****** The Burglar by Hanley Strapmann ******
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The Burglar


Kris smoothed down her dress and inspected herself in the mirror. The light
blue dress clung to her shape. Her dark brown hair cascaded past her shoulders
in luscious waves. She practiced her smile which made her dark brown eyes
dance.

One last check of her high heels and stockings and she was off to work. She
picked up her purse and left her hotel room to find the hallway overly active
with the going and coming of guests. It was always this way when there was a
big gem show in town.

She made her way to the lobby and then to the lounge. Her target would be
there. Kris had chosen the man well; Richard was at the gem show selling very
high end jewelry. He was alone at the show, married, and about the right age,
just past forty. Kris had cased him at the jewelry show but had never
introduced herself, they would "get to know each other" later. Another
important point, Richard didn't use the hotel's safe. She smiled an almost evil
smile when she saw him sitting at the bar watching a game on the television.

Kris took the stool next to Richard and turned her back to him. As she sat
down, she noticed that Richard was drinking scotch on the rocks. She ordered
the same, keeping her back to him. A mirror in front of her gave her a view of
Richard; she noticed him look her over and then return to the game. Kris
surreptitiously took a small vial from her purse, she poured it into her scotch
and awaited her moment.

It didn't take long. A score was made by the televised team and Richard
cheered. Kris turned "to see what the commotion was about" and, in a smooth
practiced manner, switched drinks with Richard. Holding Richard's scotch in her
hands, she turned back around away from Richard, took a sip, and left the
lounge.

If Richard was true to form, he would, as he had for the last three days, leave
the lounge around eleven and return to his room. Kris checked her watch,
fifteen to eleven. She found a seat where she could see the lounge's door and
waited. A few men "checked her out" as they walked by, but none made a move on
her. This was too nice of a hotel and Kris was dressed much too well to be a
hooker.

As expected, Richard left the lounge at almost exactly eleven and walked to the
elevator. Kris timed herself so that she arrived at the elevator slightly
before Richard. The elevator opened and the two of them and an elderly couple
entered. The elderly couple pressed the button for the fourth floor, Richard
fourteen, Kris asked the couple to press fifteen.

By the time the elevator had reached the fourth floor, the drugs were starting
to have their affect on Richard. He grasped the elevator handles and slightly
slumped against the wall.

Kris looked over at him and gave her "concerned" face, "Are you feeling OK?"

Richard straightened up a bit, didn't want to make a bad impression on this
attractive woman, "I think so."

Kris turned her attention to the front of the elevator again. Now Richard
noticeably slumped against the wall. Kris caught him. "You don't look very
good. Do you want me to help you to your room?"

With Kris's warm and partially exposed breast pressed against his arm, Richard
would have had to be dead to have said no. He nodded just as the doors to his
floor opened. Kris helped him to his room, took the card-key from him and let
the two of them into the room.

By now, the drugs were working extremely well. With an effort, Kris was able to
get Richard to the bed before he collapsed into a deep slumber. Kris sighed and
tanked her Italian pharmacist for that miracle drug.

In a few minutes, the slumbering Richard was totally nude and tied spread eagle
on the bed, his limp cock laying fully exposed, not for long thought Kris.

Kris turned to her true task. With a practiced eye she scanned the room and
chose the most likely locations; in a few minutes she had found the jewelry,
under the bed.

Taking Richard's card-key, she took the jewelry to her own room on the fifth
floor and return with a small bag. Richard hadn't moved an inch, but, she knew
from experience that the drug would be wearing off in about an hour.

Now came the fun part. She set up the camera with its automatic timers and
removed her dress. Stockings and heels made the most lasting impression. Kris
knew what she was doing, as the timer automatically activated the camera, she
assumed poses with poor Richard which could be used later. She knew how to pose
Richard so that from the photo's angle, Richard would appear fully awake.

As she started to bring life to his cock, Richard also started to return from
his slumber. Between fully asleep and awake, he felt his cock get the best
sucking ever, he responded with thrusts; it was a Kodak moment.

Kris stroked his balls and pumped his cock in her mouth. As she felt his sack
contract, she removed her mouth and jerked him off until he shot his cum into
the air to land on his groin and her hand. With the climax, Richard became more
aware of his situation. He looked down at the naked Kris holding his cock,
tested his bindings, "What the hell!"

"Oh come now," Kris said as she bent and kissed the head of his shriveling
prick, "you enjoyed it." Kris took a lace handkerchief and wiped the semen from
her hand. "A little Clinton," she thought.

Richard was torn between his duty to his wife and the ecstasy that he had felt.
What the hell he thought, can't do anything about it anyway.

