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THE INTRUDERS, PART 2
"Hold still please Brandi," instructed Kristina, as she worked to repair
my makeup.
"Don't call me that," I muttered, though I did my best to comply. I knew
just as well as she did how much trouble we would be in if I didn't look
as "glamorous" as possible for the two dangerous criminals who had
invaded her apartment and threatened us both
"Well that's your name right now, isn't it?" retorted my girlfriend,
restoring my lips to the state they'd been in before I'd been forced to
kiss Ken, the older of the two men, and then use my mouth to clean up the
cum he and his accomplice had deposited in Kristina's pussy and asshole.
"It's not as if we have a choice. If I go back to calling you Brandon,
god knows how they might react."
"That's right," I answered bitterly. "Just like you didn't have a choice
when you came all those times, right? Ow!"
"I was acting, you idiot," Kristina hissed. She had just rapped me over
the head with a hairbrush, but now resumed work on the unfamiliar and
strangely tinted curls she had introduced to my usually straight brown
hair.
I was as sure as I could be that she wasn't telling the truth. I had felt
for myself how excited she had been after being used by the two
intruders. I was just about to point that out, but she hadn't finished.
"Besides," she said, gesturing towards my groin, "you can hardly talk!" I
followed her gaze and for the umpteenth time that evening blushed with
shame at the obvious bulge made by my erect organ, then yet again went
through the process of resisting the urge to grab it and bring the
release I so desperately craved.
I simply had no explanation for my state of excitement. Being threatened
with knives, dressed and made up as a girl, fondled and kissed by my
tormentors, then forced to watch while they relentlessly fucked my
girlfriend- all that should have been humiliating, enfeebling,
terrifying. And it was all of those, and more.
Yet my cock, so pathetically small in comparison to those of the two
intruders that they had taken to calling it a clitoris, had remained hard
throughout. What did that say about me?
But any time for further reflection on that depressing topic was cut
short when Kristina told me she was finished, and stood up from the
dressing table. After feeding me another couple of pills to help keep me
calm - or as calm as I could be in the circumstances - she led me back
out to what I was certain was going to be the worst experience of my
life.
The younger of the two invaders, Dave, was the first to see me as I
walked back into the living room, tottering slightly on the unfamiliar
heels of the ill-fitting shoes I was wearing. At Kristina's suggestion I
had put on a largely translucent black, floral-patterned blouse on top of
the lacy pink and black bra and panties I was already wearing, and paired
it with a tight mini skirt which I could just about zip up. It barely
concealed the tops of my stay up black stockings. Its bright red fabric
also matched the bold colour on both my lips and fingernails. (I would
have had the same on my toenails as well, had Kristina not decided we
were running short of time.)
Dave, who was still naked and comfortably reclined in an armchair,
whistled appreciatively. "It gets better and better Ken, doesn't it?" The
older man looked round from the sound system that he had been examining,
grinned his agreement and turned a knob. Loud techno music filled the
apartment. "Dance for us Brandi," he instructed. He too wore no clothes,
his thick uncut cock hanging obscenely between his legs.
I looked at him aghast and then started moving to the beat as best I
could, though I kept stumbling each time I tried to move my feet. There
were hoots of derision from the two men, until Kristina unexpectedly
spoke up. "Be fair! He - I mean she's not used to those heels!"
"Why don't you show her how it's done then?" suggested Dave. So Kristina
moved alongside me and began gyrating sensuously to the music. I tried as
best I could to copy some of her moves and was just starting to feel more
comfortable when there was a pounding on the front door of the apartment.
Both Kristina and I stopped dancing and swung round to look at Ken.
"Go and see who that is Brandi," he ordered with a lazy grin. "What, me?"
I replied, astounded. "Yep," he confirmed. "We trust you, don't we
Dave?." His accomplice laughed. "Course we do!" His hand moved from the
armrest of the chair, rested briefly on the hilt of the evil-looking
knife he had left on an adjacent small table, and then returned to its
original position. He arched his eyebrows meaningfully. Sighing, I
crossed to the top of the stairs that led down to the front door and
shuffled down as carefully as I could.
