Midnight Intruder by Dafney Dewitt

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This was never intended to be a story.  It was 
created as a writing exercise to develop cliff-hanger 
endings.  Will the heroine escape her fate?  Will she 
unravel the mystery?  Who knows?   Who knows?  
Only those who read the continuing episodes in 
alt.sex.stories will ever find out. 

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She sent me an E-Mail asking if there were anymore 
episodes.  This caused me to search my hard disk 
where this writing exercise was rescued from my 
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"You are only young once, but you can stay
stay immature indefinitely."
- Jewish Proverb
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Midnight Intruder   
  By Dafney Dewitt



"Feel my stomach."  Todd offered pulling up his
blue T-shirt to reveal a hard brown midriff.  Jenny
patted the provocative teenager's tummy with her
hand.

"My, my! Your stomach is as hard as a board." she
said while secretly wishing he was hard elsewhere.

If his mother and sister were not sitting just ten feet
away on the front porch swing, she might have made
him hard.  It was so tempting.  A delicious tingle of
lust flowed through her body at the thought.  It would
be easy.

So easy.

Just slip her hand into his jeans and grab his cock,
sink to her knees and suck him into her mouth.  Once
she had him in her mouth, she would control him.  He
would be hers.

All hers.

Her fantasy was interrupted by Todd's twin brother
Tommy.  "Hey, my tummy's harder." he bragged.

The fifteen year old twins, both over six feet tall were
identical in Jenny's eyes.  Identical and perfect.  She
placed her other hand on Tommy's tummy feeling
herself getting wet imagining giving them a blowjob.
If they argued about who was harder, longer, or bigger,
she would put them to the test.  They would fuck her.
She would be the judge and the winner.  If Jenny got
her way, she would make both twins hard.

The twins' sixteen year old sister Cathy mocked them
all by shouting a taunt, "Mines harder, mines bigger,
mines longer!"   Startled by this outburst, Jenny withdrew
her hands from the twin's stomachs as if her fingers had
been burned.  Cathy words cut to the heart of Jenny's
fantasy.  She felt her head grow hot with a blush of shame.
Why had Cathy said that hers was longer?  It was almost
as if she could read Jenny's mind.  Did Cathy suspect her
of trying to seduce the twins?  Perhaps.  Was she jealous?
Maybe.  Jenny was a stranger in a strange land.  Anything 
was possible.

Cathy persisted in her taunts.  Holding her hands on
her hips she mocked the twins.

"Mine's harder and better then yours!"

Heading off a fight, their mother, Diane intervened.
"That's enough Cathy.  It's time we all go to bed."
"Aah Mom, do we have to?"  both twins whined.
"Yes, Jenny has had a long trip and needs to rest."
"Well, goodnight Jenny." Cathy said giving her a
quick hug and heading for the front door.
"Night." said the twins following their sister.

Cathy led Jenny upstairs to the guest bedroom.
"Sleep well, see you in the morning."
She gave Jenny a quick hug.

Alone in the upstairs guest bedroom, Jenny Jones was
kept wide awake with her disturbed thoughts.  She
was visiting her married girlfriend, Diane Bradford who
lived 40 miles north of Vancouver, British Columbia.
Jenny had lost contact with Diane for years until she
received an unexpected invitation by mail to visit.
Jenny had not known Diane had sons.  Diane had told
her about the difficult C-Section delivery of her daughter,
Cathy, but totally neglected to mention her twin boys.
The visit was turning out to be full of surprises.

The view from her bedroom window looked like a
picture from a romantic adventure.  A brooding moon
glowed in the night sky partially obscured by small
clouds.  Ghostly moonlight lit up a dark green sea of
forest.  The tree tops undulated in the wind like a series
of unending waves.  It all looked dark and mysterious.

Jenny envied Diane's life.  Her friend, Diane was
married to Peter Bradford, a successful, handsome
real estate salesman.  Jenny had seen his picture.  He
was a small muscular looking man who had custody
of his two equally handsome teenage sons, Todd and
Tommy.  Diane claimed to have a teenage daughter,
Cathy, from her first marriage. Jenny had never been
married. Diane had it all.

To dispel her resentment, Jenny recalled her flirtatious
conversations with the twins, Todd and Tommy.

"I tried to dress for the outdoors" Jenny told Todd
making a half turn in the hallway to show off her
Western style skirt and short sleeved blouse.
"You look good to me." Todd approved, running his
eyes over her body.  Tommy walked closer for a
better look before commenting.
"You could be the centerfold for 'Playboy' magazine."

Jenny blushed.

She had loved the compliment.  In appreciation, she
let her breasts to brush against Tommy's back in the
front hallway as she squeezed past him to the porch.

Recalling the events of the day, aroused Jenny's
libido.  Thinking shamelessly of the bulges in the
tight jeans worn by the twins, Jenny realized she
needed to pee.  She checked her wristwatch.  It
was almost midnight. The bathroom was at the end
of the hall.  The entire family must be fast asleep.
She turned her back on the enchanting scene outside
her open window and headed for the door.  As she
grabbed for the doorknob, Jenny felt a movement
that made her hair stand on end.  She withdrew her
hand from the door as if she had received an electric
shock.  In the faint light of the moon,  her bedroom
door handle was silently turning. Thinking maybe it
was a trick of her imagination, Jenny touched the
doorknob lightly with one finger.  She watched as
her finger rotated off to the left by the force of
whatever was on the other side of the door.

Jenny felt a wave of excitement flow over her.  This
was her midnight fantasy.  One of those hot teenage
studs sneaking into her bedroom to relieve her aching
cunt.  But she resisted the impulse to unlock the door.
It might not be Todd or Tommy.  Why no knock?  Just 
a light rap.  One little whisper and Jenny would have 
flung the door open.  Instead the bedroom was filled 
with silence. It was eerie.  The silence pushed her away 
from the door.  She was afraid.  Jenny decided to hide.

