It was a bright and sunny day outside. On Crescent Blvd, large and expensive houses lined the road. It was a peaceful place. Friendly neighbors, fun gatherings, and most importantly: very little crime. A sleek, black 2017 Honda Civic drove up the Blvd and parked on the curb of one of the houses.
Greg parked right outside of a beautiful house. He opened up the glove box and pulled out a notebook, flipped a few pages, and began to review his notes.
Which was kind of ironic. Considering he was a high school dropout, he never took notes. Greg had failed in every subject, didn't do homework or study for tests and preferred to treat every school as a free day. So, he had to resort to crime to make ends meet.
And of course, the house he had parked next to wasn't his, nor was it the one he was after. It was the one 3 houses down.
He'd gathered some information in this past week. He continued reading his notes.
- Residents: A single woman, likely divorced.
- Schedule: Every morning at 8:20 am, she takes about 15 to 25 minutes to get ready (most likely for to work)
- Return: Back home at roughly 7:30.
He went over his gameplan in his head.
1. Wait for the woman to leave the house
2. Break in from the back door
3. Rob as many valuables as possible in the 11-hour time period the house is empty
While he waited, he also went over his equipment. He opened his backpack and looked inside.
- Electric lockpick
- A Glock-19 (usually only for intimidation)
- 2 mags (one empty, for the Glock. One full, for emergencies)
- 2 pairs of handcuffs (leftover from the last heist)
- Swiss Army knife (always need a secondary to your primary)
Nothing much, but the less he carried with him, the more he could carry out.
Greg looked up, and saw the white 2020 Toyota Camry pull out of the driveway. The car then turned right and off Crescent Blvd.
No time to waste. Greg got out of the car and put on his backpack. It was very early in the morning, no time to use the stereotypical "ski-mask and all black clothes". He needed to look normal.
So Greg instead wore a light blue collared shirt tucked into some jeans. In order to prevent his face from being caught on cameras, he wore a blue "Dodgers" baseball cap, sunglasses, and a surgical mask (that people have gotten too familiar to seeing due to the mandate).
Walking up to the house, he went around the back and surveyed the backyard. No cameras yet, but he still needed to be cautious. Approaching the back door, he took out the electric lockpick and went to work. Within a few minutes, the door clicked open.
Wasting no time and closing the door behind him, Greg proceeded to search the house. However, before he could even move an inch further, Greg heard the front door being unlocked.
Surprised, he looked at his wristwatch. 9:12.
Why was she back so early? Greg thought to himself.
He reached into his backpack and took out his gun and a pair of handcuffs. A slight deviation in his plan would have to occur.
"Oh dear..." She said to herself, searching the kitchen table. "Where'd I put my phone?"
Suddenly, her mouth was covered by a firm hand and a gun was pointed to her head.
"You picked the wrong time to return." Greg said in a low, quiet voice. "Now, if you don't want your brains to be your new wallpaper, I suggest you shut up and listen, understand?"
The mom started to panic, but she nodded to signal she understood.
"Good." Greg said. "Now, I'm going to handcuff you. Put both of your hands behind your back."
The mother began to sob quietly, but she complied. Allowing Greg to put the gun away and use that hand to handcuff her.
"Now, I'm going to let go of my hand. And you're going to answer some questions." Greg said. "You scream, and that'll be the last thing to ever come out of your mouth."
The mom nodded, and Greg let go of her mouth.
"Now, first of all, tell me your name." Greg said.
"E-Eve. Eve Rivera." She said, sniffling. "Please don't do this, I can just-"
"Shh." Greg said, silencing her. "Now, tell me where your valuables are. Purses, safes, jewelry, anything."
Eve wanted to refuse, but given her position right now, she had no other option. She told Greg where everything was.
"Good girl." Greg said slyly. "Now come with me to your room. I can't have you running away when I'm looking for your jewelry."
Greg escorted Mrs. Rivera upstairs, and searched her room. Even though the locations of her jewelry was correct, he still wanted to make sure. He then found a cardboard box, sitting on the closet.
"Look what I found, Mrs. Rivera." Greg said, grabbing a cardboard box.
"Oh dear." Eve said, already knowing what was inside. "I-I can explain!"
"No need." Greg said, putting the box of ropes and gags on the bedroom floor.
