Torchlight bobbling in a darkened room.
Alpha moved quietly, precisely. His headtorch illuminating his way as he crept across the plushly carpeted lounge. The beam of light falling on a portrait picture, his gloved fingers feeling around the frame, flicking the catch so that the painting slid aside to reveal the wall safe. Exactly where he’d expected it to be.
He didn’t need to move so stealthily. The house was empty. He’d been watching for days, casing the joint. Seeing the security system. Watching as the big-titted little bitch who lived here packed up her stuff, getting ready for her trip… her “writer’s retreat” she’d called it, talking loudly on the cordless phone to another of her posh friends as she lay by the pool in a skimpy bikini. Christ he’d got a hard-on, hiding in the bushes watching her through his binoculars as she lay there oblivious to being observed. He could only hear her half of the conversation, and frankly he’d been more interested in staring at her hot little body, but it was enough to be sure – she was going away for a fortnight, to her house up in Scotland, “incommunicado - away from all the distractions”, to get on with her latest book.
And three hours earlier he’d watched her load up her cases into her expensive Audi and drive away.
The house was all his for as long as he needed it. He didn’t need to be stealthy. But he was always a careful man. His name wasn’t Alpha…but during the job that was all he’d answer to, all he thought of himself as. Careful.
And this place was a treasure trove! The little bitch was loaded – her own earnings, an inheritance from daddy, a payoff from her divorce – she certainly didn’t want for anything. Expensive artwork, expensive furniture, expensive electronics. And mostly easy to shift – he could strip this place bare and have everything sold on before she even knew it was missing.
But best to start with the most valuable items first. Empty the safe, get the jewellery, then call in the rest of the guys with the vans to start loading up everything else. Simple common sense in case of any unforeseen situations. Not that there would be anything like that. This job was going to go like clockwork.
That was when someone turned on the main lights.
“Don’t make any sudden moves!” The voice was high, panicked. “Just keep your hands where I can see them you little shit! Or by god I’ll shoot!”
Keeping his hands very still, he slowly turned his head to look over his shoulder. The bitch was standing there in the doorway, a long shotgun clenched tight in shaking hands and pointing directly at his back. Fuck! What was she doing there?! Trembling as she was, she was likely to blow a hole in him by accident!
“Ok, ok, be calm…” he said quietly. Slowly, very slowly turning to face her. She was wrapped in an expensive fluffy bathrobe, her long hair loose and falling round her shoulders…and she brandished the shotgun at his face.
“Don’t tell me to be calm you dirty little thief! Let’s see how calm you are when the police get here!” She stepped carefully away from the doorway and gestured towards it with the barrel. “Now move it, move it! Walk through that door, and along into the kitchen. Do it now!”
Ah, he thought. So she hasn’t tried to phone the cops yet. No mobile phone signal this far out in the countryside – they were 10 miles from the nearest other house. So the only way to phone out was the cordless phone she left on the breakfast bar in the kitchen. She was taking him to that. Which meant she hadn’t tried it yet, or she’d know the line had been cut.
He was a very careful man. And he always had a plan.
“Ok, I’m moving. Don’t shoot.” He walked slowly over to the doorway and into the dimly-lit hallway, the gloom in there heightened by the light from the lounge. She jabbed him harshly in the small of his back with the barrel, urging him on. And then again.
“Don’t try anything you little bastard!” she hissed as she followed him out of the lounge.
Amanda was already pissed off, and the terror and outrage were only fuelling that further. Her trip to her retreat had lasted all of five miles before her car engine died. She’d tried turning the key, she’d tried swearing at the car, she didn’t really know what else to do. She paid people to sort out stuff like that for her. But they weren’t here right now. And her mobile still had no signal.
She’d sat for a few minutes before deciding the car wasn’t going to fix itself. It was starting to go dark now, so her best course of action would be to walk home and call for assistance from her PA in the morning. It would delay her retreat by 24 hours, but that was not the end of the world – just really really annoying!