Jenny concealed herself behind some old coats in the
walk-in closet leaving the door open an inch so she
could see who entered her bedroom.   She inhaled
deeply, filling her lungs with a light smell of incense
cedar, waiting for her mystery lover to reveal himself.
The scratchy wool coat she was hiding behind rubbed
against her bare arms giving her a sudden case of
goose bumps.

Hiding in the closet, she entertained the fantasy that
both of the twins might enter her bedroom together.
She could take them both at the same time.  Her heart 
ached with anticipation.  The dark shadow that glided 
into her room dispelled all her fantasies.  A man taller 
then Jenny's husband, Tom, and bulkier then the twins 
floated into the room.  He wore a black ski mask and 
was dressed entirely in black.  Jenny's heart stopped.  
The Intruder reminded her of a Ninja Warrior.  He 
floated silently into the room like a shadow.  He glided 
over to the bed, running his hands lightly over the 
undisturbed bedspread.  He went to the window and 
ran his hands over the bulky drapes as if checking for 
someone hiding behind them.  He spent a long time
looking out the open window.  Then,  he walked over
to the closet.  Jenny froze.  She stopped breathing.
She felt his hand touch the long winter coat that
concealed her and 10 long heart beats later,  she heard
the bedroom door click shut.

Gulping for air, Jenny's heart thumped wildly.  A
hundred different thoughts careened inside her head.
Who was this stranger?  Where did he come from?
Was the rest of the family OK?  Should she yell out
a warning?  Jenny trembled with fear.  She tried to
slow her runaway heart by taking deep breaths, and
thinking her way out of this problem.  She was at her
friend Diane's house north of Vancouver, British
Columbia.  This was Canada, not even the United
States.  This was not the time or place to be a hero.
She did not even know if they had 911 Emergency
dialing for the police.  Carefully, she picked up the
telephone by her bed and dialed 911.

Nothing.
There was nothing.
No buzz.
No ring.
Not even a dial tone.

The Intruder must have cut the telephone wires.  Jenny 
was isolated.  Her link to the outside world had been 
severed.  No one could help her.


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Midnight Intruder -  Part #2 of 15
  By Dafney Dewitt
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Jenny was isolated, but not alone.  Diane and her 
husband Peter's bedroom was just to the left of the 
guest bedroom.  Jenny tiptoed silently to bedroom 
door.  She could creep down the hallway, and warn 
the rest of the family.  She needed to sound an alert.  
Before reaching the door, Jenny began having doubts.  
Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her. Maybe 
she never saw anyone. The Intruder had floated in and 
out of her bedroom like a ghost without leaving a trace.  
It had been like watching a shadow not a man.  She bit 
her lower lip to make sure she was not dreaming.

Jenny grabbed the doorknob, put pressure on the handle, 
and turned.  It was locked.  Not locked from the inside, 
but locked from the outside.  Her doubts were gone.  
This was really happening.  The nightmare was beginning.

Jenny whirled away from the door in a panic.  What
should she do?  What could she do?

She walked over to the wall separating her from
Diane's bedroom.  If she tapped on the wall, she
could wake up Diane.  She raised her hand to
knock on the wall when she heard the first moan.

"Aaah!"

At first Jenny thought Diane was moaning in her
sleep, or having a nightmare, but gradually the
sounds increased in volume until there was no
mistaking the cause. There were sounds of sex.
Sexual sounds.  Jenny listened in stunned silence
as Diane's muffled voice filled the room.

"Aah, do it."
"Give it to me."
"That's it."
"Fuck me.
"Please, fuck me harder,"  Diane moaned.

Jenny could not believe what she was hearing.  She
was scared to death while Diane and her husband,
Peter, were next door screwing.  It was an bizarre.
She was locked in her bedroom, needing to pee,
while her girl friend was fucking her brains out with
her husband.  Should she interrupt them?

The lewd sounds of the groans left no doubts in
Jenny's mind that Diane was really getting off.  With
a knowing smirk, Jenny abruptly discarded the idea
that great sex tapers off for married couples with kids.
When she pressed her back against the wall next to 
their bed, Jenny could actually feel the erotic thumping 
vibrations from their impassioned love making, as she 
listened spellbound by the intensity of the intimate pleas
for more.

"Ooh, give it to me."
"Give it all to me."
"Fuck me harder."

Pressing the palms of her hands against the wall to
feel the vibrations, Jenny's fingers ran across a metal
grate.  The wall heating vent emitted the sounds of
love making.  Jenny moved closer to the vent.  No
wonder the sounds were so clear.  She put her ear
next to the vent and could hear the wet sucking
sounds of a cock plunging into Diane's pussy.  She
decided to wait.  This could not last much longer.
As soon as they finished making love, she would
pound on the wall.  The situation was embarrassing
enough.  Jenny was not going to be guilty of causing
'coitus interruptus'.

Encouraged by the licentious moans, Jenny found
her hands wandering between her legs, fingering
herself.  She wanted it to be her.  She wanted to be
the one getting fucked.  The wet sucking sounds of
Peter's dick slamming into his wife encouraged Jenny's
fingers.  Her experienced fingertips pressed into her
pussy, massaging, teasing, flicking herself until she
climaxed.

As Jenny's pounding pulse slowed, from her sudden
orgasm, she felt embarrassment flood her body.  Instead 
of getting off, she should be alerting the family.  Resorting 
to masturbation was embarrassing, but Diane's love making 
had gone beyond all limits of good taste. The moans and 
sexual pleadings had exceeded all limits of decency. It was
loud.  It was loud enough for the twin boys or their daughter 
to overhear.  Jenny was no prude, but this was truly outrageous.  
Maybe she did not know her girlfriend, Diane, as well as she 
thought.  Did she still know Diane?  Jenny was beginning to 
have her doubts.

Interrupting their love making session would be
embarrassing, but Diane had embarrassed Jenny with
her loud lewd sex.  Turnabout was fair play.  Jenny
was not going to sit with her back against the wall 
all night and do nothing.

