd probably break his damn neck. With a sigh, he started across the yard and grabbed a hold of the old wood, praying it would hold is weight. Half way up it creaked and he heard the wood splinter. With a muffled curse, he threw himself forward, grabbing the ledge outside her window and pulling himself up. He managed to get his foot jammed against the brick and hauled himself up. He knocked on the window, peering inside the dark room. The light turned on and he saw Cami, fear easily seen on her face until she saw him looking inside her room. Shocked, she slid out of bed and hurried to the window, opening it and helping him inside. "What are you doing here?" she hissed as he fell inside the window, rolling to his feet as she stumbled back. "I was worried about you," he said, rubbing his elbow where it had connected against the hard floor, hitting his funny bone and making it tingle. "You were worried about me?" She laughed, sitting on the side of her mussed bed. "Yeah, what's so hard to believe about that? I can't be worried about you after you've almost been raped and maybe killed?" His eyes roamed over her, enjoying how she looked in a thin tank top that followed the lines of her body with the faithfulness of a lover's hand and the short shorts that hugged her ass and left all of her long curvy legs bare to his eyes. "It's hard to believe because you've never worried about me before, why should you start now?" She crossed her arms, the movement causing her breasts to jiggle enticingly. "You've just been through a really bad experience." "Oh, it's a bad experience that has you here, so if I flunk my chem final, are you going to climb up the trellis and wake me up in the middle of the night too?" She stared up at him, still in shock that he was here, especially after the dream he'd woke her out of. He'd been in her room then too, but he hadn't been wearing the cut off shorts and polo shirt he was wearing now. He'd been naked and in her bed, his body tangled with hers, between her thighs, making love to her with such intense passion that when he had knocked on her window, she'd had problems figuring out what was reality and what was dream. And now he was in her room and she was still trying to get her mind out of that dream and back into the here and now. "If you needed me here if you flunked your chem final, you'd only have to ask." He stepped forward, sinking down next to her on the bed. "I'd be here for you, Cami." He pushed a lock of her hair back off of her forehead. "Okay," she said, pushing his hand away. "What did you do with DJ? Is he in the mother ship?" "Funny," he said, letting his hand drop into his lap. "I try to be sensitive and understanding and I get lip from you." She stared at him like he was insane, a feeling he was beginning to empathize with. He felt insane, sitting in her bedroom, staring at the trappings of her youth from the china dolls sitting on the shelf on her wall to the pom poms that were hanging crossed on her wall. Even her diploma, framed prettily, was hung on her wall along with all her numerous awards from high school and college. There was a picture of her from prom with her date, a tall gangly guy who seemed more than nervous as he posed with a younger Cami who looked radiant in a turquoise blue long dress, a sparkling tiara in her red hair. She looked so gorgeous and even a little shy in the picture, a look he'd never seen when she was around him. "I'm sorry," Cami said, surprising him. "I shouldn't make fun of you, especially after you saved me earlier today. " She paused, looking at him as if a thought just hit her, a thought that screamed that something was wrong. "How did you come to be where I needed you today? Why weren't you at the party?" DJ stared at her, his mind racing. The moment of truth was at hand and he found he couldn't tell her. "Uh, ESP?" he stuttered. "That's very funny, DJ," she said with absolutely no humor in her voice. "Now what's the real reason?" "I got bored and decided baiting you would be more fun than the beach." "I'm sorry, I find that hard to believe." She turned, scooting sideways on the bed until she faced him, her knee brushing against his bare thigh. Breaking and Entering Her skin felt warm and smooth against his, soft as he'd always known she'd be. He couldn't help but remember the way she'd felt in his arms, clinging to him, her nude body pressed against him. DJ couldn't help but wish that she hadn't turned to him in fear but rather in passion and want. His eyes traveled over the shorts and top she had worn to bed, wondering what she would look like in satins and laces and felt his cock stir at the image his mind conjured up of her slender pale body dressed in black satin. Cami would be magnificent in black satin. "Earth to DJ? Hey, DJ are you in there?" Cami waved her hands in front of his face, drawing him from his fantasy of slowly stripping the black satin from her skin. "Oh, yeah, sorry. What were you saying?" His cheeks flushed in embarrassment as she gave him a calculating look. She must know what he'd been thinking; she was looking at him suspiciously. "Have you been drinking?" "Drinking? No, I only had a couple of beers in the beer tent at the beach, nothing since I left here. Why?" "Well something's got you acting weird." She shrugged and he watched as the strap from her tank top fell from her shoulder, catching against her arm, exposing the upper curve of her plump breast. He knew from earlier that she was gorgeous with a set of tits that could stop traffic, and this teasing glimpse had him squirming next to her, a light sheen of sweat breaking out on his upper lip. God he wanted her. "Did it ever occur to you that you have me weird?" he asked before he could stop himself. "Huh?" Cami's eyes grew hard. "What do you mean by that? Are you implying that what happened to me earlier is my fault?" The shocked expression on his face would have placated Cami but she was seeing red. "Don't be dumb, Cami. I know you didn't ask for it?" "Yeah, right, I know what you're thinking. I was outside sunbathing nude and those guys saw me and knew I must be a slut because who else but a slut runs around outside naked. I must want to be fucked and fucked hard. So yeah, let's give her what she's asking for even though she's screaming no and fighting...mmph." His lips were hard on hers stopping her words. His arms wrapped around her body, yanking her over and onto his lap, letting her feel the hard length of his cock against her hip. DJ felt her hands, balled into fists, pushing against his shoulder for a moment then they opened, her palms running over his shoulders and around his neck, one hand twining in his dark hair. Her mouth opened under his, her tongue coming out to play and tangle with his, gentling his kiss into one that no longer punished but gave. Her body was still warm from sleep, and soft under the light clothing she wore. He could feel the tips of her breasts as they hardened, pushing against the fabric that separated their skin, poking against his chest like little flames. Her thigh was against his cock, pressing with delicious intimacy that sent his desire flaming. "Oh, God, Cami," he moaned against her mouth. "I want you." He heard her breath catch, felt her hand grip his shoulder and then she was turning in his arms, her legs coming around to straddle him so that she faced him. Dragging her lips from his, she reached for his shirt, pulling it up and over his head until all that tanned hard skin was bare to her eyes and exploring hands. She stared at him a moment, enjoying the way her pale skin looked against his dark body as she stroked down his chest, stopping to investigate every place she thought would bring him pleasure. When her hand brushed under the jean material at his waist, he thought he'd burst. He groaned his head falling back leaving his throat bared to her lips and teeth. Gritting his teeth, he felt her hot mouth against his skin, his hands coming up to her tank top, grabbing the material and pulling it over her head. The thin material ripped as he dragged it from her arms. Cami laughed, wicked and soft, sending a shot of lust through his system that was hotter than anything he'd felt before. And then her breasts, bare and lush, were against his chest, their soft weight more delicious than anything he'd ever felt before. He felt so good Cami felt the purr that came from her start at her toes and work its way up. Leaning against him, feeling his bare skin against hers was erotic and sensual torture of a kind she didn't want to give up. Her mouth sought his, hearing his breath catch, the sound like an intimate caress. She could feel herself growing wet and pressed her crotch against the hard bulge that pushed against the denim of his cut offs. She teased him, undulating against him with tempting motions, each one ending with her pressed against him. DJ tore his mouth from the sweetness of hers, his breathing a ragged hiss between his teeth. "Where did you learn to move this way?" he croaked. "Lap Dancing 101," she teased, circling her hips before grinding against him. "All the freshman girls have to take it, it's required." "I need to go to college," he moaned, grabbing her hips and pulling her against him. "I wanna volunteer my time to the class. They can practice on me." "Oh, sorry, they don't accept beach bums," she leaned over and kissed him, taking the rancor out of her words. "But I do," she whispered, leaning close to his ear. "You should see what we have to do to ace the exam." He growled as her tongue teased the inside of his ear, slipping sensuously around the whorl until he grabbed her waist and flipped her over, pushing his weight between her thighs to hold her still. "You're enjoying yourself aren't you?" He pushed her hands above her head, and then slid his palms down her slender arms, enjoying the way she felt beneath him. His fingers trailed across her shoulder and over the slight hill of her collarbone slipping steadily downward until he could cup the roundness of her breast in his hand. Cami felt a thrill of fear rush through her as he pinned her under him and for one moment DJ's tanned face changed to a dark mask and muddy brown eyes that gleamed with lust and malice. "No!" she cried, pushing her hands against his chest and knocking him backward to scramble up and cower by her pillows, grabbing one to cover her naked breasts. "Don't touch me!" DJ slowly picked himself up from the floor where she'd knocked him, holding out his hand. "Cami," he said quietly, his voice soft and full of the pain he felt for her. "It's me, DJ. You're safe." She looked up at him, the fear slowly draining from her face to be replaced by anger and embarrassment. "Oh, God. DJ, I'm sorry. I...You looked like that man that tried to..." "Shh, baby, it's okay." He sat next to her, close but not touching. "It's to be expected, Cami, considering what you've been through." "Do I disgust you?" she asked him suddenly. "I mean, you saw what he was doing to me. Does that make me...dirty to you?" He stared at her in shock. "Cami how could you even think such a thing? None of that was your fault. None of it," he said, his voice strong. Cami dropped the pillow and threw herself into his arms. She felt safe with him, with the way his arms enclosed her in his warmth, his head resting gently against her hair, his hand stroking over her back with comforting touches. "I've never been so scared in my entire life," she whispered as tears flowed down over her cheeks, wetting his shoulder. "But it's over now, baby," he said, kissing her hair softly. He hated the fact that she had to go through this and wished he'd done more damage to the assholes who'd hurt her. "Shh," he whispered as she trembled against him. Very slowly DJ twisted them both around and managed to lie back on the bed, Cami locked against his chest. Her sobs had dwindled to an occasionally hiccup by the time he pulled the blanket up and over the two of them, reaching over her to flick the switch on the bedside lamp. The darkness in the room seemed to cocoon the two of them, as if they were the only two people in the world. "Go to sleep," he whispered, stroking her long hair where it flowed down her back and onto the bed. "I'll be here in case you need me." Cami sighed, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. His scent, sunshine and beach, male mixed with just a hint of sweat, flooded her senses and made her feel safe. She could hear his heart beating in her ear from where her head was pressed against his chest. And the warmth of his body around hers so alive and gentle. When her breathing evened out and he was sure she was asleep, DJ tried to slip out from under her, only to feel her arms tighten around him. She murmured in her sleep and he caught the sound of his name. With a smile, he pulled her closer, kissing her head and told himself he could sleep a few hours here and be out of the house before either of their parents woke up. ~*~ "Cam, honey? I've brought you some breakfast." Clarissa opened her daughter's bedroom door after tapping on it lightly. She walked over to the bed, balancing the tray with her daughter's favorite omelet, three slices of bacon and toast along with a huge glass of orange juice, with ease. "Come on, honey. It's time to get up." DJ woke slowly, opening bleary eyes to see light yellow walls with white trim. His mind was just as bleary as his eyes and for a moment he didn't know where he was. And then the memory of last night came back to him and he smiled, feeling her soft form snuggled against his side, her back to him. Cami's long hair was across his chest and her hand was tangled in his that he had tucked under her. "Come on, kiddo, time to rise and shine." His first thought on hearing Clarissa's voice was...Oh shit. He felt Cami stirring next to him, her body moving with intimate ease against his. And then when Clarissa spoke again, Cami stopped moving and he knew she was awake and as aware of what trouble they were in as he was. "I'm up, Mom. Give me a few minutes to get dressed, okay?" Her voice was muffled by the blanket that had gotten pulled up so that she could barely see anything but the wall above her bed. "No problem, dear. I'll just leave your breakfast here." Cami felt relief flood through her as she heard the clink of dishes as her mother sat down the tray. Footsteps moved around the room and then she heard her mother gasp. Cami closed her eyes, knowing what had been found. She'd tossed DJ's shirt onto the floor last night, his flip flops were kicked off when he'd curled into bed with her. And her mother held them in her hands. "Cameron Anne James," her mother said, her voice soft with warning. "What is this?" Cami turned and stared up at DJ who stared back at her with an oh shit look on his face. He sighed and his hand pulled down the blanket, staring at Clarissa with an embarrassed smile. "Hi Clarissa," he said finally. "How are you?" "Daniel Thomas," she said, her voice shocked. "What are you doing here?" "I was worried about Cami, Clarissa, so I showed up last night to see how she was." "And how did you end up in her bed together?" her mother's lips were pursed tight with disapproval. Cameron sat up, holding the sheet to her naked breasts. "It's my fault, mom. I got upset and DJ held me. We both fell asleep. Nothing happened, mom, really." Clarissa glanced askance at Cameron's bare shoulders and the deep cleavage left just under the sheet. "You were so upset you had to take off your clothes?" "That's my fault, Clarissa. I accidentally ripped her tank top." DJ knew how lame that sounded but he couldn't come up with any better story. "I think it's time you leave now DJ. I need to speak with my daughter." DJ slid out of bed, looking back at Cami once as she sat amidst the mussed covers, her hair down around her shoulders, looking sleepy and beautiful. He tried to smile at her reassuringly, but she stared down at her blanket, her fingers kneading the material nervously. "I'll call you later, Cami," he said, taking his shirt from Clarissa and slipping his feet into his shoes. Cami glanced up and tried to smile. And then he slid out of the room, walking down the stairs and slipping out the door before his father could see him. He felt like a coward, running away and leaving Cameron to take the blame for everything instead of staying and taking his part of the blame. If she'd but said one word, he'd have stayed, just one word. But she hadn't. Hopping into his car, he stared up at the window for just a second, seeing Cami staring down at him. She waved, and then turned away and walked away from the window. ~*~ Cameron hurried out of the house a couple of hours later, determined to continue with her life as if what had happened to her was no big deal. She wouldn't allow those men to dictate their will upon her and disrupt her life more than they already had. She drove the twenty miles to her college, hiked through the huge campus and took her seat in her first class of the day, Psychology and Abnormal Behavior. Forcing herself to smile and joke was a little more difficult but she managed to get through the class and the normal coffee clutch discussion afterward. And then she was off to Chemistry to take her final. After a grueling ninety minute exam that had her head aching and her brain spinning, she ducked her friends and headed back across campus to go home. The parking structure was almost unusually quiet for this time of day, but then again, she usually went down to the student union and had coffee after class. For all she knew this could be normal. But it made her nervous, this big warehouse size garage that echoed her footsteps as she hurried towards her car. She got out her keys before she got to the car, determined to get inside and to lock the door behind her and then sit and have a nervous breakdown. She never made it. There was the sound of squealing tires, the smell of burning rubber and then two hands reached out and grabbed her arm, holding her tightly and yanking her into a van. A hood was drawn over her face, thick material that blocked out all light and also made it difficult to breath. Her heart raced as she felt the hands that had grabbed her run over her body and then heard a distinctive metal clanking noise. Handcuff bracelets were put around her wrists, securing them behind her before she could even think of fighting back; her keys were taken from her as was her book bag. She heard a car door slam and then the sliding door of the van was trundled shut. Cami was thrown backwards by the forward velocity of the van as who ever was driving floored the accelerator. It all happened so suddenly, she didn't have a chance to be scared until she was sitting on the floor of the van, a hand on the small of her back holding her down. "Please, don't...hurt me," she whimpered, hating the sound of her voice muffled and whiny sounded behind the hood. "Behave and we won't have to," a male voice said above her head. "It really depends on your parents; if they can talk the police into dropping the charges on our buddies then you have nothing to worry about. If not," his voice lowered menacingly, his hand slid down and ran with deliberate meaning over her jean covered ass, "we might have to make sure they know we mean business." Cami held her breath as he squeezed her bottom through the worn denim. She'd survived one attempted rape only to be taken hostage and subjected to more humiliation. "Don't," she pleaded, trying to squirm away from his marauding hand. But he was too strong, squeezing and rubbing her butt cheeks with little grunts of appreciation. "Please," she gasped, fighting for air under the thick material of the hood. "I'll behave. Please stop!" She heaved a huge sight of relief when he removed his hand, only to shriek in surprise and fear when she was flipped on to her back, her hands pressing into her skin as she lay upon them. His hand was back, pulling up the plain red tee shirt she'd thrown on this morning until it lay above her breasts, exposing lacy red cups of her bra that barely restrained the mounds of her flesh. "Nice," he said, letting his hand slither across her body. He stroked the skin across her ribs, creating a wave of goose flesh that had her nipples hardening despite her fear and loathing. Pulling down one red silk cup, he stroked the tip of his thumb across her hard nipple, squeezing with his fingers. Cameron gasped loudly, fear and humiliation fighting for dominance in her slender body. A cry of fear was wrung from her only seconds later as warm lips were wrapped around her quivering nipple and a wet tongue began stabbing at the hard peak. He suckled noisily upon her as she tried desperately to wiggle away. But it was impossible and soon he had pushed her bra above her breasts, the band at the bottom tight around her chest. His mouth slathered over her skin, wringing cry after disgusted cry out of her mouth. Whimpers and pleas for him to stop seemed only to make him more aggressive. She kicked out with her feet, trying to connect but unable to see where he was. "Leave her alone!" The voice came from the front of the van and surprised Cami mostly because it was female. But it had the desired effect and the man who'd been abusing her moved away. He left her shirt and bra up, and Cami, unable to push them back into place, felt cold air swirling around her nipples. "I could have just done her once, you know," she heard her assailant say, his voice further away. "And I could use my stun gun on your nuts," the woman said. "She's not to be harmed until we find out if they are letting them go or not." "Sha..." the man started to say, his voice whiny. "Don't say my name, you ass. Geez, you think I could have someone at least with a brain helping me do this. Just shut up and sit back there. Don't touch her again." They drove for what seemed like hours to Cami in her blind state. She had no concept of direction and no idea where they were at. She just lay on the hard rough carpeted floor of the van, her back arched, her hands asleep under her. She'd tried turning on her side to take some of the pressure off of her hand but the man just yanked her back, his hand squeezing one of her breasts as he did. When the van finally stopped and she was yanked from the floor, her legs shook so much she wasn't sure if she would be able to stand. Gravity had her shirt falling down her body but her bra stayed up where he had put it, the band cutting into her upper chest. She couldn't see where she was through the thick material of the hood but was forced to walk, her steps tentative without her eyes or hands to help guide her way. A door was opened and she was pushed up three wooden steps and into a room. It was hot in the room, the air felt close on her arms, and cloying as if the room hadn't been used in a long time. She was sat in a chair, her legs tied to the chair legs. "Close your eyes." It was the woman's voice, and she sounded mad. Cameron closed her eyes and sat and waited. She didn't have long to wait, fingers worked at the knots on the bag that was around her throat, loosening it to pull it from her head. And then a long strip of gray duct tape was placed across her eyes, keeping them shut. But Cami didn't mind, getting that bag off was worth being blinded this way. She'd been feeling more claustrophobic and hot and sweaty under that material, the hot air in the room actually felt cool against her flushed cheeks. When she heard the jingle of keys and felt fingers on her wrist she could have cried for joy. Then pain hit as the bracelets were taken off and the circulation was restored to her hands. It felt as if a thousand tiny electrodes were stuck in her skin and set off all at once, shooting pain that traveled up her arms and made her cry out with the agony. Before she had a chance to recover, her hands were taped down to the chair using long strips of duct tape that pulled at the fine hair on her arms. Her shirt was lifted and Cami tensed with the thought of what was to happen next. Breaking and Entering "Well, the jerk was right," the soft female voice said close to her ear. "You are quite beautiful." Slender fingers lifted her breasts away from her body as if measuring and weighing the soft globes. Slim thumbs brushed against her pale nipples, twiddling them in a way that made Cami gasp. Gentle touches aroused despite her desperate straits, and she tried to ignore what the woman was doing to her. "Don't worry, Cameron," the woman said, loosing her breasts and pulling her bra down over them before stroking the red mark made by the band. "If push comes to shove, I get first crack at you. You'll enjoy what we do together." "Who are you?" Cami gasped, feeling soft lips caress her cheek. "Never you mind. If your parents do as they are instructed then you won't have to worry about me or him. We'll set you free and you'll be able to make your own way back home." She got up and walked away, closing the door behind her, leaving Cami alone in the dark. ~*~ DJ burst through the door of Clarissa's home, his eyes shadowed with worry, his face half wild as his imagination played through all the things that could be happening to her. A uniformed policeman moved to stop him, blocking his way. "He's okay," Dan said, his arms wrapped around a sobbing Clarissa. "He's my son." "What's going on?" DJ asked furiously, staring at all the men in uniform and out that were wandering around the room. "We don't know much, son. Cami's car was found deserted in the campus parking structure, a note left taped to the steering wheel." Dan tried to soothe his furious and frustrated son, nodding down to where Clarissa sobbed in his arms. DJ forced himself to take a long deep breath, holding it for ten seconds. It didn't calm him much but he was able to control some of his emotions and not upset Clarissa more than she was. "What did the note say?" "They want us to drop all the charges on the two men who broke in here and give them $500,000. We've got until tomorrow to raise the money." Clarissa raised red rimmed eyes and stared up at DJ. "Otherwise they will start sending her back to us in pieces." "Oh, God," he moaned, his hand coming out to rest with gentle support upon Clarissa's shoulder. "We'll get the money, Clarissa. And we'll get the cops to drop the charges. Cami will be home in no time and safe and sound." "I've talked to Burt down at the bank already and they are getting the money together. I need you to stay with Clarissa while I go pick it up." Dan ran his hands down Clarissa's back, holding her close. He'd do anything to make this woman happy, she'd restored his faith in love and gave him a new life the moment she'd said yes to going out with him. And come fall, he'd make her his wife. "There has to be something they can do. Or something I can do. I can't just sit around here, dad." DJ paced back and forth, his long lean body tensed with nervous energy. "Why are all these cops here, don't they have something they can be doing to find Cami?" "They are putting taps on the phone lines and setting up a command center here, DJ. We're waiting to hear from the kidnappers. They said they would call in the note they left." "Shouldn't they be out checking with the family of those two men, I mean, shit, I'm not a cop but even I can come up with that. It has to be a family member, who else would care if they went to jail or not." "DJ, you've got to settle down. The cops know what they are doing. And they are doing everything in their power to get Cami back. I know you're worried, we all are, but stomping around in here questioning what the police are doing isn't helping anyone." Clarissa studied the younger version of her Dan with a knowing eye. "Dan, I think DJ is in love with Cami," she said, her voice just loud enough for the two men to hear. DJ felt the flush that settled in his cheeks under her gaze. He looked from Clarissa's tear stained cheeks and up to the questioningly look from his father. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and nodded. "Yeah, I'm in love with her. But she doesn't know and if I don't get her back then I won't be able to tell her." Dan reached out, laying his hand on DJ's shoulder. "We'll get her back, son. We just have to do what the kidnappers want. And that means getting the money together and dropping the charges on those two burglars." With a suddenness that caused DJ to jerk, startled by the shrill noise, the phone rang. Dan turned towards the headset sitting on the stand next to the couch. He picked it up, his arm still around Clarissa. Looking at the cops who were sitting at the small bar that sat on the pass through to the kitchen, he waited for the third ring before picking it up. "Hello," he said cautiously. He paused as the person on the other end of the line talked. "No, this is her stepfather. You can deal with me." Another pause though this one was longer. "Her mother is right here with me." Pause. "Yeah, I got it. But can I talk to her, make sure she is okay? Wait, don't hang up, please, just let me talk to her." He held the receiver away from his ear, closing his eyes. "What?" Clarissa asked. "What did they say?" Dan hit the off button on the phone. "They wanted to know if I had the money and then told me that they would call again later." He turned to look at his bride to be. "They wouldn't let me talk to her, Rissa. I'm sorry." "It's not your fault, Dan. You're doing everything in your power to get this over with. I know that and so does Cami." Clarissa stood with her arms crossed, her hands holding her elbows as if were she to let go, she'd collapse. "I have to go get the money, but then I'll be back." Dan bent down and let his lips linger against Clarissa's mouth, his hand gentle on her cheek. "I'll be right back," he repeated, staring into her eyes. She nodded, her eyes hollow with fear and watched him walk out the door. ~*~ Cami rubbed the tape across her eyes against the shoulder of her tee shirt. Slowly but surely it was coming loose, pulling at the small hair at her temples. She could open one eye now part way even though the tape made it painful. And she could see her surroundings. It was a depressing sight, a small room with wood nailed over the broken window, glass sparkling on the cracked linoleum floor. The chair she was in was the only furniture in the room. There was a door that was shut and another that was opened that looked as if it led into another part of the house. Now that she could partially see, she started working at the tape that bound her arms to the chair, yanking and pulling, rubbing it against the splintered arm, trying to pull some slack into it so that maybe she could pull her arm out from under it. The adhesive was strong, and she felt blood start to flow as it tore bits of her skin off of her flesh. Whimpers of pain came from her mouth, the only sound she would allow. She didn't know if her kidnappers were outside or in the next room or gone all together but she couldn't take the chance that they could hear her. It took time, too much time she thought, feeling a desperate anxiety to be away from this place, but soon her right hand was free. It hurt, where the skin had been torn away and the adhesive had settled into her flesh, leaving welts and cuts. She tried to ignore the pain as she ripped the tape from her face, wincing as it tore at her hair. And then she started on her other hand, breaking two nails below the bed line on the tape as she peeled it away. When it was free, she quickly untied the rope around her ankles and stood, feeling the blood returning to her extremities with painful intensity. Her bad ankle wanted to collapse but she refused to give in to the pain. Going to the door, she found it padlocked from the outside. The only window was boarded over so she had no choice but to go through the house and look for some other way out. Cami limped as quietly as she could through the house, going from room to room searching for a way out. All the windows on the main floor had been boarded over. The only other door was buried under a ton of debris, including an old hot water heater and a moldering desk. "Dammit!" She cringed as her voice echoed throughout the empty house, sounding too loud to her ears. She had no other choice but to head up the stairs. Taking a hold of the railing with both hands, she put one foot gingerly on the first tread, hearing it squeak and pop under her weight. The next one creaked. The fourth step broke under her weight and she had to jump over it or find herself with her leg caught in the stairwell when the kidnappers came back. The upstairs was in worse repair than the down with ceilings that were barely hanging and floors that tipped and tilted as the foundation settled. One window was unbroken and it resisted her attempts to open it. Finally, sheltering her face with her arm, she used her elbow, wrapped in her tee shirt, to break out the glass. The roof below the window was steeply inclined. Cami could do nothing but say a prayer that she wouldn't kill herself and stepped through the window onto the roof. ~*~ When Dan came back he had a small satchel in his hand. He handed it to one of the policemen who would take it to their tech man and have a small surveillance device implanted in the material of the satchel itself and another one slid in between the packs of money. DJ had been busy while Dan was gone, asking questions of the cops, trying to find out as much as he could about the men who were still held down at the county jail. As soon as his father came back, he gave him a hug, kissed Clarissa on the cheek, and left. He had an idea and he was going to do everything in his power to get Cami back. But he needed help and one of the biggest geeks/computer experts in town happened to be a friend of his. Pulling into his driveway, he could only pray that Randy would be home. He answered on the first knock. "Hey, DJ what brings you out this way?" "I need your help," DJ said, pushing past the tall, skinny man dressed in a loud short sleeved Hawaiian shirt and shorts that came down past his knees. Dark blue dress socks came halfway up his calves and his feet were clad in expensive leather sandals. His hair was slicked back was smelly hair oil that DJ teased him about all the time and his eyes were magnified by huge coke bottle glasses. Randy's mom came out and greeted him, amazed as always when she saw her skinny son with the well built man who'd befriended him so many years ago in high school. DJ had kept Randy from getting the snot kicked out of him more than once, and she was grateful. "How's your dad?" she asked. "Getting nervous yet about the upcoming nuptials? "No, ma'am. But we do have a problem and I need Randy's help. If you don't mind that is." "No, of course not, anything we can do to help." She smiled and waved, going back into the kitchen and leaving the two of them alone. "I need you to find out all you can about two men. They were caught yesterday breaking and entering at Cameron's house. I need to know relatives, if either were married, if they have any property in the immediate area. And I need to know quick." "What's going on?" Randy asked, heading through the living room and into his bedroom which still looked like it did in high school except for the high tech computer equipment that occupied one entire wall of the room. "Cami's been kidnapped. They're asking for money and the release of those two men from jail. That tells me that the kidnappers are related to those two. If I can figure out where they might have her stashed then I can go and get her now." DJ sat on the edge of Randy's bed, watching while the skinny guy turned on his computer, hearing the sound of the high tech machine warming up. Within seconds it was ready and Randy started typing in information. "I'm going to have to do some hacking, get into some of the government files and pull up some of the info you want, DJ. It could take a few minutes." Randy continued typing, looking up from the keyboard and perusing what came up on the computer screen every few minutes. "Hmm, nothing under the first name you gave me." He used the mouse and clicked a few boxes before typing more. "I think I may have something here, DJ. The second name, well he's married and his wife owns property out by the Fairview area." He wrote down the address, handing the paper to DJ. "I owe you, Randy." He took the paper and ran out of the house. ~*~ Cameron felt her feet sliding and grabbed the ledge of the windowsill, a gasping shriek coming from her mouth. Her stomach hit the roof and her air was knocked out of her with a whoosh. Scrabbling with her feet, she fought to find some kind of traction on the slippery shingles, glancing at the long distance between the edge of the roof and the ground with a shiver of fear. Using her knees, she managed to steady herself. Cami let go with one hand, reaching out to find some kind of handhold to let her body down a little until she could reach the gutters. If they weren't rotted out she should be able to let herself down from one of them. But finding a stable handhold was difficult. The roof was slick with rot and mold. Everything she tried grabbing on to crumble in her hand. She struggled, finally coming to the decision that she would have to pry some boards off one of the other windows when she heard a car pulling into the driveway which was on the other side of the house. She couldn't see it from where she was. "Oh God," she whispered. "They can't find me up here like this." Her arm was tired from holding her weight up and when she went to reach for the ledge with her free hand, she almost fell. A startled shriek was wrenched from her and then a hissed curse. She heard the front door bang open and knew her kidnappers had heard her. Even as she tried to decide what to do, whether to just let go and pray she wasn't hurt too badly by the fall or to try and pull herself in and take her chances fighting the kidnappers, a large hand grabbed her wrist. She struggled and fought with but was pulled up. "Cami, stop. It's me." DJ's voice never sounded so sweet. "DJ? How did you find me?" She reached up with her other hand and let him pull her back in, launching herself into his arms the second her feet touched the floor. "I just had an idea and it panned out. Are you okay?" DJ wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him as if he'd never let go. "I am now," she said, snuggling into his arms and lifting her face to his. DJ couldn't do anything but accept the invitation, his mouth finding hers with passion born of love and fear for her safety. Their lips touched, brushed and parted only to touch again. She clung to his strength as her world swayed dizzily, lost in the sensations that he created inside of her. He broke the kiss reluctantly, staring down at her sweet face as if memorizing it. "We need to get out of here, Cami love. Your mom and my dad have been arranging your ransom, I think we should get there before they actually pay it." She nodded and then gasped as he lifted her in his arms. Her arms went around his neck, holding on to him as he carefully made his way out of the rickety house. The stairs were tricky but he managed and he smiled down at her as he turned towards the front room of the house where she'd been held. "Put her down!" DJ stared at the man standing in front of the broken door. He was dressed in gray clothing, a huge pistol in his hand. With a muttered curse, he carefully set Cami down, stepping in front of her and protecting her with his body. "I've called the cops, they should be here soon." "Yeah, sure you did," the man waved his pistol, sneering at DJ. "I know your type, kid. Rich and spoiled. I bet you haven't done a day's decent work in your life. You wouldn't call the cops, you'd want to be the hero and rescue the girl on your own." "Not true, I called them from my car on my way here. They were only a few minutes behind me." DJ kept his arm back behind him, herding Cami around so that she stayed protected by his body as he scooted closer to the armed man. "Listen," he said suddenly. "I hear sirens." The man glanced behind him, the pistol waving in his hands. It was all the opening that DJ had been waiting for. He pushed Cami back and leaped on the gunman, grabbing his arm and pushing it up toward the ceiling. It went off with a loud explosion, the bullet burying itself into the cracked ceiling, sending down a shower of plaster and dust. DJ beat the man's gun hand into the edge of the door until the gun went skittering away from him and across the floor. There was the sound of skin meeting skin as fists flew with rabid intensity. DJ knocked the man backwards with a punch to his jaw that had him flat out on the floor. He didn't stay there though, jumping up to launched himself at DJ, knocking him to the floor. They rolled on the cracked linoleum, neither one able to get the upper hand. "Get off of him," the gunman heard, the voice close to him. He also heard the sound of his .9 being cocked right next to his ear. Grimacing, he rose slowly, raising his arms above his head. DJ stood up, feeling his lip swelling from where a blow had landed. Blood trickled from his nose and the side of his mouth. The gunman was in similar shape, his eye swelling and turning black, his nose bleeding a steady stream over his mouth and down his chin. He took the gun from Cami, wiping away the blood from his face with his sleeve. "Have a seat," he said, pointing to the chair where Cami had been tied. He went and stood behind him, nodding towards the roll of duct tape that had been left on the floor. "Tape him up, Cami. And make sure it's tight. I'd hate for him to get away before the cops actually do get here." "You didn't call them?" she asked, astonished. "No, I wasn't sure if this was going to be the right place or not, so I thought I'd wait until after I found you and then got you home." He laughed at the consternation in her eyes. "We'll just find a way to kidnap her again," the man said, his voice angry and full of venom. "You can't watch her forever." "You won't kidnap her if you're dead," DJ hissed, furious at the thought that they wouldn't back down. He pushed the gun against the man's head, hard. Cameron finished taping the man's wrists. She stood, gently taking DJ's hand and tugging at it until he looked away from the man, the violence in his eyes ebbing as he stared down at her. "He's not worth it, DJ. He's not worth being on your conscience nor on mine. Please," she begged, looking up at him with those soft blue eyes that always made him melt. "Okay, baby. I won't kill him. Finish up on his legs and then let's get out of here." He touched her cheek with his hand, unable to stop himself from making that small connection with her. Cami taped up his legs, making sure the tape was on tight and using up most of the roll. She then took one last long piece and slapped it on his mouth, making sure the ends were tight across his ears and into his hair. DJ put the safety on the gun and shoved it into the back of his jeans, lifting Cami one more time to carry her out to the car. He handed her his cell phone. "As soon as we have a signal, call the cops. This is the address. Tell them they can come out and let him loose." And then they were on their way home. ~*~*~*~ The two thieves never made it out of jail and were convicted of attempted rape, assault with a deadly weapon and robbery. The woman and man who'd kidnapped Cami were both caught and charged. None of them would see free sky for many years. DJ was lauded as a hero and given a medal by the police department. It had been two weeks since he'd found Cami up on that roof and he hadn't been able to get any time alone with her. He was going nuts. Every time he showed up at her home, Clarissa made some excuse to stay in the room. Breaking and Entering So once more, he stood outside her window in the middle of the night. He tossed the pebbles he'd picked up in his hand, selecting one and lobbing it at the glass. When nothing happened, he tossed another one and finally a third before he saw the light turn on in her room. She opened the drapes, looking out and spotting him and then finally opened her window. "DJ? What are you doing here?" She flipped her hair back from her face. "I have to talk to you. Can you come down, we'll go for a ride?" Cami looked indecisive, staring back into her room for a moment. Then she made up her mind. "I'll be right down. I've got to leave a note for my mom. She has a habit of coming in to check on me in the middle of the night now." "Okay," he said, suddenly feeling as if a large herd of butterflies had taken up residency in his stomach. He leaned against the side of his car until the front door opened and he caught a glimpse of her in the light from the lamp inside. She quietly closed the door and then skipped down the sidewalk towards him. DJ's breath caught at the sight of her. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, looking as soft as a cloud and gleaming with mysterious fire in the light of the street lamps. She was wearing a top and shorts that hugged her slender body, leaving her long legs bare to his avid gaze. Her breasts pressed against the fabric of her top, her nipples apparent in the dim light. He'd never seen her look more beautiful as she did at that moment walking towards him. He reached for her before he could stop himself, his lips finding hers, claiming hers with ferocious intent. His large hands slid down her back, molding her slender body to his, groaning at the contact of her softness pressing into him. He felt her lips open under his, the almost timid touch of her tongue against his lips as she responded to him with sweet innocent passion. "I missed you," he said, tearing his lips from hers while he still could. "I've seen you everyday," Cami said, teasing him. "You know what I mean, Cameron. I've missed holding you and kissing you. I want to make love to you." She shivered as she heard his words, desire coiling in her belly in hot waves. "And what makes you think that I'm interested?" she asked him, her voice husky. His hand slid up from her waist, slipping over the firm skin that covered her ribs, finally cupping her breast in his big hand. He felt her nipple harden into a tight point that pushed into his palm and felt the shudder that went through her. "Hmm, a little birdie told me," he said, his lips brushing against hers once more. He rubbed his thumb over that hard little point, listening to her soft moan that was lost against his lips. "Were we going to go for that ride?" she asked finally, feeling as if her legs didn't want to hold her up any more. "Or were you planning on giving the neighborhood a free show?" "What do you mean, free?" he asked, dropping a kiss on her nose. "I'm making them pay big for the privilege of watching this show." "Ha ha, funny," she said, smacking him gently on the arm. He opened her door and helped her in, before hurrying around to his side of the car. "Where are we going?" she asked as he pulled away from the curb. "Have you ever seen Rifle Lake at night?" "Not for a while. It's beautiful if I remember correctly." DJ took her hand in his, bringing it up to his lips. "I have a blanket and a bottle of wine in the back seat. I thought we could watch the moon over the lake for a while." "Sounds nice, though I have to wonder what you're getting out of this." Cami looked at him suspiciously. "A beautiful woman in the moonlight, good wine, maybe some soft music, do I need anything else?" DJ kissed her hand again. "Nice line, DJ, but I can't help but think that you've changed attitudes about me pretty quickly. I mean, just two weeks ago you couldn't stand me. You thought I was a stuck up, snobbish intellectual book worm. What's changed?" Cami couldn't believe she was asking him this, but it had been on her mind since the first time he'd kissed her. Not that she minded, but she had to wonder why he was suddenly so interested. He pulled into the parking lot of the nude beach which was mostly deserted at this time of night. Getting out of the car, he grabbed the wine, a couple of wine glasses and the blanket. Then he opened her car door. She sat there staring up at him, barely glancing at the hand he held out. "Are you going to answer me?" she asked him, crossing her arms over her chest. DJ sighed. "Yeah, I'll answer you after we find a spot to sit and watch the moon. Now come on before I have to pick you up and carry you." He held his hand out to her once more, holding it steady as she tried to out stubborn him. Finally, she placed her hand in his and got out of the car. They walked down toward the waterline and then off down the beach away from the bonfire that a group of teenagers were having. Just out of sight of the light of the fire, he spread the blanket out on the smooth sand, watching as she plopped down on the blanket and kicked off her sandals. "Okay, we're on the beach, now answer me." "Demanding little wretch aren't you?" "Yep, that's me. Spill it, DJ. Why in the world are you suddenly romancing me when before you did nothing but treat me like an annoying little sister?" DJ sat down, kicking off his own sandals and kneading his long toes into the sand. He set the glasses and bottle down and stared down at his knees. "I don't know exactly when it happened but you seemed to change right in front of my eyes. You weren't the annoying little sister anymore but a grown up beautiful woman." He looked up, glancing over at her to see her gazing at him with a strange look in her eyes. "Well, are you going to say something?" "So you're just attracted to me, then? This is just a physical thing?" He sighed heavily. "No, it isn't just attraction, Cami. Dammit, why do you have to make this so difficult?" She grinned, unapologetically. "Maybe because it's fun for me?" His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, then his arm snaked out grabbing her and pulling her into his arms. "Well this is fun for me," he said just before his mouth fused over hers. He groaned as he felt the heat of her mouth, tasted the dark passion of her lips. Her soft body pressed against him, making him forget everything else. "Cami," he groaned, twisting his lips against hers and feeling her respond. Her hands were on his shoulders, holding him, her lips were moving under his, mesmerizing him with electrifying sensations. Cami pushed him back so that he was on his back on the blanket. She lay on top of his chest, her mouth a hot brand of fire on his skin. He tasted of sweat and soap, sunshine and man, a taste that was arousing and addictive, bemusing and stimulating. Her tongue stroked his skin, her teeth nibbled with tempting little bites that had him moaning. DJ stroked his big hands up her back and then back down, caressing and kneading the curve of her ass as she arched against him, pressing her breasts against his chest. His eyes closed as he savored what she was doing to him, groaning as she shifted, settling her hands on his stomach under his shirt and pushing up. Her hair stroked his bare skin as she followed the path of her hands with her mouth, his shirt rising as her hands stroked over his chest. "Oh, God, Cami," he swallowed heavily when her tongue flicked over his nipple. "Do you know what you're doing to me?" "No," she said, smiling up at him. "But do you really want to go into this now, or would you prefer I just continue what I'm doing?" "Ah, let me think about that," he said, finishing with no pause. "Please, continue." She chuckled, nibbling on his chest as she yanked on his shirt getting him to sit up while she tore it over his head. His arms came down around her as she dropped his shirt on to the blanket. His hands found the hem of her tank top, lifting it up and over her head dropping it next to his. Then he pulled her close, groaning as the soft curve of her breasts pressed against his chest. "You feel so good," he said, huskily, looking into her eyes. "I've been wanting to do this since that first night when I climbed into your room." "What's stopped you?" she asked, moving against him so that her nipples traced fiery patterns across his skin. "Well, it might have something to do with you mother getting rid of that trellis," he said, his laugh cutting off as she threaded her fingers through his hair, bringing his mouth to hers. "So nothing is stopping you now," she whispered against his mouth. "Make love to me, DJ. Make me forget everything that happened. Make it like it never happened." He could do nothing but comply as her mouth hungrily feasted on his, twisting and moving until he grabbed the back of her head with one big hand, holding her still while he kissed her. His other hand was on the small of her back, holding her to him. His hand seemed huge compared to the slimness of her waist, his little finger slipping under the waistband of her running shorts. He stroked the soft warm skin that curved so deliciously into the rounded globes of her ass. His mouth left hers, starved for the taste of her, the softness of the skin under her ear, the warmth of her slender throat, the saltiness of her collarbone. He felt addicted on her, gorging on her sweetness as if having been deprived his entire life of her flavor, he couldn't get enough. His hand dropped to her waist, lifting her to her knees, finding the under curve of her breast with his tongue. Cameron's breath hissed in her lungs. Heat engulfed her being, passion unlike anything she'd felt before held her in its razor sharp grasp. His hand cupped her breast, his long fingers dancing gently across her skin, finding the taut pink tip and twisting it. The pleasure and need he created tripped along her nerve endings making her feel more alive and wanted then she'd ever felt before. "Please," she whimpered, arching her back to give him more access. "Please, DJ, I want to feel your mouth." "Are you sure?" he asked, remembering how she'd felt that night in her room, a night that had haunted him for what seemed like an eternity. She nodded, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. "If you get scared..." "I won't. I want you," she said, her hands roaming over his shoulders and his chest. "Please don't make me beg." When his mouth touched her skin, brushing over the areola that tightened with pleasure, she threw her head back, arching even more to off him everything she was. The heat of his mouth sent waves of longing that coiled in her loins, the tugging of his suckling sent pulses of need that contracted her womb until she felt like one mass of need. Her hips rocked against him, her body begging for that which she needed with a desire that was almost painful. He rolled, laying her down beneath him, his hands fastening in the waistband of her shorts and tugging them down until they tangled around her ankles. She kicked them off while his hand roamed the tender flesh he'd uncovered. He placed the palm of his hand on her flat stomach, sliding it down and over her panty covered mound, slipping his finger between her thighs to feel the heat of her pussy. Looking into her eyes, he pulled aside the panty that kept him from the soft wet flesh, tracing his finger against the soft hair covered lips. He parted those lips with his finger, slipping into a wetness that caused his body to ache with need. "God, Cami, you're so wet," he groaned. Her thighs felt weak. Her heart raced with excitement and need. She pushed against his hand, opening herself to him with a gasp. When he stroked her clit with the tip of his finger, her hands went to his wrist, holding on tightly. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice husky as he stared into her eyes. His hand stopped moving, waiting for her answer. "God, don't stop," she hissed. "I need you, DJ." His lips found hers as he circled her clit with his finger before pushing into the satiny sheath of her cunt, feeling how incredibly tight her opening was around him. She moved her hips under his hand, urging him on with soft moans and gasping whimpers. Slowly, he added another finger, feeling delicate flesh stretch with delicious tension. Using his thumb against her clit, he brought her to the brink of climax, holding her at that sharp edged peak until she clawed at him, begging and pleading for the pleasure that was just beyond her reach. His mouth found her nipple once more, sucking it in and flicking it with his tongue. His fingers increased their pace until she arched under him, as tight as a bow string, her head thrown back, eyes half closed. Crying out, she felt her body contract under his hand, waves of heated, prickly pleasure bursting from her loins, making her shake and shudder. He felt her orgasm as the muscles fluttered around his fingers and warm moisture flooded over his hand. Her body slowly relaxed even as little shocks of pleasure continued through her system. Her eyes closed, a satisfied and replete smile appearing on her lips, she sighed her pleasure. DJ stripped out of his shorts and the briefs he wore under them, pulling off her final garment also. When she was naked, he sank between her thighs, his cock poised at the entrance to her vagina. "Cami?" Her answer was a long humming moan. With an ease that surprised him, he pushed inside of her, the walls of her sheath tight around his shaft. Her eyes opened, staring up at him as he filled her with himself. "Are you okay?" he asked again, slowly pulling from her body and then thrusting back inside of her. "Don't you get tired of asking that question?" she asked him back, her hips beginning to move with his as passion began to build inside of her again. He chuckled, a husky sound that shivered through her. "You are something else, Cameron James." Her hands slowly slid down his back, pulling him down so that she could feel his weight against her. "Yes," she said in agreement, "I am. Now shut up and fuck me." His lips found hers, his tongue tangling with hers as he rocked his body against her. Her hands became claws, lightly scoring down his back as pleasure built inside of her. Whimpering cries were caught in his mouth. Pleasure captured, digging in razor sharp talons that grew and grew until his hands came down to her waist, holding her still while he pounded into her. Her head fell back, her lips dragging from his, her teeth gritting as ecstasy poured through her. He felt her come, the muscles contracting around his cock, the heat of her, the tightness pushing him over. Spurts of hot sperm shot into her, bathing her with the heat of his come. He groaned, jerking as it seemed to go on forever, the pleasure numbing his mind. He collapsed over her, his breathing harsh. He felt her hands rubbing down his back, slowly stroking his sweaty skin. Picking up his head, he stared into her eyes. "I love you, Cami." A radiant smile appeared curving her lush lips. Her eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim light of the moon. "It's about time you realized that," she said. "Well?" "Well, what?" she asked innocently, squirming under him in a provocative manner. "If you have to ask that then I guess there's no reason to continue this," he said, starting to pull away from her, only to laugh as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "You don't have to be in such a big hurry. God, can't you give a girl a chance to express herself?" She lifted her head, finding his lips and kissing him gently. "DJ?" "Yes?" "I love you, too." Breaking & Entering I felt a sense of dread for the coming week, seeing clearly just how pissed my boss would be once she returned from her New York shopping spree. The shit was going to hit the fan and by the time she was done, absolutely no one would be walking away clean and smelling of anything but! I was so tired from having suddenly been ripped out of my deep sleep by the phone call half an hour ago that I was even sure I was still dreaming after my eyes had opened. I could hear the rage already simmering from way across the Atlantic, her shrieking voice grating on my nerves while her shrivelled prune of a face chewed and wrinkled with anger. The call had been from the security company making me privy to the fact that the sensors in our little Off License had been triggered, setting off the burglar alarm. The Police were to arrive half an hour after and I was to be there to open up the shop for them. Providing the front of the shop wasn't wide open already! Fuck the bitch, I thought. I was back in the roughest part of town on a Saturday morning, at 04:35, assessing the damage while she was most probably spending the Christmas bonus she never gave us this year because she couldn't afford to. She'd only put my details down for "callout duty" and left me a note about it before she'd gone on her merry way. At that moment she was probably piss-drunk and spending the money she wouldn't even have had to her name if it wasn't for the minimum wage staff that worked without a break through Christmas and over the New Year holiday period. Let the bitch scream, no matter how the sound will strangle my nuts blue! But oh, the sight as I turned up at the shop. The burglars had done an admirable job and had left a considerable amount of damage that would cost a lot to take care of. They had broken into the flat above the shop, which wasn't being rented, and dug through the floors to drop in on us. Since it was the boss's idea to lock up the stockrooms, of which we had two separated from the rest of the shop by steel reinforced doors, they dug through the walls as well. But that was after they'd disconnected and stolen away with every piece of the security camera system minus the actual cameras themselves. Only the basic alarm system remained and I'd managed to turn off the alarm first thing. When I turned up at the shop, two Police Officers were waiting for me outside. Not looking too jolly but then again, they were good at hiding their amusement when need be. One man and one woman, dressed in black and looking like a typical pair of Jehovo's; the woman, I recognised, was a regular face on the street and I'd flirted briefly once, wondering what kind of response I would get. Well I hadn't got a baton up my arse and I hadn't got a phone number either but I did at least get an awkward smile out of her. The guy looked like a prick, like most male Police Officers in my vicinity turned out to be. Tall as horses, just as long in the face, shy around people and nervous around loud voices! They were there of course to make sure the burglars had already left the shop before we'd arrived and when they left me standing outside for ten useless minutes, the alarm blaring away in the dark early morning, one of the neighbours had popped his head out of a window and started to throw verbal abuse at me. Needless to say, I got bored quickly and followed the Police into the shop and that's when I saw the ceiling had caved in. The officers were wondering why I sounded so cheerful rather than upset and I told them simply that it wasn't my shop and since the boss was such a tight fisted cow, who could go on holiday four times a year while everyone else struggled to keep their electricity flowing, I was now not feeling too bitter about being awake at such an antisocial hour when I could have been sleeping off the effects of seven ten hour days a week! The guy was a prick after all and made it known when he told me I had a "strange attitude" towards my blessing of a job and the employer that gave me it in the first place. So I turned to him and said, 'you'd better go and check upstairs to see if none of them are hiding in the flat, don't you think?' while pointing up at the yawning hole in the ceiling. I myself went ahead without them into the hallway at the back of the shop and had to call the security company to get them to reset the alarm. That's when I saw the computer had gone along with all the rest. 'Oh my God,' she said and startled I turned around to see the WPC standing right behind me, seeing what I had seen. 'Where's Private Pyle?' I asked and purposely meaning to be rude, but she just smirked and a blush put the colour in her cheeks as I stood there redundantly with the phone hanging on my shoulder, talking to big brother. 'He went around the side to search the flat,' she told me. If I remembered her name right it was Sarah, but most of the time, the Police dressed up a lot so that you could never read their name tags, so I never knew her surname. It was pretty much tactical, I'm sure. A local reveller talks trash to a Constable and the next minute he's being arrested, booked and fined by a Sergeant but if an officer got rough-handed with a member of the community, they couldn't be so easily identified if need be. But then tactics were needed around here, so it's not like I completely discredited the Police for how they did things. Joy Riders and Drug Addicts had a presence in the local park here, gang violence happened every weekend, all weekend and shit needed shovelling. Sarah was one of those rare Police Officers I had come to respect even if I hadn't the opportunity to appreciate her for her role within the community. Only because she allowed me to speak to her as a person and not an authority figure! I had no respect for robots on power trips. How can a man protect what's his without human emotion or by distancing himself from what's more closely important to a man? Personally I liked to do things differently, or the old fashioned way, while she went by the rules but as much as she must have known I wasn't the most legitimate soul on God's grey Earth, I think she might have appreciated someone that wasn't intimidated by the uniform. But having said that, there was nothing else but a feminine face -- although minus any hint of makeup -- and one fine peach of an arse to indicate just how feminine she was underneath all the day-glow gear and the funny WPC hat she wore. As soon as we'd reset the alarm, I hung up the phone with a gruff sigh and set about doing absolutely nothing to do with the shop damage. What could I have done? 'Cup of tea?' I asked and she hesitantly declined. I just stood there tasting the awful early morning taste in my dry and sticky mouth without being able to think of anything else. 'So what will happen to the CCTV footage?' Sarah suddenly asked me. Of course, as I told her all the same, the footage before the computer was disconnected and stolen would be backed up online on the internet but as of this moment, we were now free to piss up the walls and drink all the whiskey. Nobody would ever know! 'So we should be able to catch a mug shot of them, hopefully,' she added but not so enthusiastically. 'Maybe if they turned on the lights to raid the shop and then turned them back off again before they left, but otherwise, I doubt it. It'll just go towards the insurance claim,' I explained and then got very bored of explaining things. 'So when everybody's getting drunk, stumbling home and in the throes of passion with each other, this is what you do on a post-Friday night?' Sarah suddenly looked at me and grinned, closing her eyes and voicing a sigh of accepted defeat before laughing quietly and nodding her head. 'Unfortunately yes,' she answered, 'how about you?' 'Me too,' I said and emphasised with a nod. 'Gladly though I don't have to share it with your friend upstairs,' I added with a careful whisper. 'He doesn't look like he knows how to make Friday night/Saturday morning much fun!' Sarah just nodded again and smirked as at that very moment, her partner bust through the front door, babbling into his radio about an escaping suspect. Her own radio blared out harshly at the same time with her partner's voice and still he remained unclear. 'Let's go!' he shouted and Sarah's face was a pure expression of confusion. Anybody with a little sense might know that a poorly trained dog might, on occasion, respond to the order, 'let's go.' More so if you waved a piece of meat in front of him and then ran in the desired direction. Sarah was not a dog. Sarah was clearly an intelligent human being that responded to Police procedure and needed a little bit more information than that. 'What are we doing?' she asked him. I walked back out into the shop and saw that the male PC was flustered and out of breath already. Not only that but he looked like someone had really pissed him off. It turned out that the burglars had run and hid back in the upstairs flat and had got the jump on him as he was searching the place. Not only that but days later I heard from one of the neighbours that they saw the Policeman running after two of them in circles around the front of the park. How we didn't hear this I have no idea. 'We've got the suspects, come on lets go,' he hasted and made for the door behind him again. I watched him disappear into the greying dawn but then as Sarah went to attend the situation, the shutters at the front of the shop collapsed and smashed down to the ground right in front of her with an almighty crash. 'Oh for fuck's sake,' I moaned out loud and went to the shutter switch on the wall by the alarm panel, expecting the shutters to lift back up again. They didn't! A fist rapped angrily on the dropped shutters and a voice belted, 'COME ON!!!' Sarah approached the shutters through the open door and tried to tell the idiot that they wouldn't lift... 'What?' came the genius reply. 'We're stuck, dickhead, the shutter's broke,' I shouted and found it hard not to laugh. Again, Sarah's radio sounded and I heard the officer's voice crackle loud with static and also from the street as I came up behind her. 'Apprehending burglary suspects along Mossington Road,' was all I heard before the tyres of the Police car screeched and the over-revved engine faded into the distance. Feeling a bit more than awkward and embarrassed for Sarah, I couldn't do anything but watch as she called for backup to be sent to her partner's whereabouts while he chased the suspects alone. This just might have taken all morning otherwise. I had taken enough stress myself and headed straight for the back storeroom, assessing the damage as I went. No reason to unlock the door, with all the damage that they had caused, I could simply step through the wall the burglar's had modified, or rather through the space where the wall once stood. The same old grey stock cabinet stood against the far wall, one door hung wide open and looking as though it had been emptied. I tutted to myself as I opened the one door left ajar but found that quite a few cigarette cartons had been left untouched. I unravelled a pack, took one out casually and lit it. Breathing in two huge lungfuls of smoke and exhaling loudly, filling the stockroom with a thick grey haze, I relaxed and turned to see Sarah had followed me and was giving me a look of some sort. It was part bemusement and part embarrassment. Those parts were easy to figure and didn't require much intelligence to understand. But the other parts I didn't quite get. She looked pretty wound up so I asked her if she smoked. She sure didn't! 'Interest you in any other form of stress relief this shop might offer?' I asked with a satisfied grin, puffing away like a steam train. 'Yeah... do you wanna fuck?' ... ... ... ... ... ... What did she say? Sarah suddenly walked, no, marched over to me, took me by the wrist and practically pulled me out of the room and into the kitchen at the end of the hallway. There stood the mostly empty table where a few coffee mugs stood redundantly. She whipped off her coat and threw it to the floor, unbuckled her utility belt and let her black trousers drop to the floor and simply said, 'take your pants off,' while I stood there dumbstruck, mouth agape and with a growing hard-on tenting my jeans. 'We probably don't have much time,' she warned almost impatiently, now discarding of her trousers and hitching herself up onto the table, facing me with a look of lust flushing her face. I didn't need telling another time. I quickly dropped my jeans and let my erection spring forth freely, rapidly stiffening to its full nine inches. Sarah, resting on one elbow, now wearing her white shirt and tie beneath her armour vest, lay before me in a pair of pink cotton knickers and all I could think was, 'I didn't expect pink cotton knickers...' I was even dumb enough to think she'd read my mind when she pulled the crotch to one side, revealing a nicely trimmed little pussy. She took my cock in one hand and dragged me towards her, saying, 'oh that's nice, fucking give it to me!' before practically trying to stab herself with my long stiff cock. Incensed by my sudden excitement and as Sarah was trying to guide me into her wet pussy, I took a firm grip of her hips and dragged her closer towards me at the edge of the table. Slowly I skewered her hot, slippery hole, pulling her onto my length and sunk deep into her. The move caused a sudden tear to well and fall from one eye and I realised I'd hurt her but we were in no position to wait. Cradling my hips with her legs, she drew me in deeper and grabbed hold of my forearms as I gripped the table for leverage and started begging me to fuck her. I withdrew to make sure I wasn't hurting her, not wanting to leave her with a limp and she demanded against it through gritted teeth, ordering me to fucking give it to her hard. With all the force I could muster, I slid back in balls-deep and started to pound at her, causing the vandalised plasterwork of the remaining wall to begin falling off in large clumps. The table absurdly slamming against the wall, leaving the ground and slamming back down again helped to build a heavy rhythm as I banged her hard, watching her beg and moan and beg and moan. 'What-time-do-you-get-off-duty?' I grunted, feeling her pussy welling up with her juices, dripping and soaking my cock and balls as I fucked away at her. 'I'm-supposed-to-be-off-duty-now,' she said with great difficulty as I was practically trying to hammer her through the wall. 'Fancy-coming-back-to-mine-to-take-my-statement?' I asked, feeling my back beginning to take too much strain holding her and the table down. 'Fuck-you,' she shouted, 'I-want-it-now-not-later!' Unable to take the weight anymore, I dragged her off the table and bent her over, spreading her legs for easy access. I grinned and spanked her perfect, peach-shaped arse. Then taking two handfuls of flesh from her hips, I penetrated her again. Those few seconds in the cool air of the early morning had made me realise then that her cunt was feverishly hot as I entered her. It was enough to make me realise I was close and so was she. Her muscles gripped me tightly before loosening up and letting me slide home inside her. Her arse acting like a perfect cushion for my now relentlessly bruised loins. I started to buck hard against her hard, using my feet to keep her legs apart and then used one hand to hold both of her wrists together behind her back. A typical dominant position that could have dangerously caused the situation to turn into trouble, I let my other hand free and pushed her head down onto the table and braced her there by her neck, bumping and grinding away at her from behind. 'Oh you dirty cunt,' she seethed through gritted teeth, 'remind me to put you on a fucking leash when we're done...' I felt her pussy contracting, tightening, a pressure building up. I in turn was closing in on the point of no return and drilled into her then with long, deep and firm strokes, bouncing back from her cushiony rump and homing in again constantly. Finally, the hot and heavy sting of an orgasm shooting out of me from deep within like a bolt of lightning caused my legs to buckle but I managed to stay standing, forcing myself into her as deep as I possibly could to shoot my burning hot come into her womb. She braced me hard, grinding down onto me and freeing her hands to claw at my back, trying to literally drive me into her before we collided one last time with all the force of a car wreck. I swore I felt my prostate collapse as the pleasure ripped through me intensely and almost becoming pain. I began to feel faint and so to prevent from falling backward, I fell on top of her. I grabbed her throat and pulled her back up to me as she screamed, kissing her neck roughly through her ruffled hair, feeling the life literally drain from me through my burning pulsating cock. We fell over onto the table, me on top of her and growing limp inside until I finally dropped out, feeling her dripping steadily from the release. We couldn't even breathe for a while but... BANG-BANG- BANG-BANG-BANG; came the sound of a fist hitting the shutters at the front of the shop! My heart missed several beats and nearly failed on the spot but then we started to laugh, excited again all of a sudden out of the risk of being caught. 