Before she could utter another word, Greg grabbed her day-old panties from the hamper and stuffed them in her mouth. She tried to spit them out, but he grabbed a 2-inch ballgag from the box and jammed it in her mouth, securing it behind her head. Eve winched at the taste.
"Mmmmph!! Hrrmph..." Eve moaned through the gag.
"You know, Mrs. Rivera. You're quite beautiful." Greg said. "You don't look a day over 25."
Greg then started to grope her breasts through her office clothes. "And look at these beauties too. They have to be at least 36DD!"
Eve began to moan a little louder.
Greg took out his pocketknife, cutting open Eve's shirt from the buttons. Revealing her large breasts, and sexy lingerie. He proceeded to further strip her, removing her shoes, socks and pants. All while Eve moaned and grunted at her predicament.
"I bet you've dreamed about this moment." Greg said, groping Eve's breasts. "Being all tied up by a robber, left completely helpless and totally in their power. I don't have to be a genius to know you've tied yourself up before."
"Mmmmph! Nmmhmmph! Grmph!" Eve said, shaking her head furiously, trying to deny it. "Lmmmph mmm grmm!"
"Let you go?" Greg said, understanding gag-talk. "But we're just starting the fun."
Eve looked in horror as Greg started to grab the bundles of rope from the box. She trashed around in her handcuffs, to no avail.
Greg quickly and tightly bound her wrists, leaving the handcuffs there as a precaution. Tied her elbows together, tied a chest harness that made her breasts appear even bigger, and then moved down. He bound her ankles and wrapped rope around her thighs. Lastly, he made a crotch rope.
"Nmmph!" Eve protested against the rope.
"How tight would you like it?" Greg said. "Doesn't matter, I'll be tying it tightly."
He then pulled it down hard, the rope dug into Eve, and she let out a loud moan. Greg then stood back and admired his work.
Eve stood in the center of her room, all bound and gagged. Ropes wonderfully accentuating her body.
Greg's "friend" also seemed to be excited.
Mrs. Rivera also seemed to notice Greg's bulge, and her face turned into a mix of both horror and blush.
"Let's have some fun, shall we?" Greg said.
It felt so wrong to want it. But then again, if Eve said no, she'd still be going. Butterflies started forming in her stomach.
"Ymms." Eve said, unable to make eye contact.
Without another moment of hesitation, Greg pushed Eve onto her bed, her upper torso falling onto her sheets.
She then heard the unfastening of a belt.
pt.2 soon.
Maybe?
Home Invasion (M/F), (M/FF) & (MM/FF) - Part 3 Added [4/8/23]
Home Invasion (M/F), (M/FF) & (MM/FF) - Part 3 Added [4/8/23]
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Straightforward to the point. Either way if you continue the story or leave it at that? A good story or a good entry 
Interesting start to the story. Our robber seems pretty methodical. Noticed you refer to Eva as being a mother, so could it be possible a daughter may walk in on things? Hopefully, you will continue.
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Good Start to the story
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Very fun so far! Hope you do a part 2, would be a shame if the pretty daughter came back and had to be tied and encounter the same fate as her mother 
Just a reminder for our robber, if he's interested in money I hear beauties fetch a very high price if you contact the right people
Just a reminder for our robber, if he's interested in money I hear beauties fetch a very high price if you contact the right people
Part 2: Change of Plans
Greg was just about to have the best time of his life, when suddenly...
"Mom! You bitch!" A girl shouted from downstairs. "What kind of person leaves their daughter at the airport?! You'd said you'd be there, yet I had to call an Uber to get here! You owe me $36.72 and an apology!"
"You have a daughter?!" Greg said in disbelief, quickly dressing back up. "You've got to be shittin' me!"
Greg grabs his Glock, makes sure his face coverings are still on, and then goes back to Eve.
"Now Mrs. Rivera, I've got a couple things you need to do." Greg says, going back to into robber-mode. "I'm going to hide between your bedroom door and the wall, you're going to catch the attention of your daughter. Scream as loud as you can through that ball gag."
Greg pauses, as he hears the daughter shouting. He waits. Then continues.
"If you don't scream or put anything less than your entire lung's worth of air into your scream, this gun will do the attention-getting for you."
Eve's eyes go wide with fear. She was back in the nightmare.
Greg hides himself in the position, and then looks at Eve.