Gathering her courage, Jenny knocked lightly on the
wall, but her noise just blended in with the thumping
sounds next door.  She pressed her face toward the
heating vent.

"Diane"  she whispered.
 No answer.
"Diane!  It's me, Jenny" she said in a normal voice.
This time the movement stopped.  Instead of getting
an answer.  There was silence.

Absolute silence.

This scared Jenny more then anything else that had
happened.  "Diane, answer me!" she said even louder.
She heard a muffled sound, but no voices.  They
were there, but not talking.  This was weird.  Really
weird.  A cold chill ran down her spine.

Suddenly, Jenny no longer felt safe in her bedroom.
She rushed toward the door, but twisted in her tracks
remembering it was locked.  Locked from the outside.
There was no exit. She could not escape.  She turned
away from the door and stared blankly at the window.
The window could be a way out.  Jenny ran to the
window.  She looked down.  The bedroom was on
the second floor and it was a good  27 foot drop to
a concrete pad below with nothing she could grab
to climb down.

Jenny heard the sharp click of a key turning in her
door.  Blindly, without thinking, she sat down on
the window ledge.  With both hands she grabbed
the ledge and lowered her feet outside until she was
hanging.  With her whole body extended it was only
a 21 foot drop.  Maybe, she could do it.  Hanging
from the window ledge, Jenny forced herself to
admit the truth.

It was too far.
Too far to fall.
She was scared.
She was going to break a leg or worse.



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Midnight Intruder -  Part #3 of 15
  By Dafney Dewitt
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Desperately, Jenny struggled to drag herself back
inside.  Her arms were heavy.  She managed to pull
her right elbow up over the ledge.  Her hopes rose.
But when she tried to drag her left elbow up, her
muscles failed.  She slipped.  Her fingers desperately
clawed for a grip on the window ledge.  Gravity
tugged at her legs.  It took all her energy to just hang
on without falling.  She needed to diet.  She was just
too heavy.  Her heart pounded as her fingers slipped.
Her fingers could not hold her.  Jenny gave up.  She
was going to fall.  With all hope gone, she gathered 
her courage, in a last gasp of desperation, she yelled
out.

"Help!"
Jenny started to fall.

Her screams were cut short by a strong pair of male
hands grabbing her wrists. 

"Thank God!" she yelled.

Her heart thumped wildly.  Diane's husband had
saved her.  All that fucking had not sapped Peter's
strength. Could he pull her back inside?  For a full
minute nothing happened.  She hung outside the
window held by the strong warm hands.  Looking
down at the concrete pad below her dangling feet,
Jenny was certain the fall would have broken her
legs.

"Can you hold me Peter?"
No answer.

Jenny felt stupid.  Look at all the trouble she had
caused.  What kind of a guest was she?

"Peter, please, please try to pull me inside."

Closing her eyes tightly, not wanting to see what
happened if she fell, Jenny waited for her fate.
Gradually, the hands pulled her back through the
window.  She collapsed on the floor.  Jenny had
never felt so relieved.  When her eyes blinked open
in relief, all she could see were Peter's bare feet. 
He was naked. She averted her eyes.  Embarrassed 
to have caused so much trouble, ashamed that Peter 
rushed to save her life without getting dressed.  She 
was thankful.  She was glad he had not waited to 
dress before rescuing her.  Any delay and she would 
have fallen, her body smashing into the hard concrete 
pad twenty feet below.  Thankful to be alive, Jenny 
made a silent vow forgiving Peter and Diane for their 
loud love making session.  It was just jealousy.  She 
should not have even been listening.  Peter towered 
over her.  She was safe.  Jenny pressed her face 
against the carpet.  She cried with tears of relief.  
Her tears fell just inches away from Peter's naked feet.

Safe.

She felt a wave of relief.
A minute later, Jenny screamed.



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Midnight Intruder -  Part #4 of 15
  By Dafney Dewitt
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The man who had dragged Jenny back into the house
was not Peter.  It was the Intruder.  He was taller then 
Peter and had dense body hair.

"Noooo!  Help me!"

The Intruder grabbed a handful of Jenny's hair, and
pushed her face into the carpet.  He answered her
cry for help with a threat.

"Scream, and I'll throw you out the window."

Scrambling to get to her feet,  Jenny felt her knees
buckle with fear.  Her scream had been loud enough 
to wake up the entire house.  Any minute she expected
Peter or the twins to come bursting through the door.
Safety was just minutes away.  Stalling for time, Jenny 
confronted the Intruder .

"What do you want?"
"Lay down on the bed"
Jenny laid down.
He bound her hands and feet together with orange
duct tape,

Jenny expected to be raped.
But his hands were gentle.
Too gentle.
"Where do you like to be touched?
He ran a finger lightly over the top of her blouse
making a circle around her breasts.  The stranger
was calm.  He did not seem concerned about Jenny's
scream alerting others in the house.

"Please don't hurt me."  Jenny begged.
"Do you like fucking?"
"No."

He poked his fingers into her groin making a
depression in her skirt.

"Oh, really?"

He slid his hand down her legs grabbing the bottom
of her skirt, and slowly pulled it up above her thighs.

"Please don't."
He stopped.
His hands withdrew.
"Tell me what you like?"
Jenny remained silent.
His fingers pinched her left nipple.
"I didn't hear you?"
"You're hurting me!"
"Am I?"
"Please stop."
"Answer the question."
"What?"
"What turns you on?"
He teased her with his hands and words.

He forced her to talk.  Under the threat of his probing 
fingers, Jenny talked.   At first, Jenny tried lying.  Then, 
she tried telling him what she thought he wanted to hear.  
She tried talking sexy, but he cut her off with quick pinches 
to her nipples or finger pokes to her panties.

"Tell me the truth," he insisted.

Jenny was frightened, helplessly bound hand and
foot with orange duct tape.  She told him the truth.
She did it to keep his fingers from touching her.
She did it out of fear.  She did it because there was
no time to invent a story.  She was helpless, at the
mercy of her tormentor, and it was no time for lies.
Jenny's hope for rescue faded with each question.