Kris swung her legs so that he could reach her pussy. "Now its your turn," she
said. Richard didn't need any coaxing, he raised his head and pushed his tongue
against her waiting clit. She rotated and ground her pussy against his eager
mouth and tongue. When he took a nip on her clit, she climaxed onto his face.
All the while, the camera continued to click.

Kris collected herself and dressed. As she checked her face in the mirror,
Richard asked, "What's your name?"

Kris didn't even pause, "It doesn't matter. You won't be seeing me again." She
collected her things and placed them in her bag. Richard laid contentedly on
the bed.

Kris went to the foot of the bed, glanced at the soft cock and then thought
better. Once is enough. She looked at Richard's face and said, "Here's the
deal. I found your jewelry, they are mine now."

Richard's eyes bugged out and he screamed at her. "What the shit. You little
slut, I'll go to the police."

"Go ahead. If you do, it will be your word against mine that the jewelry wasn't
a present from you. Also, " she held up the baggy with the cum stained
handkerchief, "I have the evidence that we had sex."

"But I was tied up."

"Can spike paper without a paper spike. Besides, I have all of these darling
photos of you licking me. What do you think your wife will say?" Kris loved
this part of the drama the most. She loved the control and could feel her pussy
throb with excitement.

Richard was trapped, he glanced around hoping for an escape. When none
appeared, he slumped conquered into the bed.

"Four times a year, I will send you a letter with one of the photos. Within the
letter will be an address. You will send me one of these." Kris held up a very
expensive necklace.

"But that's a five thousand dollar necklace," Richard protested.

"Yes it is," Kris twirled it to admire its shine. "But you and I also know that
you only pay a little over two thousand for it."

Richard was defeated. The nightmare would continue. Kris smiled down at her
latest victim. After a moment, she removed a vial from her bag and gingerly
removed the stopper, a slight smell of sulfuric acid could be smelled. Richard
pulled away in shock. Kris smiled again and dropped the acid on one of the
ropes holding Richard's hand. She replaced the stopper and placed the bottle
into her bag. It would take about ten minutes for the ropes to be weakened
enough for Richard to escape.

At the door, Kris turned to her latest victim. "Ciao."

Two weeks later, Kris had another target. This time she was in Dallas for a
rare coin show. She had chosen her mark and spotted him at the bar talking to
another exhibitor. David was a big man. He stood around 6'1" and weighed around
two fifty. Rumor had it that David had been a lineman for one of the NFL teams.
His wedding band appeared minuscule on his hand.

Kris took a stool next to David and ordered a Bloody Mary. The game was afoot
and she played the part as usual. When David was distracted, Kris replaced his
drink with her spiked drink. A moment later though she felt David touch her
arm. She smiled and turned to face him.

"Don't want you to think I am forward or anything, but, I had to just say
hello." David extended his hand, Kris put her drink down and shook his hand.
"You see," he continued, "those guys at the table over there are always saying
that I am so shy that I cannot talk to a gorgeous woman. I want to prove them
wrong." Dave motioned to a table behind her.

"We'll just have to prove them wrong," Kris said as she swung around and gave a
small wave to the table of men who raised their glasses in a toast.

"Thank you so very much, I will have bragging rights for a month." Dave raised
his drink as a toast to Kris. They both drank and then Kris made her excuses
and left.

Just as she planned, she "accidentally" met Dave in the elevator and awaited
the affects of the drug. As the elevator started to rise, she didn't feel too
good. Dave tried talking to her, but she had a hard time concentrating.
Finally, her knees abandoned her and Dave caught her. Her petite 5'4" was like
a rag doll in the big man's arms. Through the fog she heard him say, "I better
get you to a doctor," and he pushed the elevator buttons. At the time she
thought it strange that he pushed the button for the parking garage.

When she regained consciousness, the air was hot and moist. Collecting all of
her abilities to reason, Kris realized that she had a hood placed over her head
and the hot humid air was her own exhalation. A scream would be impossible due
to the gag over her mouth. She tried to straighten up but found her elbows
taped behind her back. Her ankles were also bound. She could feel motion and
could hear some traffic sounds. She reasoned that she was in a trunk of a car.

Fear set in. While her dress had ridden up around her waist, she could feel her
panties so knew she had not been violated. She struggled against the bindings
for a while until she realized that she could not help herself. She waited for
an opportunity.

Slowly noises from other traffic disappeared and all she could hear was the
sound of her own vehicle's wheels on the road. The car slowed and obviously
took a dirt road for a long time before it finally stopped. She heard the trunk
open. "You no good son of a bitch" she thought as she kicked blindly. Her face
was slapped through the hood. She felt the salty taste of blood on her lips.

