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THE INTRUDERS, PART 1
I gasped. Kristina looked at me nervously, as if she couldn't quite trust
my reaction. "Is this ... all right?" she asked.
I stared at her some more, then finally found my voice. "No," I said,
"it's not all right at all." As she began to frown, I grinned and added,
"You look amazing baby, seriously."
And she really did. Her slender body was usually a little too boyish for
my tastes, which generally ran to much bustier and curvy figures. I'd only
really taken to her in the first place because her face was so pretty, and
because she seemed so desperate to get into my pants. Even then, I might
just have settled for the occasional blowjob, as I did with so many of the
younger secretaries. Working for my father's firm made it easy for me to
have the pick of them - and given that the old man pretty much did the
same, I felt safe from any complaint to HR.
But Kristina was so enthusiastic in her attentions that I'd broken my
usual rule and started going out with her regularly - or at least visiting
her apartment. With a wife at home who was eight months' pregnant with our
first child, she was a welcome source of sexual relief. But I was starting
to get a little bit tired of her bony frame - until I had the brainwave of
buying her a collection of sexy lingerie. She had just emerged from the
bedroom wearing some of it - and it had absolutely transformed her.
I wasn't sure which I found more enticing - the translucent lace camisole
that almost but not quite concealed her small tits, the shimmering silk of
the black stockings that clung to her long legs, held in place by an
intricately patterned suspender belt, or the glimpse of her sex afforded
by the crotchless panties.
I beckoned her over and spent a few pleasurable minutes running my hands
over the soft fabrics that covered her thin frame, then gestured downwards
with my head. She knew what to do. As I stripped off my shirt she knelt in
front of me and started unbuckling my belt. Within seconds my engorged
cock was thrusting into her willing mouth. My mind was already turning to
the delicious prospect of bending her over the small dining table and
fucking her from behind, when the doorbell rang.
Startled, I pulled out of her mouth. "You expecting anyone?" I demanded
crossly. Kristina shook her head. "Well, go tell them to fuck off," I
instructed. She nodded, picked up the coat that she had discarded when we
had got back from the wine bar, and hurried out of the room. I could hear
her high heels clicking on the wooden boards of the hallway.
The front door opened, there was a brief conversation that I couldn't
hear, and then it closed again. A few seconds later, Kristina stumbled
back into the living room. "I'm sorry Brandon," she said, but I wasn't
looking at her. All my attention was on the two men who had followed her
in - and on the knives they were carrying. They weren't cutlery knives, or
penknives. They weren't even the kind of knives you'd use to chop meat in
a kitchen. They had long, evil-looking blades that could only be used for
killing or maiming - and right now, one of them was being waved in my
direction.
"Brandon, eh?" said its owner. He was tall and heavily built, perhaps in
his 40s, with straggly black hair and a pock-marked face that I suspected
would have scared me witless even it hadn't creased into a menacing grin
as he glanced down at my rapidly shrinking erection. "Did we frighten your
poor little man? No loss there, I'd say. But I reckon we should have a
look at what got it all excited." He turned to his companion. "What do you
reckon Dave?"
The other intruder, who was holding a scared-looking Kristina by the arm,
returned the grin. He was much younger, with a fresh face and close
cropped hair. Although similarly sized to his companion, he gave the
impression that where the older man might run to some flab, he was built
of solid muscle under his frayed t-shirt and dirty jeans. Shifting his
grip, he pulled the coat off my girlfriend and gave an appreciative
whistle at what was revealed.
"Very nice," murmured the first man, "very nice indeed. I reckon she'll do
nicely, don't you?" Dave nodded, then jerked his head at me. "But I'm not
sure I fancy yours, Ken."
The older man laughed, a sound that, if anything, was even more disturbing
than his smile. "Oh I don't know, appearances can be deceptive, you know."
He took a step towards me.
I backed away, realising as I did so that my hands were now cupped around
my exposed genitals. "Look," I said, fighting to force the words past the
fear that constricted my throat, "I've... I've got some money in my
wallet. You can take that. And Kristina has jewellery. You -"
I got no further in my gabbling. Moving with surprising speed for someone
of his size, Ken closed the distance between us and fetched me a ringing,
open-handed slap on the side of my face. I felt the cheek redden and would
have cowered down onto the floor if he hadn't grabbed me by the chin and
held me in place with one massive hand. "Dave," he called over his
shoulder, "why don't you go and see whether the young lady has what we
need?" Without waiting for an answer, he turned his attention back to me.