'You'd best write down your name, number and address for me, just in case' she said hoarsely and I agreed. We got dressed in a hurry! Breaking and Entering My name is Derek and I am a burglar. And I love Christmas Eve. Not because I'm religious but because it makes my life easier. I mean who is going to question a man, dressed in red and white, carrying a sack, whilst climbing in through a window. And a fake beard hides most of the face as well. Only an hour ago an old lady shouted at me going into a house. I just turned back to her and winked. "Shh! You'll spoil the surprise." "Oh." She said. Then smiled at me and wandered of muttering about young dads and keeping the kids illusions alive. Like I said, too easy. Not that I'm a complete bastard. I don't take pressies and I don't do tellys. They are just too big and heavy. I look for dark houses, where the occupants are at the office Christmas party or at the relatives, nip in and scan for cash and jewellery. Now look at this house ahead. Quiet and unlit. I stole around the back and found a window that was not fully shut. Prising it open I leant in and listened. Nothing. Perfect. I clambered in, careful not to knock any of the plates lined up on the drainer. They had even left the tree lights on meaning I didn't have to use the torch I had in my back pocket. Quickly I scanned the living room for anything I could 'use'. No rings or money left lying about but there rarely is in the main rooms. So slowly I padded through the rest of the house, looking for the bedrooms. I eased open a door and walked in. Dark in here so I got out the torch and flicked it on. "Shit!!" I almost shouted in panic. There on the bed was a woman, asleep luckily. She was dressed in a festive dress, green and red, and very short. From here I could almost see her knickers. Quickly I decided to leave the house and try elsewhere. Abruptly she stirred groggily. "Craig? Is that you?" The woman slurred. She had obviously partaken of a lot of Christmas cheer. "I like the outfit. Very kinky. Are you going to fuck me like that? Please?" What the hell? Was she horny? She clearly didn't see I wasn't her boyfriend. Sod it, lets see where I can take this. I deepened my voice to a fake Father Christmas style. "Ho, ho, ho. Are you going to be a good girl for your present?" She lowered her chin but looked up at me. "Maybe... Or I could be a bad girl if you like!" She giggled and spread her legs apart, allowing me to gaze up the length of her thighs to the hidden delights beyond. She presented an image that pressed all my buttons. Kittenish and girly, looking up from beneath long lashes, playing with her large breasts and her legs akimbo. I had to get some of this. "Lie back and close your eyes" I ordered in my deep voice "I'll see what magic I can produce." She tittered again, falling backwards "Yes Santa. I always do as I'm told." I was thinking quickly and came to the conclusion that, unless she was very drunk, she would eventually twig that I wasn't who she though I was. I crossed to the large chest of draws I was going to look at when first entering the room. This time I wasn't looking for jewellery but for something to tie her down with. A blindfold might be a good idea as well. Quickly searching the draws I found some scarves. Pulling them out I was amused to see all manner of sex toys resting underneath them. "Well" I thought "She likes to play like this anyway." I Quickly fastened a scarf around her left ankle, pulled it tight and tied it to the bed. She moaned under her breath. "Be a good girl and keep your eyes shut" I admonished "otherwise the magic will disappear." The other ankle was secured to the opposite side and now she was spread nicely on her back. I glanced up from the foot of the bed, past her spread thighs, and looked at the tight white thong beyond. A darker patch had begun to appear on the cloth and I could almost smell her arousal. She was into this as much as I was starting to be. I walked around to the side of the bed, grabbing a few more scarves, and used one to cover her eyes. I eased her into a sitting position and started to haul her top up and over her head. "Arms up!" I ordered. And tugged off the thin material as she did as she was told. She had on a thin black bra with red lacy trim, that looked bloody fiddly to remove. So I got her to do it. "Take off your bra and show Santa your tits." She reached behind her and undid the annoying clip that we blokes always struggle with, slipping the lace and net material forward and off her breasts. The twin mounds of creamy smooth flesh quivered slightly as she lay back in response to my command, raising slightly as her hands went to the headboard as I secured them as well. I stood over her, surveying her body and trying to decide what I wanted to do to her next. Taking off my white false beard I slowly started to drawn and soft tip over her frame, starting at her neck and down over the collarbone and into the valley between her boobs. Her skin began to tighten and her nipples hardened, growing into hard tips atop her magnificent swells. Her breathing quickens as the sensation continued. The further down her body I trailed the beard, the darker the patch on her knickers became and the stronger the scent of her arousal. I led the teasing across her stomach and over her right hip, then down the outside of her leg to her ankle. Now I wanted to touch her myself so I chucked the beard and put my hand there instead, making her jump. I caressed her calf as I brought my hand up, until I got to her smooth inner thigh. As I squeezed close to her, now soaked, underwear I lent forward and tongued her nipple, bringing forth an exclamation of surprise and pleasure. She lifted her chest, as if trying to get more of her breast into my mouth. I swirled my tongue over and around her nipple and the darker surrounding area, occasionally sucking hard or nipping at the tip. Her breathing was now quick and shallow, almost panting, as I stretched the nipple in the light grip of my teeth. It pulled free from my mouth and sprang back, hard and erect, still wet from my saliva. I blew lightly across her chest, again getting a sharp inhalation from her, as the coldness puckered the areola. I love it when they do that. Its like the little bumps are braille reading 'Suck here.' Swapping to suckle on her other nipple, I continued playing with her pussy, coating her juices over my fingers by rubbing her labia, before dragging them up to circle her clit. Her back arched high when I even brushed the hard nub of her pleasure centre, moans and pants coming from her almost continually. She must be near to cuming now. Time to head south. I love the taste of a woman when she climaxes. The way the breath almost stops, then comes out in a long, drawn out scream, building in volume and intensity. And the way the labia swells and darkens with blood as the waves of ecstasy break. I love the way her tunnel contracts and grips the tongue and fingers, pulsing in time to her pleasure. I can't deny myself that. So I bend myself down and, with the tip of my tongue, flick her clit back and forth. God she tastes wonderful. Again she cries out as sensation floods into her brain. Needing to taste more of her I sweep my tongue down and across her labia, forcing my tongue as far into her sheathe as I can, curling my tongue to scoop out her sweet juice, before raising back up to circle her clit again. Now pressing my nose between her lips whilst moving my head from side to side to provide more stimulation. Her wetness coats my face and the smell of her excitement fills my nose as I continue to suck, nip and lick her clit, still dipping down to her pussy to refresh the slippery liquid coating my tongue. She is about to climax so I quickly stand up and swap positions so I am properly between her spread thighs. My mouth covers her pussy, tongue lapping her inside and out, whilst my nose rubs against her clit. She orgasms directly into my mouth, copious amounts of her clear, sweet fluid flooding onto my tongue so I can savour her taste and texture. It just keeps flowing. Either she was extremely turned on or I got very lucky and found a woman who can relax enough to ejaculate. Either way I love it. Slowly she starts to recover, still panting she demands "Fuck me now! I need your cock inside me. I need to be filled!." Who am I to deny such a request. I strip my trousers and pants off, put a pillow under her bum to give a bit of height, pull her knickers to the side again and slide inside her. She groans again as I come to the hilt, my pubic bone, slapping against hers, mashing her sensitive clit between our bodies. She is so soft and wet inside that I feel like I'm making love to silk, all be it silk that grips my cock and tries to stop it from leaving. I can feel her trying to free her legs, trying to wrap them around me and draw me further in. She is cuming again, aftershocks from her climax, coating my cock with the slick juice. Every time I withdraw, almost leaving her body entirely more fluid slips out and runs over me and her. My balls are coated and so are her arse cheeks and the pillow beneath. TING! Light-bulb moment. I rub her clit again with 2 fingers then reach round and, as I enter her again, slide them gently into her anus. Not far and not hard. Just enough to get her used to it. She gasps in surprise, then seems to relax a little. "But Craig, you don't like that." "But Santa does." I quipped back. We seemed to get into a rhythm where she would rock her arse further onto my fingers as I slammed my pubes into her clit, forcing them deeper. I decided that she probably liked it dirty and that I wanted to cum in her arse. I wondered if she had ever done DP. No time like the present to find out. I pulled out, eliciting an almost wounded cry from her, and grabbed a vibrator from her toy draw. One of those that have a built in clit tickler. Quickly I wiped it over her pussy to get it wet, then pushed it deep inside. After pumping it back and forth a few times I drew it out so just the tip was inside her. Then I lined myself up with her, still gaping bum, and pushed inside her. Her liquid still covered me and eased the passage, but still she was tight and hot. I pumped back and forth, filling her bum with my cock, before slipping the dildo back inside her again. Jesus! I thought she was tight before but now she was properly full the grip on me was intense. When I turned the vibrator on I knew I wasn't going to last long. And she looked to be in the same state. Again we got into a grove, with her pushing down towards me as I thrust both my cock and the fake phallus into her. Breathing was becoming quicker now on both our parts as the sensations on us grew. Suddenly she screamed out in orgasm again and her arse contracted around me, pulsing and pulling me in. That was it for me. I jetted deep into her, feeling like my balls had turned themselves inside out. Still her cum flooded out around the dildo down the valley of her thighs and over me. I looked up at her and discovered her face was limp and relaxed, rather than the rictus of orgasm I was used to seeing. I pulled out of her and discovered that she had passed out. Whether from the booze, the orgasm or just from screaming out for so long without breathing in I didn't know, but it seemed a good time to make an exit. I found her bathroom and wiped myself off before returning and quickly dressing. Looking across at her, still spread eagle and asleep I had an idea. I put the vibrator back inside her pussy but with the clit bit facing down so it was against her puckered bum. Then eased her drenched knickers over the top so it would be held in place. I debated if I should turn it on but as I said earlier I'm not a bastard and god knows when her boyfriend would be back. Speaking of which I grabbed a lipstick from her dresser and wrote a quick message on her stomach before I left. 'Merry Christmas Craig. You should have been here to enjoy your present with me. From Santa.' OK maybe I can be a bit of a bastard. Breaking and Entering As I approached my front door, I smiled to myself. It had been a fantastic day -- probably my best in the six weeks since I'd moved to the big city! My morning train had been on time and uncrowded for once, my bosses (all three of them!) had signed off on my proposal, and after work I'd had a productive session on the treadmill at the gym. On top of all that, the dice game that seemed to be going at all hours on the stoop of my building was even absent tonight, and I had the rare experience of entering my building without cat calls and come-ons. I climbed the stairs to the second story, turned right, and walked to the end of the hallway and the door to my apartment. Mine was a quiet unit, isolated from other tenants at the end of a long hall. I reached into my bag for my keys as I approached the door, buzzing with the happy energy of my day. I inserted the key in the lock with my right hand; turning the knob and pushing the door open I reached up and took out an earbud with my left. I shut the door, turned, and was confronted with a scene that turned my good day one hundred eighty degrees: three giant men, dressed in black sweatsuits and ski masks spun around to face the entryway. In the living room, two of them were attempting to detach my television from the wall, my blu-ray player already on the floor next to them. The third stood at the door to my bedroom, my laptop folded under his arm. Behind him, I could see the open window; they had apparently climbed up the fire escape and pried open the window that I always left cracked for ventilation against the onslaught of a brutally hot summer that had extended nearly into October. I stood with my hand suspended at my right ear. The only sound in the apartment was the creaking of floorboards under the shifting feet of the intruders as they paused momentarily at my unexpected(?) arrival. All I could see of any of the three was the black skin around their eyes and mouths, visible through the holes in the ski masks. "What the... FUCK!" I finally managed to yell, furious and shocked at once. "Oh shit!" one of the men in the living room responded, stepping away from the wall and grabbing the blu-ray while they both turned to the bedroom burglar, apparently seeking guidance. He placed the computer on my desk and stepping towards me, more confident than the other two who walked past us into the bedroom towards the open window. "Well well, looks like you came home at the wrong time, Lil' Red!" he chuckled to himself, pulling within inches of me and addressing me by my auburn hair, which was tucked in a ponytail after my workout. He bent over so that despite our nearly one foot difference in height, we were almost eye to eye. I clutched my phone behind my back while I frantically reached for the doorknob with my free hand. He drew closer still, I could feel his hot breath on my neck; his muscular chest almost pressing into my large breasts, which were compressed against by body by the yellow sports bra beneath my loose white t-shirt. "Just go. Get out, please! Please, I promise I won't call the police, just leave and don't hurt me!" "Oh, you're right you're not gonna call the cops!" he hissed, firmly grabbing me by the sleeve of my thin white t-shirt, "Cause if you do, we're gonna come back. And we won't be taking no TV when we do!" He moved his hand down the length of my torso, roughly squeezing the left side of my ass in his massive hand, two of his long probing fingers reaching between my cheeks and lightly grazing the rim of my asshole through my yoga pants and exercise thong. He paused like that for a moment, holding me there by my buttocks, our faces inches apart -- his hot breath smelling of coffee and cigarettes, flowing over me as I strained to look away from him. "You got a hell of a nice ass for a white girl." He grinned and leered down my shirt at the cleavage above my sports bra. Then he pulled away abruptly, moving back through the bedroom to the window, grabbing my camera and computer off my desk along the way. As he stepped through the portal, he turned and looked back at me, holding my gaze for a few brief seconds that felt a thousand times longer. Then he smiled again, winked, and ducked down the fire escape into the dark night. I stood, stunned and paralyzed for a moment, my world and sense of security splintered by this intrusion. Gradually, I became aware of my senses and surroundings; in my ear, Huey was finishing "All alone with you, All alone with you..." God, he was so right; I was completely alone in this city and so vulnera- no! I wasn't going to let this happen to me. I shook my head, ripped the earbud from my ear, and marched through my apartment, surveying the damage and assessing what had been taken. My fear transitioned to indignant rage. How dare those men come into my home, take my things -- touch my body in that way! -- and think that because they issued some threat, I wouldn't call the police!?! I turned off the music and dramatically punched 9-1-1 into my phone. I gave my name and address to the operator. "I'd like to report a robbery." My voice cracked as I forced out the words to the woman on the other end of the line, and told her my story. "I came home from work and there were men -- three men -- in my apartment, and they took my computer, camera, blu-ray player... I don't know what else. ... No, they aren't still here, they left. ... No, they didn't touch me," my mind strayed briefly to the assailant's grip on my butt as his fingers came dangerously close -- closer than anyone had been allowed -- to penetrating the barrier of my asshole. "He said I had a nice ass." I thought and blushed at the absurd memory as I continued answering questions. "No, I'm not hurt" I continued. "Ma'am, if you haven't been hurt and the assailants -- you said there were two of them?" "Three of them!" I corrected angrily, already sensing where the discussion was going. "Yes, three, ma'am. Look, if the burglars are no longer in your home and you aren't in any danger, you need to understand that the force is stretched thin and can't respond immediately to non-dangerous situations such as yo-" "NON-DANGEROUS?!" I nearly screamed at her. "There were three giant black men in my home when I came back from work! How is that not dangerous?!" I had entirely lost the buzz of my good day, as well as my patience with the emergency dispatcher. Was everyone in this city so callous?! "Ma'am, if you will please calm down, I will send a car to your address as soon as one is available. The officers will examine your home, take a statement from you, and file a report for you so that your insurance company can begin processing a claim for you in the morning. Are you ok, ma'am?" I took a deep breath; there was no need to lash out at this... person. I was rattled from my encounter, but like she said, the intruders were gone and the danger was passed. "I don't have insur-... nevermind. Yes, I'm all right, I guess. Do you have a rough estimate when there might be a car free in my area?" There was a weighty pause. "There should be a unit to your apartment by ten o'clock tonight." I almost exploded again. "TEN!?! It's barely seven!" I tried to gather myself again, taking a deep breath and exhaling dramatically. "Ok. Again, it's apartment 207." I hung up and looked around the mess of my bedroom. The books from my shelf were scattered across the floor, the papers from my desk strewn about the room, and the drawers of my dresser were torn out and laying upside down on the bedroom floor, their contents billowing out in a reversed cloud of t-shirts and underwear beneath them. "Guess I can't clean up any of this," I said aloud to the empty space, collapsing on my couch, "They'll need to dust for prints or whatever." I sat there, thinking about the abrupt turns my life had taken the last three months: graduation from college in June, a brief return to my parents' home in the sticks for a few weeks of limbo, and then I landed my job and moved to the big city. My parents' had had reservations about my living alone, a pretty (their word), naïve (again, their word) twenty three year old on her own for the first time, with all those... strangers around! I'd been unable to find a roommate (one who wasn't a complete nightmare), and had found an apartment I could (almost) afford in a neighborhood that wasn't a complete warzone. There was no talking me out of it, my parents had known that and so had given up arguing, and resorted instead to sending weekly cards containing earnest well-wishes and clusters of twenty dollar bills. No one in my neighborhood seemed to notice me anyway, whether it was the Russian lady at the corner market, or the Middle Eastern flower vendors. The only people who seemed to see or remember me were the guys who played dice on my stoop, who unleashed a string of sexual invitations any time I wore anything more revealing than a baggy sweatshirt. The sight of a white girl with a big ass, small(ish) waist, and large, pronounced breasts wasn't something they seemed willing to miss, as they were almost always on the stoop no matter what time I was returning home, waiting with a barrage of graphic "compliments" ("Bet you know how to use that fine ass, bitch!" "I'd love to put my twelve inch cock between those beautiful tits." and "Gorgeous mouth like that, I bet you can really suck a dick."). Above all else, they seemed to love the days when I didn't change out of my tight exercise pants after my workout; they would be disappointed to have missed my black yoga pants today, I thought. "Maybe Anastasia wasn't that bad after all," I sighed, recalling a potential roommate who had sewn her own wardrobe... and a matching one for her cat. "Ugh, I need a drink." I walked to the kitchen and pulled a bottle of cheap white from the fridge. I knew I had to be sober to give the police a statement, but certainly no one would begrudge me one drink to calm my nerves after that ordeal. I poured a more-generous-than-intended glass and moved back to the couch, putting my running-shoes on the edge of the coffee table and taking a healthy gulp of wine. I pulled off my shoes and socks, tossing them into a corner. I could feel the alcohol calming me, combining with the exhaustion of my run to relax my tense nerves. Without noticing, I had downed nearly the full glass and was on the verge of drifting off when I heard a sharp knock at my door. I checked my watch: 7:33. It was impossible that the police would already be at my door, but when I peered through the peep hole, I saw three large male forms in the reliable blue. "Thank God you're here! I wasn't expecting you for a few hours!" I exclaimed, looking up at the three black giants in police uniforms. "Yes ma'am, can we, uh, see some identification, please?" the one in front said. Reading the tag on his chest, I learned his name was Kennedy. "Oh, of course," I stammered. I hadn't expected to have my identity questioned at the door to my own apartment, but it made sense they would want to make certain I was who had called. I turned and walked into the apartment to find my bag containing my wallet. Locating my license, I turned to find the three officers standing in the entryway between my living room and bedroom. "Oh." Was all I could manage, staring up at the three men, each standing well over six feet tall, and well muscled. Kennedy took the license from my hand and inspected it. "Ok... Sarah... what's going on here?" he turned and handed the license to the man to his right, Dunbar. "I came home from work, and when I got in the do-" I was interrupted by the third man, Hicks. "You came home from work, dressed like that? Is that how you dress for work?" he indicated at my workout clothes, a white t-shirt over bright yellow sports bra and tight black yoga pants. I was taken aback at the interruption, but tried to continue, "No, I went to the gym after work and when I came ho-" again I was interrupted. "So you found men in your apartment after you came home from the gym?" Dunbar clarified. "Yes. After the gym -- after work -- I came home and there were men in here. Is that particularly important?" I was getting flustered and between the emotion and the wine, I could feel a flush creeping up my chest towards my face. "Ma'am -- Sarah -- we're just trying to get the story straight. No detail is too small. Remember, your insurance company is going to prepare their assessment off of this report, so it needs to be thorough and honest." Kennedy was taking notes in a pad as he spoke. "I don't have insura-" I started, but was again interrupted by Hicks. "And you say the intruders came through this window in here" he said as he walked into my bedroom. "You know, you really shouldn't leave your windows open." His last line was delivered in a chuckling, scolding tone. "Never know what or who's gonna come in with that fresh air!" "It was only open a crack to allow some air flow to the roo-" but Kennedy, interrupted again. "Ma'am, did the suspects touch you at all?" Kennedy was sizing up the sleeve of my shirt, smudged where I had been gripped by the robber not even an hour before. "Oh yes. I almost forgot," I lied, thinking again about the man's strong fingers as he gripped my ass, "One of them grabbed me by the sleeve of my shirt, and told me not to call the police 'or else'." I tried to chuckle, but none of them laughed with me. "One of them grabbed you, threatened you if you called the police, and you still called 9-1-1?" Dunbar seemed concerned as he approached to inspect my arm over Kennedy's shoulder. "Well, yes, but" I didn't know how to finish the thought. "... I hope you'll be able to keep me safe...?" "To be frank, Sarah, the men who were here are most likely from the neighborhood and have a familiarity with the building, you, and your habits. You should be careful in a neighborhood like this." Kennedy continued to examine the smudged sleeve of my shirt then turned to face me. "Ma'am, we're going to need to take this garment for evidence." "You... want to take my shirt?" I looked around the room as the three of them nodded seriously. "But... I'm not wearing anything under this. I'll go change in the bathroom." Hicks stood in the bathroom doorway, barring my entrance. "Ma'am! We need to preserve the integrity of the crime scene, so you can't leave our sight while in possession of evidence." I considered this, and thought about my sports bra which covered my breasts thoroughly and compressed them quite a bit so that they stood out less noticeably from my body. I carefully slid the shirt over my head, being careful not to disturb any potential evidence on the sleeve. I handed the t-shirt to Kennedy who passed the garment along to Dunbar. I stood in the center of the room in my brightly colored sports bra, feeling three strange sets of eyes -- eyes that should have been looking for clues -- seemingly peering through my remaining clothing. Even in the full-coverage performance garment, I could feel the tops of my breasts pushing to peek over the top of the fabric; their heft and size fighting the elastic to free themselves. I was blushing again. "So how long have you lived in the city, Sarah?" Kennedy was again writing in his notebook, directing attention back to discussion of the robbery. I crossed my arms in from of my chest as I responded. "I've been here about six weeks. I moved here after school for a job." Answering questions calmed me as we got back on topic. "Ok. You know many people here? Have many friends? A lot of boyfriends?" Kennedy continued. "No. I have some girls from work I go out with sometimes... but no boyfriends at all since I moved here." "So you're saying that a pretty girl like you with a body like that hasn't gotten any attention since you been here? I find that hard to believe!" Dunbar interjected loudly, blatantly staring at my chest. I tugged at the top of my sports bra, trying to cover more of my breasts. Kennedy seemed to pick up on my discomfort. "Sure you haven't had a 'boyfriend', ma'am? Not even one in the month and a half you've lived here?" Kennedy restated. "No. No! And what does this have to do wi-" My indignant response was cut off again. "Damn shame." Kennedy clucked and redirected the conversation again before I could respond. "Did you get a good look at any of the intruders? Any chance you could recognize them if you saw them again?" "No. They were wearing masks. I could only see a small patch around their eyes and mouths. They were black guys; tall, big, black men, that's really the only description I can give." "Interesting. Ok." Kennedy scribbled in his notepad. "Three big black guys? Sounds familiar!" Hicks joked from behind me as he took pictures of the 'evidence' pouring from my dresser drawers strewn across my floor, paying special attention to the colorful assortment of lace bras and panties scattered towards my bed. Suddenly his tone shifted. "Ma'am! Did any of the intruders touch you besides the shoulder as you described?!" I turned my head to see he was staring directly at my ass. "Um, yes, the