Great arms removed her from the trunk and carried her up some steps.
Eventually, she was laid onto a bed and left. She rolled to the side to see if
she could get her arms free but all she accomplished was to fall from the bed
with a thud. Pain shot through her shoulder. After a few minutes she heard the
door open and hands sat her up and removed the hood.

The room was dark but through the little light there was, she realized she was
in a cabin of sorts. Through the window she could see pine trees. A blonde
woman knelt before her and removed the gag. Kris worked her sore jaw muscles.

"Where am I?" Kris asked as she shifted her weight.

"At our cabin. I'm Dave's wife, Jennifer." Jennifer helped Kris to her feet and
sat her on the edge of the bed. Jennifer was beautiful, long legs, big firm
breasts pressed against her sweatshirt, and bright blue eyes.

Jennifer straightened Kris' dress as much as she could. As she did so,
Jennifer's hand brushed against Kris' hardened nipples. It was only then that
Kris realized that she was aroused. She glanced down at her treacherous
nipples.

A smile crept across Jennifer's face and she rubbed the left nipple again with
the palm of her hand. The nipple responded by getting even harder. "Like that,
don't you."

"No... No I don't" protested Kris, she knew her nipples told another story.

"Well, let's see..." Jennifer's hand moved up Kris' thigh until it contacted
the soaked panties. "That's two votes that you're lying." Jennifer said.

Kris pressed her legs together, thwarting Jennifer's probing fingers. Jennifer
pulled her hand from under the dress and slapped Kris across the cheek. The
blow rolled Kris onto the bed. Jennifer rolled Kris completely onto her face
and pulled Kris' dress up to her waist. With a solid jerk, Kris' panties were
ripped away.

Kris tried to squirm away, but she was too late, while one hand restrained her,
Jennifer's other hand spanked Kris' ass until it was red. Tears streamed down
her face as Kris begged Jennifer to stop. Eventually Jennifer did; then with
the lightest of touches, Jennifer caressed the redden meat of Kris' ass.

Pain followed by pleasure caused conflict within Kris. She hated it but loved
it. She had always been in, and wanted, control; this was just the opposite.
She steeled herself and tried to stop the passion within her body.

Jennifer placed Kris kneeling before her. Jennifer pulled her sweat pants off
to reveal a mound of blond hair. Sweeping a leg over Kris' head, Jennifer
spread herself inches from Kris' face.

"No. I'm not going to do that. I've never and will never..." Kris asserted, but
her plea was cut short by another slap across the face.

"Do you need another whipping?"

Kris took stock of her situation and realized she was in no situation to
protest. She lowered her eyes and shook her head. Jennifer pulled Kris' face
into her crotch. Kris knew what to do, she had had many of her victims lick her
and she was an expert at what made her feel good. "Perhaps if I satisfy her,
she will turn me loose," she thought as her tongue worked up one lip and down
the other. This licking of Jennifer's pussy lips went on a while before Kris
started pressing her tongue into Jennifer's canal. The juices tasted good and
Kris continued, savoring the taste and sensation as Jennifer's hips started to
buck against her face.

Kris moved upward and sucked on Jennifer's clit while working the clit with her
tongue. It was only moments later that Jennifer grabbed Kris' head and pulled
it tight against her cunt. The organism lasted longer than Kris expected;
finally Jennifer released Kris and stood up.

Kris could feel the cunt juices all over her face. Jennifer put her sweat pants
on and left the room. Kris felt alone again.

She struggled to her feet and hopped to the window. As far as she could see, it
was total wilderness. She had hoped to see some civilization, another cabin, a
radio tower, anything.

"Beautiful view, isn't it?" Kris turned her head to see Dave standing in the
doorway. Dave dominated the doorway. It was the first time that Kris really
looked at Dave. His arms were as large as her legs. His chest and shoulders
were larger than she had seen on any man. What surprised her though was the
feeling she experienced in her groin. There was a hunger there that she could
not explain. She had always been attracted to the slick "pretty" men you would
find in GQ. This was a man.

Kris tried to turn and in doing so, started to fall. Dave caught her as one
would catch a rag doll. He sat in a chair and placed her on his lap. She could
feel his erection through her dress. It was huge.

"Did you have fun with Jenny?" Dave asked as he stroked her back.

She felt a shiver of excitement race through her. "How did I get here?"

Dave looked down from her eyes to her cleavage. "Wasn't too hard. I saw you
switch drinks with me." his fingers traced along the top of her breasts, "I
simply switched them back when I had you wave to that group of strangers."

"Why?"

"Wanted to see what happened." Dave said. His hand came up under her chin and
he looked into her eyes. "Looks like everything is working out well."