"MMMMMPH!!! GRRRMPH!!!!" Eve screams.
Oh, perhaps I should've told her not to overdo it. Greg thinks to himself. Everyone in Everblue would've heard that scream.
"Mom? What the hell was that?!" Greg hears from downstairs.
He holds his breath, and waits. He hears rapid footsteps running up the stairs.
A young girl runs into the room, looking nearly identical to her mother. If Greg had to guess, she'd be around 19 or 20.
"M-Mom...?" The girl says in absolute shock and dismay.
Greg sneaks up behind her and clamps his left hand over her mouth. The girl immediately attacks and tries to escape. She tries hitting him and kicking him, but to no avail.
"We've got ourselves a feisty one." Greg says to himself.
His tone quickly changes as he puts the gun to her head. Eve starts sobbing uncontrollably. The girl, with the same wide-eyed look of horror as her mother, stops struggling.
"Now, I've got some instructions for you to follow, little Rivera" Greg says. "See those handcuffs lying on top of my backpack there? Cuff yourself behind the back. Failure to comply, and I'll shoot you. Scream at anytime, and I'll shoot you. Disobey any word I say, and I'll shoot you. Got it?"
"Mmmhm." The girl says, nodding with fear.
"Now go." Greg says, roughly pushing her to the backpack.
The girl starts to cry, but complies. She grabs the handcuffs, stands up and then cuffs herself behind her back.
"Now, answer some of my questions." Greg says. "Why are you here?"
"I-It's Spring Break. M-Mom was going to pick me up from the airport today, but she d-didn't arrive. A-And she didn't pick up to my calls o-or reply to my texts." The girl says, sniffling.
"And your name?" Greg asks.
"It's Ash-" The girl stutters. "It's Ashley. Ashley Rivera, sir."
"And your age?" Greg asks.
"19, sir." Ashley answers.
"Well, then Ashley." Greg says, walking over to Eve. "I don't know if you know this, but your mother is quite the slut."
"What? She's not a-" Ashley begins.
Greg kicks the box over.
Ropes, gags, vibrators, toys and other restraints all fall out and tumble onto the floor.
Ashley looks at these items with her mouth agape. Eve looks away in shame.
"Now, I'm feeling generous today. I'm going to tie you up and gag you. Pick out which ones you'd like me to use on you." Greg says. "Just know, no matter what choices you choose, I'm still going to be taking off your panties and stuffing 'em into your mouth."
Ashley remained silent as she selected her restraints, using her foot to drag them off to the side. She picked nylon rope and a 1.5-inch ball gag. Very similar restraints to her mother.
"Alright, turn around." Greg says, unraveling a coil of rope.
Ashley complies and presents her wrists to Greg. He ties her wrists together tightly, leaving the handcuffs on. He then ties her elbows together, Ashley lets out a small yelp of pain.
Greg then takes off her underwear, and wads it into a ball.
"Open." Greg commands.
"Aah... Mmmph." Ashley complies. "Grrmm..."
Greg then grabs the ball gag and tightly gags her. He then ties her legs.
"Alright, stay put." Greg says. "I've got a house to rob."
Greg leaves the room, leaving the bound and gagged mother-daughter duo to squirm and yell.
He goes outside and brings his car into the house's driveway. He'd noticed the house didn't have any security cameras, so lucky him. He then dumped everything he had stole from his backpack into a duffel bag in the back seats.
He made a few more trips, taking anything valuable he could find. He then made his way back upstairs, and saw Ashley still desperately trying to escape. Eve had long accepted her fate and was quietly crying.
"Alright girls, change of plans." Greg said. "We're going for a ride."
Now Eve starts to panic, and Ashley only struggles harder, but it's no use. Greg hoists Eve over his shoulder and carries her to his car, throwing her into the trunk. Greg then goes back to get Ashley, but before he also tosses her into the trunk, he grabs the last coil of rope and ties her wrists and ankles together in a very strict hogtie.
"That ought to kill any fight left in you." Greg says.
"Hrrmg..." Ashley weakly moans.
He carries Ashley into the trunk next to her mother. They both look at each other. Eve begins crying, seeing her daughter tied up and sharing the same fate as her.
"Make yourselves comfortable, it'll be a long ride." Greg says, closing the trunk.
