Stockholm Syndrome
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Duncan Macmillan had been in prison for 13 years and 2 months when he escaped in the chaos of the Great Pulse. Under the circumstances, he didn’t even bother to change out of his green jumpsuit. No one cared at the moment about the recapture of criminals, when the government at all levels had collapsed.
He knew exactly how he would survive: home invasion. More intense than simple burglary, it would enable him to take over a household for a day or so, eating whatever food was available and grabbing any money he might need for his one-way trip to Europe. It would also be lower-profile than robbing a public place.
Furthermore, he would get to enjoy some sex for a change. He hadn’t been laid since he went to Fort Leavenworth for “fragging” an officer in Bosnia. That was a long time for the 43 year old former Army master sergeant to be without women. His wife had long since divorced him and remarried, saying that she couldn’t live without a provider and a sex partner. Part of him felt that it WAS his own fault, since he shouldn’t have tried to kill that captain on that recon patrol of Serb positions. The other part felt that his wife had just abandoned him when she realized that there would be no conjugal visits to a military prison and no chance of him getting any money to send to her on the outside.
There was a family that lived rather close to the facility and would make excellent victims, as luck had it. The father had been a guard until one of the inmates murdered him. They had evidently chosen to stay because moving would be too inconvenient. It was a nice revenge as well, since Macmillan hated all of the guards at Leavenworth. He wasn’t too upset that the ones who survived the initial riots had deserted their defunct posts to join various private armies, militias, and factions. Eventually, the force that won control of Kansas would use the prison again, but at the moment it was abandoned for the sake of civil war.
Diana Hammond was a busy woman, working to support herself and her teen children. Barry was the younger at 16, while Sarah had just celebrated her 18th birthday. The mother was a receptionist at a chiropractor’s office. She had resisted her son’s advice to purchase a firearm, saying that she wanted no more violence than necessary during a burglary. Let insurance cover any lost items, as money wasn’t worth risking one’s life. She had no idea of how a serious of a blunder she had committed at that point.
Duncan saw that Mrs. Hammond had come home from work and was fatigued. She had gotten a TV dinner out to microwave, unaware that she would have to wait before she could eat it. Sarah appeared to be studying for mid-terms. Barry was somewhere else. Apparently, the town was behaving as if the Pulse hadn’t happened, except for the cops trying to suppress a riot in the business district. The community had not yet chosen sides. This was the ideal moment to attack them.
Damn stupid locals, thinking that they are safe and protected. Well, I’m about to disturb their dream. They won’t be able to sit down for a while.
Macmillan repelled over the backyard fence and headed for the open screen door at the patio. Holding an M-16 assault rifle, he abruptly entered the house. Sarah saw him and screamed at the sight.
“Freeze, little bitch! Wear these, you filthy cunt!” he shouted, pointing his automatic weapon and holding out some handcuffs.
A petrified high school majorette put on the cuffs, not daring to resist the home invader. Obviously, she had practiced that afternoon, as her uniform showed him. The miniskirt allowed him to see a lot of her tanned thighs, which reminded him of his intention to use the women of the house. He made her cuff herself to the arm of a chair.
When Diana arrived from the kitchen, Duncan told her to do the same thing. He also noticed that she wore slacks, which would be easy to remove from her voluptuous butt. He held the M-16 on both of them, while waiting for Barry. The teenage boy finally walked out of his bedroom, only to see an automatic rifle pointed at his mother and sister.
“If you are smart, pretty boy, you’ll do what your mommy and sis have done. Slap on these handcuffs and you’ll be fine. Fight me and it will be harder on all of you,” Macmillan instructed the youth.
Barry co-operated, at which point Duncan unzipped his pants and grabbed some paper towels from the kitchen. He then brought the wastebasket closer to them. The Hammonds trembled as they tried to guess what the escaped con might decide about them.
Macmillan then yanked down Barry’s shorts, as the boy leaned over the arm of the chair. Not bothering to say anything about his plans to anyone, the fugitive rammed his cock up the young man’s ass. The teen winced and cried as Duncan sodomized him. His virgin backdoor was forcefully used by the ex-sergeant, while the youth’s horrified family stared in shock and revulsion. They had never seen a man butt-fuck another man, especially not in such a rough manner.