When I reached the door I opened it as narrowly as I could and peered
out. There was an older woman in the hallway who I recognised as one of
Kristina's neighbours. She pushed the door further open, saying angrily
"I'm sorry dear, but could you please turn that racket -" She stopped
abruptly, staring me at in disbelief. "Wait, aren't you ...?"
"I'm so sorry, I'll let Kristina know, okay?" I gabbled, then slammed the
door shut, forcing her to jump backwards. I waited anxiously for the
knocking to resume, then when it didn't come, slowly trudged back up the
stairs. I was cursing myself for not putting on a higher voice - and more
importantly, for not trying to get some kind of message out. But even if
I had, what were the chances of being rescued without getting hurt?
When I got back to the living room, Ken had already turned down the
music. So they must have been listening in to my conversation at the
door. But all my attention was on Dave, who was waving a hand to indicate
that I should kneel in front of him. Oh god, I thought, a chill running
through me. The moment I'd been dreading since I'd first understood their
intent to feminise me had finally arrived.
Dave could see the fear on my face. But he wasn't going to make this
simple. He could have forced me, but that would be too straightforward.
Horrible, yes, but too easy for me to excuse afterwards. No, he was going
to pile on the humiliation, I could just tell. And his next words
confirmed it.
"Is there something you want Brandi? Don't be shy now ..."
He wanted me to beg for it. He could see that I was a coward, that even
just the suggestion of violence would be enough to get me to cooperate.
That he could get me to behave exactly as he wanted, without even
threatening me. For about a micro-second I thought about telling him
where to go. But it was no use. He had read me perfectly.
Closing my eyes, and forcing the words past the sudden spasm of fear that
constricted my throat, I croaked the supplication he plainly wanted to
hear. "C-can I p-please suck your cock? Please s-sir, I mean."
Ken let out an explosive laugh. "Are you sure Brandi? Didn't sound very
convincing to me ..."
"Yeah," added Dave, idly stroking the enormous length of man meat that
coiled obscenely between his legs. "She can do better, I think."
And just like that, i found my courage. Not to resist them - that wasn't
the kind I had in me. But the courage to play the part they wanted me to
play. One way or another, they were going to have me. And it would be
disgusting. But if I was going to be violated and humiliated, better to
get it over with than prolong the agony.
"I want to suck your great big cock, sir," I announced in a much firmer
voice. "Please let me suck it?"
The two men exchanged amused glances. "Wow Brandi, you're a real slut,
you know that?" said Dave. "Go on then, see how much you learned from
your girlfriend ..."
Ah well, in for a penny ... Leaning forward and trying to ignore the jolt
of nausea in my stomach, I reached out and lifted up the end of Dave's
resting organ, marvelling at its weight. Slowly, I brought the bulbous
end to my lips. Trying to emulate what I had seen Kristina doing earlier,
not to mention any number of porn actresses, I kissed the tip and started
running my tongue around it. Then, suppressing the urge to gag, I put the
whole helmet into my mouth.
I was honestly not sure what I was expecting. If truth be told, I'd been
trying to think about it as little as possible. But just as I was telling
myself that it was no different to putting a sausage in my mouth, two
things struck me. One was the strange taste - a mixture of Kristina's
juices and what was left of the spunk he had blasted inside her, plus an
overlay of something less agreeable, rancid almost. But the other was the
way the object I was trying to ingest pulsed and grew. This wasn't a
piece of meat at all, it was living flesh - and it wanted to expand.
As Dave's huge cock gradually stiffened I was forced to lift my head up
and open my jaws wider to accommodate it. For a moment it was all I could
do to hold it in my mouth. But then, recollecting what was expected of
me, I began to suck it properly. It was awkward at first, especially
since I was terrified of catching it with my teeth - and of the
punishment that would undoubtedly ensue if I did. But I gradually got the
hang of it, holding my lips in the shape I needed and driving my head up
and down to slide over the purple head. I was rewarded with an
appreciative moan and felt a gigantic hand rest on top of my head, gently
stroking it as I delivered my first ever blowjob.