He hears muffled screams and moans from the trunk, but nothing else. Greg starts up his car and pulls out of the driveway.
His original plan had changed, but now he had an even better one.
Greg was just about to have the best time of his life, when suddenly...
"Mom! You bitch!" A girl shouted from downstairs. "What kind of person leaves their daughter at the airport?! You'd said you'd be there, yet I had to call an Uber to get here! You owe me $36.72 and an apology!"
"You have a daughter?!" Greg said in disbelief, quickly dressing back up. "You've got to be shittin' me!"
Greg grabs his Glock, makes sure his face coverings are still on, and then goes back to Eve.
"Now Mrs. Rivera, I've got a couple things you need to do." Greg says, going back to into robber-mode. "I'm going to hide between your bedroom door and the wall, you're going to catch the attention of your daughter. Scream as loud as you can through that ball gag."
Greg pauses, as he hears the daughter shouting. He waits. Then continues.
"If you don't scream or put anything less than your entire lung's worth of air into your scream, this gun will do the attention-getting for you."
Eve's eyes go wide with fear. She was back in the nightmare.
Greg hides himself in the position, and then looks at Eve.
"MMMMMPH!!! GRRRMPH!!!!" Eve screams.
Oh, perhaps I should've told her not to overdo it. Greg thinks to himself. Everyone in Everblue would've heard that scream.
"Mom? What the hell was that?!" Greg hears from downstairs.
He holds his breath, and waits. He hears rapid footsteps running up the stairs.
A young girl runs into the room, looking nearly identical to her mother. If Greg had to guess, she'd be around 19 or 20.
"M-Mom...?" The girl says in absolute shock and dismay.
Greg sneaks up behind her and clamps his left hand over her mouth. The girl immediately attacks and tries to escape. She tries hitting him and kicking him, but to no avail.
"We've got ourselves a feisty one." Greg says to himself.
His tone quickly changes as he puts the gun to her head. Eve starts sobbing uncontrollably. The girl, with the same wide-eyed look of horror as her mother, stops struggling.
"Now, I've got some instructions for you to follow, little Rivera" Greg says. "See those handcuffs lying on top of my backpack there? Cuff yourself behind the back. Failure to comply, and I'll shoot you. Scream at anytime, and I'll shoot you. Disobey any word I say, and I'll shoot you. Got it?"
"Mmmhm." The girl says, nodding with fear.
"Now go." Greg says, roughly pushing her to the backpack.
The girl starts to cry, but complies. She grabs the handcuffs, stands up and then cuffs herself behind her back.
"Now, answer some of my questions." Greg says. "Why are you here?"
"I-It's Spring Break. M-Mom was going to pick me up from the airport today, but she d-didn't arrive. A-And she didn't pick up to my calls o-or reply to my texts." The girl says, sniffling.
"And your name?" Greg asks.
"It's Ash-" The girl stutters. "It's Ashley. Ashley Rivera, sir."
"And your age?" Greg asks.
"19, sir." Ashley answers.
"Well, then Ashley." Greg says, walking over to Eve. "I don't know if you know this, but your mother is quite the slut."
"What? She's not a-" Ashley begins.
Greg kicks the box over.
Ropes, gags, vibrators, toys and other restraints all fall out and tumble onto the floor.
Ashley looks at these items with her mouth agape. Eve looks away in shame.
"Now, I'm feeling generous today. I'm going to tie you up and gag you. Pick out which ones you'd like me to use on you." Greg says. "Just know, no matter what choices you choose, I'm still going to be taking off your panties and stuffing 'em into your mouth."
Ashley remained silent as she selected her restraints, using her foot to drag them off to the side. She picked nylon rope and a 1.5-inch ball gag. Very similar restraints to her mother.
"Alright, turn around." Greg says, unraveling a coil of rope.
Ashley complies and presents her wrists to Greg. He ties her wrists together tightly, leaving the handcuffs on. He then ties her elbows together, Ashley lets out a small yelp of pain.
Greg then takes off her underwear, and wads it into a ball.
"Open." Greg commands.
"Aah... Mmmph." Ashley complies. "Grrmm..."
Greg then grabs the ball gag and tightly gags her. He then ties her legs.
"Alright, stay put." Greg says. "I've got a house to rob."
Greg leaves the room, leaving the bound and gagged mother-daughter duo to squirm and yell.