I looked up into his scowling face and was so petrified that I was worried
I might wet myself. I had never been one for physical confrontation, much
less violence. Short and lightly built, I was in no position to win any
fights - and I had generally avoided sport, gyms or any situations that
called for strength or aggression. I preferred to let my money - or, if I
was honest, my family's money - do all the talking.
But now none of that was going to help me. I was completely at this
brute's mercy - and he knew it. For a couple of minutes he held me in
place, saying nothing. My heart hammered in my chest and I kept flicking
frightened glances down to the weapon he was twirling in his free hand.
After what seemed like an eternity, he lifted up the knife in front of my
terrified face, and then put it down on a side table, where I could reach
it just as easily as him. "I'm not going to need that, am I?" he growled.
"N-no," I stuttered. He gazed at me steadily for a moment. "No, sir," I
amended. He gave a little nod of satisfaction. Behind him, I heard his
younger accomplice call out. "We're all good Ken, she knows what to do."
"Right," said the older man to me. "We're going to have a look around and
see what we fancy taking with us when we leave. But before we say goodbye,
we're going to have a little bit of a party first. And what's a party
without girls, eh Dave?"
"Gotta have girls," affirmed his companion with a laugh, sauntering
through the living room into the kitchen, where I could hear the fridge
door being opened.
"Trouble is," continued Ken, "we seem to have only one available, and
there's two of us. So where do you suppose we're going to find a second
girl? I mean we could pay for one, but that would defeat the purpose of
this being a robbery, wouldn't it? So might be easier if we just, you
know, used the material at hand, right? Come on."
As he started steering me towards the bedroom, I tried to process what he
had just said, then gaped with shock. "Wait - you can't mean ... ?"
"I mean," he said as he pushed open the door to reveal Kristina,
trepidation written all her face, "that if two girls don't come out to
join us for a drink, it will not be the walls on which we'll be carving
our initials as a memento, got that?"
"Yes," I mumbled miserably as I joined my girlfriend. "I mean, yes sir."
"Good girl," growled Ken. He shifted his gaze to Kristina. "Better do a
good job," he warned. She gave a scared nod and then stood back as he
pulled the door shut.
"Come on," she said, her voice steadier than I would have expected, "we'd
better get started." She gestured to a pile of clothing on the bed.
I stared at her incredulously, conscious of the fear churning in my guts.
"You can't be serious!" I exclaimed. "Can't we ..."
"Can't we what?" she answered in a dull tone. "We're six floors up, so we
can't get out. If we bang on the walls, they'll hear us. And that horrible
guy Dave took my phone. They'll have got yours too - I saw you put it down
out there." She took a deep breath. "We're going to have to, Brandon, if
we want to, you know ... get through this."
"But I can't," I babbled. "Maybe you could ..." I gestured towards the
door.
Kristina's face darkened. "Could what? Take care of them on my own? Is
that what you mean?" I nodded miserably.
"Oh thank you very much," she said bitterly, though still taking care to
keep her voice low. "While you find somewhere under the floorboards to
hide, I suppose. Very gallant of you, I'm sure. But no, you heard what
they said. They want both of us. And I do not want to argue with those
knives, got it?"
I shook my head. I didn't either. But every fibre in my body wanted to
rebel against what I was being forced to do. My mouth opened and closed
and I almost bounced up and down as I tried simultaneously to convey that
to Kristina and come up with a way out of my predicament.
"Brandon!" she hissed and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the en-suite
bathroom. "Just shut do what you're told, okay?" She opened a cabinet with
her free hand and took out a bottle of pills. "Take two of those. They'll
help calm you down." She handed me a glass of water and I did as I was
told. "Now get in the shower."
I opened my mouth to protest, but there was an unusually determined look
on her face - and I was out of other options at this point. So I got into
the narrow cubicle and turned on the water. I reached for my usual soap,
but Kristina gave me a different bottle of lotion to use. It produced a
floral-scented foam, with which I liberally coated my torso. I was about
to rinse it off, but my girlfriend stopped me. "You need to lose that body
hair," she instructed. "You do the top half, I'll do the bottom, okay?"
She handed me a razor, keeping a second for herself.
Once again, I thought about arguing, but her expression dissuaded me. So
instead I started the process of carefully removing the meagre amount of
dark hair from my chest, my arms, even my armpits, conscious that she was
doing the same to my legs. When I was done, she rinsed me off, reapplied
the foam and finished off any patches I'd missed, including on the parts
of my back I couldn't reach. Finally, she carefully shaved my genitals. It
might have been a sensual experience under other circumstances, but as it
was I had to hold myself still, terrified she might cut me - but her hands
were a lot steadier than mine would have been.