The tightness of the sphincter and the excitement of raping someone at last caused Macmillan to shoot his load up the boy’s asshole. He then wiped his dick with one of the paper towels and pushed Diana’s chair closer to Barry’s.
“You are close enough now to kiss his poor butt and clean it out. You will lick all of my cum out of his hole and crack. If ANY of it is left afterward, you will not like the consequences. I want you to rim it as if you were licking an ice cream cone,” Duncan ordered Mrs. Hammond.
She got on all fours and put her mouth between Barry’s cheeks to eat his ass. Her expected disgust never happened. Instead, Diana enjoyed the taste of her son’s butt-crack and Macmillan’s jism. She was not exactly the only person in the room to derive pleasure from the ass-licking into which she had been coerced by the escapee. Her son’s cock swelled to complete hardness, as did the fugitive’s. Even Sarah got a bit wet from the sight of rimming.
As Mrs. Hammond focused on tonguing her boy’s pucker, she felt her pants being pulled down to her ankles. A ruthless Duncan then entered her asshole while she licked Barry’s. She groaned and whimpered, but Macmillan would not ease up on her tush. He pounded her backside with his 8 inch dick, putting her in tears from the pain.
“Did I say that you could stop licking his ass, just because I am taking yours? No, I didn’t! Now, stop crying and get busy cleaning his butt. Don’t think about what I am doing to you. Concentrate on what you are doing to him,” Duncan scolded her.
The escaped prisoner ravaged Diana’s bottom, shoving harder each time. He gave her no relief, deliberately slamming her with all of his weight. Her backdoor was forced to stretch as he impaled her with his manhood. He knew that her asshole would never be that tight again. Her anal virginity had been taken by a cock large enough to permanently loosen her sphincter.
That knowledge and the fact that his victim had resumed devouring her son’s butt triggered Macmillan’s release. He expelled his seed into her ass, cumming for the 2nd time that night. He grinned, since this was just the beginning for all of them. He also withdrew from her tush and used the towel on his dick again. He then moved Sarah’s chair nearer to the other two.
Duncan ripped the girl’s uniform in half, then tore it again. He left her clothes in shreds of fabric, with her completely naked. He rubbed his cock between her cheeks to get it up once more. Before she could protest, he thrust his dick into Sarah’s butt. She squealed from the initial sharp pain, and then she adjusted to his relentless entry of her asshole. He also pushed her face into her mother’s crack, clearly indicating that he wanted her to do to Diana what the woman was doing to Barry.
In spite of the fading agony of being sodomized by the home invader, Sarah actually liked what she was doing with him. She was even pleased to taste her mom’s butt, although that would never have occurred to her on her own. She could also tell that Diana wasn’t complaining about the tongue on her bottom. In fact, she could smell her mother’s excitement at such a close range.
The loss of her anal cherry was not the terrible experience that Sarah would have assumed before this night. Duncan seemed to revel in buggering her, which made her feel very sexy in a way that she had not anticipated in the past. Her ex-boyfriend had not given that much pleasure or excitement. Her current beau was very traditional and had just barely gotten around to fucking her of late. To be honest, she wasn’t sure that she could be satisfied with him now. It wasn’t fair to him or her for each to be with someone that didn’t suit them. She would have to break up with him as soon as she could contact him.
Whomever she belonged to next would HAVE to be into anal; that was a deal breaker now that she had tried it. Part of her felt bad about enjoying this moment, as if she was cheating on Jordan. However, she knew that this was technically rape, no matter how much pleasure she took from it. She also knew that it was a mere technicality by now; if he un-cuffed her at this point, she would STILL co-operate with him and chalk it up to something that she had read about in high school psychology class. “Stockholm Syndrome” would make her soon-to-be ex feel better about her conduct, if just slightly.
After several more minutes of ravishing Sarah’s asshole, Duncan emptied his last cum of the night into her backdoor. He wiped his cock a third time and decided to let it rest for a while. He then commanded his victims to reverse their positions. Barry would rim his mother, who would in turn lick her daughter’s butt-crack. Someone would have to clean Sarah’s bottom, after all.
It didn’t take a long period of having her salad tossed by her mom to make the majorette gush in excitement. Diana wasn’t far behind, either. This unexpected intimacy with her own flesh and blood had aroused her to an extreme. She came loudly as she tasted Sarah’s pucker and felt Barry’s tongue on her own butt.