He goes outside and brings his car into the house's driveway. He'd noticed the house didn't have any security cameras, so lucky him. He then dumped everything he had stole from his backpack into a duffel bag in the back seats.
He made a few more trips, taking anything valuable he could find. He then made his way back upstairs, and saw Ashley still desperately trying to escape. Eve had long accepted her fate and was quietly crying.
"Alright girls, change of plans." Greg said. "We're going for a ride."
Now Eve starts to panic, and Ashley only struggles harder, but it's no use. Greg hoists Eve over his shoulder and carries her to his car, throwing her into the trunk. Greg then goes back to get Ashley, but before he also tosses her into the trunk, he grabs the last coil of rope and ties her wrists and ankles together in a very strict hogtie.
"That ought to kill any fight left in you." Greg says.
"Hrrmg..." Ashley weakly moans.
He carries Ashley into the trunk next to her mother. They both look at each other. Eve begins crying, seeing her daughter tied up and sharing the same fate as her.
"Make yourselves comfortable, it'll be a long ride." Greg says, closing the trunk.
He hears muffled screams and moans from the trunk, but nothing else. Greg starts up his car and pulls out of the driveway.
His original plan had changed, but now he had an even better one.
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Excellent, absolutely excellent! Love how the daughter is mad at her mother before the reveal of whats going on. The quick interrogation, and the mother's reaction to the situation. You've done a splendid job.
And I also love a robber who realizes an opportunity when he sees it. There's some characters in my own stories that might be interested in acquiring these two
And I also love a robber who realizes an opportunity when he sees it. There's some characters in my own stories that might be interested in acquiring these two
Loving this story
I am enjoying your story. More please.
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Nice story!!! More would be quite nice!!!
Love the mom daughter tied gagged scenario.
Y'all most likely don't need this, but just in case: This part does contain scenes of non-consensual sex.
I do not endorse it. This is a fictional setting and all participants are over the age of 18.
Part 3: Four's a Party
*bzzzt*
"Just in: a missing persons report has been filed for 2 individuals. A mother and a daughter."
"The mother, Eve Rivera. 39 years of age. She works at Cyper Marketing Corp. Last seen wearing their set of 'sky-blue' colored office clothes. Height: roughly 5' 3". Medium length, wavy brunette hair and brown eyes."
"The daughter, Ashley Rivera. 19 years of age. She's a student at UCLA. Last seen wearing a 'University of California: Los Angeles' T-shirt and shorts. Height: roughly 5' 2". Short, straight brunette hair with blonde highlights and brown eyes."
"Local authorities have pinned the suspect to 26 year old Gregory Marwall. He stands at 5' 10" with a lean figure. Last seen wearing a light blue collared shirt, jeans, and a "Los Angeles Dodger's" baseball cap. Unfortunately, no details about his facial features are available."
"The vehicle used to flee the scene is a black, 2017 model Honda Civic. We only have information on the first 3 of 6 characters of the license plates, which are: A, 5, and 7."
"The Brook County Police Department is asking for the public's help. Please remain alert and notify authorities if you have any tips, or if you spot the suspect. He is armed and considered dangerous, do not try to approach him, call authorities and let them handle the situation."
"Thank you. This is Wendy Nitren, Network News."
*bzzzt*
"Hear that ladies?" Greg shouts from the driver's seat as he turns off the radio. "Your family is worried about you two!"
He hears weak, muffled moans and groans from the trunk.
"Unfortunately for the cops, we're long gone from Everblue." Greg says. "I think you'll like your new home."
Later...
*knock knock knock*
"No, I would not like to hear about our lord and- Oh! Hey there Gregory." A man says, answering the door.
"It's just Greg, Andrew." Greg scowls. "I'm assuming you've heard the news by now."
"Yeah. I heard." Andrew replies. "You're a full-blown fugitive now. No more petty theft charges now."
"Well, I've still got them bound and gagged in my trunk. I'm going to need to hide out here. My place is swarming with cops." Greg says.
"Listen man, I'd love to, but..." Andrew says hesitantly. "It's the fact that you're pretty much the most wanted man in Brook Country."
"I'm not asking you to do it for free." Greg says. "Like I said, I've got two absolute beauties in my trunk. I know you've got connections. All I want is to sell 'em off, and then live the rest of my days in hiding."
