Anatomy of an InvasionChapter 4 Lilli and the Worms
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He walked up to his home like he did at the end of every work day at 6:30pm. He pulled out his keys. Inserted the key into the lock. Took a deep breath, and turned the lock. He waited for the k**s to come running up screaming, "DADDY'S HOME"! Silence. He said hello, but no one answered. Strange he thought. He poked his head back out the door to see if his wife's car was outside in the driveway. It was. He turned back around only to catch a glimpse of something black and shiny that resembled a human throwing a black shroud over his head. He went to flailing his arms trying to hit and fight back, but hit nothing but air and the door behind him. He then felt someone grab his right arm, clasp something around his wrist and put his arm behind his back. He tried with his left arm to hit the person or thing, but they grabbed his arm to fast and clasped that wrist too behind his back to his right arm. It didn't hurt him, which he was surprised about. He struggled and tossed his shoulders back and forth. He was startled and scared. beads of sweat formed on his brow. All he could think about was the safety of his c***dren. Are they ok? Did this person hurt them? Was his wife ok? Am I going to die? He asked what they wanted. He said, "I have money". "Take what you want. Just don't hurt my family", he pleaded with his unknown assailant. Silence. It was more than silence. You could hear pin drop. His thoughts echoed through his mind loud an clear... "Wasn't I a good man? I take care of my family. I take out the trash and clean the kitchen. I never stray on my wife. Yeah, we don't go to church very often, but we live by the Golden Rule. FUCK, I don't want my family to die" ...He then felt something slowly pull the black shroud really tight around his face. Not enough to constrict breathing, but taught enough to hinder it a bit. He felt something being tied around the excess material from back behind him. "What are you going to do?", he asked. Silence. As he stood there he heard the clicking of heels walking off. He stood there perplexed that he heard heels. Then he heard them walking back into the room he was in and heard something being set down. He felt a hand grab his pants by the belt buckle and turn him around and sat him easily into a chair. Nervously he asked, "What are you going to do to me?" Silence. He felt a tug at his left shoe and the person pulled it off and his sock. He felt the same with his right shoe and sock. Barefoot, the tiled floor felt cold to him. He kept asking what do you want and kept getting silence. Frustration overcame him, and he started to get angry. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?", he screamed. Nothing, not a sound whatsoever. He then felt a tug at his belt buckle. The person picked stood him up and unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He felt the zipper slowly being pulled down. He kept hearing a strange sound while this was going on. The sound of rubber rubbing against rubber very close to him. He also began to smell his wife's perfume and shampoo. He wondered why he'd be smelling that. Was his wife and k**s close by? Were they in the house? Why was this person tormenting him and his family? His thoughts ran like a deer through the woods. Going everywhere, to even the darkest parts of his mind thinking this would be the end. The person pulled his pants off and grabbed the waistband of his underwear, at least he thought it was a hand. It felt to smooth to feel like a naked hand. Gloved or something? The hand led him into another room. His dining room he thought and sat him in another chair.
