Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Cold War Party Time: (c) Hamilton Joyce. MF mf inc MM nc. Yana stood in front of the long mirror and admired her naked body, turning sideways on to look at her breasts in profile. She tweaked the pink nipples and made them stand, enjoying the little frisson in her clitty as if an invisible thread linked her breasts to her pussy. They were small, not as large as her mother's, but ok for fourteen. She giggled correcting herself, fifteen today! She was better developed than any of the other girls in her class at the huge old school. She stroked them, drawing her fingers up the firm cones to those rubbery nipples: rounded and pert, she thought, and not a trace of sag beneath them. She turned to face the mirror and gave her head a shake: her shoulder length blonde hair shone silky framing her classic beauty face, gold tanned like her body, full lips, blue eyes. She parted her legs just a bit and combed fingers through the triangle of fine, blonde pubic fleece. She was content with her body, flat belly and a nice rounded mons, pussy lips still hairless, and closed: plump little lips, full like her others. She turned side on again: long, tanned legs, slender still at fifteen, but a still almost boyish bum. Never mind: it was firm and smooth and her hips would fill out as she grew older. She cupped her pussy with her right hand, and slipped a finger between the lips. Wet already: looking at herself in the mirror always made her horny. Time for bed. She slipped into the long, so fine as to be near-transparent night-dress, pulled the duvet over herself and switched off the light. Tonight it would be Yvgeny, the big, blonde, handsome bodyguard. She had often seen him bare-chested doing press-ups and squats in the grounds, jogging for hours. Forbidden fruit of course, but a girl could fantasise. She giggled, wondering whether his cock was on the same heroic scale as his thighs and biceps. Her left hand found her clitoris, the index finger of her right sliding up into her vagina. Five minutes and she had a nice little climax, falling asleep almost immediately. ..................................... In their marital bedroom the other end of the first floor corridor Ivan rolled off his wife Marta and was snoring immediately. Marta had faked orgasm as usual. Ivan was just too quick: no foreplay, stick it in, a dozen thrusts at best, fill her cunt with cum, and then roll off. It was getting increasingly difficult even to fake it: he had never given her a climax. Never! She masturbated to an unsatisfactory little climax, imagining it was the big, burly bodyguard Nikita, with his mat of black chest hair and that moustache that would tickle her thighs as he.... Yes, that did it! She too was soon asleep. ....................................... The battered old Volkswagen van had three beefy guys in the cab, clear to any observer to be farmers and farm labourers on their way to or from the pub, though there probably was nobody to see them in this remote spot. The three others inside the van would be unseen, and the quality of the ride and the power of the engine suggested the van was not all that it seemed. The driver turned off the narrow country lane onto a rutted farm track, and after half a mile took a left turn into the woods, an old fire-break. Fifty yards further in he turned the truck in a clearing made by loggers so he was facing the way they had come, and cut the engine and lights. OK lads. Masks. Remember we need to convince them we are bandits and not counter-espionage operatives. So it's plunder the place for any portable loot, and the sexy wife and super-sexy daughter are fair game.... Ivan as well if any of you swing that way. Cool, professional, but brutal. The plan includes raping them so make sure you convince them we really are robbers. Remember they are our most dangerous and insidious enemies, and are asking for it! We're two hundred yards from the house, so move silently. Counting steps under his breath the Captain stopped his men and sent his corporal, Harvey, up a telegraph pole with the wire cutters: no land-line telephone now, and no internet access. Another of the men, Alexei, opened a black briefcase and sat beside it on the ground fiddling with electronic equipment inside it for a moment. "No mobiles now, either, and no security or alarm system either, Sir." The briefcase and cutters were left in the bushes to be collected later. "Great. But no "sirs" end no names either. Just "mate" if you must." "Ok, mate," You could almost hear the chuckle in his voice. .................................. The first of the two night bodyguards made it too easy, sitting on the marble front step; his cigarette