After a few minutes of this, and more noises of satisfaction from Dave, I
heard Ken's voice, as if from a distance. "Are you enjoying yourself,
Brandi?"
My head swam as I lifted it off the now fully erect shaft, wondering how
to answer. And then I thought about what someone like Tori Black would
say, and I had my answer. "I fucking love it," I said. "I love having a
real man's big fucking cock in my mouth!" As I said this, I used my right
hand to keep slowly pumping the giant shaft - just like Tori would have
done.
Once again, this prompted a burst of laughter, this time with an edge
that somehow hadn't been there before. "Really?" chortled Ken. As my
vision cleared and he came properly into focus, I realised to my horror
that he was filming me, using what looked like my own phone. And there,
her head in his lap and her mouth occupied with his equally rampant
phallus, was Kristina, her wide eyes fixed on me.
I nearly faltered then. But my resolution came back to me: Get it over
with. So I forced some kind of smile onto my face, ignored the pain in my
stomach, the heat that still inexplicably bloomed in my groin and the
watching camera, and looked up at Dave. "I want your big cock. Feed that
beautiful big cock into my slutty mouth."
His response was to push my head down onto his pole, and for the first
time I felt my mouth truly filled by his flesh. I was powerless to resist
as the engorged head reached the back and started sliding down my throat.
And then I was gagging helplessly, every instinct willing me to expel the
intruder in my gullet, but unable to do so as Dave's huge paw held me in
place.
Finally, he released me, chuckling as I helplessly coughed up saliva. But
I was totally committed now, and as soon as I could I flung myself back
into the task of fellating him. Make him come, I thought. Make him come
as soon as possible ...
But before I could get anywhere near that goal, Ken insisted that
Kristina and I swap. Now I had the new challenge of coping with the older
man's shorter but much thicker cock. It was much more of a struggle to
fit into my mouth and I found it harder to get any type of rhythm or
suction. So I settled instead for trying to wank him with my hand, while
still licking the head or rubbing it against my lips. From time to time,
I would make lewd remarks about how much I enjoyed pleasing him, and that
seemed to keep him happy.
I tried to keep my mind as blank as possible, pushing the shame and
disgust at what I was doing off into a corner of my brain, and striving
too to ignore the growing ache in my jaw as I held my mouth open - as
well as the pressure of my own relentlessly erect organ.
But just when I thought I might be able to get away with cocksucking
alone, I felt Dave's arms lifting me up and effortlessly carrying me to
the middle of the floor, where he deposited me on all fours. "You got
some lube?" I heard him ask, then Kristina's voice as she replied in the
affirmative. As she went to get it I tried to prepare myself for what I
knew was about to happen. But I was shaking like a leaf now and when Dave
instructed me to remove my panties, I had a lot of trouble getting them
off, and over the high heeled shoes I was still wearing.
Such was the state of my nerves now that I almost leapt in the air when I
felt my skirt being lifted up and a cool, viscous gel being applied to my
newly hairless asshole. I was rewarded for my reaction with a ringing
slap across my buttocks, which prompted a yelp from me, then another hard
slap. This time I managed to choke down any exclamation and was rewarded
with a caress rather than a smack. "That's more like it Brandi,"
commented Dave approvingly. "Just relax, okay? Stick that cute tush of
yours in the air and try and keep everything as loose as possible."
Without any further warning, I felt something warm and fleshy push inside
my tight rectum. Again, I bit back a cry, and did my best to comply with
my violator's instruction. As I eased off the tension in my butt, the
intruder slid further inside.
This was actually much easier than I would have thought. But my relief
was momentary. As the object inside me started to wiggle, I realised to
my dismay that it was only a finger. When a second one joined it, the
discomfort increased significantly, and grew larger still as a third
finger was applied. I couldn't help but whimpering as the three digits
were twisted inside me, partly because of how stretched and unnatural my
asshole felt, but perhaps more so because I knew I was being opened up
for something much bigger.