"Look, if you let me go now, I won't tell anyone. Just let me go."

"Can't do. We have party plans." Dave's hand dropped to Kris' right breast and
the gigantic hand took it all in and squeezed. Kris felt pain course through
her body and Dave's cock expand in size. Without being able to stop herself,
she ground her pussy against his prick.

Dave pinched her nipple and Kris let out a gasp.

As if setting up a mannequin, Dave placed Kris on her knees, all the while
pinching the breast. Standing before her he lowered his zipper and pulled his
prick out for full viewing. While she had felt it under her before, when it was
fully revealed, the size and girth amazed her.

"Please let me go," she begged. The size of his prick scared her.

"Start with the balls," he said as he pushed her head beneath the giant member.
His balls hung like oranges. While his cock rubbed against her cheek, he pushed
her face against his testicles. She tried to pull away, but, to no avail.
Eventually, she consigned herself and opened her mouth. Each testicle was much
too large for her to get her mouth around them, she rolled each of the sperm
sacks with her tongue. Never before had a man treated her like this. She
detested the fact that she had to lick his balls, but, at the same time she
felt her pussy become mushy. It didn't make sense to her.

After a few moments, he pulled her head back and placed the tip of his prick
against her lips. She tasted the pre-cum and slowly parted her lips. His prick
worked its way into her mouth. While she had given many blow-jobs to her
victims, she had always been in control and could control the depth that she
had to take; now she was being controlled and the prick worked its way further
and further; much further than she had taken ever before. She suppressed the
gagging reflex, feeling the prick enter her throat.

Dave withdrew and let her breath and then went in again. Powerful hands behind
her head started to maintain a fucking rhythm. Kris learned to gasp a breath on
the outward motion. Then he came. The balls that she had been licking a minute
ago released their store and filled her to capacity. Now her own treacherous
body betrayed her again as she climaxed harder than she had ever before.

She could take no more and collapsed from Dave's withering cock. He picked her
up and laid her gently on the bed. When she awoke, the day had turned to night.
She was hungry and thirsty.

Jennifer entered the room, "Hungry?" Kris said yes and Jennifer stood Kris up
and untied her ankles. "I don't have to tell you not to try to run do I."

"No you don't," Kris lied.

Holding Kris' bound elbow, Jennifer led her from the room into the central
room. Now Kris was sure this was a cabin. The cabin had a simple design: a
central room with fireplace, a kitchen off to the side, and several bedrooms
arranged off the central room.

Kris looked over at the German Shepherd lying by the front door and then at
Dave in the kitchen. She hung her head in submission but when she came near an
open window, she dove for it. Jennifer's grip was momentarily broken but she
caught Kris with her other hand and jerked her to the floor.

"Won't do you any good. The nearest cabin is about ten miles away and you don't
know which way that is." Jennifer growled down at her.

"Looks like she hasn't learned her lesson yet," commented Dave. "I've got an
idea. Put her at the table."

Jennifer pulled Kris across the floor to the table. With one hand, Dave placed
Kris onto a chair and then tied her legs to the legs of the chair. With her
legs splayed, the cold air rushed around her wet pussy.

For the first time since she found herself in the trunk, her arms were untied.
She moved them to displace their stiffness. While her arms were free now, she
knew she was still equally bound since she would never be able to untie the
ropes around her legs in time for an escape.

"Be sure to keep your hands above the table." Dave commented as he walked back
to the kitchen. He removed a jar of peanut butter from the cupboard and dipped
his hand into it. Kris placed her hands on the table and watched him.
Meanwhile, Jennifer had taken a seat across from Kris. Jennifer had a very
wicked smile on her face.

Dave returned with his right hand full of peanut butter. He knelt behind Kris'
chair and pulled her skirt to her waist. Kris couldn't take her eyes from
Jennifer who watched with fascination as Dave's right hand dove between Kris'
thighs and spread the peanut butter over her thighs, her pussy, and up into
her. As his fingers pressed against her clit, Kris stiffened, but she did
nothing to resist this newest assault.

Completed, Dave returned to the kitchen and washed his hands. "What's a little
peanut butter?" thought Kris. The gaze from Jennifer told Kris that the
punishment had just begun.

"Remember, if you want your hands free, keep them above the table top," Dave
said as he toweled off his hands. As he threw the towel to the sink area, he
called out, "King, come." The German Shepherd rose to his feet and came to
Dave.

Comprehension sunk into Kris. Her breath came in short panic gasps as she
glanced around the room for some hope, some help, but there was none. Her hands
remained flat on the top of the table.