She told him how she envied Diane and her family.
She told him how she wished she were married and
had a family.  She even told him about her lust for
young boys.  She hid nothing.  His questions were
relentless.  Whenever he sensed she was lying, his
hands touched her.  To keep the hands away, Jenny
talked and talked.  After a while, his questions were
not needed.  Jenny made a full sexual confession of
her entire life.  He seemed satisfied.  His hands left
her in peace.  Only the sound of her voice filled the
room.  She talked like a woman obsessed.  Jenny
was afraid.  She was afraid of what would happen
when she stopped talking.  What would the Intruder
do when she stopped talking?

"Tell me what turns you on," he whispered.
She told him.
"Where do you like to be touched?"
She told him.

"I like younger men."
"To do what?"
"I like more then one at a time."
"At the same time?"
"Yes."
She was wet.
He knew.
"You mean teenagers or young men?"
"Young men."
"That's not true."
"How do you know?"
"I watched you earlier."
"Where?"
"I watched you with binoculars from the forest
while you were on the front porch."
"Oh."
"Kids turn you on don't they?"
He twisted her left nipple until she answered.
"Yes, God yes, please stop."
His fingers released the twisted knob of flesh.
"You're wet just thinking about kids aren't you?"
She was wet.
She was very wet.
"If I pushed my fingers into your pussy would they
come out wet?"
"Yes, yes.  I'm wet."
He forced a finger into her mouth.
"Suck it!"
She sucked on his finger.
He pushed it in and out of her mouth.
"Use your tongue."
She swirled her tongue around his finger.
"I can stick this finger into your pussy."
He withdrew his finger from her mouth.
"Would you like to taste your own pussy juice?"
"No."
She looked into the black hypnotic eyes of her
tormentor.  She watched him move his finger down
her body between her legs.  Her mind filled with
sudden doubt.
"Yes, I mean yes."
She said it before his fingers touched her.  He smiled 
condescendingly taping his wet finger on the tip of her 
nose.
"Is that a yes or no?"

Jenny remained silent, confused that no one had
come to her rescue.  It was hopeless.  In defeat,
something broke inside her.  She gave up.

"Yes!  No!  Whatever you want."
"OK."  He gave her an evil smile.

Like magic, a knife appeared in his hands.  He 
held it in front of her face.  Jenny was terrified.  She 
never should have agreed to whatever the Intruder 
wanted.  This was the end.  She closed her eyes, 
shutting out the image of the cold glinting knife blade 
floating in front of her face. Was he going to kill her?  
With her hands and feet bound, she prayed as the knife 
descended.



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Midnight Intruder -  Part #5 of 15
  By Dafney Dewitt
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Waiting for the sting of the knife, Jenny cursed herself
for agreeing to do whatever the Intruder wanted.  But 
when the Intruder used the knife to cut the duct tape 
binding her hand and legs, she congratulated herself.  
He was setting her free.  She had said the right thing.

"Follow me."
Jenny stood up
"Don't do anything stupid," the Intruder warned.

Jenny nodded her head in agreement, too scared
to speak.  He took Jenny downstairs to the TV 
Room.  He forced her to sit in a chair and bound 
her hands and feet with duct tape.  The Intruder 
turned on the television set, inserted a videotape, 
and left the room with some strange advice.

"Watch it for the surprise ending."

 Jenny watched.

At first she was not certain what she was watching.
It looked like a home video of her friend Diane.
Diane was sitting on her bed wearing a baby doll
nightgown.  She placed a hand over her mouth for
a yawn, and stretched her arms above her head.  It
was a pantomime.  A silent movie showing Diane
preparing to go to bed.  The camcorder zoomed in
on her face.  She was beautiful.  Her eyes were big.
Huge eyes.  Her hair was all brushed out.  Her make
up was all washed off.  She looked innocent. The
camera zoomed out.  Diane was laying down.  Her
legs were tied spread-eagled to the bed.  The view
changed back to a close up of Diane's face.  Now
Jenny understood.  Diane's eyes were wide with fear.
She was frightened.  She was waiting.  She was
waiting to be raped.

Jenny closed her eyes.  She did not have to watch
this pornography.  This was wrong.  This was evil.
Then the sounds started.  Jenny had heard these
sounds before.  She opened her eyes.  Diane was
laying in bed wearing a blue baby doll nightgown.
Her nightgown was raised above her hips exposing
her smooth flat belly.  At times the video dipped
between her legs for a close up view of her hairy
cunt.  But most of the time, only her body from
the waist up was visible.  She was struggling against
the duct tape binding her spread-eagled to the bed.
Jenny closed her eyes again. The images played on.
She was repulsed and attracted by the videotape.
She needed to be a witness.  She needed to know
what had happened.  She forced herself to watch.

"Ooh, please fuck me."  Diane moaned.
"Put your cock into my cunt."

The Intruder was naked.  He bent over Diane and
whispered suggestions into her ear.  His hands
probed Diane's body prodding her whenever she
fell silent.  Diane was forced to say the filthy words.
She was forced to beg her rapist for sex.

Jenny closed her eyes.  She was repulsed.  But she
could not avoid the sounds.   She had the feeling that
she had seen this pornographic tape before.  It
irritated her.  She was certain she had never seen
this video before.  She was absolutely certain.  Yet,
she could not shake that feeling of  'deja vu'.  The
Intruder would not know if she kept her eyes closed.
He wanted her to watch.  He wanted her to witness
the rape and degradation of her girlfriend.  Was it to
scare her?  Why did he want her to watch?   Jenny
tried to keep her eyes shut.  She wanted to ignore
the rape scene unfolding before her.  Jenny had viewed 
triple X-rated videotapes before. The Intruder had been 
wrong.   For Jenny, there would not be any surprise 
ending.  She did not need to watch.

Without warning, a perverse desire enveloped Jenny.
She wanted to watch.  Diane's life was no longer
perfect.  She was down.  She was helpless.  She was
being abused.  Jenny had been waiting for this moment
all her life.