After rinsing off again, and shampooing my hair several times, I was
finally allowed out of the shower, shivering involuntarily at the strange
feeling of being hairless. I was also feeling quite lightheaded, which I
assumed was the work of the pills I'd taken. I made no protest as Kristina
worked some sort of cream into my hair before putting it into curlers,
then led me back into the bedroom. "Put these on," she instructed.
"These" turned out to be a pair of wispy stockings. "I - I can't," I
mumbled.
"Oh, of course, you don't know how, do you? Here, let me show you."
Kristina sat me down on the bed, and then neatly rolled up one of the
stockings, gathering it in the same way I might do with a tight pair of
socks. She slipped it over the toes of one unresisting foot and then
steadily unrolled it, pulling and smoothing it as it went, until it's
elasticated and patterned top was clinging to my thigh, the fabric - was
it silk? - feeling gossamer light against my shaven leg. She handed me the
other stocking. "Now, you try."
I looked up at her wordlessly, feeling utterly adrift. She nodded, and
gave me a an encouraging smile. It took a little effort, but before long,
I had the second stocking in place, to be followed by a pink and black bra
and panty set that I recognised as one of my recent purchases for her.
"Good thing you're about the same size as me," she smiled, as she tucked
my inert cock away inside the smooth fabric, where it left a small bulge.
"I think I've got some breast pads here somewhere ... oh yes, here they
are." She slipped a couple of flesh-coloured inserts inside my bra, to
give an impression of a small pair of boobs. "Now, shoes ... you won't fit
in my pumps, I think your feet are a little bigger than mine, but maybe
these, with the open toes?" She held up a pair for inspection.
I found my voice for what felt like the first time since I'd got in the
shower. "But ... the heels are too high! I won't be able to stand up in
them."
"Sure you will," she said reassuringly, and got me to step into them. It
was a tight squeeze, but she was able to get the straps up and over the
back of my heels and fasten the ones on top of my feet. My toes protruded
a little over the front, but I was able to stand in them, if somewhat
unsteadily. I spent a few minutes walking up and down in the bedroom, with
Kristina instructing me in how to "walk like a lady." By the time she had
me sit down in front of her dresser, my calves were starting to ache, but
I'd at least got over the feeling that I was going to take a tumble with
every step.
"Now, makeup," said my girlfriend, who seemed to be relishing the chance
to focus on my transformation, rather than think about what might come
next. "They're not going to want anything subtle, so I'm afraid I'm going
to have to cake it on ..."
For what seemed like the best part of an hour she worked away on my face
and hair and eyelashes and fingernails. I had no idea so many creams and
powders and paint seemed to go into female makeup - it was simply
extraordinary. At one point there was a rap on the door. "How's it going
in there?" called Dave. "Fine - just a little longer," answered Kristina
calmly, raising her voice to be heard. "You do want us looking good ,
right?"
"Yeah," came the answer, "but we're running out of booze - and we want
some company."
"Understood," said my girlfriend, patiently continuing the task of
applying lipstick, not straight out of a tube, as I would have thought,
but with a little brush. "There - that looks pretty good. Now, what about
some perfume - and jewellery, mustn't forget that!"
She lightly sprayed some scent around my neck and then, after some
deliberation, wound some pearls tightly around my neck and swapped out my
usual small earrings for pendants with a gold-encased pearls that matched
the choker.
"Do you want a look?" she asked, gesturing towards the mirror that had
been behind me the whole time she was working on me. I wasn't at all sure
that I did, but took a peek anyway - then stared, transfixed by the image
in the glass.
It was a stranger. Not ... a woman, not quite. Definitely a guy with
makeup - lots of makeup. But not me, surely. Because I didn't, I couldn't
possibly look that ... hot? Sexy? Even ... slutty?
And yet when I saw that face, the big eyes rimmed in black, the heavy
lashes that disappeared as I blinked my own, the rosy cheeks, the
glistening crimson lips parted in an O of astonishment, and all framed by
blonde-tipped curls ...
With a start, I realised that my cock was stiffening inside my panties. Oh
god, I was giving myself a hard-on! What kind of pervert did that make me?
I looked round to see whether Kristina had noticed, but she was busy
touching up her own lipstick, peering over my shoulder into the mirror.
She smacked her lips, then patted me on the shoulder. "Time to go baby,
they'll be waiting."
The reference to the two intruders was enough to soften my erection, but
not as much as I would have liked. Stifling the urge to go and hide in the
bathroom, I rose and followed Kristina out of the door and into the living
room, still a little uncertain in my heels.