Dave led the German Shepherd under the table and then took a seat. Kris felt
the dog's cold nose touch her inner thigh and her body jerked, her hands
remained on the table. "Please, oh please, no," she pleaded with both of them.

Jennifer simply smiled, "Where do you think King learned?"

The raspy tongue started working Kris' thighs. It felt so very good. The dog
was completely under the table, only his wagging tail extended and the tail
showed Kris that the dog was having fun, Kris glanced down to her pussy and saw
the muzzle of the animal licking her.

Kris was hypnotized by the muzzle. The dog's tongue moved up to her cunt and
started licking her lips, Kris' body reacted without her will, she raised her
hips to give the dog better access. She spread her knees as much as they could
be spread to invite his tongue into her. Her mind screamed NO, but her body
screamed YES. The tongue was insistent. It bore into her canal and twirled
seeking out peanut butter and Kris' own nectar. When the cold nose touched
Kris' aroused clit, she screamed in pleasure allowing the first of many
climaxes to streak through her body. The dog persisted and one climax followed
another. Kris' head rolled back and she panted, yelling "Yes,... Yes,... I
can't believe it."

The peanut butter was long gone but still the dog licked. Kris could not stop
the climaxes, even if she had wanted to. For what seemed like an hour, she
pitched, rolled, heaved, and yelled in pleasure as the dog sought out every
corner and crease of her pussy. Her fingers bit into the top of the table.

Finally satisfied that he had found all the treasure he wanted, King returned
to the front door and laid down. In exhaustion, Kris whispered, "Don't go."

The sexual high took a while to wear off. Kris opened her eyes to see
Jennifer's face between Kris' hands. Jennifer's eyes were closed savoring the
pumping the Dave was pounding into her from the other end of the table.
Jennifer's breast bobbed in unison with the slamming cock.

Kris lent forward and kissed Jennifer's mouth, feeling Jennifer's body jerk
with each cunt pounding that Dave's prick was providing.

Kris envied Jennifer. Kris' own pussy needed some attention.

Jennifer and Dave both came together with Dave's prick buried deeply within
Jennifer, her legs straight up on his shoulders. How Jennifer could take all of
Dave's prick was beyond Kris' comprehension. "Perhaps someday I will enjoy that
tool as well," Kris thought.

Jennifer and Dave collected themselves and set food and drink on the table. The
three of them ate ravenously.

When they were done eating. Jennifer tied a rope to Kris' neck and released her
from the chair. While Dave held the free end of the rope, Jennifer and Kris
cleared the table and washed the dishes. Kris felt strangely at home.

When they were done, the two women joined Dave in front of the fireplace. The
sun was just setting. Dave had Kris kneel at his feet as he stroked her hair.
Jennifer sat next to Dave and, while watching the fire, unzipped his pants and
pulled his semi-flaccid cock from his pants. With her fingernails, Jennifer
stroked the member as it grew. Kris watched in fascination as his cock took on
a life of its own.

Dave saw her eyes admiring his cock. With a gentleness that Kris didn't think a
big man could obtain, Dave removed her dress and placed her onto all fours.
Kris lowered her head and arched her back to present a better target for him.
Dave placed the head of his prick against the lips of her engorged pussy. This
was what she wanted, she pushed back against him, forcing his head into her.
She gasped upon the initial entry and then pushed back further onto the shaft.

She opened her eyes looking past her swinging breasts to her spread pussy, she
saw what looked like a telephone pole working its way into her.

Dave kept up the pressure and slowly moved his entire member into her. She felt
a fullness that she had never felt before. Through the haze, she felt his
balls, those beautiful balls that she wished she could lick right now, slap
against her.

She felt her breasts being scratched and teased and knew the Jennifer was now
assisting in Kris' pleasure. The massive cock was motionless for a second, and
then Dave began a grinding motion allowing the head of his prick to stretch and
widen Kris. The sensation was too much for her, she came in a blinding flash
and lost all sense of time. In actuality, she fainted and Dave had to hold her
ass up to keep it from slipping from his pole.

Kris regained her consciousness to the feel of the giant prick spewing forth
its prize into her. Again she came.

Once he had drained his balls in her, as a great giant moves a child, Dave
pulled Kris from his prick and sat her down on the floor. She felt the cum ooze
from her, forming a pool where she sat.

Dave removed the rope from her neck and flung it away, "We won't need this
anymore," he said.

With Dave on one side of her, and Jennifer on the other, Kris watched the fire
and felt safe and at home.

She laid her head onto Jennifer's shoulder and was almost asleep when she heard
Dave say, "Some of my football buddies are coming over tomorrow. You up for
it?"

Her heart raced, "Of course."


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