The Break In


Mom and I walked gingerly down the stairs. We two females were from a family of six: Dad was overseas on a business trip, my older brother was at some science competition, my younger brother was at Scouts camp and my younger sister was overseas in college. I was dressed in a blue bra, pink panties, lose shorts and T-Shirt. Mom was in a skirt and sleeveless blouse. The noise from outside interrupted both of us and we thus decided to investigate. There were news reports of several break-ins in houses two blocks away. The problem may have been solved if we had a working alarm system. The problem was we didn’t, and the repairman would only be available a week later.

As we turned around the corner into the store room when suddenly, a shadowy figure jumped in front of us and mom was tackled. “Mmmph!!” She cried and so did I. The whole place was pretty dark and the only light I saw was a shiny object–it was a knife! Screaming, I tried to turn back to run but was interrupted by a booming voice.

“Girl, unless you want to see your mommy’s throat cut, you shut up and stay there!” I weighed my options for a few seconds but decided it was too risky to let my mom be injured or worse be killed. As I gave in and he barked, “hands on your head!” Complying, he prodded me to back up to the main living room. With my mom still hand-gagged and held at knife point, I was made to disconnect the phone line and destroy the SIM cards of my cell phone and mother’s. My lovely contacts were gone! I had no time to stop as he then instructed me to lead the way to my parent’s bedroom.

Once in, he then boomed, “ok girl, go to her drawer and take out one of her panties.”

“You pervert!” I yelled, knowing that he was planning a to use my mom’s underwear to gag her. “Shut your girly mouth! Just do as you’re told!” He replied, pressing the knife closer against my mother’s throat and causing her to scream a muffled scream. Looking at her pleading eyes, I gave in and extracted one of her beige translucent panties. Dragging my mother closer, I was instructed to quick insert the silky piece of underwear into her mouth as soon as he removed hand. With a ‘sorry mom’ look, I managed to do so, causing her to yelp more. Throwing me a roll of black duct tape that seemed to appear from nowhere, he ordered, “Tape her all around her jaw, at least three strips”. As Finished, he pinched my mom’s boobs to test the gag. “Good”, he remarked, then threw her face down on her bed. He finished her off binding her arms, wrists and ankles with plastic ties and threw her under the bed.

I attempted to try escape again and was about to throw a wild kick in his direction. Somehow, he must have read my thoughts as I was lifted up and came face to face with him and his foul stench. “Now, girlie, behave as we’re going to have fun.” I was carried to my own room, thrown to the floor and held down by his boot and the rummaging of drawers told me what was about to happen. What surprised me was the words “Choose your gag” as I was brought to look at my own panties.

I stared at my array of underwear from my white boyshorts to my translucent pink bikini cut undies and my black silk and satin thong panties. Dazed from the rushed of events, my head nodded in one direction and the perverted intruder commented “ah good choice but such a sexy pair of lingerie for a young girl.” Immediately, I was gasping for breath as he pinched my nose but that was followed by the silkiness of my blue bikini panties against my tongue. The ripping of tape was heard and the unwanted feeling of stickiness against my lips sealed most of the sounds from me.

I expected to be bound next, but instead I was almost squeezed by the hold of his arms and then felt him tug at my shorts. “Mmmpp!!!!” I cried. My struggles were of course futile like a small fish struggling against the hook of a fishing line. My shorts were lowered to my waist and I expected my underwear to follow but instead I was flipped on my back and the feeling of plastic ties came against my wrists. He’s tying me up before he does it, I thought, still struggling but expecting the worst. I’ll be losing my virginity not to some of the hot boys I always eyed but to some creep….

To my surprise, I felt coarse rope was felt around my waist. “Owmmm!” I cried and the rope was tighten but instead of just around my waist, I felt the rope passing between my buttocks, against my anus and up against my crotch area. “Mmmpppppppppppppphhhhhhhhh!!!” What was this?!

“Welcome, girl, to your crotch rope. You first time I should think,” he remarked, overjoyed. Crotch rope?!

A strange tingling sensation in my crotch as well as the pain of the coarse rope was followed by the lashing on my legs together. My struggling efforts were thwarted as I felt the ripple of sensations from my private part. “mmmp!” “mmmph!” I cried, less out of pain and more out of the strange feeling.

“Ahh,” the intruder exclaimed with a hint of satisfaction, “something a young teen like you have never experienced? Let me introduce to you your first orgasm and many more to come.” Orgasm?! I screamed through my panty gag and naturally I tried to struggle out of the tight bonds but he secured me further in a hogtie. Scooping me up, he dropped me back on my bed as another wave of the orgasm arosed.

“My, my look how stiff your nipples are,” he remarked, causing me to turn red with embarrassment. As I squirmed, he reached down and touched my left breast. “MMAAMMmmmph!” I exclaimed, knowing it was a feeling of arousal from both the stimulation against my clitoris and him rubbing my breasts. “Ah, doesn’t this feel good, girl? Nothing like your sex education class in school?” His teasing only caused me to scream even more due to the constant arousal rather that the strain from my bonds and gag.

His hand quickly moved to my other boob and I felt a shock of pain as he grasped my nipple and gave in a sharp twist. “Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked. Unable to answer, I glared at him but he simply said, “this will be good prep for you girlie.” This breast torture continued for a further few minutes before he withdrew his molesting. A rummaging sound was heard and the feeling of pieces of medical tape was felt against my breasts and a click sound was heard. Zing! Zap! a jolt of electrical current shocked my body. “Welcome to this timed device; you’ll get the shock every minute. It’s not fatal, don’t worry. And the tape is really strong and so are the wires so struggling is almost useless. Goody bye, enjoy the shocks girl,” he announced.

“AHHmmmm!!!” I continued to cry with each electric shock to my breasts. Suddenly, another sound was heard-; was the ‘torturer’ back? “Leanne!” A familiar voice cried. My dad swiftly yanked away the electric cables, and peeled off the tape around my jaw. Extracting my panties, I cried, “the rope!” and his confused look continued for a few more seconds until he saw what I meant. By the time he removed the tingling cord, my panties were wet from all the sexual excitement and my face was red from embarrassment. It too another few minutes before my bonds were finally removed and my mother was freed.

The end.

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