"Well fuck me!" exclaimed Ken, as I came into view. He was sitting back on
one of the armchairs, legs akimbo, a large glass of wine in his hand as he
stared at me. My stomach gave another lurch as his gaze roamed up and down
me. "So, who do we have here?" This last was directed to Kristina.
She nodded in my direction. "This is, uh, Brandi," she said quietly. Ken
gave an explosive laugh. "Brandi, eh? I suppose you'll be saying she's got
lots of spirit, right?" My girlfriend looked puzzled at that, but he waved
his hand. "Don't worry about it sweetie, you just go and join Dave there
on the couch, yeah?"
As Kristina reluctantly did as she was told, Ken beckoned to me. "And you
can come and sit on your Uncle Ken's lap ... Brandi." He patted his thighs
and gave me a leer.
I don't know if the blush was visible through all the makeup I was
wearing, but I could feel it spread up my neck. My cheeks felt like they
were glowing with mortification as I lowered myself down to perch on his
thighs and felt his hands roam over my exposed body.
His touch was more gentle than I would have credited. I shivered as he
caressed my legs and let his fingertips rest on the exposed thigh above
the stocking tops. But worse was to come, as he moved them further up.
"Well now, what do we have here?" His tone conveyed a mixture of amusement
and contempt as his questing hand found the lump inside my lacy panties.
To my utter shame, I felt myself become hard again.
There was a kind of heat in my groin, and I seemed to have no control over
my arousal. So when he used his free hand to tilt my head around and then
brought his mouth down upon my own, I couldn't help the little moan that
escaped my parted lips, even as I quailed at the unfamiliar and unwelcome
sensation of being kissed by a man.
The combination of feeling utterly helpless and yet turned on left me
reeling. I wanted to pull away from the stale breath, the stubble that
rasped against my painted lips, the tongue that probed into my mouth ...
and yet at the same time, something wanted him to keep stroking and
squeezing the throbbing organ trapped inside the silky fabric of my
knickers.
I should have resisted more, I knew. But he was bigger than me, and had a
knife, and ... it wasn?t as if I was giving anything back. Maybe this was
all I would have to do?
But even as the thought flitted across my confused brain, I knew it wasn?t
true. Being kissed and fondled was going to be the very least of it ...
As if to emphasise that point, Ken eased me further onto his lap, so that
my panty-clad bottom was resting directly on top of his crotch. ?Wiggle
your ass,? he instructed.
I did as I was told, grinding my butt into him and being rewarded - if
that was the right word - by the feeling of something coming alive inside
his pants. Something very big indeed ...
I shuddered and involuntarily caught the eye of the man who had me at his
mercy. He grinned, then inclined his head towards the couch. ?Looks like
your girlfriend?s having almost as much fun as you are, Brandi, eh??
I glanced across and stared at the sight of Kristina, her bra and panties
already discarded, writhing in unmistakable pleasure as Dave kissed her
exposed nipples and worked the hand that was jammed between her legs. As I
watched in appalled fascination, I felt Ken stroking my bottom, then
easing his own hand down inside the back of my knickers. I nearly leapt
out of his lap as his probing finger parted my cheeks and traced the rim
of my anus.
Yet even with that distraction, I couldn?t tear my eyes off the sight of
what was happening across the room. Raising his head from the modest boobs
he?d been suckling, Dave nodded towards his groin. Without any apparent
trace of reluctance, Kristina dropped to her knees and fumbled with the
younger man?s zip. After some difficulty, she drew out his stiff
appendage. Her gasp at its size was echoed by own exclamation, and then a
peal of answering laughter from the two men.
?Funny,? smirked Ken, ?you could swear she hadn?t seen a real cock before!
But I reckon she likes what she sees ...?
From the eager way that Kristina fed the tip of Dave?s monster phallus
into her waiting mouth, I reckoned the same. I shook my head in wonder as
she gave up trying to get its massive length down her throat and settled
into a steady rhythm, her head bobbing up and down as she applied her
willing lips.
?Let?s go and take a closer look, shall we?? murmured Ken. He stood up and
half carried, half dragged me across the room. It was only as he did so
that I realised to my shock that his finger was now actually inside my
rectum. Mercifully, he removed it as he dumped me on the floor right next
to my girlfriend, but I knew it would only be a brief reprieve.
?Watch and learn,? growled the older man. ?And get your clit out and play
with it. You know you want to, you horny little slut.?
He saw my puzzled stare and gestured contemptuously. ?That little thing in
your panties. But don?t you dare come, or we?ll be cutting you a proper
cunt, understand?? I nodded, suppressing the sob of terror that rose in my
throat, while wondering how I could possibly still be aroused.