would have been visible even without their night goggles. He stood no chance, and dropped like a stone when the fine stream of gas hit him in the face. One of the men stopped to truss him up: plastic restraining cuffs on wrists and ankles, Duck tape over those, and tape too over his mouth. He would be out for two hours and have an unpleasant awakening! The Captain had no sympathy: a cigarette break, and these chaps were supposed to be the best the enemy had! His captor pulled him to the now-open front door and followed the other five inside. At the top of the stairs the party of five split in two, two guys going up the next flight to restrain the day-shift bodyguards in their bedrooms, the others waiting a timed five minutes before two entered Ivan's bedroom, and the other two the daughter's bedroom. Time allowance for immobilising the sleeping shift sleeping shift was eight minutes: it was accomplished easily in two and the trussed bodies were hauled to the top of the stairs with still with four minutes of their allowance. Luxury! Yana was dreaming she was embraced by a ruggedly handsome youth in military uniform: he had placed his hand on her breast when she woke up.... to find there was a hand on her breast and a towel jammed over her mouth by another heavy hand. The light went on, and momentarily dazzled she then took in the fearsome sight of two huge, black-masked men standing over her. The duvet was ripped away and tossed off the bed, and she lay there trying to scream, but effectively muffled. Nice tits, Yana, nice and firm. Lets see if they look as good as they feel. She could feel the cold steel of a knife, the blunt side, as her black nylon nightdress was ripped from neck to hem. Her first thought was for the first grown-up nightie she had ever possessed, her daddy's present for her fifteenth birthday. And now it was ruined. Her second was that these men would rape her, as she felt a hands on her now naked breasts. "Very nice, lovely firm, pert tits." Her nipples had always been sensitive, at least since puberty, and now he was squeezing and pulling one of them. "Now, young lady, are you going to be sensible and keep quiet, or will I have to cut your throat?" He was so calm and matter of fact, his tone undramatic, conversational, and she just knew he meant it, even without the feeling of the cold blade resting on her neck. "Don't hurt me..... Are you going to rape me?" There was a sob in her voice and the first tears ran down her cheeks. He just laughed. "First things first, Yana. Don't be impatient. All good things come to those who wait. Are these emeralds?" "My daddy gave them to me this morning. Just this morning. They are my birthday present. Please don't take them...." "Just fifteen today, eh? Well that explains the lovely tits, and those lovely legs, and this too." He ran his fingers through the triangle of fine blonde hair and cupped her pussy in his large, hairy fist. "Put the emeralds on, my dear. Put them round your pretty neck." "We gotta go..... mate. Due back downstairs in two minutes." "Pity. I never fucked a girl with an emerald necklace to decorate her. Ok Yana, kneel." He tore the tatters of nylon away and fastened the naked girl's wrists behind her with a plastic tie. She was frog marched past the unconscious and hog-tied guards, and up to her mummy and daddy's door, where four other men in black jump suits and masks were waiting. "Now!" One of them killed the light in the corridor: they opened the door and quietly went in. She would have liked to shout a warning, be brave, but she was in terror of that long knife, still in the right hand of the one who was frog marching her. The light went on to show five around the bed, one heaving the duvet off to show her mother in a near transparent white nightdress, and her father completely naked, both laying on their backs, both then sitting up and shouting something incoherent. Probably Russian. The men just waited for them to calm, admiring Ivan's choice of wife: like her daughter superlative body and classic beauty face. Long, shapely legs and a pretty, shaven pussy, slender waist and small but pert breasts with the same rosy pink nipples her daughter was blessed with: same long, blonde hair too. The instruction they were to behave as bandits and that included rape began to look appetising to the squaddies! She was trying to shield her pussy with one hand, her breasts with the other arm, but with little success. "Don't make this difficult for us, Ivan. We're professionals and believe in minimum violence. Now, the combination of the safe please." "Damn you. No!" "Two hands, Ivan. That's eight fingers and two thumbs. Three knuckles each finger, two for the thumbs. That's twenty eight pieces I can cut off you, before we get to more interesting parts. How many fingers would you be willing to lose before you tell me. Think about it. If you don't tell me when I've counted ten I'll gag you and start cutting. Up to you, Ivan Ivanovitch. "One, two, three, four, five..." "Tell him Ivan. It's not worth it....." "Tell them, daddy. They mean it I think..." "Six, seven, " "It's 14296805." He nodded at the guy now standing by the safe. "Try it 14296805." "It's opened, mate, no booby trap." "Right. Handcuff the two. And we'll all go to the living room downstairs while matey here empties the safe, and tips four guards down the stairs." ........................ Ivan watched helpless in a mixture of despair and anger as his wife, his lovely wife, was released from her handcuffs and pushed to the floor, on that white fur rug they had so often used for lovemaking. One held her down while the other pulled her legs apart. Ivan's cock twitched as his eyes took in that familiar beauty, those breasts standing so firm despite her laying on her back, the nipples and aureoles pink still despite her all-over golden tan. Her pussy was as immaculate as ever, hairless, mound swelling at the base of her near-flat belly, lips closed: so elegant and tidy until she was aroused! A second burly villain unbuckled his belt and let his thin track suit trousers fall to his ankles: naked beneath, his buttocks looked broad and muscular, a sparse crop of black hairs even on the burly cheeks. He spat on his hand and added that to the pre-cum that was spilling down the shaft of a large, hard penis. Ivan watched, frustration mixed now with despair as the man roughly pulled her legs wide apart and lay full on top: her yelp signalled he had started to rape her, penetrated his wife's vagina with that huge cock. His wife's vagina. "Please, no....." But that was not Marta: that was his daughter pleading. He tore his eyes away from the violation of his wife and saw his daughter Yana squashed between two more muscular bandits, one fondling her breasts, the other fingering her genitalia. He turned his head away, back to his wife's martyrom. The guy's muscular buttocks were clenching and unclenching as he drove his penis in. He seemed to have his arms around her, under her body and she was laying with her arms limp alongside her, noiseless after that first stifled scream that announced Ivan's dishonour, at least in the eyes of his own peculiar culture. He tried to pull forward, but his bound wrists had been looped over a heavy carved chair and he could not move, and there was nothing he could do about the latest insult to his masculinity..... he had to watch as his wife closed her arms around the back of the man raping her. He had to watch as her little, soft hands clutched and caressed the moving muscles of his broad back. He closed his eyes to shut the vision out, but a sort of gasp from his daughter made him open them. Her breasts were truly lovely, small yes but conical and plump. Those fingers, both hands, were stroking them from the base to the tips, drawing them upward, and the pink nipples were now longer and rubbery. Erect! By god! His daughter's teenage nipples were erect: Shit! She was aroused. He had not seen her naked since her puberty and he stared. The other guy, at the moment of a second gasp parted the girl's cunt-lips, and her father could see the pink flesh within, her little clitoris, the darker part announcing the entrance to her vagina.... her virgin vagina he hoped with all his heart. It was so pretty, and pretty too that faint triangle of blonde hair, so fine still at fifteen that it was almost invisible. It was there, though, and evidence of her sexual maturity. Ashamed of himself he knew his cock was stiffening. And it was the sight of his wife in the throes of eager sex with that anonymous, masked man. There was no doubt now his wife was participating, if not willingly at least eagerly. The sight too of his daughter aroused to such an extent that juices were now running down from her open cleft to make her anus glisten. She had never been an object of sexual desire to her daddy, not till this moment. He knew she was lovely, both her blonde, blue eyes face and hair, and her slender, curvaceous body, but not till he saw her naked breasts, her aroused pussy, not till now had she made him stiff. Marta had lost herself in the pleasure of a strong man who, unlike her husband, did not just stick it in and cum. Her climax was building, up and up, and she clawed at his back pulling him harder against her, crushing her breasts under his magnificent weight. "Moy Bog! Moy Bog. Aaaaaaaaaah." Harvey, fucking her, knew she was cumming. He could feel the