The walk back via the roads was 5 miles along twisting country lanes, but her house was only a couple of miles as the crow flies – in fact the fence she had stopped next to was the border of her property. So she’d set off on a difficult 1.8 mile slog across fields that grew more challenging as the light faded, arriving at the back door of her home an hour later stressed and tired. She’d had a bath by candlelight then slipped naked between comfortable silk sheets, letting the sensation against her bath-warmed skin relax her further. She’d drifted off to sleep planning how to get her plans back on track the next day.
To be woken a few hours later by a sound downstairs.
Wrapping a bathrobe tightly around herself, she’d grabbed the hunting shotgun she kept in a cabinet in her bedroom. Creeping downstairs, hearing the smallest noises, seeing the light moving around in the lounge. She was terrified…but she wasn’t going to let some criminal scare her in her own house! And he was compliant enough with the shotgun at his back. A coward. She’d use all her contacts to make sure that when the police took him away he got locked up for a very very long time!
Wound tightly by this heightened mix of terror and righteous anger, Amanda gasped in shock as something suddenly snatched her shotgun barrel upwards towards the ceiling, pushing the cold metal hard against her body and pinning her against something equally unyielding behind! There was something cold and sharp pressed against her throat.
“Let go of the fucking gun or I’ll slit your fucking throat from ear to ear!” a low voice hissed in her ear.
Alpha turned when he heard the little yelp of shock, heard the male voice behind him. And he smiled under his ski mask. He could see the little bitch suddenly motionless, the hulking shape of his accomplice looming behind her. He reached out and turn on the hallway light.
“Took your time.” He said mildly, stepping forward to prise the shotgun from the helpless woman’s shaking hands.
“I was checking out the stuff in the back rooms.” Bravo answered. “What’s she doing here?”
“Screwing up my plans, and trying to knock out my fucking kidneys with this cannon, that’s what!” Alpha put the shotgun to one side, well out of her reach, then grabbed her chin in one rough hand. “Little bitch, pointing that thing at me! Who do you think you are?!” He let go her chin and slapped her once, hard across the cheek, before grabbing her again to turn her shocked face back towards him. “Know your fucking place! Now tell me, should I be expecting anyone else to turn up and get in the way, hmmm?”
“Y…yyyyyes…..” Amanda stammered. “Yes, I phoned the police! Yyyyyyou’d better…better leave now before you’re caught!”
Alpha smiled again. Squeezed hard.
“Now that’s a lie isn’t it. If you lie to me again little girl, or if you don’t do as you’re told, Bravo here is going to start cutting off your face. Clear?” Bravo pushed his huge hunting knife a little harder against her throat for emphasis. Amanda whimpered, shaking her head in denial as she whispered,
“Nobody else is coming. I was supposed to be a hundred miles away by now. Oh god please I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me…please…”
Alpha stared at her for a few moments, watching her wide tear-filled eyes as they stared up at him, his mind turning over ideas. And one thing that kept coming back into his mind was the image of this bitch in her bikini by the pool…
Keeping hold of her chin, Alpha’s free hand moved up and slipped into the collar of Amanda’s bathrobe. She yelped and reflexively tried to pull away, but he held her in position as his hand explored her breast. Nice….soft, firm, filling his hand perfectly. He squeezed and kneaded at the soft flesh, pausing to pinch her nipple as she whispered “Please don’t …. Please don’t…”.
Taking his hand from her chin, he pulled on the bow tying her long towelling belt tight at her waist. It slipped free, and her robe dropped open. Now Alpha let both hands roam, squeezing her breasts harshly, one hand moving down between her legs. She squealed, tried to hold her thighs closed, so Alpha slapped her again across the face hard.
“Behave!” he ordered harshly.
Amanda stood quivering, terrified, as his hand returned between her legs, fingers roughly shoving inside her. She whimpered, but didn’t dare to move again.
“Nice….” Alpha murmured.
Bravo, standing behind Amanda, was looking down at the curve of her breasts as the heaved in time with her breathing. “We going to fuck her boss?” he asked, hopefully. He could feel his erection already coming to life in readiness.