As I reluctantly freed my rock hard cock from the sexy panties I had
bought for my girlfriend and now had to clumsily remove, struggling to
stop them being snagged in the high heeled shoes I was so implausibly
wearing, I didn?t just want to be somewhere else, anywhere else. I wanted
to purge the image of my made up face, to expunge the humiliating sight of
my girlfriend ecstatically slavering over the intruder?s giant phallus, to
forget the shame of being kissed and caressed like the captive whore I so
clearly now was ...
For the next hour or so I watched, completely helpless, as the two men
ravaged Kristina - and as she came, again and again, while I could only
grip my miniature penis (as I now thought of my puny four inches) and
tried desperately not to follow suit.
It was mostly just a blur of ruthless, pounding sex. But there were a
couple of images that I knew would be indelibly printed in my memory.
One was of Kristina impaling herself on Dave?s fleshy pole, somehow
accomodating its full length as she bounced on top of his belly, while Ken
thrust his shorter but much fatter cock into her willing mouth.
And the other was of how it ended - with the two penetrating her at the
same time, the older man?s thick shaft buried in her pussy while his
accomplice fed part of his great length into her spit-greased asshole, her
initial whimpers of pain gradually turning into more moans of ecstasy
while the men reached their own noisy climaxes. My own organ throbbed in
time to their pulsing orgasms, ready to explode itself at the merest of
touches.
For a moment or two, the intruders held themselves in place, their spent
cocks still locked inside Kristina, their sweaty bodies heaving. The
thought of escape briefly crossed my mind. Maybe I could run outside and
get help from someone down the hall? Or even make it out of the building?
But no, not dressed like this. Besides, I wasn?t that fast, even when not
wearing heels ...
And just like that, whatever opportunity there might have been vanished,
as the intruders clambered off my girlfriend and left her slumped on the
couch, the creamy residue of their orgasms slowly leaking out of her. Ken
grinned as he saw me taking in her condition. ?Clean her up,? he
instructed.
I clambered to my feet, looked around and started heading to the bathroom
for some tissues, or maybe a towel. But I had misunderstood. Ken grabbed
me by the shoulder and twisted me around to face him. ?With your tongue,?
he said curtly, jerking his head towards Kristina.
?But I ...? My attempted protest was cut off with a yelp as Dave smacked
my bottom hard with the flat of his hand. ?Do what you?re told bitch,? he
snarled. ?Here, I?ll help you get started.? He reached down and jammed a
couple of fingers into Kristina?s dripping cunt and then withdrew them
again. Ignoring her moan, he brandished his digits in front of my face.
?Open wide,? he said, his face creasing into a grin of pure mischief.
I swallowed hard, opened my mouth and then nearly choked as Dave jammed
his fingers inside. He arched his eyebrows at me. Miserably, I began
licking and sucking, all too aware of what the unfamiliar taste must be.
It was strange rather than unpleasant, but even so I had to resist the
urge to vomit as I cleaned the gooey mess off his fingers.
?You like the taste of real men?s cum, Brandi?? As Dave let me go, I
turned to face his older companion, who was regarding me with a sardonic
smile. I gave a convulsive nod. It seemed too dangerous to do anything
else. But that clearly wasn?t enough for him. ?I?m sorry Brandi, I didn?t
hear your answer??
I felt tears of shame pricking my eyes as I gave him the answer he wanted.
?Y-yes sir, I like the t-taste of ... of real men?s cum.?
He laughed. ?Well that?s good to hear, isn?t it Dave?? As the young man
chortled in response, Ken continued. ?Tell you what honey, you finish
cleaning up your girlfriend - make sure you swallow every drop, mind - and
then we?ll see how much you picked up from watching her. Gotta say though,
she?s a tough act to follow!?
He shot Kristina an admiring glance. ?If I?d known what a horny little
slut she was going to be, I?d have invited a few more of my friends around
to share her ...? He treated me to another of his evil grins, which seemed
to be in limitless supply. ?Course, I might still do that ...?
As I got down on my knees and started using my tongue to lap up the
copious quantities of spunk that were spilling out of my girlfriend?s
gaping pussy, there were many things I was trying not to think about. Her
shudders and moans, for one thing - or rather, what they seemed to confirm
about how turned on she?d been by the relentless fucking she'd just
received. The salty taste that was filling my mouth and coating my throat
as I gulped down the men?s jizz. The nausea building up in my stomach. The
fact that when I finished her quim I?d have to start on her asshole.
But most of all, the thought of what ?Brandi? was going to have to do next
...
(To be continued)
Avriella
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