He thought about getting up and trying to run. He thought about trying to maybe kick his captor. But his fear of being hurt and/or his family kept him at bay. So he sat there in his kitchen chair and anticipated what was coming next. He felt smooth like fingers grab his right leg and strap it to the leg of the chair, then this left. He asked again, "Please, don't hurt us. Take whatever you want". Silence. And then he felt a firm, but not painful slap across his face. This angered him, but he was tied and could not do anything. He said with a growl in his voice, "What the fuck is your problem? Take this cloth off my head and look me in the eyes you fucking pus-". Another firm slap against his face. He got really pissed off, but didn't say anything else. He felt the two hands touch the tops of his feet and run all the way up his legs to the inner part of his thighs and linger there for a moment. They let go and he felt something move past him, catching a whiff of his wife's perfume again. "What the fuck was that about and why do I keep smelling that perfume", he thought to himself. He heard the clicking of heels walking of towards the other end of the kitchen. He heard a knife being pulled from knife block and heard a knife being ran across the sharpener. His thoughts ran rampant, "This is it. I'm done for. I've done so many good things with my life. I have very little regrets if any. There's so many more things I want to do in my life with my family. See the Grand Canyon, go to New York City once. Meet my grandc***dren. Drink another beer. Tell my parents I love them." He heard the sharpening stop. He heard the clicking of the heels walk toward him. Tears rolled down his cheeks. "Please don't. I'll give you anything. Please don't kill me. Please. Please don't kill my family," he pleaded. He felt a hand grab his face firmly, then pull away, and then another firm slap. He was sobbing. Scared out of his mind he sat there in his underwear on a kitchen chair that he was tied to. "This is not how I'm supposed to check out and meet my maker," he screamed. Silence, and another firm slap. He felt the cold flat side of the knife rub against the inside of his thigh. He then felt his underwear being cut off from the right side of his hips. Starting at the bottom all the way to the waistband. He felt the waistband snap and release. His tiny flaccid penis was already shriveled up with fright and when the cold air his groin area it shrunk even more. He then felt knife cut the left side off. His underwear was pulled out from underneath him. He sat there. Exposed. Humiliated. Terrified. His knees shaking. His tiny penis shriveled up almost inside of his body. The clicking of heels walked away again towards where the knives were. Then clicking back. He hung his head in shame. He couldn't say anything. Terrified and shocked he was speechless. He felt this person standing between his legs. It felt smooth. Not cloth. And he felt a tug at his dress shirt and heard what sounded like snipping of scissors snapping buttons off all the way to the top to his tie. His under shirt cut all the way to the top. His chest and stomach exposed. The cold air hit him hard. His nipples hardened like they could cut diamonds. The hands flipped his collar up and pulled the shirt down so the tie would stay on. He then felt the scissors cut all the way down the sleeves to his wrist on the right side, then his left. The shirt was then pulled out from behind him. Totally naked except a loose neck tie and a cloth on his head. He hung his even farther in shame. "Why was this person doing this? He hasn't hurt anyone. Why not just kill me instead of this torturous humiliation," he thought. He felt a strap of some sort being buckled around his mid-section.
The smooth hand clipped something to each side of this strap, and those were clipped to his wrist. His wrist was clipped from each other, but connected to this new strap. It was a little more comfortable for him, but he was still freaked out and confused. As he opened his mouth to say something the person barely lifted the shroud up over his mouth and shoved his tie into his mouth. He was terrified now. The tie would muffle his screams if this person hurt him. He wondered about his wife and worried where she was. He felt the smooth hand run from his knee up to his inner thigh and stop inches away from his testicles. Then the fingers did a walking motion in a circle around his nether region. He was very nervous and anxious about what was going to happen. The smooth hand stopped it's little dance. He felt the hands rub down to his knees and spread his legs as far apart as they would go. He felt this person lean forward. He felt a warm breathing on his balls. It felt good. "What was this? What the fuck does this all mean?" he thought. The person spit on his balls, then a few flicks from what he thought was a tongue on each side of his balls. The smooth hands rubbed up to his groin area and cupped his balls. His penis started to emerge from his terrified body and he started to relax a little bit, but still nervous. The hands then gently pulled his balls and then pulled them taught. His cock started to grow. He felt a heavy breathing at the base of his cock. The smooth hand gripped his dick and he felt the mouth start to kiss his balls. Then lick. Then slobber all over his balls. The mouth engulfed both of his balls inside the mouth and roll them around with the tongue. His cock was now throbbing and engorged to a size he never felt before. He had never felt this before. He was turned on, nervous, scared, relaxed. And his family was starting to become a distant memory that just loomed in the background of his mind while he felt this bliss.