same one who grabbed me by the arm grabbed me, um..." I got shy thinking of the earlier groping. "Where did he grab you?" Kennedy was all business, turning me by my shoulders and bending me over at the waist to look intently at the backside of my yoga pants. I grabbed the back of a chair for balance as I was inspected. "He grabbed me on my left buttock..." "Did he do anything else to you?" "What do you mean...?" "Did his fingers touch you anywhere else other than your left buttock?" I was breathless with embarrassment at this question now. "Um...." I didn't know how to answer. "Ma'am, remember, we need to make a full report." "Well, he had really large hands, and while he was grabbing me... two of his fingers lightly touched my..." I paused, uncomfortable answering another personal question, bent over a chair in a room full of strange men. "He touched your vagina, ma'am?" Kennedy paused his note-taking, looking up at me from behind. I blushed and looked away from Kennedy, staring at the wall in my humiliation. "No... two of his fingers were... they lightly touched my asshole." I blurted the last out, rushing the answer shyly and hoping the conversation would move on. "And had anyone before this man touched your asshole before, ma'am?" All three of them looked intently at me in my compromised pose, awaiting my answer. "I... no, not re-, NO! What is the point of all this anyway?" I was really flustered now. Kennedy ignored my indignant question and continued his inspection. "Well, ma'am there are smudged fingerprints on your pants, similar to those we found earlier on your shirt. A clear thumb on your buttock, and what may be a few finger tips closer to your crack and near where he groped you." Kennedy reached up to the waistband of my black stretch pants and began to pull, "So we're going to need this garment as evidence, as well." "...now you want me to take off my pants...?" I hesitated, very suspicious now. "No ma'am, we don't want you to do this. We need you to turn the item in question over to us for the purpose of our investigation." Kennedy took a very serious tone. Hicks and Dunbar looked up from their work at my dresser contents and nodded their solemn agreement that this was necessary. "Ok..." I sighed and helped Kennedy pull the tights to my ankles, then stepped out of them as he folded the garment. My full, firm, cream-pale cheeks were now bare, accentuated by the firm grip of my grey workout thong. As Kennedy stood up his face was merely inches from my bottom, and he seemed to pause in rising, shifting his gaze to take in the view. Breaking and Entering "Stand up now, bi-, er, ma'am." Kennedy said to me, recovering his professionalism, though I felt his hand lightly trace the underside of my cheeks. "Let's take this discussion to the living room, Sarah. We have a couple more questions to ask you." "Can I please put on some more clothes?" I pleaded. "Ma'am, as we said, we need to preserve the crime scene. When we're all through here, you can get showered and changed and anything else you might need." We moved back to the living room and Dunbar spied the near-empty wine glass on the coffee table. He raised the glass and turned to face me. "Have you been drinking tonight, Sarah?" "No. Well, yes, but just the one glass... I was upset after the burglars left and I needed to calm my nerves..." I trailed off as the three of them stared at me, standing in a semi-circle in front of my couch. Kennedy approached and towered over me as he spoke. "Sarah, in taking statements from you tonight, we need to be able to verify that you are of sound mind and body-" "Wait! Body? That doesn't sound ri-" I tried to interrupt, but Kennedy continued speaking over me. "- and capable of providing an accurate, true account of the events that allegedly transpired. As you know, intoxication slows reflexes, clouds memories, and impairs judgment." "Intoxication? I'm not drunk! Fine, give me a breathalyzer if you have to." "We don't typically bring a breath alcohol tester with us on a burglary call." "Then how am I supposed to convince you I'm sober?!" My frustration was building. I wanted to finish giving my statement, get these guys out of my apartment, and have another glass of wine and a hot shower. "I'm going to have to administer a field sobriety test, Sarah." Kennedy looked from me to his companions, and back to me. I raised my eyebrows, sighed deeply and stood on one foot with my arms out, bringing each of my index fingers to my nose in turn. "No, ma'am, that is an outdated test, but it's good to see you're familiar with the routine." He chuckled, and the others joined him in a laugh at my ridiculous, half-clothed display. Kennedy directed me to stand at the front of the room. "Now raise your hands above your head and arch your back. Take a deep breath and hold it in." I drew my arms above my head and clasped my hands. I inhaled deeply and felt my breasts lift with my expanding rib cage, renewing their fight against the constraint of the spandex. "Stand up on your toes." I rose, and felt my back curl forward and extend my chest towards the room. My butt tightened and tensed, pulling on the fabric of my thong, which nearly disappeared between my clenched cheeks. "That's it.... Good..." Kennedy said as he walked around behind me. I felt his large, rough hands on my ribs. I started to protest, but he shushed me gently. "Shhh. No no, keep holding your breath." I held my tongue and breath and continued to stand in my awkward, hyper-erect pose. Slowly, his hands tightened around my sides, and slid gradually up my torso. First his left thumb slipped under the elastic edge of my bra, then his right, then an additional finger and two fingers on each side. With a sudden movement, before I realized what he was doing, he lifted the front of my bra up and over my breasts. Unrestrained, they sprang up and out, standing out proudly from my chest, impossibly defying gravity despite their large size. "Oh shit!" Hicks exclaimed, his eyes nearly popping from his head as he took in my exposed rack. "HEY!" I shouted, and tried to pull my arms down to cover myself. Kennedy grabbed my wrists with one hand and held my arms above my head, shushing me as his free hand squeezed my naked breasts. I was stunned and confused by this new development, but Hicks and Dunbar certainly weren't as they rushed across the room, each man taking one of my nipples in his mouth. Kennedy moved his hand down my body and gave my ass a hard smack and extended squeeze. "Hell of a nice ass for a white girl." he muttered in my ear before sliding his hand down my crack and between my legs, his massive hand pushing my thighs apart. He pulled my thong to the side, as I felt my pussy moistening from the attention of the two men at my breasts. Kennedy slid the tip of a finger inside of me, and I hissed out a gasp at the sensation. He slid more of his finger into my rapidly slickening slit; one knuckle, two; his fingers were so long I felt as though he wouldn't be able to fit all the way, but finally I felt the base of his digit against my lips as I inhaled quickly and shallowly at the penetration. Hicks lifted my bra the rest of the way over my head, as Kennedy released his grasp on my wrists, allowing the garment to fall to the ground. Hicks grabbed the back of my head and surprised me with an aggressive kiss, forcing his tongue into my mouth. Kennedy regained his grip on my left wrist, and positioned my hand so that I grasped his cock through his pants. I traced its outline down his leg; it was as thick as a coke can and extended almost to his knee! As my fingers traced the length of his dick, Kennedy slipped a second finger into my pussy, as I groaned and tightened my grip on his cock. Dunbar, his mouth still at my tits, unzipped his fly and pulled out a member just as imposing as Kennedy's. Thickly veined and as long as my forearm, it glistened dark brown and contrasted the pale skin of my hand as I wrapped my fingers around its girth. Kennedy followed suit unzipping his pants as well, pushing me to grip his bare dick behind me, and moving my hand up and down his shaft which increased the pace of his fingers pumping in my bald wet slit. Hicks broke our lengthy kiss and pulled away from my mouth. He undid his belt and pants and hoisted his shirt above his head, now standing naked. His fully erect penis was as large as the others'; I felt its weight as it struck my leg, finally freed from his pants. Behind me, Kennedy's free hand moved to the top of my thong, pulling the garment away from my back and tugging it downward. He removed his fingers from my pussy, now putting both hands to the job of undressing me. As I switched my hand to stroke Hicks' cock, I felt my thong pushed down from my hips to my thighs to my knees, before feeling it drop free around my feet. As I stepped out of my panties, Dunbar reached down and picked them up from the floor, tucking them into his pants pocket. "More evidence." He said smiling at me as his mouth returned to my tit. Kennedy's hand pressed on the middle of my back, bending me at the waist. Dunbar and Hicks directed their cocks at my face as I bent downwards towards them; Dunbar had followed Hicks' lead and had removed all of his clothing, while behind me I heard Kennedy's belt clank as his pants dropped to the floor. Kennedy's other hand returned to between my legs, and he drove three fingers deep into my wet pussy. He vigorously worked his fingers in and out of my slit, and then withdrew them, sliding his hand back up my crack and stopping at the entrance to my ass. He began to push his fingertip past the puckered barrier. "No! No don't do that!" I shouted, my mouth barely an inch from Dunbar's cock. "I don't recall anyone asking you." Kennedy responded as he continued. Lubricated with the juice of my pussy, his finger -- and then a second -- slid into my asshole. I cried out at the new intrusion and tried to turn my head to glare at Kennedy, but Dunbar grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock past my lips and into my mouth, holding me in place before him. I struggled to breath around his massive girth while he bucked his hips and pulled my head down to meet his strong strokes. Kennedy's hand on my back worked in unison pushing me as Dunbar pulled me to take more of his cock into my mouth. I braced myself by gripping Hicks' shaft for stability, feeling that I was literally holding on for dear life as Kennedy now slid two fingers back into my slit, with his thumb slipping into my ass. Dunbar let out an excited whoop as he thrust his erection into my face one last time and then withdrew. He directed my mouth to Hicks' engorged tool to give him a turn. As Dunbar mauled my tits, I kissed the head of Hicks' cock, running my tongue the length of his shaft down to his balls. I continued to work his dick with my hand as I took each of his balls in my mouth, running my tongue over his sack as he groaned his appreciation. I gulped down a deep breath as he pushed his cock into my mouth, using my red ponytail as a handle to control my pace and forced the head of his cock to the back of my throat. At the moment when Hicks had penetrated my mouth the deepest, Kennedy pushed his thumb all the way into my asshole. I screamed around Hicks' dick, but only a muffled gagging and a stream of saliva mixed with pre-cum escaped. "Stand up, we're moving." Kennedy ordered, as he removed his fingers from inside me and Hicks' pulled his cock from my mouth. I was directed to the coffee table and instructed to get on my hands and knees. Kennedy stood in front of me while Dunbar stood at my side with Hicks to my rear. I felt Hicks' fingers at the entrance to my pussy, parting the lips, followed by the head of his cock touching, parting, and then passing through my opening. I half-screamed/half-moaned as his initial thrust pushed his enormous shaft fully into my pussy. Kennedy pushed his cock to my lips and I eagerly took it into my mouth, sucking furiously as Hicks grabbed my hips and pumped his cock into me. Dunbar roughly tapped his dick against the side of my face and I began massaging his cock with my hand. Kennedy guided my head up and down his shaft and I groaned. As Hicks penetrated me, I pushed my ass back into his body to meet his thrusts, meeting the gyration of Kennedy's hips and taking in as much of his cock as I could while I was stuffed from both ends. "Turn her around; I want to get some of that pussy." Kennedy said. Hicks pulled out, and I was flipped onto my back and turned on the table until Kennedy was positioned between my thighs. Dunbar stood over my head, which was hanging off the edge of the table, and lowered the thick tip of his cock into my open mouth. I ran my fingers along the length of his cock, finally reaching the base of his shaft and cupping his balls as I worked my lips up and down his dick. Hicks stood on the other side of my head, and I massaged his rod with my other hand. Kennedy pulled my legs apart, hooking my knees over his elbows, and pushed his dick into me in one swift, smooth thrust; I shuddered as it bottomed out against the top of my womb. He pulled back, withdrawing until only the tip of his head remained in me, then drove into me again, and I screamed around Hicks' dick before pulling my mouth free, gasping for air, and then switching my lips to Dunbar. Kennedy repeated the sequence, pulling almost all the way out before plunging his full length into me in a sudden thrust, again and again, as I rotated between the others' cocks, trading them off between my mouth and hand. Kennedy settled into a steady rhythm of rapid, hard thrusts into my pussy, gripping me by my sides and pulling me in to meet the bucking of his hips. As his body impacted against mine, my tits bounced with each thrust, flapping with the force of his motion despite their firmness. Hicks leered down at me, grabbing my chest and smiling as I climaxed with his friend's penetration, moaning around Dunbar's rigid cock as he pumped his shaft in and out of my lips. "God damn, I knew this bitch would know how to use that body!" Hicks cackled as he smacked his cock against my flopping tits. "Says she's new to the city, but she already fucks like a pro!" Kennedy quickened his pace in a flurry of pounding that left me squealing around the massive cock in my mouth. He reached up and grabbed at my rolling breasts, then gave one last -- very hard -- thrust into my pussy and withdrew his dick from me. "Gimme my turn with her," Dunbar managed to stammer, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head with the efforts of my mouth, and the others agreed as Hicks and Kennedy stepped back from me. Dunbar lifted me from the table and bent me over the arm of the couch, which I did with reluctance and uncertainty, given the vulnerability of the position. He slid two fingers over my wet slit, moving forward and massaging my clit with his full massive hand, causing me to buck my hips with my palms on the floor, my ass suspended in the air. Seeing his opportunity, Dunbar pinned me in place by the small of my back and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to my ass and began pressing in. "No. You can't. No! I can't! NO!" I screamed helplessly with my legs splayed in the air and my head and arms dangling over the armrest as I tried to writhe free of his grasp, pinned against the arm of the sofa. Struggling did no good, and I felt a white-hot burst of agony and anger as Dunbar penetrated my ass for the first time. I started to scream again, but my cheek stung as Kennedy slapped me across the face, silencing me. I looked up at him, shocked, as he inserted his cock into my stunned, open mouth. I whimpered, gagging around Kennedy's cock as Dunbar drove his dick fully into my back door. I saw stars and for a moment feared I would pass out as Dunbar found a rhythm, plunging his cock deep into my ass as his momentum pushed my face into Kennedy's crotch, pressing his dick all the way to the back of my mouth. "A classic 'damsel in distress' huh?" Kennedy laughed as he looked down at my helpless situation. He gripped the back of my head to dictate the pace of my lips as they slid up and down the length of his shaft. I choked on his cock, straining to fit as much of it in my mouth as I could at the deepest of his thrusts, while Dunbar continued to violate my ass from behind; I struggled to keep pace with the two giants using me at both ends. "Let's flip this bitch over. I want a turn in her pussy." Dunbar said, as he withdrew his dick from my ass and I felt his strong hands around my waist. I was lifted and turned so I came to rest on top of Dunbar's cock, which slid easily into my wet slit. I groaned in relief as he penetrated my pussy, and wrapped my arms and legs around him, pulling myself against him as he moved his hips under me. Hicks stood on the sofa next to us and grabbed the back of my head to direct me as he pushed his cock into my mouth. He abruptly pulled his dick out again, a long string of saliva trailing from the tip of his head back to my lips. He drove his dick back between my lips, pumping his hips rapidly as he tightened his hold on the back of my head, driving his cock further to the back of my mouth. Below me, Dunbar grabbed my hips and ground my body into his, pushing his massive cock as far into me as he could. I felt Kennedy's large hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me forward into Dunbar's body; my tits wrapping around his face as he greedily took one into his mouth. Kennedy pushed my ass cheeks apart and pressed the tip of his cock into the entrance to my asshole. "We're gonna make you air tight, bitch." He said with laughter in his voice. The others joined him in laughing as I screamed around Hicks' dick with the stretching of my tight asshole around Kennedy's enormous erection. Tears ran down my face as the two thick rods worked in and out of my tender holes. Spurred on by the sight of my double penetration, Hicks grabbed two handfuls of my red hair and violently fucked my mouth, forcefully thrusting his cock into my mouth and hitting the back of my throat. I gagged on his thick member and a river of drool flowed from my lips, running down my chin and splashing on my breasts. Kennedy gripped me by my throat for leverage, pulling himself against me as his cock pulsed inside of my ass with each thrust. He reached around me and roughly grabbed one of my tits with his other hand, as Dunbar took my other breast in his mouth and sucked greedily. As the two men worked to find a pace in their violation of my holes, I reached a hand back to try to temper the force of Kennedy's thrusts. In response, he tightened his grip on my throat, and drove his cock into my ass to its hilt, grunting "Don't act like you don't love it. You're a great fuck, you little slut, just like we knew you'd be." The others laughed their agreement as the three of them roughly stuffed my three holes. "I'm almost ready to bust." Dunbar said from under me. "Yeah, I'm just about done with her, too." Kennedy responded. "What about you, sweetheart? You done?" I replied around Hicks' cock with an emphatic, muffled moan, which was met with more laughter from the group. "I need her pussy again. Lay her out." Hicks spoke up, as he roughly pulled his cock from my mouth. "Well, I guess you're not done yet after all." Kennedy said to me, slowly withdrawing his dick from my ass as I yelped and gasped for air, desperately pulling in my rare, unrestricted breaths. Dunbar lifted me by my hips, slid out from under me, and placed me on my back on the couch, exhausted and dazed from the rough treatment. Hicks pushed my thighs apart and readied his cock at the entrance to my pussy. He lifted my left leg, hooking my ankle over his right shoulder and rotating my hips upwards, providing him with a better angle for entry. I winced as he slid his cock into my pussy, feeling my lips stretch around his girth and yelping as the head of his cock bottomed out against my cervix. He began pumping his shaft in and out of my pussy, steadily increasing the pace of his thrusts until he was rapidly pounding me while roughly squeezing my breasts with his hands for control and balance. His balls slapped against my ass rhythmically as he penetrated me at a frantic pace, using my body as the others looked on while stroking their cocks, hooting and cheering him on as he fucked me. His body tensed against me, and I felt his cock begin to pulse as he approached his orgasm. Hicks pulled his dick out of me and straightened up on his knees to position himself over my torso. Slowly stroking his dick with his hand, he reached forward and pulled my face towards him just as his cock erupted with cum. The first volley almost flew over me, striking my forehead and trickling down the bridge of my nose. I tried to turn my face as the second shot struck my cheek and the third stuck in my hair above my ear. He let out of victorious whoop as he squeezed out two last pulses of cum, both landing messily in the crevice between my breasts. "Get on your knees." Kennedy ordered and I followed his instruction, sliding from the couch to the floor before Kennedy and Dunbar. The two men stood over me as they worked their massive cocks in their hands. Kennedy was the first to finish, as he unleashed a thick load at my open mouth. His cum splashed across my lips and ran down my chin as he fired rope after rope of ejaculate at my face. I struggled to swallow as much of what landed in my mouth as I could, but the sheer volume of liquid overwhelmed me and a stream of his cum trickled over lips and dripped down to my tits. His last burst of cum hit me squarely between my eyes, speckling the bridge of my nose and my cheeks with thick white flecks. Spent, he pushed his dick to my lips, pressing it into my mouth for a cleaning. Just as Kennedy removed his cock from my mouth, Dunbar began to grunt. He took a step forward as he launched a heavy mass of cum that struck me above my right eye, coating my forehead and the side of my face. I tried to turn my head to dodge the next round, but Kennedy held me in place with his painful grip on my ponytail. As Dunbar's cock continued spurting, thick white cum rained down on my cheeks, spilling down the sides of my face and falling to my breasts, thighs and the floor. He exhaled heavily, seemingly completely spent, and squeezed the last large drops of cum from his cock onto my cheekbone, before placing his cock at my mouth. I dutifully opened my lips, my tongue wrapping around the softening member and cleaning the mix of his cum and my juices from his shaft. I looked up to see Hicks standing over me beside Dunbar, and I thoroughly cleaned him with my mouth, as well. Breaking and Entering As Hicks pulled his glistening, flaccid cock from my mouth and turned away to find his clothes, I looked up to see that Kennedy had already dressed and Dunbar was just buttoning the top of his shirt. Still on my knees, I leaned against the couch, exhausted. "So... like, do you think you're gonna be able to find the guys who took my stuff?" I asked, wiping a wad of half-dried cum from the side of my nose. "Oh, I don't think they've gotten very far." Dunbar replied, with a peculiar smile. "Yeah, I'm sure you'll hear from us again real soon regarding tonight." Kennedy followed, chuckling lightly and putting away the notepad he'd been writing in earlier. "In the meantime, you should always be careful in a neighborhood like this. You never know who could be lurking." He leered once more at my still-heaving breasts, spattered and crusted with hardening white spots of drying cum. "I'm sure we'll be in touch soon." He said, and with that, he and the others turned and walked out of the apartment, shutting the door behind them. ___________________________ Gathering myself, I rose from the floor and walked -- slowly and sorely -- to the bedroom, and picked up a pair of pajama pants and a lightweight grey t-shirt from the floor. I surveyed the wreckage of my room and, heeding the advice of Dunbar, walked to the window at the fire escape and shut and locked it. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Stepping in to the spray, I felt it soothe my aching muscles as the hot water washed the cum from my hair and skin. I luxuriated in the steamy shower, taking a luffa to my breasts, throat, and shoulders to scrub away the dried cum. Finally, satisfied that I was clean, and eager for another glass of wine, I shut off the water and gingerly stepped out of the shower, wrapping my body in one towel while wrapping my wet hair in another. I dressed in the clothes I'd grabbed from the floor and walked back to the living room, telling myself I'd clean up the mess in the bedroom momentarily. I poured another glass of wine, and picked up my phone from the kitchen counter. "Oh crap, my mom called duri-" I stopped myself... during... I wasn't sure how to verbalize the night's encounter, even to myself. I'd missed one of our thrice-weekly calls. "I guess I should leave out the break-in." I thought to myself as I dialed. "Hey Mom..." and launched into a description of my day at work. She followed with gossip about our friends and family at home, and I was soon lost in the conversation as I walked through the apartment. I noticed it was getting hot in my apartment again and I absent-mindedly opened the bedroom window again, continuing to be drawn into the discussion about yet another pregnant cousin. A few moments later, I heard a knock at my front door. "Mom, hold on a minute, there's someone at my door." I said into the receiver. I peered through the peephole, and saw a middle-aged black man holding up a police badge. "Uhh... can I help you?" I asked, confused. "Detective Hobbes. You call about a burglary?" he answered. "Well, yes, but I'm confused. Could you give me a moment please?" I returned to the phone, made an excuse to my mom about a friend dropping in, and hung up. I unlocked and opened the door, but left the chain in place. "Detective Hobbes, I spoke with three officers earlier tonight. Why are you here now?" "Ma'am, I was sent by dispatch and have received no word of other offices being sent to this address. What were the names and badge numbers of these officers?" he replied. "I... well, none of them showed me a badge... but their name tags said Kennedy, Hicks and Dunbar." "Ma'am, I can only tell you that I am the officer sent by dispatch to this address, here is my badge. When someone presents themselves as a police officer in any circumstance, you should always request to see their badge. You can let me in and I can take a statement from you, or I can go on to the next call -- there are a lot of them and it's almost ten; my shift is supposed to end then." I considered this, took a long look at his badge and identification, and let Detective Hobbes into the apartment, a sickening feeling of confused fear growing in the pit of my stomach. He took a look around my apartment, surveying the damage and taking a (another?) statement from me regarding the evening's events -- I glossed over some details of the manner in which the other officers had taken my statement. Wrapping things up, Hobbes turned to give me a last word of caution. "Ma'am, never forget that this is a transitional neighborhood. You should always be real careful around here." I nodded in agreement at the same cautions I'd heard from my parents, coworkers, and the officers earlier in the evening. Hobbes began to walk through the door, but turned back to me again. "Oh, and ma'am, I'd also take care regarding the volume of your voice and that open window. From the street below, I could hear your entire phone conversation. Hope everything's all right with your cousin." He gave me a friendly smile, handed me his card and told me to call him if I remembered anything more about the intruders, and then bid me a good evening. I shut the door behind him, leaning against the door for a short moment to collect my breath. Why did an additional policeman come to my apartment after the others left? Why hadn't Hobbes so much as dusted for prints, whereas the others insisted on taking intimate pieces of my clothing as evidence? And how were the other guys going to get in touch with me as they had said they would, when they hadn't so much as gotten my phone number before they left? My head spun with confusion as I collected the spilled contents of my dresser, scooping bras, panties, t-shirts, and sweatpants into drawers and reassembled the furniture piece. I rearranged the spilled books on my shelf, hurriedly finished my glass of wine, and then put myself to bed. I was eager to put this day behind me, though I still had some trouble falling asleep. _______________________ The next morning, I awoke to my alarm and dragged myself out of bed, still sore and walking with a slightly minced gait. As with any other morning, I showered, dried, and picked out my clothes for work. I selected a pale pink lace thong and matching bra from my drawer, with a tight white button-down shirt and grey pants that hung snug to my ass and thighs. I looked in the mirror, checking out the generous profile of my D cups, pushed upwards by the bra's underwire and threatening to burst the struggling buttons of my shirt. A quarter turn, and I had a full view my butt, round and firm, framed in my tight wool pants. "Hell of a nice ass for ANY girl." I said to my reflection, smiling slightly as I thought of the compliment from the night before. At that, I checked my watch, grabbed my purse, and walked out the door; I'd decided I would skip the gym that evening with the workout I'd gotten the night before. As I approached the front door of the building, I heard loud male voices and raucous laughter. The dice game was back, and I braced myself for a barrage of obscenely inappropriate comments about my outfit and body. I walked to the front steps while an eerie hush fell over the stoop. It was almost as if my former harassers had disappeared. I almost turned around at the steps, but then- "Hell of a nice ass for a white girl." I heard from behind me. I froze, but I didn't need to turn around. Kennedy's voice -- and the words so familiar now from the night before and now reminiscent of earlier in the evening -- had called out behind me. "I think now we all know that she knows how to suck a dick." And I heard Hicks' voice and laughter and I tried to hide my discomfort as I started walking away, blushing and not daring to look back. "You've always got to be careful in a neighborhood like this." What I recognized to be Dunbar's voice rang out behind me. I struggled to maintain my composure as I quickened my pace, knowing I wasn't hiding my blushing as well as I hoped. "You'll hear from us again real soon, Sarah." Kennedy called after me. "Real soon." Breaking & Entering: Perspective Hi. My name is Laura, and I’m 23 years old. I grew up in Palm Desert in a big house with my mom and dad and my brother. I did okay in High School, but I blew it when I tried college, even though I went to the local Community College and only took four classes each semester. I left Palm Desert a couple of years ago and moved to Alhambra little city outside of Los Angeles. I met John, and we moved in together and I got a job in a local insurance office processing claims. But less than a year ago I broke up with John and moved to a little house closer to the beach, and got a job answering phones on the graveyard shift at Payment Securities, Inc. Every night I’d go in and with Patty, my supervisor, we’d talk or crank up the little stereo she had and dance around and have fun. Yeah, we’d answer the phones and help out however we could, but after a while I figured out that we could only count on two or three calls a night. The most exiting thing that ever happened was right before the new computers came, when our main processor went crazy and stopped talking to our clients. I swear we had over a hundred calls that night, and there was almost nothing we could do, so we took messages and went to the next call. A few weeks after the new systems were installed, everything was back to normal. Patty, who is a really fun girl, 26 with short blond hair and a really pretty smile, and I were doing the dancing thing when the 44 ounce diet cola got to her and she ran out of the office to the bathroom. I was looking at my reflection in the window as I danced. I’m 56” tall, and I weigh 130 pounds. I try to get to the gym, but I think I get more exercise here at work by dancing. I was wearing my blue T-shirt with the flowers on the front and the cutest pair of low-rise denim capris with bell- bottom cuffs. My hair is dark red, like a Dr. Pepper can, but I was planning on going raven black in a couple more days. Or maybe purple. Anyway, when I stretched my arms up my top rose and I shimmied, watching the light glint off the stud I was wearing in my belly button. I know I’m not a beautiful girl, but I am hot, and I get all the attention I want. When I saw him I screamed. There was a big guy behind me, reflected in the window. He wore a nylon mask over his head, but his mouth and chin poked out. He was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, and carried a black nylon bag in one hand, in the other was a big silver gun. “Shut up Bitch, or I’ll kill you right now,” he shouted at me, and he waved his gun to tell me to go down the hall. I ran down to Tim’s office, crying and begging him not to hurt me. Tim owns the company, and has the biggest office with the nicest furniture. When I got there, the guy shoved me hard and I slammed down on Tim’s desk. The guy grabbed my arm and I felt the bite on my wrist as he slapped on a handcuff. Then he pulled back my other hand and cuffed it too. Then he threw me on the floor and put a pair of cuffs on my ankles, which really hurt. I tried to struggle, but stopped when I heard a ripping sound. I tried to see what it was, but when I turned the guy started wrapping my mouth and face with tape, like you use to close boxes. Then he picked me up and threw me onto Tim’s big leather couch and left. For a few minutes I struggled, but all I was doing was cutting my wrists and ankles. Then I heard Patty running down the hail. She appeared in the doorway, and looked around the office with a great big smile, until she saw me. Then her eyes went really wide and she took off running down the hall. “Thanks alot, Bitch,” I thought, trying to scream. The sound of running stopped with a sudden thump, and I heard voices. After a minute, Patty came crawling into the office, the guy with the gun was right behind her, smiling big. She was barely into the office when he kicked her really hard on the butt and sent her tumbling. Then he jumped on her and cuffed her up the same as me, and wrapped tape around her head too. He stood there looking down at her for a minute, then he kicked her in the side. Then he grabbed the cuffs on her ankles and pulled her legs up behind her and with another pair of handcuffs, cuffed her ankles to her wrists. Then the bastard just stood there looking at her and laughing. Then he left. For what seemed like forever could hear him moving things, and the doors opening and closing. I couldn’t hardly breathe, but I could smell piss, so I knew Patty had peed her pants. It wasn’t that long before I noticed a kind of wheezing, whistling noise. I think Patty’s tape was covering her nose too, because she wasn’t hardly moving anymore. The guy came and went from the office a couple of times, taking the computers, and later the phones, but he never stopped to check on Patty. The guy was gone for a long time, and Patty was turning blue. I mean really. I always thought that was, like, a saying or something, but she was really honestly turning blue. Then all of a sudden there he was again. He looked at Patty and pulled out a big knife like they use to open boxes in the grocery store. He bent down over her and sliced at her face or neck, then stood up and wiped blood off the blade on his pants. That was when I knew for sure he was going to kill us both. I couldn’t help myself, I just screamed and screamed. It’s funny that I really couldn’t care less if he had killed Patty or not right then. All I cared about was not getting myself killed. Then he came over to me. I was screaming my head off, and he just grabbed me and rolled me onto my back, sending pain shooting through my wrists, arms and shoulders. He grabbed my collar and tore my shirt off. I knew that I was going to be raped. Okay, raped sucks, but it I could find an angle to work, maybe, just maybe, I would still be breathing when this was all over. He grabbed my bra in the front and it popped open, then he cut it the rest of the way off with his knife. Finally the bastard grabbed my stud and twisted. I almost peed myself. He grabbed my leg and cut up my pant leg from the cuff to the waist, then grabbed my other leg and cut that side too. Finally he pulled away my jeans and stood there looking at me. I couldn’t help blushing, especially when I remembered was wearing my “party” thong, the one I got at Frederick’s for “special” occasions. It’s a lacey purple thong that leaves nothing to the imagination, and tonight’s special occasion was laundry day. He cut off my pretty panties and slapped my pussy hard. Now I have to make a confession. I like my sex rough. One of the problems with John was that he was always so gentle. I like being spanked and treated roughly, not that I like being hurt or anything. I like sexy roughness. Well, the slap sent a shiver through me, and my pussy started to tingle. Good, I thought, at least he won’t be fucking me dry. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and walked to the lobby. He tossed me on the floor, wrenching my left shoulder even more and making me cry. Then left for a few minutes and came back with his stuff. Then he pulled my arms over by the metal leg of the big table. He cuffed my wrist to the leg of the table, then uncuffed my right wrist and snapped the cuff onto the table leg. Man, that hurt. My arms were pulled apart, hurting my shoulders, and whenever I moved the cuffs cut into my wrists again and started them bleeding again. Then he left again. “If I don’t leave here with a smile, I’ll leave your face all over this office”, he said, putting something on the table above me. He pulled off his clothes and sat on my chest and started slapping my face with his cock, and seemed really impressed with it, though John’s was longer and a little bigger around. I thanked God for the tape on my face, since his cock hardly touched my skin, and couldn’t be shoved in my mouth. Then he got off my chest and sat on my hips. He grabbed and played with my tits really rough, like he was really trying to hurt me. I knew there would be bruises, but to tell the truth, I kind of liked that. I thought that if he was really trying to hurt me, I’d better let him think he was before he really started to, so I struggled while he mauled my titties and started sucking on them. He moved down and uncuffed my ankles. I would have kicked him except I didn’t have the leverage, and besides, he looked like he was ready to block anything I could throw at him. So I just raised my legs up to try to get the circulation flowing again. He was over at his bag, and when I craned my neck I could see he had slipped on a condom. Check two worries, AIDS and pregnancy. Okay. But when he saw me looking, and I realized with my legs in the air, he just smiled and jumped on me. He shoved his cock in and bottomed out. Shit, I wish I could show a guy how much that hurts. Like a hot nail pounded through one of his nuts. Yeah, I wish I could show this guy that, anyway. I had reflexively wrapped my legs behind him, and tried to clamp my pussy tight to keep him from bottoming out again, but that didn’t work. Every single one of his thrusts sent pain shooting through my guts. He mashed my titties while he fucked me, and I felt the first stirrings of arousal in me. I really did always want to try bondage, and if I could give this guy a real good time, maybe he’d care enough to not cut my throat. He jammed his cock in to me farther than ever before, making me scream and jump with the pain, and he shot his load with a very impressive display of ugly grimace, iron hands clamping painfully on my tits, and a shout. He pulled out his stiff cock and went over to his bag, where he dropped in the slimy little water- balloon. I was still struggling, trying to get my arms into a position where they would stop hurting. I had pins and needles running through the palms, sides, and fingers of both hands. I must have looked hot, because he rolled on another condom and came back over to me. He dropped on top of me and started fucking like crazy! Then he threw whatever was on the table onto the floor and uncuffed my hands. He pulled me up and slammed me face-down on the cold marble of the table-top. My knees didn’t even reach the floor. He slammed his cock into my pussy again, and worked it around while he slapped my ass. Hell that was the best thing I’d felt all night. If he had kept that up, I probably would have cum. But of course he didn’t. Instead, he pulled his cock out and put the head of it against my asshole. John and I had tried anal sex once. Once. He had gotten as far as covering both of us in KY and slipping about a quarter inch into me when the pain got so bad I threw him off. No such luck or gentleness here. The guy rammed his cock into my ass long and slow, not stopping until his body was pressed against my ass. Then he started pulling out really slowly. Almost all the way out, I felt a wave of relief and even pleasure go through me. Then the motherfucker slammed it back into my ass so hard I saw stars. I think I was screaming. I should have been, since it felt like he was ripping me apart and pulling me inside out. My arms were dead, and the only thing I could do was scratch and paw at the marble table-top. Again and again, the guy slammed his cock into my ass to the hilt, then pulled it out really slow. After what felt like forever, the pain got to me and I peed all over myself. That seemed to turn the kinky bastard on, because he stopped being all gentle with pulling out and just started slamming in and out as fast and hard as he could. Then it was gone, he had pulled his cock all the ways out. I felt like I was deflated like an old, used balloon. I think he shoved his cock in my pussy, but I didn’t feel it. And then he was gone. Crying in agony (I now know what that means) I slid my sweaty body back across the marble table-top, and I saw him lying on his side on the floor. I started to stand up to run, but my legs didn’t work and I fell too, right next to him. I tried to push away from him, but my arms were still like noodles, and I couldn’t control them. Besides, I don’t think I had the strength to lift a Kleenex. After less than a minute, he jumped up and ran to the door. He picked up his gun and went over to his bag. He dropped in the gun and the bloody condom, then got dressed. Then he pulled out a roll of that packing tape stuff and started wrapping me up. He used the whole roll, and when he was done I was sure he was going to cut my throat too. I had to think fast. Then it was over. I saw him pick up his knife and walk over. He pulled my head up and reached behind with the knife. I couldn’t, and still can’t, believe he cut the tape that was covering my face. When he pulled it off it hurt, and took alot of hair with it, but I didn’t care! He didn’t kill me! He kissed me hard, and I was not going to fight it. I kissed him back, long, slow and gentle. Then he stood and stepped away alittle, gathering everything up in his bag. But I was still afraid of what he’d do. “Take me with you,” I said. I figured I had a better chance of getting away outside than I did here, all tied up. “No way, Sister,” he laughed. Then he walked out into the main office. When he came back he waved Patty’s and my purses at me. “I know where you live,” he threatened as he shoved them into his bag, “I’ll find you.” And he turned and left. After about an hour Craig showed up for work and called 911. The police and the ambulances came, and I found out Patty was still alive, and in better shape than me, it turned out. I spent two days in the hospital recovering, seeing a constant stream of police and insurance investigators, going over what happened again and again. Since Patty didn’t see much, I told them everything, and then some. I told them it was three guys, but only one raped me. I gave them descriptions of the guys that were totally different from what I saw. He knows where I live. When I was finally able to go home, Tim gave me a week off with pay, to stay home and get myself together. He made changes at work too, making sure the doors were always locked and having security cameras set up all over the place. After my week off, I went back to work with Patty and Frank, on the graveyard shift. But every night that I have off, I go to bed nice and early and lie awake, staring out my bedroom window, wide open for the breeze. Then last night my waiting was over. I laid there wide awake, staring out the window at the dirty brown fence and the brown house next door. I was finally drifting off to sleep when I saw him. He was dressed in a black T-shirt and jeans and had short dark hair. As he climbed quietly into the window I laid there perfectly still, my left hand in the coolness under my pillow. He stood up straight and looked at me for a long time. “Remember me?” He said it smugly, and posed to look more cool and strong. I recognized his voice immediately. How couldn’t I? I’d heard it in my nightmares for almost a month. “Yes,” I said, slowly pulling my hand from under my pillow. “Yes I do, you Son of a Bitch,” I said and pointed the little gun at him. His eyes flashed and he turned to jump out the window. The little gun popped and jumped in my hand and he spun around to face me, pain and fear on his face. He started to come toward me and I closed my eyes. Pop Pop Pop Pop Pop Pop click click click I opened my eyes and could see him slumped on the floor by the window. I dropped the gun on the bed and grabbed the phone. I dialed 911. “I just shot a man who broke into my bedroom," I said into the phone. Breaking and Training Of course this is a work of fiction and anyone that would enslave a person against their will needs to be institutionalized. Enjoy it for the fiction it is. ---------------------------------- It started as just a desire to have regular pussy, then became an obsession. Though I had prepared for it, when it actually happened it came quite by accident and as such a pleasant surprise. I guess the old adage, prepare for opportunity and it just might come knocking at you door, has some validity to it. When I built my place in the country I had a storm cellar built, too. Though it had use as a place to go during tornadoes and such, and I used it to store fruits and vegetables at harvest time until I could get around to canning or freezing them, its main purpose was to serve as a dungeon. I had had a girl friend earlier in my life that liked BDSM games and I had grown fond of playing Master to submissive women. The only problem was the games were more like D/s than BDSM as the role-play partners could express boundaries, and none were willing to go as far as I wanted to take it. I needed a real sex slave to 'use and abuse' as I saw fit. The dungeon was outfitted in such a way so as to preclude curiosity if someone came down into its dark recesses for a reason other than sex play. The subterranean room was divided in two. After the contractor who built it left, I erected a wall that divided the room into two rooms. With thick concrete walls on the surface, you really couldn't tell how big it was inside, so abbreviating the space would raise no suspicion, should the wrong people become curious. The door to the hidden chamber was a shelf for storing jars of vegetables and fruits after canning. It rolled away from the wall on casters. Every spring I would repaint the floor battleship gray so the caster trail wasn't apparent. I had had electricity run to the underground enclave, but not so much for the legitimate use area, as for the 'play area'. In the event of using it for storm safety, electricity would likely fail anyway, and the contractor who built it gave me a strange look when I asked for electricity to be run to it. He remained dubious when I explained it would see more use as a large pantry than it would ever see as a storm safe room. But money talks and he brought an electrician in to do the wiring. I started laying in building materials during the last few days the construction crew was on site. This raised some curiosity and I just explained I was going to add on to my chicken coop. Then the day came they finally finished and left my small farm. I hauled the lumber down into the space I was 'remodeling' and built the dividing wall in a matter of hours. Then I constructed several shelves to go along the walls of the 'legitimate' space. The shelf with the casters was next and I had my concealed door to the interior space. Fortunately I have a good understanding of electricity, and though not an electrician, I managed to split the circuit running to the room and separate the power to the two sides. Now I cleaned up the workspace that would serve as my storm cellar and canning storage area, and started on the dungeon part. This was considerably easier to begin with, and I started putting eyehooks in the walls and ceiling of the area. These would serve as places to hang rope and chains from. I built a 'rack' and a couple of 'stocks'. A bunk was built into one wall, and a small shower was added. It had crossed my mind if I couldn't find a willing sex slave the traditional way, I had seen ads where foreigners would 'lease' a woman for an extended period (most of the ads listed a years lease) and I would go that route. I was 55 and so the window of opportunity for me to experience these activities was drawing to a close, rapidly. The last thing I built was a rebar cage. I had taken a welding course and I laid in a supply of construction rebar they use to reinforce concrete pillars and such and welded the cage in one corner of the room. I didn't know if I would need it, but you know what they say, 'better to have and not need than to need and not have'. I moved all my BDSM accoutrements to the room, which wasn't much. An assortment of whips, dildos, chains, gags, retraining harnesses, a cattle prod and a tazer, and similar items. I would surely need to add more, later. The 'Dungeon' was ready. Now I just needed to find a willing playmate. Time went by and no takers were forthcoming. I spent a lot of time in the room creating new 'accessories' and tinkering with what was already there. Like I said this became a bit of an obsession for a time. I finally got control of the obsession, and stopped tinkering with the room. I think actually I had done everything that could be done so losing the obsession wasn't that hard. I continued to look for a subject for the room, but found most of the web sites that were like personals sites for alternative lifestyles were as big a rip-off as regular personals sites were. Then one day fate intervened. I was driving down a country road on the backside of my place, checking the fences for places that needed repair. This was a pasture designated for the few head of cattle I would graze to provide beef. I was going to the sale barn on the weekend and I needed to be sure I had the pasture in good shape before I brought stock home. The fact I chose to drive that day was fortuitous. As I crept slowly up the dirt and gravel road, I saw a young girl walking. I wondered what she was doing along here, because there weren't any houses for at least two miles in any direction except for my house that was a half mile through the pasture and woods. It was just getting dark when I saw her walking up the road. I had just topped a rise in the lane and she was a hundred yards or so in front of me. I picked up the binoculars in the seat beside me and focused on her walking up the road in front of me. She was dressed western, with Jeans and a plaid style western shirt it appeared from the yoke, and boots. Her jeans were a brand called 'Rockies' and were designed for women, without hip pockets and cut to accentuate the ass. Hers was certainly a nice ass, and it swayed naturally left to right, then right to left as she walked, though she was walking rather slowly. She had long blonde hair the hung half way down her back. I drove rather quickly up to overtake her. With a white beard and moustache, I look more like a benevolent grandfather rather than a person to fear. As I pulled up beside her, I spoke, startling her from the reverie of thought she was in. I inquired if she was in trouble