The tape was bad.
But it got worse.
Much worse.

The Intruder had been fucking Diane.  With long
slow strokes he pushed into her and withdrew.
Finally, he withdrew his wet cock and pushed it
into Diane's mouth.  She was forced to suck him.
He started spurting into her mouth when Jenny
heard her own voice.

"Diane!  It's me, Jenny"

The Intruder hesitated and wiped his cum drenched
cock off on Diane's face.  After a brief moment of
silence, Jenny heard herself shout again.

"Diane!  Answer me!"

The Intruder put his left hand over Diane's cum
smeared face.  With his right hand he raised an
index finger vertically over his lips in a gesture of
silence.  He tore off several pieces of orange duct
tape and slapped them over Diane's mouth giving
her no choice except to swallow his cum.   The
videotape flickered off.

The truth hit Jenny like a hard punch in the stomach.
While her best friend Diane was being raped, Jenny
had been sitting on the floor masturbating.  Diane and 
her husband, Peter, had not been making passionate 
love.  It had been a rape.  While she was masturbating, 
Jenny had imagined Peter and Diane in bed, under the 
covers, in the dark.  Instead, Diane had a spotlight on 
her.  She was being raped by a stranger.  It was all on 
videotape.  Jenny was devastated.

The pornographic rape tape had seriously disturbed
Jenny in ways that she had never imagined as possible.
She was both attracted and repulsed by the images
she had seen.  Diane had seemed so vulnerable and
so beautiful.  She had struggled, but not violently.
It almost looked as if she were a bad actress trying
to pretend to be afraid.  Jenny found that the rape
video had excited her.  She was wet.

Her arousal and shock were complicated by unanswered
questions.  Where was Diane's husband?  Other disturbing
thoughts crowded her mind.  Jenny had noticed how the 
video image had changed positions and zoomed in while 
the Intruder was fucking Diane.  Did that mean there were 
two rapists?  This bothered Jenny, but there was another 
more vexing problem with the rape video that she could 
not quite pinpoint.

Jenny's mind was in turmoil as the TV screen went blank.  
The tape had ended.  The house was silent.  Maybe the 
Intruder had fled.  Where was he?  Was he gone?  She 
considered yelling.  Her mouth was not gagged, but if the 
Intruder was still in the house, it might go badly.  She was 
still bound hand and foot.  He had a knife.  Jenny started 
struggling to free herself from the duct tape.  With her 
teeth she pulled at the duct tape binding her hands.  Her
hands were almost free when she heard a warning shout. 

"Stop!"


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Copyright 1996, by the author.  
Midnight Intruder -  Part #6 of 15
  By Dafney Dewitt
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The Intruder was behind her.  Had he been there all
the time?  Had he silently been watching?  Jenny did 
not think so.  His return was so silent.  She held her 
breath, waiting.

"I'll remove the duct tape,"  offered the Intruder,
"but first I have a proposal."

"What?" asked Jenny.
"I want to tape you masturbating."
"Do I have a choice?"
"Yes.  I want your cooperation."
"What do I get in return?"
"You can have the twins."

A thrill of expectation rushed through Jenny, but was 
quickly extinguished.

"You're playing with me."
"I always keep my word."
"I don't trust you."
"You get one twin before the tape, and one after."

Jenny wanted the twins.  She also wanted to keep
the Intruder happy.  If she turned him down, would
she be raped like Diane?  Which was worse?  She
decided it was better to remain in control, make the
deal.  It was a deal with the devil.

"OK, I'll do it."
"Don't worry, you'll like it."

The Intruder led Jenny into the kitchen
"Stand here at the sink."
"What do I do?"
"Wait for one of the twins."
"What do I say?"
"Tell him you needed a drink of water."

He left the room.  Jenny was alone.  She could
make a dash for the door.  She could escape,
but she did not have her car keys with her.
They were in her purse upstairs.  The house
was located in an isolated forest.  It was more
then 40 miles to the nearest city.  If she waited,
she could have one of the twins.  She was
nervous.  She kept telling herself to run.  Just
run out the door and hide, but her feet remained
frozen to the floor.  While she was debating with
herself, one of the twins walked into the kitchen.
He was wearing red pajamas.  Jenny had no idea
if it was Todd or Tommy.  She took a guess.

"Hi Todd, I couldn't sleep."
"I'm Tommy."

He walked over to the sink and stood next to her.

"I'm sorry.  I get you two mixed up."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm getting a drink of water."

Jenny turned on the faucet and filled her glass.

"Did you hear my Mom and Dad?"
"What do you mean?" Jenny said nervously gulping
water.
"You know.  Did you hear them getting it on?"

Jenny sputtered.  She almost choked on the water.
Tommy didn't know his mother had been raped.
Putting the glass down, she coughed several times
to clear her airway before answering.

"Aah, no, I didn't hear anything," Jenny lied.
"You're a liar."
"Don't call me a liar," Jenny countered.
"Kids can tell when grownups lie."
"But I really did want some water," Jenny insisted,
evading the issue.
"So why didn't you get it in the upstairs bathroom?"

Suddenly, Jenny realized Tommy was right.  She should 
have gone to the upstairs bathroom.  But the Intruder had 
interfered.  Before trying to jump out her bedroom window, 
Jenny had needed to go the bathroom but the Intruder had 
tied her up.  The sensation hit her without warning.  Her 
bladder was bursting.  She needed to pee.
.
"I've gotta go to the bathroom,"  Jenny blurted out in a rush,
heading for the stairway.  As she ran to leave, Tommy grabbed
her hand swinging her in the other direction.

"Wait!  There's a downstairs bathroom that's closer."

He pulled her in the opposite direction toward a
bathroom next to the kitchen.  Tommy opened the
door and Jenny rushed toward the toilet.  She was
sitting down with her panties around her knees
before looking up.  Tommy was inside the bathroom
watching her.  A brief trickle of water escaped from
Jenny.  He was staring at her.  She tried to stop it, 
but the trickle turned into a hot stream splashing into
the toilet.