contractions in her vagina trying to milk his sperm from him. But he held out, matching each spasm that racked through her with a special thrust deep inside, his knob crashing into her cervix. He also knew her husband was watching and that gave him a special frisson. Now he would shag her hard and build her to a higher climax, hear her scream her ecstasy.... See what Ivan makes of that, laying there helpless, but his prick stiff. The daughter, Yana, heard her mother and she too knew her mother had given in to the forbidden pleasure, and that removed the last obstacle in the way of the girl's climax. Gone all feelings of shame or guilt: this was pleasure, and those fingers pulling at her nipples, those fingers pulling at her clitty, that probing finger in her vagina. The guys were big, muscular, so masculine...."Yes! Yeeeeesssssss!" The man holding the kalashnikov, pointing it always at daddy, took a knife from his belt and cut the plastic ties holding her wrists, and at that moment the man who had been pleasuring her pussy, placed his lips on her open cleft and started to lick and nibble. she had never before known anything like it. It was as if pleasure was building from the very top of her orgasm, his lips and tongue, and those other hands still caressing her tits, everything was bringing her to an earth-shaking climax. She screamed her pleasure, Russian and English obscenities mixed. Ivan was glad his wrists were tied... he knew that the slightest touch on his penis would have released a torrent of cum and completed his humiliation, his guilt and shame. At that moment he could have fucked his daughter. His own little girl! Rough hands unhooked him from the carved oak chair and propelled him towards his daughter as she sprawled on the sofa open-legged and laying back propped against the cushions, her cunt just at the edge of the sofa seat. He was made to kneel with his hard, pre-cum weeping cock resting in her open cleft placed he guessed exactly over her vagina entrance. "Prosti Yana. Prosti. I'm so sorry......" But at that moment he wanted her so much that it was scarcely necessary for a burly hand to do more than just rub the knob against her vagina. Her daddy did the rest, forcing his cock up into her where nothing larger than the candle she kept in her bedside drawer had ever penetrated. His first thought was how tight and how hot this pussy was, and as his shaft slid in gripped by the velvet muscles of a fit teenage girls it touched the very end, her fertile young cervix, The act was shameful he knew! Taking his daughter's virginity on her fifteenth birthday, her birthday present still around her neck. But shameful too was that he came after just two thrusts, filling her cunt with hot cum, yes, but leaving her longing for a third orgasm. Which she would soon get as her daddy was pulled back and tipped over sideways, his place taken by The Captain. Laying on the floor scarce three feet from the white reindeer skin rug where his wife was enjoying (yes, he thought, that's the right word), enjoying being fucked senseless by what seemed to be a master of the art Ivan could see, and almost feel what must have been her second orgasm, and this time he could certainly hear it as she shouted a long, almost wailing "Oooooooooooh" and then some Rusiian shouts, and finally a series of grunts, each he just knew marking a spasm in such a climax as she had never ever enjoyed with him. His cock now limp and sticky from his premature ejaculation in his daughter's cunt he felt un-manned, ashamed that he fucked.... willingly at last.... an innocent girl, his daughter.... his little girl. Ashamed moreover that he had not even been man enough to fuck her properly and as a punishment now had to listen to her joy with a stranger. A burglar from a gang of bandits, fuck it! His wife's fingers were again clawing at her "rapist's" back, and he could see they had torn the thin black fabric and were drawing blood, but the guy did not care. He shagged her on and on, harder and faster each time she climaxed, slower and powerfully between as he built her up again. Finally one climax seemed to run into another and he closed her mouth with his, stifling her cries as he finally allowed himself to cum, coinciding with yet another of her climaxes. God knows how much cum he pumped into her after a build up like that, Ivan thought. And then the terrible thought struck him: Yana had no birth control protection. Marta had wanted her to be given an implant, but he had vetoed it.... too young, too innocent, daddy's little girl. Well, if daddy's little girl was in a fertile part of her cycle her cervix and womb would be ready given the number of climaxes he had already heard. Fuck! He