He thought about getting up and trying to run. He thought about trying to maybe kick his captor. But his fear of being hurt and/or his family kept him at bay. So he sat there in his kitchen chair and anticipated what was coming next. He felt smooth like fingers grab his right leg and strap it to the leg of the chair, then this left. He asked again, "Please, don't hurt us. Take whatever you want". Silence. And then he felt a firm, but not painful slap across his face. This angered him, but he was tied and could not do anything. He said with a growl in his voice, "What the fuck is your problem? Take this cloth off my head and look me in the eyes you fucking pus-". Another firm slap against his face. He got really pissed off, but didn't say anything else. He felt the two hands touch the tops of his feet and run all the way up his legs to the inner part of his thighs and linger there for a moment. They let go and he felt something move past him, catching a whiff of his wife's perfume again. "What the fuck was that about and why do I keep smelling that perfume", he thought to himself. He heard the clicking of heels walking of towards the other end of the kitchen. He heard a knife being pulled from knife block and heard a knife being ran across the sharpener. His thoughts ran rampant, "This is it. I'm done for. I've done so many good things with my life. I have very little regrets if any. There's so many more things I want to do in my life with my family. See the Grand Canyon, go to New York City once. Meet my grandc***dren. Drink another beer. Tell my parents I love them." He heard the sharpening stop. He heard the clicking of the heels walk toward him. Tears rolled down his cheeks. "Please don't. I'll give you anything. Please don't kill me. Please. Please don't kill my family," he pleaded. He felt a hand grab his face firmly, then pull away, and then another firm slap. He was sobbing. Scared out of his mind he sat there in his underwear on a kitchen chair that he was tied to. "This is not how I'm supposed to check out and meet my maker," he screamed. Silence, and another firm slap. He felt the cold flat side of the knife rub against the inside of his thigh. He then felt his underwear being cut off from the right side of his hips. Starting at the bottom all the way to the waistband. He felt the waistband snap and release. His tiny flaccid penis was already shriveled up with fright and when the cold air his groin area it shrunk even more. He then felt knife cut the left side off. His underwear was pulled out from underneath him. He sat there. Exposed. Humiliated. Terrified. His knees shaking. His tiny penis shriveled up almost inside of his body. The clicking of heels walked away again towards where the knives were. Then clicking back. He hung his head in shame. He couldn't say anything. Terrified and shocked he was speechless. He felt this person standing between his legs. It felt smooth. Not cloth. And he felt a tug at his dress shirt and heard what sounded like snipping of scissors snapping buttons off all the way to the top to his tie. His under shirt cut all the way to the top. His chest and stomach exposed. The cold air hit him hard. His nipples hardened like they could cut diamonds. The hands flipped his collar up and pulled the shirt down so the tie would stay on. He then felt the scissors cut all the way down the sleeves to his wrist on the right side, then his left. The shirt was then pulled out from behind him. Totally naked except a loose neck tie and a cloth on his head. He hung his even farther in shame. "Why was this person doing this? He hasn't hurt anyone. Why not just kill me instead of this torturous humiliation," he thought. He felt a strap of some sort being buckled around his mid-section.
The smooth hand clipped something to each side of this strap, and those were clipped to his wrist. His wrist was clipped from each other, but connected to this new strap. It was a little more comfortable for him, but he was still freaked out and confused. As he opened his mouth to say something the person barely lifted the shroud up over his mouth and shoved his tie into his mouth. He was terrified now. The tie would muffle his screams if this person hurt him. He wondered about his wife and worried where she was. He felt the smooth hand run from his knee up to his inner thigh and stop inches away from his testicles. Then the fingers did a walking motion in a circle around his nether region. He was very nervous and anxious about what was going to happen. The smooth hand stopped it's little dance. He felt the hands rub down to his knees and spread his legs as far apart as they would go. He felt this person lean forward. He felt a warm breathing on his balls. It felt good. "What was this? What the fuck does this all mean?" he thought. The person spit on his balls, then a few flicks from what he thought was a tongue on each side of his balls. The smooth hands rubbed up to his groin area and cupped his balls. His penis started to emerge from his terrified body and he started to relax a little bit, but still nervous. The hands then gently pulled his balls and then pulled them taught. His cock started to grow. He felt a heavy breathing at the base of his cock. The smooth hand gripped his dick and he felt the mouth start to kiss his balls. Then lick. Then slobber all over his balls. The mouth engulfed both of his balls inside the mouth and roll them around with the tongue. His cock was now throbbing and engorged to a size he never felt before. He had never felt this before. He was turned on, nervous, scared, relaxed. And his family was starting to become a distant memory that just loomed in the background of his mind while he felt this bliss.
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