Andrew ponders for a while.
"All right." Andrew says. "Guest bedroom's upstairs. Second door to your right."
"Thanks, I knew I could count on you." Greg says. "Help me with my 'luggage' will ya?"
Greg takes Eve, and Andrew takes Ashley. Of course, not without a lot of resistance, but the two men could easily overpower the two bound girls. They drag them upstairs and into the guest bedroom.
"Jesus, man. They look even better in-person!" Andrew says. "You sure they didn't fall from heaven?"
"Enough small talk." Greg says over a whimpering Eve. "You call your buddies, I'll strip them."
Andrew complies and leaves. Greg then looks at the bound duo, who are visibly fearful.
"Alright, you first." Greg says, picking Ashley.
"Nmmphmm! Stmmp eph!" Ashley says, shaking her head vigorously.
Greg cuts off her college clothes, and removes her bra. Ashley starts to cry at her pitiful state.
"Your turn, Mrs. Rivera." Greg says.
Eve accepts her fate. Not fighting back as Greg cuts off her work clothes and removes her undergarments.
Seizing the opportunity, Greg grabs Eve's breasts and starts to fondle them. She starts to moan loudly as he gropes.
Ashley is horrified at the sight and angrily curses at Greg through her gag. He pays her no attention, and instead focuses on his erect member.
"The deal's done." Andrew says to Greg. "$825,000 is what they're offering."
"Think they'll mind if we use them?" Greg asks over the moans and shouts.
"Actually, they will. A virgin slave goes for a lot more than others." Andrew replies.
"Alright, we'll just use their mouths." Greg says, taking off his pants. "You join in too, consider it my token of appreciation."
Andrew grins at the idea. He and Greg forcefully make the girls kneel in front of them. Making them stare right at their groin.
Andrew takes off his underwear. His large and erect cock is presented mere inches away from her face. Her eyes go wide in horror.
Then Andrew unbuckles the ball gag on Ashley's mouth. Her saliva-soaked panties fall out of her mouth and lots more saliva oozes out.
"Pwluah!" Ashley gasps as the stuffing falls out. "P-Please... D-Don't do this. A-Anything bu- grrmk!"
Before Ashley can continue begging, Andrew rams his cock into her mouth. It reaches all the way down her throat as he face fucks her.
"Gckk-! Hrmk!" Ashley chokes, with eyes bigger than her breasts and barely getting enough air to stay conscious.
Eve has no time to weep, as she's suffering the exact same treatment from Greg. His cock forces its way down to the back of her throat as she's forced all the way down to the base of his dick.
"Shit! She's tight!" Andrew exclaims. "I'm getting close already..."
He grabs Ashley's head and rams his dick deeper, harder and faster. Her eyes roll up in dirty pleasure as she continues to choke and gag at the rough treatment. With one final thrust, Andrew blows his load in her mouth. His cum is forced down her throat as she struggles to drink it.
At last, Andrew takes his member out of her mouth. Her body falls backward, mouth still oozing and sputtering the sticky semen.
Utterly defeated, numb, and still bound, Ashley makes no attempt to get back up. She lies on the floor, gasping for air and barely conscious.
Greg lasts a bit longer, but he soon reaches a climax. With both hands on the back of her head, he forces her to deepthroat his dick as he ejaculates down her throat. Unlike her daughter though, Eve manages to drink all of Greg's semen without gagging.
"Puaah!" Eve gasps as her mouth is taken off Greg's cock.
Eve falls back, and lands near her daughter. She looks at her now unconscious daughter and begins to weep uncontrollably.
No time for sympathy though. Greg and Andrew both dress back up and go downstairs to the kitchen area, leaving the mother and daughter naked and bound upstairs.
"Tell them the deal's off." Greg says.
"W-What?!" Andrew says, baffled. "You're insane! That's over 800 grand you're throwing in the trash!"
"I had a change of heart. I'm not going to sell them into slavery, that's too heartless. I'm selfish. I'm going to keep them as my own personal slaves." Greg says.
"Whatever you say man." Andrew says, dialing a phone number. "I gotta warn you though, 'Viper' ain't exactly the type of guy to accept a lost opportunity."
"Yeah, yeah. I know." Gregory says nonchalantly, grabbing a can of beer from the fridge as Andrew finishes calling off the deal.