"Tommy, you shouldn't be here."
"I know."

He walked closer.  Jenny looked around for the
toilet paper.  The roll was empty.

"Aah, do you have any more toilet paper?"

Tommy looked in the cupboard beneath the sink.
He opened a new roll of toilet paper, tore off some
squares, and politely offered them to Jenny.  Instead
of accepting the toilet paper, Jenny grabbed him by
the wrist.  She pulled him toward her.

"Come here, Tommy.  You do it."

Tommy was forced to kneel in front of the toilet as
she pulled his hand between her legs.  With his hand
between her thighs, she forced him to wipe her.

"I think you're dry now." said Tommy dropping the
damp toilet paper, and trying to remove his hand.

"Oh, No, Tommy, I'm still wet.  See?"

Jenny took Tommy's fingers and pushed them inside
of her.

"Can you feel how wet I am?"
"You're hot," Tommy answered.
"Can you feel me?"
"Oh, yes.  Yes, Ms Jones."

Jenny realized Tommy was scared.  He was so scared,
he had reverted to calling her by her last name. She
smiled, and let go of his hand, but he kept his fingers
inside her.  He was scared, but irresistibly attracted.
While Tommy's fingers explored her hot wet pussy, 
Jenny considered her other problem.  She moved her 
lips close to Tommy's ear and whispered.

"You can have me Tommy.  You can push your hard
young cock into my hot wet pussy.  You can fuck me 
but, first you have to help me.  Will you?"

"Oh, yes."  Tommy said distracted by the wonderful
squishy wet feeling of his fingers exploring her silky
smooth pussy.  He was in a trance.  He was willing to
do anything.

"OK, Tommy this is what I want you to do."  Jenny
whispered her instructions into his ear.

Returning to the guest bedroom upstairs,  Jenny Jones
quickly removed her clothes and changed into a pink
nightgown.  She double checked her bedroom door
to make certain it was unlocked and slipped under
the covers.  The clean cool sheets felt good against
her body.  It had been a tension filled night.  She
almost fell asleep.  Then she began to have doubts.
The Intruder had promised.  She had made a deal.
But Jenny was still uncertain.  When her bedroom 
door swung open who would it be, the Intruder or 
Tommy?

The bedroom door opened, but Jenny closed her eyes.  
She would know soon enough.   The uncertainty aroused 
her.  Would it be her young lover or the Intruder rapist?
She waited in the dark.

Jenny felt a slight tug at the bed covers.  Then she heard 
the words.  The words she wanted to hear.

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Midnight Intruder -  Part #7 of 15
  By Dafney Dewitt

"You are only young once, but you can stay
stay immature indefinitely."
- Jewish Proverb
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"Mommy,  I had a bad dream."

Jenny smiled.  She opened her eyes and saw Tommy, 
in his red pajamas, standing next to her bed.  He was
holding a glass of milk and a plate of cookies.  Jenny
was puzzled.  Why did he bring the milk and cookies?
Maybe it was just Tommy's way of adding innocence 
to the seduction.  Cookies, milk, and Mommy.  Jenny 
was charmed.   

"Oh, poor baby.  Set the milk and cookies down."
"I brought them for you."
Tommy set them down on the nightstand.
"Are you having problems sleeping?"
"Yes.  Can I sleep with you, Mommy?"
"Only if you're good."
"I'll be good Mommy.  I'll do whatever you say."

Tommy slipped underneath the covers next to Jenny.  
This was her incestuous fantasy, seducing her own 
own horny son.  She got aroused at the thought of 
his growing erection.  She would tempt him with
the forbidden pleasures of allowing him to touch her.
In return, she would enjoy the hardness of his young 
teenage cock ramming into her pussy.  

"Come to Mommy," Jenny said placing his hands on her 
breasts.

Tommy rubbed her breasts through the silky nightgown.
He squeezed them briefly, and stopped.

"Keep going," Jenny encouraged him.
"No."
"Don't you like Mommy's breasts?"
"Yes."

Jenny was frustrated.  Tommy was not cooperating.
She refused to beg.  If Tommy did not start taking the
initiative, this was going to be a big turn off for her.  
It was worse then insulting to think that she finally had 
a hot teenage stud in her bed, but he was turning out 
to be a reluctant lover.  She needed to excite him.

"What do you want to do?"
"I want to blow you Mommy."

Without waiting for Jenny to consent, Tommy tore the 
covers off the bed, and moved down between her legs.  
He slid his hands up beneath her nightgown and pushed 
her legs to the sides of the bed.

"Spread your legs Mommy," Tommy told her.

Jennny spread her legs.
"Farther," Tommy ordered

She moved her legs farther apart, and Tommy moved 
his head between her parted thighs.  She waited.  After
a while Jenny felt Tommy's hot breath on her pussy.  It
was different.  No man had ever done this to her before,
but it would not satisfy the ache in her loins.  Tommy 
was totally inexperienced.  He had no idea what he was 
doing.  Jenny was about to explain to him that it was 
women who gave blow jobs to men.  His breath was
tickling her.  It was irritating to have him so close without
touching.  She was ready to tell him to stop, but ended 
up shouting just the opposite.

"My God!  Keep doing it!"

It felt like a small electric shock.  Totally unexpected and
without warning, Tommy's tongue had darted out and 
licked the tip of her clit.  Just two quick licks.  It only took
an instant, but they were right on target.  Jenny was certain 
it was accidental, one of those rare sexual moments when 
a lover stumbles directly into the love vault without any 
fumbling over the combination.  Jenny's body tensed with
shock over the unexpected flash of pleasure.  She tried to 
savor the moment knowing it would never be repeated, 
but Tommy proved her wrong.

In a series of lightning fast licks, Tommy scoured her love
button with a delightful barrage of sensations.  Jenny gasped.

"My God!  Yes, yes, just keep doing that!"

Tommy stopped to answer her.