might even be the father of any baby...... With difficulty he rolled over and saw it was not only his wife who was enjoying herself....... Legs still splayed, Yana now had them lifted and held at the ankles by the guy fucking her, and while his great pile-driver thumped in and out, she was diddling her clitoris, pulling at it and rubbing it while he crashed his pubic bone into hers. Another climax. More obscenities, more grunts.... just like her mother. Was it genetic or did all women do it when really fucked? He realised he did not know as none of the many women he had fucked had ever climaxed like these two, over and over again. Certainly his wife never had. He was close to weeping in shame, guilt and above all desperate frustration. He should at least have enjoyed fucking his daughter: probably he would go to hell for just two little pushes and a cum.... The door opened and the sixth guy came in. The Captain's control was clear as he saw the man, and immediately allowed himself to cum. His teenage lover came too, feeling his cock expand and knowing she was being filled with hot sperm.... as nature intended. .................................... "A word in your shell-like.......Mate!" The Captain shoved his half-hard cock back into his track suit bottoms, watched the only other guy still with a dry dick take up his position between the teenage girl's legs, and insert his cock, just as she closed her legs around his bum. "Yeah. Outside I think!" "Hundred percent, sir.... Mate.... I've downloaded his drive.... mostly encrypted of course. But... and here's the great news..... as well as lots of jewels, some gold coins, and wads of dollars and UK fifties in the safe there was a folder with four sheets of typing paper. It must be the keys and passwords. There's over eighty passwords, each tagged to a code-name... Thunderer, Blue Boy, Alexander and so on. My guess is they are agents. Eighty for god's sake. But the holy grail is probably the next twenty or so: they are tagged to what are clearly banking account numbers. My guess is if we are quick we can clear him and his network out.... all his agents and all his cash. Have to be quick, though, as he'll probably change all the account keys. On the other hand I should think keeping a hard copy of encryption keys is probably a shooting offence with his masters. "Shooting if he's lucky! But he may just run for it and try to sell info to us in return for asylum. Well we gave him his daughter's virginity, though he made a hash of that. Great work Alex! Now you go in and act the bandit. Tell a couple who have got wet dicks already to go and fill a few bags with portable antiques and so on, and then wet your dick. Knowing you, Ivan is probably going to have his education advanced. Me. I've a call to make, gotta add some finance experts to the team waiting for us at Base. Can't get a signal here of course, but will be ok by the van, so I'll bring that here as well. "Enjoy yourself El Bandido!" ...................................... Standing at the door Alexei took in the scene worthy of a porn movie. Two beautiful women moaning and grunting as black suited men groped and fucked them. The teenage girl climaxed as he watched, and then the woman. The men fucked on and their waiting, hard-cocked colleagues amused themselves stroking firm tits and cute buttocks. On the floor, limp-cocked and woebegone the father looking up at his daughter enjoying yet another orgasm. Alexei licked his lips. Just the type he enjoyed most. Big-built, muscular and submissive.... had to be submissive with his hands tied behind him! Roughly he turned the guy on his belly and heaved him into a kneeling position. He spat on his hand, wet his dick and shuffled into place behind that broad, hairy bum. Parting the cheeks a probably virgin anus. More spit wiped across it, knob placed, and a shove. The man's scream broke through his daughter and his wife's dream-like ecstasy, and they saw the ultimate humiliation of the father and husband. He pleaded, almost sobbing, but the bandit was ruthless ramming his cock home. pulling it out, pile-driving it again, each thrust making a sharp smacking noise as thighs crashed into buttocks, each insertion causing a scream of pain. The women found the sight of men copulating gave an added impetus to their own enjoyment, and they entered even more enthusiastically into their fucking. Gradually the shouts and pleas died away, and Alexei could feel the anus loosening. He felt underneath... a hard cock. ....................................... The Captain convinced his Colonel that with a handful of finance men and a beefed up software team there was an opportunity to give the opposition a real hit. So he was a