and did she need a ride. Understand out in the country like this, folks aren't as suspicious as they are in the city. A natural wariness is still taught the children of country folk, though mostly the same lessons mothers have been teaching their daughters since time immemorial. She grew a huge infectious smile as it occurred to her what I was asking and after my appearance had had time to register in her mind. "Yes." She said. "Get in." I replied gesturing toward the door. She walked around the front of my pickup truck and climbed inside. I reminded her to fasten her seat belt, more as a way to have something adult and authoritarian to say than anything else. I asked "Where to?" She introduced herself as Mildred, but said her friends just called her Millie. I told her I was Frank. She said her house was about 5 miles up the road. I asked why she was out here, alone, so far from home. She started to cry and said her boyfriend had brought her out here, when they were supposedly going to get some dinner and go dancing, and then he tried to get her to have sex with him. When she refused he told her to get out of his truck, called her a tease and insisted she give him his ring back (they were going steady). She showed me where he had torn her blouse when he got rather aggressive. I was reminded of the old joke saying "If you aren't out here after, what I'm out here after, you're going to be out here after I'm gone." I was driving slow pondering whether to take advantage of the situation, telling her I was checking my fences, which was true, though I never turned and looked at the fence again. I guess my grandfatherly appearance and the fact I was 'in her court' on every position she postulated in the conversation, helped her to relax, for she opened up to me about herself and what had occurred with her boyfriend that evening. She told me she was a recent graduate of the local high school and starting the county community college in the fall. She said she had just turned 19. She went on to say she had offered to suck her boyfriend's cock, in lieu of sex, as she wanted to remain a virgin until her wedding night. She said sucking his cock wasn't really sex anyway, so there wouldn't be anything wrong with it. You got to love the merging of country values (wanting to remain a virgin) and modern ideas about sex the younger generation has (giving head isn't considered sex. Thank you Mr. Clinton). She said that she had been blowing him for months to ward off sex and to prevent him getting 'blue balls' (another fine urban myth) but that tonight he had insisted on fucking. She blushed and apologized when she said the 'F-word'. I told her not to worry about it I had heard it before. She said he had shot down her worries of pregnancy, by being prepared with several condoms. She said he had no respect for her position on wanting to save herself for marriage and in giving her cherry to her husband. She was really starting to get emotional and was crying rather profusely as she explained. Her getting her blouse torn, apparently a favorite was really upsetting to her, and the fact her head cheerleader/football player boyfriend relationship had ended was hard, as she had thought they would get married. She finally said since she planned on marrying him and truly loved him, perhaps she should have given into him. She even said maybe she was a tease as he had alleged. I tried to console her. "You were right to save your virtues for the honeymoon. He should have respected that position. If you had given yourself to him he likely wouldn't have married you. Once he had gotten into your panties that would have been the end of the two of you." She appeared totally comfortable with me, and said nothing when I turned off the road to her house and headed back toward my place. I had decided this was too good an opportunity to pass up. Here was a little hottie, a former cheerleader no less. A beautiful blond and her boyfriend would be the principal suspect in her disappearance. It wasn't until I crossed the cattle guard at my front gate she asked where we were going. I had a story ready by then. "I am preparing chicken and dumplings for my supper and I have a chicken boiling on the stove. I need to turn it off real quick then I will take you home." She hadn't really gotten nervous, but she seemed to relax, accepting my explanation as valid. When I asked if she wanted to come in as this could take a few minutes, she declined and said she would wait for me in the truck. I parked on the back of the house, between the house and the cellar. The little road that had been formed as I delivered lumber and such to the cellar while building my 'dungeon' was almost gone, but enough of it still existed to appear on casual observation as if I used this area to park on a regular basis. I went into the house and turned off the chicken stewing in the large pot (it really hadn't been a lie, though it could have continued to cook if I had decided to take Millie on home) and retrieved my .357 revolver from my den. I walked out the front door and came around the house so I was approaching from the rear of the truck. I walked up to her window undetected, and stuck the pistol into the side of her head. She jumped, startled at my presence, then looked really scared when she realized I had stuck a pistol to her head. I told her I had no intention of hurting her, if she just went along with what I told her to do. I told her to get out of the truck. About that time Jake, my juvenile Rottweiler appeared. I couldn't have timed this better. Jake was trained to growl at a stranger, but unless you did something overt that was the extent of his aggression. Yet, looking like the cross between a Doberman and a Pitt Bull, he was a scary sight. Millie got out of the truck and Jake growled at her. "Is your dog going to bite me, Mister?" it was funny, because up until that very moment, she had been calling me Frank, now I was Mister. "Not unless you do something stupid." "Jake, go lay down." He skulked over to his favorite spot on the cool concrete roof of the cellar and lay down, seemingly ignoring us, though I knew he had one eye cast our direction to react if trouble suddenly showed up. Jake was an awesome dog. I directed Millie toward the cellar entrance and she stumbled slowly that direction, the pistol now stuck in the small of her little back. "What are you going to do to me, Mister?" "Nothing you won't come to enjoy. You are to be my houseguest for a little while. If you do exactly as you are told, I won't be hurting you. At least not in a bad way anyway." Then I lied. "After a bit, I will let you go home." Millie stopped asking questions as I led her down into the cellar. When I opened the dungeon room door and turned on the overhead fluorescent light, her eyes grew huge as she looked at the various devices and such in the room. Tears flowed freely from her eyes. I led her to the cage and put her in it. I locked the door, and told her to relax, I would be back soon. I went back upstairs, parked my truck in the front, and went into the house. I turned on the video hookup to the room and watched as she tried for several minutes to get out of the cage. As I watched I changed into leather pants with a Velcro crotch covering and black T-shirt. I turned on the alert system I had installed that would flash a warning if someone drove across my cattle guard. I had no illusions about whether I would become involved in the search for Millie. She would be reported missing and the boyfriend would allege he dumped her on the road where I found her. Since it bordered my property the sheriff would no doubt come by to ask if I had seen her. The boy friend would ultimately be blamed for her disappearance, and that would end the search. I didn't think I would hear from the sheriff before the first of the week and certainly not tonight, but I wanted to be prepared just in case. I returned to the dungeon after I ate some supper. I took a bowl of the chicken and dumplings to Millie though I didn't know if she would eat. She was hungry and to my surprise ate ravenously. While she was eating, I made some preparations. Once she had finished, I took the bowl and opened the door to the cage. She stood inside the cage, hesitant to come out, and I decided it was time to start her indoctrination. "Get your slutty little ass out here girl!" I bellowed at her. She jumped and came rather demurely though quickly out of the rebar enclosure. I gestured over to the stock I had setup on the far side of the room. She walked toward the device. This stock was one like you would see in a history book, or theatrical reenactment of the colonial period in Jamestown. It was made entirely of 2X6s, except for the headpiece, which was two 2X10s. A hinge connected the 2X10 pieces on one side, and a hasp on which to affix a lock on the other side. The two pieces had a 16-inch diameter hole in the middle and two 5-inch diameter holes on either side. The stock was about waist high, about 3.5 feet from the floor, so that an average sized person in it was bent at the waist, and almost parallel to the floor. To this configuration I had added an addition. Two feet back from the headpiece on the stock, was a part that looked like a sawhorse. It was only a couple of inches shorter than the main part of the stock. The holes in the stock were lined with foam rubber covered with velveteen fabric, as was the top of the sawhorse addition. I had built this for willing participants and so I had added some things to make it comfortable. I told her to take her clothes off, and a dawning of what to expect appeared in her eyes. She started crying and asked "Are you going to rape me?" A look of excitement, that could have been simply fear, came into eyes, but the look of fear on her face told me it wasn't really excitement at the possibility of being raped. I decided it was time to fill her in on what was going to happen to her, and what was expected of her. "No I am not going to rape you. In fact I won't do anything to you, you don't ask for. Your life as you knew it though is over. The girl that awoke in your bed this morning no longer exists. Now little Millie is no longer. In her stead is a slaveslut, bitch-whore. You will become my fucktoy. I won't force this on you, you will ask for it. For now you may refuse anything sexual I ask of you. Once you ask me to take you though, you can never refuse anything I tell you to do. When you ask me to fuck your tight little pussy, you are my whore to personally use and allow others to use as I see fit. "You will be trained so you know how to give pleasure and how to act in any scenario I ask you to participate in. This way you won't have to be punished for not knowing what to do. Once you become a willing fucktoy, you will probably want to fuck all the time. I will bring you cocks of all varieties to use your body and give you your fill of salacious sex. You will learn the only bad cock is one that won't get hard and fuck you. As long as you do what you are told, your life will be easy. After a while it will become one long continuous orgasm. "If you refuse or aren't enthusiastic about carrying out my instructions you will be punished. I am strict but I am fair. Your punishment will be swift and it will be severe. That is for your own good." Millie hadn't started undressing. In fact she had stood there in front of me crying as I outlined the terms of her existence from this point forward. "I said take your fucking clothes off bitch!" I bellowed again. Prolonging her impending nudity as long as possible, the young girl dropped to the floor and started slowly removing her boots. It was time to act. I reached for the cattle prod lying on the table nearby and told her "Hurry and quite stalling." I bellowed again. The threat of the cattle prod, a device with which she was no doubt familiar, helped to a point. Millie quickly finished messing with the removal of her socks and stood back up. I pressed the trigger to discharge the cattle prod as it hung loosely at my side and the crackle as the device discharged its unpleasant electrical charge caused her to reach for the button and zipper at the front of her jeans. She was looking at the fastener and fumbling with it slowly. Far slower than I knew she would be if nature was calling or whatever and she wanted to get out of the jeans, so I raised the cattle prod and laid it against her arm and squeezed the trigger to discharge it. She was surprised by the sudden minor jolt of electricity and squealed and jumped away from its stinging discharge. "Why did you do that?" she squealed rubbing the spot on her arm. "Faster, you are moving too slowly. And you aren't to speak unless you are told to or something I say requires an answer from you. Otherwise your only words will be 'Yes, Master' to acknowledge I told you to do something or that you understand. If you have a question you will request permission to speak. Am I clear?" "Yeees" was her tentative reply. I reacted quickly the cattle prod discharged again, this time in the middle of her chest. Breaking and Training "That is not an acceptable answer!" Cognizance dawned on her face along with a streak of arrogance that I would discover was all bluff, as time went by. She gave the correct response. "Yes Master." "Now get those clothes off bitch, like I said. You don't have to get naked, just strip to your bra and panties." I wanted her lingerie left on to add to the drama the next few minutes would provide, but it also served to reassure the girl a bit that rape wasn't about to ensue. Either that or the cattle prod was already having an effect, for her hands again returned to the button and zipper on the jeans and this time there was no fumbling. The button unfastened and the zipper unzipped. She began to slip the jeans down her thighs. Her jeans had fit so tight they had formed a 'camel toe'. That is where the seam of the jeans spilt the lips of the pussy and the lip hanging down each side so it looks like the toe of a camel. They fit so tight it reminded me of what I had said to buddies when I saw a woman wearing tight pants, when I was younger. "I'd like to lick the brush she used to paint those on with." As she slipped them off, her panties started to slide down with them. Her shirttail prevented any exposure though, and Millie blushed and pulled her panties back up and continued to remove the jeans. As they slipped toward her feet I was treated to the nicest set of legs I had seen in a long time. Her athleticism was apparent and the fact she had been the head cheerleader passed through my mind again. She made a half attempt to fold the jeans, and when I adjusted my position, raising the cattle prod as a part of that adjustment, I guess she thought I was going to zap her again, as she quickly laid the jeans on top of her boots, unfolded. She stood and the shirt was removed quickly and without fanfare. It is hard to make the removal of a western shirt a slow endeavor with snaps that will just pop open, easily unfastening one after the other without much resistance. The shirt was deposited on the pile of clothing already started at her feet. She stood in front of me clad in green lace bikini-style panties and white lace demi-cup bra. Though the bra and panties didn't match she was still a vision of loveliness. She had a classic hourglass figure, the swell of her 'b – c' cup breasts, tapering to a narrow waist, and then the womanly flare of her hips, tapering down on to those long lovely legs. Millie was only about 5'4", but she had the longest loveliest legs. That suited me, as I was a leg man. She stood under my appraising gaze and grew self-conscious after a moment and tried to cover herself. The room was cool because it was underground, though not cool enough to force her to hug herself. So the gesture in that regard was surely the product of modesty. I told her to turn around and had her belly up to the sawhorse crossbar and to bend over and place her wrists and neck into the stock bar. I lowered the stock onto her neck and clipped the hasp with a snap and she was immediately rendered immobile. I walked around to the front of the stock, and her golden hair cascaded down each side of her face as she looked at the floor. I drew her hair up into a ponytail arrangement at the back of her head and threw it over the stock top onto her back. When it wouldn't stay, I got one of the cable ties lying on the table that I had used to attach the electrical wiring to the water pipe that went to the makeshift shower. And tied her hair up out of the way. I stepped in front of her and I began to speak again. "You will be trained as a slaveslut, as I said earlier. Once you beg me to fuck you, you will learn all good sluts get fucked in all three holes. You will eventually want to have a cock in your ass, you cunt and your mouth at the same time. Depending on your worthiness as a slave, I will try to accommodate your desires. Soon you will beg to be used like a whore. You will discover the slut that dwells inside you and you will become her. All women have an internal slut that society has forced into hiding. We will let yours see the light of day. "I may breed you and let you have a child. You will never see your relatives again, so you may relish having a family of your own. When you are bad or dishonor me you will be punished. If we find you enjoy pain, as so many do, we will add that as a reward" The whole time I was talking, Millie never said a word, and she was looking at me in that strained position in the stock, the fear growing in her eyes steadily. I grasped the Velcro attached covering to my crotch piece and ripped it off. My cock sprang free, thankful for being loosed from the restraint that held it. It was almost comical as it sprang forward and nearly slapped Millie in the face. I'm not sure if it was the fact the possibility of rape reentered her mind or if the size of my cock was what shook her up. I was extremely well endowed for a white man at 10-inches. There must have been some African-American blood in my family tree somewhere, I figured. I took hold of my cock and traced it along Millie's lips, and when she made no attempt to open her mouth I spoke. "Since you don't consider giving a blow job as sex, I figure you won't mind sucking my big boy a bit." She turned her head to the side and made no attempt to suck me. I guess she took me at my word of not requiring her to have sex until she asked for it. I knew she would ask for it, in fact beg for it. I had my ways, for now though the test of wills had begun. I repositioned my cock and replaced the crotch cover on my pants. I I walked over to the table and picked up a 16-inch Bowie-style hunting knife that I had sharpened to razor sharpness. I walked back over to the front of the girl, so she could see it. "I guess I screwed up. I thought you would cooperate and I wouldn't need to strip you down or to break you." I stressed the words "break you" as I dragged the knife up my arm shaving the hair as it went. It was a fear reaction I was looking for. I had no intention of cutting the girl, but she didn't know that. I walked around to the side of the stock and lifting the shoulder strap of her bra, cut through it cleanly and without effort. I quickly severed the other side as well. Then I unlatched the latch at the back of the bra. It fell to the floor. I picked it up and looked at the label. 34C. I made a mental note of the size. The next day I would go to the large city up the road and purchase several pieces of lingerie for her to wear for my entertainment. I moved to behind her. Her ass was superb. They say a legman is just a closet ass man, but I had come out of the closet years earlier and I appreciated a nice ass, but never forgot my roots in the closet as a leg man. Millie had an extremely fine shaped and toned ass as one might expect from a healthy athletic young woman. I lay the knife on the small of her back. The weight and the coldness of the steel got her attention and again I guess she thought she was about to get cut, for she let out a sob. I reached between her legs and placed my hand on the inside of her thigh. No doubt no man besides her doctor, and perhaps her old boyfriend in a more aggressive moment had touched her there, and I expected her to clamp her legs together, but instead she stood frozen with fear from the knife lying on her back. Even her boyfriend had not likely touched her bare flesh there. I picked the knife up with my other hand and laid it on the table and instead of my hand sliding up toward her pussy, as she no doubt expected, it slid down toward her knee. My hand continued to slide down her leg until it reached her ankle. I then slid her leg out to the side and quickly secured it to the leg of the sawhorse attachment, at the ankle and the knee. I quickly did the same to the other leg. Her crotch now was flared open and there was nothing she could do to close it. I ran my hand back up the back of her thighs, until I reached her panty-clad ass. Millie had stopped crying and was now trembling at my touching her most intimate parts. What she didn't realize is it would get even more intimate before I was through. I would keep my promise though and she would have to beg me before I would fuck her. But I knew she would. Then my cock would use her daily, and her life would be forever changed, to my benefit if not hers. I stood up behind her and removed my hands from her ass. I told her she had an exquisite ass and she thanked me for my compliment in an almost little girl's voice. It was almost like she couldn't talk because she couldn't breath. If she breathed her life might become totally unbearable in a moments notice, just because of the intake of air. The compliment seemed like it was her training in manners from her parents that she had taken all her life. I told her I was sorry to have to ruin such a nice pair of panties, but that I just had to see her ass without any obstruction. I took the knife, slit the panties along both side seams and pulled them through her legs. Not that it mattered, because tomorrow I would purchase all new garments, but the bra and panties both could be easily repaired. I made note of her panty size as I had her bra. With her ass unfettered of garment, I caressed her flesh with my hands. Tiny circles kept getting larger as I caressed the velvety smoothness of her skin. As the circles became larger, I drew closer and closer to the wispy blond hair covered lips of her pussy. I noted the slightest hint of arousal in her treasure trove, but I doubted it was voluntary on her part. The first time my circling hands made contact with the outer lips of her cunt, she jumped. Now every circle, my fingers danced lightly across the lips of her pussy. She jumped each time the first few times I touched her where no man except her doctor, if a little country girl like her had even visited a gynecologist yet, had ever touched her since she was a very small girl. Though Dad might have cleaned her pussy during a diaper change. After several times though she stopped jumping, either resigned there was no stopping it or whatever. When she stopped jumping, I reached between her legs and laid my finger tip lightly on her pubes then drew it back through the wispy hair to the lips of her pussy and across her clit to her cunt and up to her ass. I then wet my finger with my saliva and reversed direction drawing my saliva-slickened finger through her ass checks, lingering momentarily at her brown star and then proceeding down to her cunt. I teased the outer ring of her lips a moment then started to probe inside her virgin fuck hole. She tensed as my finger began to insinuate itself in her girly opening, and tried to move away, though movement was intentionally limited. Tied at the knees and the ankles would preclude her even closing her legs. I heard her release a wracking sob again. Once again I thought to remind her she needed to beg to be fucked. "Do you want to beg for my cock in your sluts hole, bitch?" "No mister, please don't rape me." She sobbed. I immediately took my hands away from her body. I had discovered what I wanted to know anyway. Her hymen was intact, not the victim of some sporting event or horseback riding, and she was telling the truth about being a virgin. She was a little wet, but that was probably the result of her body reacting against her will to the sexual stimulation I was creating with the salacious nature of the events taking place and with the teasing of my hands on her body. Even a virgin girl like her would get somewhat aroused. Moreover, submissiveness often created sexual arousal, so Millie might be reacting to the forced submission of the moment. This was good though, and all part of the education she was getting. Her education would continue until she learned her existence from this time forward was to give sexual pleasure and she needed to learn there was enjoyment in it for her, too. I stopped, not because I didn't want her to enjoy it. Enjoyment was the easier way to gain her complicity, but I was willing and able to break her if necessary. No, I stopped for another reason. I stepped away and on the table was a Cat-o-nine-tails. Not a vicious one with metal tips designed to bring pain, but a tame one designed only to sting. I lashed it across her ass several times before I spoke. "That was not an acceptable answer to my question slut." I bellowed finally. Millie responded quickly between her sobs. "No Master, I do not desire your cock in my sluts hole." Her answer was even more than I had expected. A simple 'No, Master' would have been sufficient. I started to spank her again with the cat. It's leather strands cut through the air 5 more times before she finally cried out begging me to stop. "No more, Please Master!" Her ass was wiggling provocatively in a circle trying to avoid the stings of the whip. Its cherry redness almost broke my resolve to break her will before I took her, it looked so inviting, I stopped spanking, and I chastised the girl. "When you are being punished you aren't to cry out or beg for mercy. You must learn to embrace the pain and submit to the power of it and the pleasure will come from it. I will not spank you more for crying out, since you didn't know you weren't allowed to. Like I said I am strict but fair. I spanked you for not listening. I told you I would not rape you, that you must beg me to fuck you. Until you beg for my