"Is this what you like Mommy?"
Jenny pushed his head back between her thighs.

"Yes.  Keep licking Mommy's clit."

Tommy's magical tongue returned to its work.  Jenny did not
have to guide him.  He seemed to know exactly where to find
her.   Wave after wave of delicious sensation rippled over her
body.  At this rate, Jenny would be climaxing within minutes.
Suddenly, Tommy's tongue stopped.

"It's cookie time, Mommy."

Tommy got out of bed and offered the milk and cookies
to his mother.  Flushed with excitement, Jenny pushed them
away.  Her only hunger was sexual.

"No, Tommy not now.  Mommy needs you."
"Drink your milk or no more Tommy,"  he threatened.

The bastard!  What kind of a game was he playing?  
How could this teenage fuck stud leave her on the edge 
of climaxing and threaten to leave if she failed to drink 
her milk?

Tommy pushed the milk and cookies toward her again.
Jenny grabbed a cookie, took a quick bite, and washed
it down with a big gulp of milk without even bothering to 
chew.

"Is that better?"  Jenny asked catching her breath.
"More milk," said Tommy.
Jenny took two more large gulps of milk almost emptying 
the glass.

"Good Mommy," said Tommy taking the glass from her 
and touching the cold bottom of the glass to her nipples.
Jenny's nipples perked up beneath her nightgown.

"Everything goes better with milk," said Tommy laying 
the glass down.

Tommy bent over and sucked on his mother's tits.  His 
saliva soaked Jenny's nightgown until it was transparent,  
revealing her hard brown nipples.  Tommy abandoned 
the perky nipples and returned to the magic spot between 
her legs.  The sensations were even better then before until 
the room started spinning.  At first, Jenny mistook the vertigo 
for some new sexual delight.  Her blood pounded to her 
head from the unrelenting pleasures Tommy was inflicting 
between her legs.  She felt a warm fuzzy wave envelope her 
body.  It felt like she had slipped into a warm bath.  When 
her vision blurred, Jenny closed her eyes.  She opened them 
again blinking hard to focus but the bright lights forced her to 
squint.  She could see four shadows flitting back and forth 
beyond the blazing lights.  Anger blazed through Jenny's mind. 
She was being videotaped.  Jenny wanted to escape.  But a 
strange lethargy gripped her body.  Her privacy had been 
invaded.  She was being filmed, but she did not care.  All 
Jenny wanted to do was sleep.  Her last thoughts before 
passing out were that she had been drugged.  Tommy had  
drugged her milk.

When Jenny revived, she felt numb and weak.
She moaned, "Oh, my aching head."

Why had Tommy drugged her?  Her head pounded.  She 
resisted opening her eyes.  The lights when she passed out 
had been so bright.   She had a raging headache.  When she 
did open her eyes, the room was dark.  Her eyes would not 
focus.  The room was empty.  She was alone.

Moving her hands down between her legs, Jenny checked
herself.  She was soaking wet.  The sheets were wet.  Had
she been raped?

Managing to sit up, Jenny looked down on the bed between
her legs.  She wondered why the sheets were so dark.  Why
was everything so wet?  Grabbing the bedsheet, Jenny found
the answer.  It was soaked in dark red blood.

Blood.

Had she been cut?  
Was she dying?  


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Midnight Intruder -  Part #8 of 15
  By Dafney Dewitt

"You are only young once, but you can stay
stay immature indefinitely."
- Jewish Proverb
_______________________________________

Frantically, Jenny ran her hands over her body.  Her hands
gingerly touched her belly, between her legs, and underneath
her back.  She found no injury.  She felt no pain, and she was 
certain that she was not hemorrhaging.  With relief, Jenny 
realized the blood must not be hers.  It must be Tommy's blood.

Tommy.

Where was Tommy?  Swaying on unsteady feet, Jenny stood 
beside the bed before walking toward the door.  She had to 
find out what had happened to Tommy.  Her bare feet stepped 
onto a cold metal blade.  Looking down, Jenny saw a butcher 
knife laying in a pool of blood.  She bent down.  She needed a 
weapon.  She needed to defend herself, but she stopped short 
of picking up the knife.  This might be a murder weapon.  If it 
had been used to kill Tommy, the killer's fingerprints would 
be on it.  If she picked up the knife, the police would find her 
fingerprints.  Jenny could not bring herself to pick up the knife.  
The thought that this knife had been used to kill Tommy repulsed 
Jenny.  She shuddered with revulsion.

There was so much blood.  Jenny felt her nightgown clinging
to her stomach and legs.  It was saturated.  It was cold, wet 
and heavy with blood.  

Human blood.

Jenny's mind snapped under the stress.  Hysterical with fear,
she was seized by an overwhelming desire to clean herself.  
She felt dirty.  Her mind blanked out momentarily.  When she 
regained her senses, Jenny found herself in the upstairs bath
room taking a shower.  The hot needles of clean water sprayed 
over her naked body washing away the foul blood.  She wanted 
to stay in the shower forever.  She felt like she would never be 
clean.  Safe within her cone of hot water, Jenny never wanted
to leave until she heard the knocking.

It was an odd tapping sound on the floor outside the bathroom.  
Feeling naked and vulnerable, Jenny quietly shut off the shower.
She dried herself, and wrapped one towel around her head and 
the other around her body.  Cautiously, she opened the bathroom 
door.  The knocking had stopped.  She stepped out into the hallway.  

Jenny saw the Intruder's shadow at opposite end of hallway. 
He was walking away from her, holding a long handled ax by the 
head and tapping the handle on the floor like a blind man.  His back 
was to her.  If he turned around, there was no way Jenny could run 
to her bedroom before he caught her.

When the Intruder was almost to the end of the hallway, he suddenly
turned around.  He glared at Jenny.  In a smooth muscular circle, he 
swung the ax above his head.  Naked except for her two bath towels, 
Jenny was petrified with fear.  If she ran back to the bathroom, she 
would be trapped.  Running to her own bedroom would mean running
straight toward the Intruder.  Either way, she would be left alone to face
the wrath of this insane rapist-murderer.  It was too risky.  She needed 
help.  Jenny turned and fled into the twin's bedroom.  She slammed the 
door with a bang that sounded like a gun shot, and locked it..