"Was there something you wanted to say Brandi?" Ken's tone was malicious
and I swivelled my head to see that he was comfortably seated on the
couch, with Kristina riding his fleshy pole and unashamedly fingering her
clit. He was once again filming me. I quailed at the sight, but I was too
far gone now down the path that both these criminal invaders and I myself
had chosen.
"Fuck me!" I enunciated in as pleading a tone as I could manufacture.
"Fuck me please with your big cock! I want your cock inside me so badly
... Oh!"
This last was prompted by the fingers being abruptly withdrawn from my
butt, to be replaced by something much larger that pressed against my
ring. I couldn't help giving a series of little grunts as the pressure
increased. Above and behind me, I could hear Dave reiterating the need to
relax.
All my instincts told me to try and expel the intruder, not let it in.
But I did what I could to override my defences and surrender my feminised
ass to the man who'd already plundered my mouth - not to mention every
orifice my girlfriend had.
The pressure on my tortured rectum was getting simply intolerable. But
just when I was certain it was going to tear, it finally stretched far
enough to admit the engorged head of Dave's enormous weapon. And with
that, he was pushing inside of me.
I couldn't help it. I howled. The pain was intense and I thought I was
being split in half. It felt almost as bad again as he retracted it,
although I gasped with relief when it finally cane free. But my relief
was short lived. I felt more lubricant being applied, and then the
monster was once again pressed hard against my now gaping anus.
I so badly wanted to pull away, to escape the pain and the pressure - not
to mention the profound sense of violation that I was experiencing. But I
had made my decision - and so I didn't just brace myself this time, but
pushed back against the intruder. It went in a little more easily this
time, though the pain was still terrific. It took several more goes
before Dave was able to push even a small part of his length inside me.
But gradually my abused rear passage stretched far enough that the agony
subsided, and he was able to start fucking me properly.
He had only delivered a few jolting thrusts before something happened -
and it was the last thing I would have expected. I came - and came and
came and came. To my utter astonishment, great gouts of spunk were
jetting from my puny cock, almost but not quite in time with the hammer
blows from behind as Dave penetrated my ass. I shrieked as what may have
been the most intense orgasm of my life tore through me. And one small
corner of my brain processed the information the rest of it had been
ignoring - that while distracted by the tremendous sense of pressure and
pain in my butt, a different kind of pressure had been building up even
deeper inside me.
But even as I cried out, I also knew this was not a climax I could enjoy.
I had been hard for what felt like hours, and the release I was
experiencing was powerful and real. But with the possible exception of my
earliest wet dreams, it was the first orgasm over which I had no sense of
control. I didn't even know how it had happened, just that it had been
done to me, not by me. That feeling multiplied my sense of dislocation
and despair, regardless of what the moans wrung out of me might suggest.
And the moans of course betrayed me in a different way as well. "Holy
fuck Brandi," jeered Ken, "are you coming? You are, aren't you?"
I glanced sideways at him. but it was Kristina's eye I caught, as she
stared at me from her position on the older man's lap, his fat cock still
buried inside her. Her expression was intense but unreadable. But before
I could try and figure out what she could possibly be thinking, the
pounding from behind me ceased and I heard Dave's sardonic voice.
"And here was I thinking your girlfriend was the only bitch in heat here
..." Still holding himself inside me, while the last tremors from my
climax pulsed through my abdomen, he reached a gigantic hand underneath
me and squeezed the end of my aching organ. Ignoring my squawk of
surprise, he held up his gooey fingers in front of me.
"Whatcha reckon Brandi, wanna taste your own pussy juices?" Without
waiting for an answer he stuffed his digits into my painted mouth, and
for a second time that terrible evening I was forced to clean cum off
them. The fact that it was my own this time gave me no sense of comfort.
When I had done that, he resumed fucking me - and I started squealing
again, as he kept hitting whatever sensitive spot it was inside me that
had triggered my unexpected orgasm.