By now, the boy was as hard as stone, due to the experience of being licked by his mom and returning the favor. He would need relief soon, so Macmillan determined to let him lose his virginity (he guessed that this bookworm probably still had it). He always wanted to see what it was like for a youth from the outside and he felt that the teen should recover any of his ego that might have been damaged by the incident. Besides, if he was going to lose one cherry, why not another?
Duncan was no shrink, but he didn’t want to put the young man through the feelings of emasculation that he had known from being sodomized by the headmaster of his boarding school at the age of 15. The man had not bothered to consider whether the student wanted it; he had just seized the opportunity to have his way with young Mr. Macmillan. To regain his sense of manhood, Duncan had joined the Army at 18 and enjoyed 12 fulfilling years of service to his country, before he snapped and tried to murder an officer who frequently mistreated and endangered his men. His vigilante type of justice was not tolerated by the Army any more than it would have been by civilian authorities, as he discovered when he was sentenced to a life term in Fort Leavenworth.
It was unfortunate, Macmillan learned while in prison, that boys were led to believe that same-sex encounters made them less than masculine. He had read about human sexuality and came to the conclusion that society had ruined mankind. Taboos and inhibitions would destroy the human race, by causing people to repress their desires and substitute violence for sex. To tell the truth, if he were to do such a thing, Duncan was bluffing. He would never actually harm these people. Part of him felt guilty about raping the residents; the rest of him felt that personal choice about sex was temporarily going to be a moot point. Man was about to return to the caves for a while and he was just using the collapse of Western civilization to get laid for the first time in over a decade. Survival of the fittest was a very real factor now in the course of history. Herbert Spencer would be proud.
In any case, it was now Barry’s turn to fuck some women. He would start with Diana, though he didn’t know that he was about to commit incest yet.
“Barry, it is time to take what you have probably wanted for a while. If MY mom looked as good as yours, I would jerk off to thoughts of fucking her. You, however, will get a chance to do more than masturbate. Go ahead and screw your mother,” he said, untying the boy for the first time that night.
Duncan had to credit the youth with some common sense, as he didn’t waste time debating with himself over the matter. He simply grabbed his mother’s thighs and thrust into her pussy. She reacted to that with transparent enthusiasm, clearly turned-on by the knowledge that her own son was fucking her. The fact that it was rough sex didn’t seem to displease her. Barry’s cock moved deeper inside his mom, allowing her the first dick in that hole in a few years (she was just starting to date again when the Pulse happened).
Sarah, still getting Diana’s tongue between her buns, was becoming more aroused as well. She knew that if her brother did it with their mother, she would be next. If he was any good, she would have her new boyfriend right there. Some arcane law against incest wouldn’t stop her from dating him, if she enjoyed him to the same extent as her mom. Sarah could tell that Diana wasn’t complaining. She also realized that, if she were smart about it, she wouldn’t try to keep him from pounding their surviving parent. It would just cause too much trouble in the household and they would have to live together for a while.
Besides, she wasn’t so confident that she could win a competition with her mother for Barry’s affections. Even rusty experience beat the amount that she possessed at the moment. The old rules didn’t count anymore, since the EMP strike was breaking down the global economy and had already destroyed the Federal Government. For all that she knew, polygamy might be the wave of the future, with plenty of women seeking strong men to protect them from rapists in lieu of the crumbling political system. It was wisest in her opinion to simply stick together as a family, forget about a college that might not still exist, and share her younger brother with their mom.
After all, any immaturity was being knocked out of him by the sudden near anarchy around them. As far as she could tell, everyone was about to enroll in the proverbial “school of hard knocks”, with or without their consent. The apparent return of the Dark Ages had a way of reshaping people’s attitudes and forcing them to grow up sooner. Childish struggles like sibling rivalry between teenagers who picked on each other were a thing of the past. She was a woman now and her brother was a man. She suspected that, with the police distracted and on the verge of disintegrating, she would learn to respect him a lot.
While Sarah thought about her future with Barry and her mother, they were still busy with the horizontal mambo. Mrs. Hammond felt an acceleration of pleasure as her son rammed her with his cock. He was not only reasonably large, but he had some raw talent in the sexual arena. If he didn’t last as long as Macmillan, that was purely due to his adolescent lack of experience. This was his first time, so he was rather excited and had to remind himself not to cum too quickly. It certainly didn’t help matters that this was an act that was considered especially taboo by society. The forbidden aspect of the romp particularly aroused him.