cock your virginity is safe. "You will beg to be taken like the slut you are and to become the bitch-whore you desire inside. That girl will come out soon. For now you must listen to what I say and learn trust, for trust is key to the relationship we will establish. So I will remind you again. Though I own your body now, I will not rape you. No, your first fuck will come when you kneel at my feet and beg me to take you like the slut you are. Do you understand?" Her sobbing had almost stopped. "Yes, Master. Thank you for not raping me." She sounded a bit cocky again finally convinced she wasn't going to be raped and no doubt certain at least for the moment she wouldn't beg for my cock to strip away her virginity and make her a whore forever more. But I had my methods and I was fairly certain the day wasn't long off when little virgin Millie would shamelessly beg for whatever cock was available to use her body as its owner saw fit. I began to caress her reluctantly proffered ass again. It was such a prime piece of meat. Once again I had to steel my resolve, and to remind myself the anticipation would make the conquest that much sweeter. When my fingers began to probe her cunt she didn't try to move away from my exploring digits as she had before. I drew some of the liquid that had formed inside her virgin box out onto my finger and teased her clit with the slickened tip. I bent forward and began to kiss and lick her reddened ass, working my way to her puckered little brown star and teasing it's exterior with the tip of my tongue. She tensed and then relaxed at the warm wet presence on her asshole. I moved further down through her crack, until I was at the entrance to her virgin cunt. I spoke to her. "I agreed not to have sex with you until you begged for it, but since you and your generation don't look on cock sucking and similar activities as sex, I am not violating that promise", I said. I buried my face in her crotch, my tongue probing deeply into her virgin cunt. I had always heard virgins tasted different than non-virgins, but by the time I became a devoted pursuer of cunnilingus, virgins were no longer an option for me. I was becoming addicted to the taste of virgin pussy as I devoured Millie's sweet cunt for several minutes. When my face first made contact and my tongue started fucking her, she had jumped and uttered an "oh". No sobbing or anything, just surprise, probably pleasant surprise when all effects were totaled up. I sucked on her cunt and her clit for about 20 minutes. And after only a few minutes, her ass was churning in a circle and grinding against my face as she sought greater pleasure. Her little clit even stiffened as her pleasure grew to heights she had no doubt never attained. After about 15 minutes I felt a warm gush of fresh juice and she moaned rather loudly as I guess the first orgasm of her young life and many to come rippled through her crotch. She continued to grind against my face and I gladly sucked her pussy to orgasm number two in quick succession. This time she was a bit more demonstrative than she had been before. "Oh my gawd!" she wailed as she ground her crotch against my face. Her ass was rolling as if she was trying to keep a hoola-hoop in motion and I reluctantly stopped eating her delicious pussy. I moved back around front again. I ripped the Velcro held crotch piece again and offered her my cock. "Since you don't see sucking cock as sex and you just enjoyed your first two orgasms as a result of my sucking your pussy, would you like to return the gesture?" She again turned her head away, and I thought once again the size must be the problem. "If the size scares you, understand that soon you will appreciate the size for what it is. Soon you will learn to take it all down your throat and suck me to the balls as a proper slut should." My comments had no effect and she made no attempt to suck my cock. I expected as much, so wasn't disappointed. It wouldn't be the first time Jill or Rosy my two fists had seen action. I replaced the crotch cover on my jeans. I went to the cabinet in the room and withdrew two devices I had constructed. One was like a chastity belt and I strapped it onto Millie, two straps running between her legs, attaching to a third that encircled her waist. I slid the two attachments that were affixed to the straps that went between her legs in position on either side of her clit, and ran the attached wires up through the waist strap. I then unhooked the snap from the hasp and opened the stock to release the girl. She stood. I had her kneel at my feet. Her hand came up as if she was going to touch the outline of my still stiff cock, but then that could be to push off if I started to accost her, as she never actually touched me. I slipped a head box onto her head and closed the door on the front of the device. I had her stand again. Though she couldn't see out of the confines of the box, her hands came down to cover her breasts, as they crossed her body. I turned her around and took the four wires that came from the contacts on the straps between her legs up and plugged then into the connectors on the box. I led her to what appeared from the outside to be a closet. I called it a sensory depravation chamber, as it was designed to create sleep and sensory depravation, one of the best brainwashing techniques. I opened the door and helped her to sit inside. I attached two leads on the top of the head box to the power supply in the chamber. I strapped her arms to the arms of the chair like structure in the closet box. Then I strapped her legs in place. This prevented her removing the head box or trying to leave the closet. Then I told her what was going on. "This is where you will spend your nights, for now. I wouldn't recommend you fall asleep though. The straps that run between your legs have two contacts on either side of your clitoris. If you move your head more than a few degrees in any direction, the mercury switch on top of the head box will close the circuit. The leads that are strapped to your pussy are from a cattle prod I disassembled. When the Mercury switch closes you will get a jolt from the cattle prod on your slutty little pussy. That will feel something like this." I touched the momentary contact switch that activated the little red light on the wall of the closet to show the circuit was activated. This also sent a jolt to the contacts as the circuit had to close to turn on the light. Breaking and Training Millie jumped as the instantaneous jolt of electricity shocked her clit. "The big difference is the test switch I just activated is momentary contact. If you get the mercury switch activated, until you get the bead of mercury centered again the jolt will continue. If you are bouncing around because the cattle prod is shocking your whore's cunt, you might not be able to settle yourself enough, very quickly to stop the shock, so I would hold my head very still if I were you. Oh, the good news, if you feel the need to relieve yourself, either pee or poop there is a bucket under your seat, so just let go. Unless you have a question, I will see you in the morning, otherwise Goodnight, I am activating the mercury switch now, so get real still." Millie was learning fast and the only thing she said was "Goodnight Master," as she centered her head. I flipped the secondary circuit switch that activated the Mercury switch and a failsafe timer that would allow her to receive jolts for no more than 45 seconds before temporarily disabling the system to allow her to settle down for 30 seconds, and then reactivate. I wasn't a completely cold-hearted bastard. Besides, activating the circuits from the cattle prod for too long a period would burn them out. I closed the door and activated the timer on the sound system. I secured the door on the chamber. I left the dungeon, placing a padlock on the outer door, and used the tunnel I had had built from the house to the cellar. Once in the house, I changed back to my jeans and turned off the alert system and watched TV until around midnight. I reviewed the results of tonight's session with Millie on the video monitor tape and decided I needed to record over the tape to prevent it potentially being used as evidence against me and so after reviewing it I placed it in the pile of tapes available for reuse. I checked the current status indicators, and Millie had apparently dozed off once, as the shocker had triggered for a 27-second duration. No triggers since that one. The audio tape I had set to run at midnight had started, so the speakers from a salvaged set of headphones in the head box would play over and over again in the flattest monotone I could muster. I was once a DJ, so I had the pipes to use a tape as a 'brainwashing' tool. So from midnight until 5am, a loop would repeat over and over again that she was a slut, and that her only chance at redemption was to embrace her slutiness and to serve her Master as a bitch-whore. That her whore's cunt, her ass and mouth were made for one thing and that was for fucking. That her Master had actually taken her was a good thing, for she could redeem herself by accepting her fate as a slave and learn how to be the best slut she could possibly be. That all her rewards would come once she embraced her role as a slave to be fucked. It would loop constantly drilling not only the message, but also the soothing sound of my voice. That along with sleep depravation should turn her. The next morning, I arose at my normal time (too damned early, one of the vagaries of getting older) and dressed in normal attire of jeans and work shirt. It was Saturday, so I didn't have to worry about work. On Monday, I would go into the office just long enough to announce I was taking vacation. That would allow me two weeks of uninterrupted effort with Millie. She would surely break before that period was over. I had coffee and fixed me some bacon and eggs for my breakfast. Millie wouldn't be eating for a while, that would be determined by her level of cooperation in the events that were unfolding. After breakfast, I turned on the Alert system, and headed to the dungeon. The further away we got from Millie's disappearance, the more likely I would receive a visit from the authorities as a part of their search for her. I didn't think it would occur before Monday or Tuesday, but I wanted to be ready. I wanted to answer the door on their first attempt to question me, so they wouldn't have a need to come back. When I got in the dungeon, I put a divider in the cage. This was another rebar wall, which would require the occupant of the cage to stand. Then I went to the chamber and opened the door. Millie jumped when she felt the inrush of cooler air. Her sitting in the chamber had helped warm the air in its' confined space. After the door had been open for a couple of minutes, her nipples began to harden, a sure sign of the discomfort of the cooler air in the room. I switched off the shocker circuitry and unlatched the bindings from her wrists and ankles. "Good morning my little bitch, How are you this morning?" "Good Morning Master. This slut is tired and hungry." Millie referring to herself as a slut was a good sign, but I realized it was too soon for her to be ready to turn, unless she was very 'feeble-minded', and she just didn't present herself to be that soft in the head. I helped her to stand, and out of the chamber. I guided her over by the cage and removed the leather straps of the shocking device. I had her kneel and removed the head box. Telling her to stand again, I gave her a glass of water to drink, tepid of course. I asked if there was anything she would like to request this morning. She had lost some of her modesty, as she made no attempts to cover her nakedness. Either that or her mind was in such a dull fog, it hadn't occurred to her. Either way it was an encouraging start. She asked if she could have some breakfast, and I replied she had to earn her food, that until she made certain gestures, she would only be allowed water for nourishment. "Is my little bitch ready to lose her virginity and the attitudes that go with it, this morning?" My cock started to stiffen at the prospect, but her response wasn't unexpected. "No Master, I know I am a worthless slut and using my whore's cunt, and my ass and mouth to provide pleasure to others is the only way, I can have purpose in this life, but I am not ready to surrender to you." Her last vestiges of resistance were still in place as I expected, but it appeared portions of the treatment were starting to take hold. Either that or she was an extremely intelligent young lady, and was using my programming to try to convince me I was winning the battle. I didn't know her well enough to judge her intelligence, but I remained a bit cynical to her response. Her follow on comment added to the encouragement, but didn't reduce my cynicism any. "I want to thank my Master, for giving me this opportunity to prove myself useful in the world. My hope is that my Master and I can devise a better way for me to show my usefulness." The educated manner in which her response warned me that perhaps she was far more intelligent than I had originally thought possible of a 19-year-old, country-hick girl. No matter though, that just meant the process might take a little longer. I moved her into the cage. I closed and secured the inner wall, and then the outer door. Millie would have to stand in there all day. She couldn't even turn sideways to sit. This would continue her sleep derivation, and the total darkness when I left the dungeon would continue her sensory depravation. I would add another element to the sensory assault, as well. When I returned to the house, I went into the kitchen and altered the discharge direction on the exhaust fan on the stove. After the contractors of the cellar had left, I had added a plenum to the collection flue from the vent hood on the stove. Then I added a second discharge flue. Under normal conditions, the collection flue gathered the exhaust from the vent hood and fed it into the plenum, using the conventional discharge fan built into the hood. Then a second fan forced the evacuation of the plenum to the outdoors. If I altered the flow of electricity, instead of the discharge fan to the outdoors coming on when the system was activated in the house, a second fan on the alternate plenum would come on and the plenum would be evacuated to the dungeon. I had run ducting along the tunnel to a register in the dungeon. In fact the register was just above the cage. Because of the distance I had added two other fans along the course of the ducting to prevent the exhaust accumulating in the ducting and never reaching the dungeon. A simple flip of a switch in the pantry was all it took to alter the flow. This rerouted the electricity to the alternate discharge fan and also to the fans along the duct route. I turned on the exhaust fan and started frying bacon. I usually fried a pound of bacon on Saturday or Sunday anyway, cooking it until it was almost thoroughly cooked. Then through the week, I could microwave, or quickly finish frying a few strips for a few moments more, slap them on a piece of bread along with an egg I microwave or skillet scrambled, and I had a breakfast I could eat on the way to work. The odor from the cooking bacon would antagonize Millie's hunger and aid my cause. I would start with the bacon and then bake a Dutch apple pie. Both provided a source and type of odor that would feed a hungry persons sense of smell. Besides when you deprive someone of one of their senses the others tend to become more acute. So with her sense of sight deprived in the pitch-dark dungeon, her senses of touch, smell, hearing, and taste would be heightened. Overnight tonight I would put a casserole of water and vanilla extract into the oven at 200 degrees. The water not quite boiling would slowly leech the aroma of the vanilla into the dungeon all night long. Vanilla not only had the odor one could only associate with food, but also had the soothing odor of home and family. A realtor had told me of this trick when I had a house on the market. They had said to put the pan in the oven when a prospect was coming to look at the house, and it had worked. In a depressed market I had sold my home and got top dollar, too. I did a few chores around the place, feeding animals, emptying sacks of feed into feed bins, etc. I produced a another audio tape similar to the one Millie had listened to the night before, same message just a little different slant to it. I had originally intended to go to the sale barn and buy cattle today instead I wanted to stay close in case the authorities visited. Mid afternoon, I went to the dungeon. The smell of baking apples and cinnamon assailed my nostrils as I entered the cellar. When I turned the light on in the dungeon, Millie raised her head from her chest and blinked her eyes in the sudden brightness of the fluorescent light. Her head on her chest told me she had been sleeping, but you could get no rest sleeping in a standing position, so I wasn't concerned that sleep depravation would no longer be an issue. "How is my little bitch, this afternoon?" I asked her as I approached the cage. I noted she was standing in a puddle of urine, the mornings water having gone though her, indicating also dehydration wasn't an issue. I was smiling broadly, not at her discomfort, but to convey a sense of assurance. I handed her another glass of tepid water to drink. She gulped it down then responded. "I am hungry, Master. May I have something to eat?" a pleading look came into her eyes as she asked. I didn't reply, just left the room, and went back up stairs, casting her in darkness again. I went to the Kitchen and a new aroma was added to those already assailing her senses. I fried two hamburger patties, adding cheese when they were cooked and placing them on bread. I returned to the dungeon. I placed hers on the small card table in the center of the room and walked to the cage eating mine. I opened the cage and the inner wall and led her over to the table. Her mouth was watering as I sat her down in a chair on the opposite side of the table from the burger. I took the chair across from her and took another bite of my burger. I began to speak. "What is your purpose in life, bitch?" I knew in the total darkness and the silence of the room, unable to sleep, she could only dwell on the diatribe that had run through her mind for 5 hours the night before. The effect of her depravation was starting to take effect, or so it seemed. "I am a worthless slut, Master. My only purpose is to use my whore's cunt, my ass and my mouth in the service of my Master, and to give pleasure to others." "Are you ready to beg me to take your worthless virginity and use you like the slut you are?" "No Master, Please don't take my virginity. Please help me find another way to serve my Master." Millie started to sob as she spoke those words, and for a fleeting instant I felt sorry for the beautiful young woman. "In case you haven't figured it out yet, yours is a life of rewards and punishments. This sandwich is for you, but you haven't yet learned your place in the scheme of things. Why should I reward you when you have done nothing to earn a reward?" I took the last bite of my burger and swallowed it her eyes staring at my chewing face. "Master, what must I do to earn pleasure in your sight and gain my reward?" "Beg me to take your virginity so you might begin your life of service as a bitch-whore giving pleasure to those I might require." "No please Master, Please. Help me find another way." Millie began to sob again, having gained control of her emotions of a moment before. I turned up the pressure. "This burger is yours if you perform in a way to gain a reward. Yet you are a slut and a bitch-whore who won't give up her worthless virginity. What am I to do with you? I should put you in the rack and whip you for not assuming your place in my service. I had thought to gain your acceptance of your position and your required place in my service without force. Yet, it seems I may have failed you by not forcing you to serve." She reacted quickly to the prospect of punishment. "Punishment is not necessary Master. You have not failed me. I am a worthless slut as you say I am. My place in your service is certain, I had just hoped my Master could help me discover a better way to serve him. Preserving my virginity for my future husband." An attempt at a smile crossed her face. It was lost in her disappointment, when I picked up 'her burger' and took a large bite, smacking loudly as I chewed the bite. "Perhaps there is a way I can reward you, bitch. Come here." I pointed to the place at my feet as I slid my chair back from the table. She stared as she rose and my hand reached for the burger again. I picked it up like I was going to take a bite and then laid it back down on the paper plate lying on the table. Like a ravenous animal, her eyes never left the plate of food as she came around the table. She stopped in front of my chair, and my hand went to her chest and I fondled her breast momentarily. Her eyes closed as I played with her pert teen breasts. My hand trailed down her chest and across her belly, to the tufts of curly blond hair that sprouted from her pubes. I inspected the insides of her thighs, never touching her crotch, then I ordered her to turn around. I told her to pull the chair beside where she stood around in front of her. She did as she was instructed to do. I told her to bend over and place her hands on the seat of the chair. She did so, obediently. I placed my hand on the inside of one of her knees and told her to spread her legs further apart. She moved one foot a couple of inches further away from where it had once stood. I slapped her ass with my hand, the loud smack resonating through the room. My handprint quickly appeared in red on her upturned ass cheek. "I said spread your legs, bitch!" I bellowed. Millie sobbed, but spread her feet shoulder width apart. She was getting closer to breaking, but she wasn't broken yet. My hand trailed up the inside of her thigh until I reached her pussy. I inserted my finger into the entrance of her cunt and found it dry. I withdrew my finger and wet it with my saliva and started to rub the brown star of her ass winking provocatively in front of me. Once the outside had been thoroughly slickened, I rewet my finger and inserted it to the first knuckle in her ass. She jumped at the intrusion, but didn't move out of position. She sobbed more heavily at the humiliation I was subjecting her to in her mind. I knew for certain there would come a day, very soon, when this wouldn't be humiliating to her, but at this time it served my purpose well, in the breaking process. I began to saw my finger in and out of her upturned ass, gaining a little more depth with each insertion. I began to further indoctrinate her mind to what she was destined to be. "A slut like you will have all of her holes available for pleasure to those her Master requires she service. Finding pleasure from a cock in your whore's cunt and even in your mouth will come naturally, but you will have to learn to enjoy pleasure in you ass. Soon though you will thrill at a large cock fucking you here as much as you find pleasure being fucked elsewhere. Soon the pleasure of being fucked will be as natural as breathing and you won't care where you are being fucked or by who or what. First you must give up this desire to preserve your worthless virginity, but for know, just find pleasure in the fucking my finger is providing to your ass. Search inside and let the slut that dwells in you focus on the presence in your ass and the pleasure that brings." Millie continued to sob as I spoke. Now though, either the hopelessness of her situation or concentration on her part, stopped the tears and as my finger slid in and out of her bowels at a pace that would be normal if I were fucking her with my cock. She began to move, imperceptibly at first, but then with more and more certainty to counter-thrust against my finger. I used my other hand to probe her cunt again, and it had started to grow moist. Granted she wasn't yet fully involved in lust, but any sexually stimulated change was a plus. Not wanting to rupture the hymen that was claimed by my cock, I traced the outer rim of her cunt, only penetrating to the first knuckle on my finger. My finger thoroughly moist, I withdrew it and replaced it with my thumb, while my finger traveled down to start massaging her clit. After a few more minutes of my finger steadily fucking her ass, the thumb on my other hand massaging the entrance to her virgin cunt and the girl-juice slickened finger massaging her clit, Millie moaned. I stopped my manipulations and was pleased to see Millie disappointed. When I removed my finger from her ass and my hand from her crotch, her ass continued to move for a second or two, and she uttered a "Wha" before catching herself. I guess she thought I was going to bring her to orgasm as I had eating her pussy the night before. I instructed her to turn around and sit down. I had her draw her chair as close to mine as possible. Positioned this way, her crotch was spread and the beautiful virgin pussy that would soon be offered up was staring me in the face. She had been required to rotate her hips forward some and her brown star was even puckering for me to see. My cock was already straining against my jeans, but the sight of her pretty blond pubes threatened to rip the seam right out. I proceeded with my intentions. I felt she was suitably aroused and desensitized to modesty to not get much resistance to this next assault on her senses. I grasped her ankles and pulled her legs up and apart resting them on the edge of the chair. I told her to hold them there, and spread her knees so those pert breasts were inside her legs. I reached down and began to manipulate the lips of her pussy. I looked at her once and she blushed deeply, but held this position without moving. I pulled and probed at her lips and cunt and drew her juices out with my finger. I teased her clit a moment and was rewarded by seeing the little nub start to stiffen. Her nipples were also starting to stiffen and they hadn't been, so I knew it was arousal and not cold. I again wet my finger and her eyes followed my hand as I tasted the liquid on my finger. She blushed as I made a big deal out of savoring the flavor.