"Look on the bright side though." Greg says, cracking open the aluminum can. "We get to have all the fun to ourselves."
"Yeah, and what about the money?" Andrew says, still sour.
"Look, I didn't just kidnap two girls and book it." Greg says. "I stole quite a lot from them. Mrs. Rivera was pretty well-off. I did some math, I got about..."
He pauses as he recalculates his numbers.
"About 65k worth of items. Give or take." He says.
"It's a far cry from 825 grand, but it'll suffice." Andrew says. "For a while. What'll happen when we run out of that money?"
"We'll cross that bridge when we get there." Greg replies.
He finishes the can and throws it into the recycle bin.
"Right now though, let's go for Round 2." He says.
I do not endorse it. This is a fictional setting and all participants are over the age of 18.
Part 3: Four's a Party
*bzzzt*
"Just in: a missing persons report has been filed for 2 individuals. A mother and a daughter."
"The mother, Eve Rivera. 39 years of age. She works at Cyper Marketing Corp. Last seen wearing their set of 'sky-blue' colored office clothes. Height: roughly 5' 3". Medium length, wavy brunette hair and brown eyes."
"The daughter, Ashley Rivera. 19 years of age. She's a student at UCLA. Last seen wearing a 'University of California: Los Angeles' T-shirt and shorts. Height: roughly 5' 2". Short, straight brunette hair with blonde highlights and brown eyes."
"Local authorities have pinned the suspect to 26 year old Gregory Marwall. He stands at 5' 10" with a lean figure. Last seen wearing a light blue collared shirt, jeans, and a "Los Angeles Dodger's" baseball cap. Unfortunately, no details about his facial features are available."
"The vehicle used to flee the scene is a black, 2017 model Honda Civic. We only have information on the first 3 of 6 characters of the license plates, which are: A, 5, and 7."
"The Brook County Police Department is asking for the public's help. Please remain alert and notify authorities if you have any tips, or if you spot the suspect. He is armed and considered dangerous, do not try to approach him, call authorities and let them handle the situation."
"Thank you. This is Wendy Nitren, Network News."
*bzzzt*
"Hear that ladies?" Greg shouts from the driver's seat as he turns off the radio. "Your family is worried about you two!"
He hears weak, muffled moans and groans from the trunk.
"Unfortunately for the cops, we're long gone from Everblue." Greg says. "I think you'll like your new home."
Later...
*knock knock knock*
"No, I would not like to hear about our lord and- Oh! Hey there Gregory." A man says, answering the door.
"It's just Greg, Andrew." Greg scowls. "I'm assuming you've heard the news by now."
"Yeah. I heard." Andrew replies. "You're a full-blown fugitive now. No more petty theft charges now."
"Well, I've still got them bound and gagged in my trunk. I'm going to need to hide out here. My place is swarming with cops." Greg says.
"Listen man, I'd love to, but..." Andrew says hesitantly. "It's the fact that you're pretty much the most wanted man in Brook Country."
"I'm not asking you to do it for free." Greg says. "Like I said, I've got two absolute beauties in my trunk. I know you've got connections. All I want is to sell 'em off, and then live the rest of my days in hiding."
Andrew ponders for a while.
"All right." Andrew says. "Guest bedroom's upstairs. Second door to your right."
"Thanks, I knew I could count on you." Greg says. "Help me with my 'luggage' will ya?"
Greg takes Eve, and Andrew takes Ashley. Of course, not without a lot of resistance, but the two men could easily overpower the two bound girls. They drag them upstairs and into the guest bedroom.
"Jesus, man. They look even better in-person!" Andrew says. "You sure they didn't fall from heaven?"
"Enough small talk." Greg says over a whimpering Eve. "You call your buddies, I'll strip them."
Andrew complies and leaves. Greg then looks at the bound duo, who are visibly fearful.
"Alright, you first." Greg says, picking Ashley.
"Nmmphmm! Stmmp eph!" Ashley says, shaking her head vigorously.
Greg cuts off her college clothes, and removes her bra. Ashley starts to cry at her pitiful state.
"Your turn, Mrs. Rivera." Greg says.
Eve accepts her fate. Not fighting back as Greg cuts off her work clothes and removes her undergarments.