Nevertheless, after a good 20 minutes, Barry Hammond exploded into his mom’s cunt. He immediately went limp, as his seed dripped down Diana’s legs. She finally relaxed, after he stood up completely, and she even stopped licking her daughter’s butt. The Hammonds looked at Duncan, clearly wondering what he wanted them to do now.
“That thing will take a while to recover, so just put it in Sarah’s mouth. She can suck your cock clean and get you hard enough again to fuck her. It wouldn’t be right for her poor cunt to be denied its fair share of dick. After that, Mrs. Hammond can take her turn at giving him a blowjob. I wouldn’t mind some head myself, but I don’t trust you girls not to bite my manhood. You would NEVER do that to Barry, however,” Macmillan instructed them.
Barry gladly followed that order, walking over to his sister’s face and sticking his cock in her mouth. She reacted by licking the head of his dick. After a couple of minutes, she moved her tongue toward the base, sliding it back and forth on his meat. Evidently, she wanted to impress him by making him hard again and giving him oral attention. Nevertheless, Sarah planned for his major satisfaction to come from her pussy. She was still tight enough, but she also had some of a non-virgin’s experience. She also wanted him to fuck her ass, but that could wait until another time.
When the young man of the house became completely stiff, Duncan pointed to Sarah’s twat and indicated that it was time for him to consummate his incestuous relationship with his sister. Mr. Hammond didn’t delay doing that, either. The M-16 was now largely forgotten. His motivation was lust, not fear. He wanted to ravish his older sister and make her cum with him. If he was lucky or good enough, he might have 2 lovers for a long time. He was already sure that his mother would put out for him in the future. He also knew that he wanted two women, instead of one.
Barry went behind Sarah and entered her cunt, thrusting with the typical vigor of a youth. He was NOT tender at all, but that wasn’t really an issue for her, any more than it had been for her mother. Sarah had inherited Diana’s latent wild streak. She didn’t really want a “gentleman” all of the time, either. She definitely enjoyed his hard cock inside her, pounding her pussy with all of his strength. Sarah frankly didn’t see why people feared and despised incest; it was a wonderful lifestyle in her opinion. Neither of her exes (she had already mentally dumped her beau) had this kind of ability to please her.
The young man found his sister’s sex to be even more satisfying than his mom’s. Her butt wasn’t so bad, either. She proved that as he cupped her cheeks and she pushed her voluptuous body back toward him. Her tanned buns were smooth and soft, adding to the overall sensuality of her skin. Sarah was the sultry kind of babe, a natural beauty and seductress. Barry would have trouble keeping his hands off her in the future, not that he planned to even attempt resisting that temptation. It didn’t hurt that she seemed to love getting fucked by him. He suspected that she would be chasing him half of the time, given the way things were turning out. He just hoped that he could keep her boyfriend from killing him in the process.
Any feelings of guilt over fucking another guy’s girl disappeared as Barry came, filling Sarah with his jism. The excitement of banging such a sexy woman had overwhelmed his resolve to make it last. Fortunately, however, she seemed to be in the middle of her own orgasm. He just replaced his dick with his hand long enough to help her climax, and then he pulled it out.
“I guess I owe Jordan an apology. I shouldn’t have so willingly screwed his girl,” he said to Sarah.
“If you think that I’m still Jordan’s girl, you’re blind. He’s not a real man. You ARE one. I’m YOUR girl now, Barry Hammond. That’s not because you fucked me. It IS because you just blew my mind. Jordan would insist on me choosing between you and himself. Given that choice, I prefer my brother. He’s like Jimmy Olson. You’re more like Superman. As soon as I can find him, I’ll let him know it’s over,” she told Barry.
“That’s very touching, but right now, you need to let your mother suck you off. Make sure that she does a good job, too,” Macmillan commanded him.
Barry Hammond presented his cock to Diana, who showed exactly how aroused she had been when she tried to get the entire dick in her mouth at once. She deep-throated her son with a vengeance, as if to say that she wasn’t going to be left out of his sex life. Mrs. Hammond cleaned his meat lovingly, treating her boy to the best pleasure that her tongue could give him. She was not about to let her daughter monopolize the youth. She could have him as a boyfriend, but not all to herself. It was only fair that the man of the house keep BOTH women, since no one in the family should have a difficult time finding a lover in this time of upheaval.