“What do you fucking think?” Alpha laughed, then grabbed Amanda by the hair, yanking hard so that she screamed and stumbled. “Come on bitch, show us your bedroom then!”
“No please no please! Please let me go!” Amanda wailed as he dragged her upstairs by her hair, her hands holding onto his to try to ease the pain in her scalp. “Don’t do this!”
Alpha dragged her into her bedroom, slapped the light switch, marvelling at the king-size bed.
“This’ll do nicely!” he laughed, yanking at her bathrobe until it came off her shoulders, leaving her standing naked before them. For a moment he let her go, and she stood, hunched, trying to cover herself with hands and arms. Crying freely, tears flowing down her cheeks. With two big men between her and the door, nowhere to run.
Bravo suddenly shoved Amanda and she fell backwards onto the bed, the two men following her, dragging her up the bed as she tried to roll away, to squirm from beneath them. Wrapping her bathrobe belt around her wrists, securing her hands to the bedposts so that she lay pinned on her back. Alpha sat astride her, pinching and slapping her breasts, while Bravo cut electrical cords from her lamp and CD system, binding her ankles so that she was helpless and spreadeagle. She writhed on the bed, screaming, but she couldn’t pull free.
Alpha climbed off Amanda and crawled down between her spread legs, unzipping himself and prising out has already erect cock. He stroked it with one hand, spitting repeatedly into the other hand and using it to lubricate Amanda’s dry pussy.
“How come you get to do her first boss?” Bravo asked.
“Rank has it’s privileges.” Alpha replied, positioning himself and gripping Amanda’s hips to stop her squirming. “Besides, plenty of time for you to have a go at her too.”
And with that he shoved himself inside her.
Amanda screamed! No foreplay, no real lubrication except his phlegm, just a stabbing stretching agony as he forced his whole length into her. His hands moving to her head, holding it tightly so she was looking up at him as he started to ride her. Hard. His body slapping against her as he fucked her. She gasped and whimpered, the pain and shock of the violation taking her words, his weight pressing down on her as he pushed inside her over and over. This couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t be real!
But it was real, his hands roaming over her helpless body. His mouth on her breasts, her neck, forcing kisses on her mouth as she tried to roll her head away. His cock deep inside her and moving faster and faster. His breathing becoming more rough, more hoarse, grabbing her head again as she tried to throw him off. “Look at me. Look at me! LOOK AT ME!” he roared, before his words dissolved into a long groan of ecstasy and she felt him cumming inside her.
“Noooooooooooooooo!” she whined as she felt him spasm, again, a third, a fourth time, spraying his seed deep. “Nooooooo….”
Alpha stopped moving, just lying there, still inside her, for a few moments as he regained his breath. Then he rolled off, wiping his cock on the silk sheets and sitting up.
“Christ she’s a good fuck. All yours mate.” He said, standing up as Bravo climbed onto the bed in his place.
Amanda cried out in horror as the second criminal climbed on top of her. Not again, not again! But of course it was going to happen again. In moments she felt another cock probing at her sore entrance, clamping her eyes shut as the man drove himself into her. She was lubricated by the first man’s cum, but also starting to get sore from his pounding, and it hurt even more as this second man rutted away, his whole weight on her. His lips wet on her neck as he grunted and gasped inside her. Above the sound of the headboard banging against the wall Amanda heard a noise of drawers opening, her eyes flickering open to see the first man pulling out each drawer in turn, searching through and tipping the contents onto the floor. In humiliation, her eyes closed again and for several minutes she endured her brutal violation.
She could tell when the second guy was about to cum, his rhythm increasing, his grunting “yes, yes, yes…YES!!!” and then she felt his seed spraying inside her also.
She was sobbing and wailing when he finished cumming and rolled off her. Trying to curl up into a ball, trying to roll over, but powerless to do anything except lie there exposed.
“Fucking hell she’s a tight little cunt.” Bravo laughed shakily, regaining his breath.
“Probably thinks she’s too good for a good fucking from the likes of us.” Alpha laughed. “Well she’s not too good now. Let’s check the rest of the house for good stuff, we can come back for round two in a bit.”