happy man when he parked the van outside the mansion's front steps. The bags of loot were waiting by the door and he loaded them into the van along with the internet suppressor kit and bolt cutters. In the room, the guys had finished fucking and the woman and girl were laying side by side on the sofa. Standing at the door the Captain smiled: it was obvious their experience tonight had liberated something in the mother and daughter. Laying side-by-side but head to tail, a jumble of arms and legs, hair mussed and sticky, cunts dripping juices, they had clearly been indulging in lesbian love, and he betted it was their first together. But not their last he supposed. The woman spotted him at the door, and untangled herself. The two of them sat now on the sofa looking flushed, and perhaps slightly embarrassed, but watching Alexei shag their father with a certain fixed expression of interest. The woman's arm crept round her daughter's back and her hand fondled that matchless teenage breast. Like the two women, the Captain watched the two men laying on the fur rug, Ivan on his back with his legs up over Alexei's shoulders: from the look of Ivan's hard cock waving about between the two muscular bodies he was enjoying this "rape". Cock in anus was making a sort of slurping noise with each thrust and Ivan was panting and moaning softly.... but not in anguish. Oh no! And so were the two females enjoying, arms round each other, now kissing again. Then Ivan came, his cock untouched by himself, hands tied behind him still. White streamers of cum splattered over his chest and belly. The women giggled: both understood something about the head of household now! That was the moment for Alexei to cum as well again pumping his cum into Ivan's no-longer virgin arse with three great spurts. Ivan would never be the same: this was the real thing, better to submit to being fucked by a muscular male, brought to a mind-shattering cummy conclusion, better by far than a brief and unsatisfactory climax in a female cunt. Time for action! The Captain walked over to the sofa and calmly shot both women in their faces with his gas-gun, and then over to Ivan, the same. "Time to go, guys. Tie these two up. Very securely. I'm injecting Ivan so he's out cold for eight hours. Harvey and Jake, go and check the four gaurds are still secure and give them another dose of gas. We'll leave Ivan so he can free them when he comes round this afternoon." .................................... When Ivan did at last come to his first panic thought was to the folder of encryption keys. He staggered to the safe: empty of currency and jewels of course but, thank god, the folder was still there with the incriminating sheets still inside. They expected him to, but how could he possibly remember all those passwords? His laptop: his data files! He rushed naked to his office and thanked god again. The robbers had left it, had taken his Roman bronze of Aphrodite of course but left the laptop with its data files. By now, back at the Base, the two teams, financial and software, were enjoying a celebratory drink before knocking off for the rest of the day. the process of emptying the bank accounts was complete, transferring the contents through a chain of different currencies and internet accounts, as real bandits would, to their final home in Government Treasury holdings. All over the country, in offices, factories, research establishments, universities, military camps startled men and women were being arrested by snatch teams and taken off for interrogation. Eighty four of them! ........................................... Ivan untied his family and the guards, and as husband, wife and daughter sat round the kitchen table shell-shocked he told them what had happened could not be covered up, but that it was the guards who would be blamed by their masters back home, not Ivan himself. The proverbial hit the fan when news reached his masters first of the missing millions, then of the complete collapse of their intelligence network. Wife and daughter drove to the city that same day in one of his Mercedes and applied for asylum. It was granted after a lengthy debriefing by Intelligence. The emeralds the Captain had "forgotten to take", a few odds and ends the raiders had missed, and the Mercedes produced enough to set themselves up as high class whores, and they are still thriving, celebrities even, enjoying the opportunity to choose their partners, and profit from what amuses them most. Ivan was recalled never to be heard of again. The Captain is now a lieutenant Colonel. and Harvey a sergeant: the other raiders are still privates or corporals and often recall the night when they were licensed, ordered even to rape.