Even though he had cum twice that night already, the boy found himself reacting to the extreme pleasure of having his mother suck his cock. His expanding dick finally sent a few spurts of his seed into his mom’s throat. Diana knew better than to spit it out; she wanted to do nothing that would offend him. She opened her mouth and let his now limp manhood ease out of it. She also winked at him, nonverbally telling him that she would be doing more of that in the future.
The sound of police sirens abruptly announced that the riot was over. Whatever happened in the outside world, the authorities were in full control of the town again. Duncan realized that he would have to cut short his plan to hold the Hammond family hostage for another day or so. He got dressed rapidly, and then untied both Diana and Sarah Hammond. He then started toward the backdoor to escape before his victims decided to report his crimes. Naturally, he brought his M-16 with him, not knowing when it might be necessary. Before he could reach the backyard, however, he heard the Hammonds following him.
“Hey, there! We won’t report you, in case you’re afraid of that. You can spend the night. You don’t want cops in riot gear after you, even with a machine gun in your hands,” Diana told him.
“It’s okay. I need to go. They will be twice as likely to catch me in the light of day and I’m wearing my prison outfit. No, I’d rather take my chances at night, now that they’re not distracted by the riot. By the way, I wouldn’t have killed you or your family,” Macmillan explained.
“Alright, but what’s your name? You’ve dramatically changed our lives, but I don’t know who you are, aside from an escaped con. You must be ex-military, since you clearly came from Leavenworth. My late husband was a guard there,” Mrs. Hammond asked him.
“I won’t say my last name, in the unlikely event that the police go looking for me. Just call me Duncan. In answer to your other comment, the truth is that I used to be in the Army, until I tried to frag a reckless officer in order to save myself and my comrades. I guess I’ve been hardened too much by being in Leavenworth so long, but I had needs and I suspected you did as well. Hopefully, I can find some place far away, where I can spend the next 30 years in peace. Thanks for not pressing charges. If I can, I will send you guys some kind of compensation for the rape and hostage thing,” Duncan replied.
“That would be nice of you, but unnecessary, Duncan. It was the most excitement any of us here have had for years. You’ve helped us discover what we want, even if your methods were wrong and you had an ulterior motive. Hell, I had a secret rape fantasy that you fulfilled for me. If you want to send money, that’s good. If not, don’t worry about it. I’m just glad that you were bluffing. I would hate to think that you would kill us. Good luck, Duncan,” Diana responded.
“Thanks, Mrs. Hammond,” Macmillan reacted, as he ran toward the fence.
Duncan repelled his way out of the backyard in a hurry, hoping to get out of Leavenworth ahead of the police. Unfortunately, he ran into local cops enforcing a new curfew. With the riots over, the city wanted to make sure that they were NOT repeated.
“Stop there!” a SWAT team commander ordered him.
Macmillan halted, but his M-16 turned on the police. His situation and status were impossible to conceal, so he knew that they would try to arrest him. Having no alternative, Duncan fired at the cops, forcing them to shoot back. His shots killed one officer and wounded two others. Macmillan himself was shot in the stomach. Aware that he would probably die now, he charged the SWAT team’s position. It was a classic “suicide by cop” effort. His plan succeeded, as the police were forced to defend themselves. 5 more wounds finished the convict off.
The team commander examined the body and realized that it belonged to an ex-soldier. That knowledge reinforced what he feared: this dead man represented the future, a world ruled by force and hard men. Law enforcement was going to be an even dangerous profession than it had been in the past, assuming that it existed in the future. Men court-martialed for being undisciplined soldiers or committing crimes in the service would be ideal mercenaries and terrorists. He wondered what crime had landed this man in the stockade. From his behavior, he suspected that it was a violent one.
“Well, that’s another good soldier gone bad off the street. We’ve had too many of the Leavenworth escapees lately. Let’s hope we can restore order soon. What with the fighting elsewhere, the world needs a peaceful community somewhere. With any luck, that will be us. Alright, clean him up and get him out of here,” the SWAT commander instructed his men.
Meanwhile, three exhausted former hostages ate dinner at last. None of them said anything more about the home invader, but all silently agreed that they would live a much different lifestyle now. They would be lovers as well as family henceforth….
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