Amanda shuddered and wept as she heard the two men laughing and walking away down the corridor. She strained against the bonds holding her firm, but her wrists were tightly bound and the wire cut into her ankles as she pulled against it. It was hopeless. She was helpless. Lying naked, totally revealed, totally powerless. The bedsheets damp below her ass as their cum leaked out of her. The only sounds were the ticking of the clock, and the noises below as the two rapists roamed around the house. Glass smashing, drawers opening and closing, the sounds of her life and her property being plundered just like they’d plundered her body. Taking what they wanted. Oh god, please let them just steal what they could carry and leave her alone…
Footsteps coming back up the stairs. Amanda strained again against the ties, futile pathetic struggles as the first criminal, the one the other called “Boss”, came back into the room. He approached the bed, stood over her, staring down at her nakedness. The sat down beside her. One hand squeezing her breast, hard and rough. She tried to twist her body away, but pinned on her back like this there was nothing she could do, nowhere she could go.
“Stop fucking squirming you stupid little bitch.” Alpha said, matter-of-factly. “There’s nothing you can do Just know your place. Now, I want the combination to your safe.”
Amanda shook her head in terror and denial. No! Her diamond jewellery was in there, plus over £3000 in cash. She couldn’t let them just take it. Alpha snorted and pinched her nipple hard.
“Oh you’re going to tell me the combination. And your bank details. Or things are going to get…rough. We’ve been easy on you so far…”
“No!” Amanda tried to control her breathing, the pounding of her heart. Despite her desperate situation she couldn’t let this lowlife criminal, this commoner, feel like he was in control. “No! Just take what you’ve found so far - that’s worth plenty. I won’t tell anyone…just let me go and leave, and nobody ever has to know. You can make a good profit. You’ve got what you came for…just leave now. Please…”
The last word had sneaked out, it was a mistake, making her sound weak. But the man didn’t react. He just stared at her for a moment, his hand still. Then he stood up and walked over to the window. Amanda felt her heart leap - he was going to go! This nightmare was over!
But Alpha stopped at the window, looked out, took his mobile phone from his pocket and pressed a speed-dial. What….?
“Charlie…Alpha here.” Alpha said into the phone. “Yeah, all sorted here. Bring all three of the vans, we’ve got a lot of stuff to strip out of this bitch’s place. Oh, and Charlie…” Alpha turned to look at Amanda, walked over to stand over her prone body. “…bring all five of the lads with you. I’ve got a stuck-up little bitch here who needs to learn a lesson about who’s in charge. I’m thinking we all run a train on her tight little cunt for a few hours she’ll soon learn her place. Yeah, she is.. fucking hot…” Alpha raised his phone and snapped a picture of Amanda lying naked. “Yeah, no holes barred. See you in half an hour…”
Amanda was hyperventilating. He wasn’t bluffing! She could tell he wasn’t bluffing! Oh god, all those men were going to come and…
“Please no!” she gasped. “I’ll tell you what you want. The safe code is 1324356, the pin code is 1234. There’s a fortune in the safe, and you can transfer what you want out of my bank. Please!”
Alpha watched for a second…then nodded and moved towards the door. Amanda waited for him to reach for his phone again…
“Are you going to… going to stop them…from…” Her voice sounded small, weak, even to herself.
Alpha laughed.
“Am I going to stop them all from coming and fucking you senseless? No sweetheart..no I don’t think so. Don’t want to disappoint them. You’ve got a lot of cock in your near future. The boys are going to love you. But don’t worry…if you’re a really good sexy little slut, if you really show us all a good time…if you show me you’ve learned your place…then you might survive the weekend.”
He paused once more in the doorway… “Maybe next time you’ll remember to do as you’re told.”
Amanda screamed as he walked away, tugging fruitlessly on the ties that bound her. She screamed, she begged, she pleaded…but nobody was listening, nobody was coming…
…except the vans she heard pulling up outside. The excited voices and the multiple pairs of heavy footsteps she heard coming up the stairs…