Seizing the opportunity, Greg grabs Eve's breasts and starts to fondle them. She starts to moan loudly as he gropes.
Ashley is horrified at the sight and angrily curses at Greg through her gag. He pays her no attention, and instead focuses on his erect member.
"The deal's done." Andrew says to Greg. "$825,000 is what they're offering."
"Think they'll mind if we use them?" Greg asks over the moans and shouts.
"Actually, they will. A virgin slave goes for a lot more than others." Andrew replies.
"Alright, we'll just use their mouths." Greg says, taking off his pants. "You join in too, consider it my token of appreciation."
Andrew grins at the idea. He and Greg forcefully make the girls kneel in front of them. Making them stare right at their groin.
Andrew takes off his underwear. His large and erect cock is presented mere inches away from her face. Her eyes go wide in horror.
Then Andrew unbuckles the ball gag on Ashley's mouth. Her saliva-soaked panties fall out of her mouth and lots more saliva oozes out.
"Pwluah!" Ashley gasps as the stuffing falls out. "P-Please... D-Don't do this. A-Anything bu- grrmk!"
Before Ashley can continue begging, Andrew rams his cock into her mouth. It reaches all the way down her throat as he face fucks her.
"Gckk-! Hrmk!" Ashley chokes, with eyes bigger than her breasts and barely getting enough air to stay conscious.
Eve has no time to weep, as she's suffering the exact same treatment from Greg. His cock forces its way down to the back of her throat as she's forced all the way down to the base of his dick.
"Shit! She's tight!" Andrew exclaims. "I'm getting close already..."
He grabs Ashley's head and rams his dick deeper, harder and faster. Her eyes roll up in dirty pleasure as she continues to choke and gag at the rough treatment. With one final thrust, Andrew blows his load in her mouth. His cum is forced down her throat as she struggles to drink it.
At last, Andrew takes his member out of her mouth. Her body falls backward, mouth still oozing and sputtering the sticky semen.
Utterly defeated, numb, and still bound, Ashley makes no attempt to get back up. She lies on the floor, gasping for air and barely conscious.
Greg lasts a bit longer, but he soon reaches a climax. With both hands on the back of her head, he forces her to deepthroat his dick as he ejaculates down her throat. Unlike her daughter though, Eve manages to drink all of Greg's semen without gagging.
"Puaah!" Eve gasps as her mouth is taken off Greg's cock.
Eve falls back, and lands near her daughter. She looks at her now unconscious daughter and begins to weep uncontrollably.
No time for sympathy though. Greg and Andrew both dress back up and go downstairs to the kitchen area, leaving the mother and daughter naked and bound upstairs.
"Tell them the deal's off." Greg says.
"W-What?!" Andrew says, baffled. "You're insane! That's over 800 grand you're throwing in the trash!"
"I had a change of heart. I'm not going to sell them into slavery, that's too heartless. I'm selfish. I'm going to keep them as my own personal slaves." Greg says.
"Whatever you say man." Andrew says, dialing a phone number. "I gotta warn you though, 'Viper' ain't exactly the type of guy to accept a lost opportunity."
"Yeah, yeah. I know." Gregory says nonchalantly, grabbing a can of beer from the fridge as Andrew finishes calling off the deal.
"Look on the bright side though." Greg says, cracking open the aluminum can. "We get to have all the fun to ourselves."
"Yeah, and what about the money?" Andrew says, still sour.
"Look, I didn't just kidnap two girls and book it." Greg says. "I stole quite a lot from them. Mrs. Rivera was pretty well-off. I did some math, I got about..."
He pauses as he recalculates his numbers.
"About 65k worth of items. Give or take." He says.
"It's a far cry from 825 grand, but it'll suffice." Andrew says. "For a while. What'll happen when we run out of that money?"
"We'll cross that bridge when we get there." Greg replies.
He finishes the can and throws it into the recycle bin.
"Right now though, let's go for Round 2." He says.
~ The potato is a starchy food, a tuber of the plant Solanum tuberosum and is a root vegetable native to the Americas. The plant is a perennial in the nightshade family Solanaceae.
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TickleTorture
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Oh my that is a lovely scene, lovely! Do a great job displaying the ladies despair. Love how callously they talk about their new roles as slaves and how mint condition sells for more. If Greg ever has a change of heart Im sure the Draconians from my story would love to make a deal