He was picking up the pace now, as my passage stretched further to
accommodate him, though i had the sense he wasn't going anywhere like as
far into me as he might have done. I could only pray he wouldn't try ...
My own cock was also still hard, to my shame. Surely I couldn't really be
turned on by being feminised and fucked? But at least, I thought, the two
men had stopped trying to get me to express that false sense of arousal
and pretend to be wanting their unwelcome attentions.
Yet again, however, it seemed that as soon as I began to feel even
vaguely safe about something, that (relative) security was denied me.
Ken, who had been keenly watching Dave fuck me while idly fingering
Kristina to what sounded like yet another orgasm, suggested to his
accomplice that it might be time to "let Brandi get a better view of the
action."
What this meant, I quickly discovered, was being carried to the bedroom
like a rag doll and deposited on the bed, where I was forced to lay on my
back with my knees opened up and then pulled back towards my shoulders.
From that position, Dave lay on top of me and once again fed part of his
gigantic organ into my sore, abused ass.
Mercifully, the solidly built young man kept his full weight off me,
propping himself up on his muscular forearms. But instead of being an
unseen presence behind me, I could now see every savage grin, animalistic
snarl or grimace of concentration that twisted his face as he drove
himself into me. And as I looked down, beneath his legs, I could watch
him penetrate me and gaze in despair at my own hard, twitching little
organ.
"Come on Brandi," breathed Ken, "tell Dave what you want ..." He was
kneeling on the bed right beside my head, his big cock wrapped in his
fist, slowly pumping it. With a thrill, I realised that I couldn't see
Kristina. Perhaps they'd forgotten about her. Maybe she could go and get
help?
Desperate to distract him, I did what I was asked. "Come on Dave," I
almost yelled, my breath coming in short bursts. "Fuck me," I panted.
"Fuck me harder! I want your fucking cum, inside me, all the way inside
me ..."
The young man responded with a snarl and increased his efforts. To help
distract his older companion, I reached up and grabbed his manhood,
taking over the job of stroking it and periodically bringing it to my
lips to kiss and lick. Anything was better than the thought of its huge
girth being crammed into my ass, regardless of much Dave may have widened
my passage.
The next few minutes passed in a blur of action and intense sensations,
which even afterwards I struggled to piece together. I knew that at some
point Dave must have shot his load, simply from the noises he made and by
the extra depths that he somehow managed to plumb in my poor ass. But I
couldn't feel his ejaculation, and nor could I see much, because by this
stage Ken was either coming or had already come all over my face.
There seemed to be spunk everywhere - on my ruby red lips, over my tinted
hair, and in my heavily made up eyes, where it mixed with the mascara in
my lashes and gummed them shut. And I also felt it on my belly - because
I too had come for a second time, my balls aching as the semen was
squeezed out of them in some way that I still couldn't understand, though
I couldn't say when exactly this had happened ...
I must have fainted for a few seconds, because the next thing I knew I
was sitting up in bed, released from any weight on top of me, and
desperately trying to clear the semen from my eyes. My vision finally
cleared enough to reveal the two intruders kneeling on either side of me,
their big cocks dripping and feral grins on their faces.
I didn't need any instruction, but simply sighed and began the task of
licking them clean. Even as I completed the loathsome task, however,
swallowing every drop of cum that I could harvest, I could feel a faint
surge of hope. There was still no sign of Kristina, and the two men's
attention still seemed to be focused completely on me. Maybe, just maybe
...
"You seem to be getting quite the taste for it, Brandi! We'll have to see
about getting you some more ..."
I glanced at he two men in turn, but then realised the voice had come
from the doorway. Blinking, I made out the figure of my girlfriend. Still
naked, except for her stockings and suspenders, she was busy buckling a
harness around her waist. Sticking out from it was a huge black dildo,
the biggest I had ever seen.
As she manoeuvred it into position, my horrified gaze lifted to her face,
which wore an expression of savage glee that I had never seen on her
before. She saw the look and gave a mocking laugh as she advanced towards
me. "What, you thought I was going to let my friends here have all the
fun?"
(To be continued)
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