Todd jumped out of his bed at the sound of the noise. 

"Well, you look like you're in a hurry."  he commented 
as his eyes roamed over the towels loosely draped around 
Jenny's curvaceous body.

"I am in a hurry," cried Jenny breathlessly.

Todd grabbed for the towel wrapped around Jenny's
luscious breasts and tried pulling it off.  She tugged back 
hitting him over the head with her free hand.

"You idiot!  Our lives our in danger."
"No problem.  I have condoms for safe sex."

Jenny slapped Todd's face with both her hands allowing the
towel to fall.  Todd stared transfixed by the sight of her full
pink breasts while she tried to beat the lust out of his eyes.

"There's a ax-crazed murderer in the house about to
break down the . . ."  Jenny's explanation was drowned
out by a loud crash of the ax smashing against the door.

Before the crashing noise had faded, Todd jumped out of 
bed, and sprang into action.  He dragged a long coiled rope 
out of his closet.  He looped one end of the rope around 
the leg of his bed and threw the rest of the coiled rope into a 
short wooden box built into the floor near the corner of the 
room.  

Jenny looked at Todd in disgust.

"You idiot!" she screamed, "You'll never trip him with that rope."  
Her voice was drowned out by the crash of the ax splintering 
through the door.  The head of the ax burst through the middle 
of the door.  Jenny stared in horror as the blade of the ax head, 
stuck tight,  and began moving back and forth as the Intruder 
struggled to work it free for another blow.  She turned back to 
Todd with her face full of fear and anger, but he had disappeared.

For a second, Jenny thought it was magic.  One minute Todd 
had been standing next to her, and in the next instant he vanished.  
It was hopeless.  She was trapped in an insane house of magic 
and murder.  She heard Todd's voice calling out to her, but she
could not see him.  His voice sounded distant, hollow, and ghostly.  
Her eyes scanned the room for the source of his voice.  The search
was unsuccessful.  Todd was gone.

"Down here!" boomed Todd's hollow voice.
Jenny looked down at the box where Todd had thrown the rope.  
She lifted the lid.  It looked like a black bottomless pit.

"Look down," said Todd from below.
Jenny looked into the black bottomless pit.
"It's a laundry chute to the basement," boomed Todd's voice.
"The opening is too small," said Jenny, her voice filled with despair. 
"You have to try!" shouted Todd.

Jenny lowered her feet into the box until she was hanging from her
armpits when the door splintered open from the relentless pounding
of the ax.  Letting go of the edges of the box, she grabbed the rope 
with both hands.  Her head disappeared just as the Intruder entered 
the room swinging the ax like a baseball bat.  

At first, Jenny felt safe inside the chute.  Gravity pulled her toward
the safety of the basement.  She went straight down for 15 feet until
the chute sloped off at a 40 degree horizontal slant and then another
straight drop.  All she had to do was follow the rope down.  Down
to Todd and safety.  But her arms began to ache, and the absolute 
pitch black darkness made her feel claustrophobic.  The rope seemed 
endless. The chute seemed to be getting smaller.   It was a faceless 
black well with no clues as to how fast she was descending.  She lost 
her sense of orientation.  She could no longer tell if she was going up 
or down.  Something was wrong. 

Todd's shout saved her.

"Jump!  Let go of the rope!"
Jenny continued to lower herself down the rope, but she was moving up.
"The Intruder is pulling the rope up!"  Todd yelled.

Jenny felt herself being dragged upward even as she lowered herself 
down.  At best, she was managing to stand still.  Then the rope ran 
out.  Her hands hit the knotted end, but her feet were still dangling in 
space.  She felt herself being pulled up slowly inch by inch toward the
Intruder.  If she continued hanging on, the Intruder would drag her back 
to the 2nd floor.  Jenny was afraid of falling.  If she clung to the rope
she would be killed, but she was afraid to let go.


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Midnight Intruder -  Part #9 of 15
  By Dafney Dewitt


"Jump"!"  shouted Todd  "I can see your feet."

With a prayer on her lips, Jenny let go of the rope and plunged 
blindly toward the basement floor.  To her surprise, the landing 
was much faster and softer then she expected.  She landed on
top of 4 old mattresses stacked up on the floor beneath the laundry 
chute.  

Todd embraced her.  She hugged and kissed him in a flood of relief.
Jenny expressed her gratitude with open arms and trembling lips.
She was safe.  The basement was pitch black.  Jenny could not see 
Todd.  She was not even sure it was Todd in her arms.

Her towels had come off.  She was naked, but felt no need for
modesty.  No one could see her.  She could not even see herself.
They groped blindly for each other seeking comfort in each others
arms.  Embracing against the darkness, kissing away their fears.

When the kisses stopped, Jenny grew angry.
"You lied!" she accused Todd.
"About what?"
"You never saw my feet."
"I saved you."
"It's pitch black.  You couldn't see anything."
"That's right, but I saved you."

Jenny thought about this for a minute before giving him another kiss.
"Thank you for saving me.  Now let's get out of here."
"We can't."
"Why not?"
"The basement door is bolted shut from the outside."
"Are you sure?"
"Positively."
"Could we force it open?"
"Not a chance."
"So we just wait for our fate?"

Huddled together in desperation, they waited silently in the
dark.  Locked in the velvet blackness of the basement, they
were helpless against the Intruder.  There was no escape.
Death was coming.  


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Midnight Intruder -  Part #10 of 15
  By Dafney Dewitt


"I have an idea," Todd whispered.

Not knowing what to expect, Jenny's heart swelled with love,
and gratitude for Todd.  It was a hopeless situation, but he was
still fighting.  He was still trying to save her.

Todd pulled her closer.  He gave her a long passionate kiss.
His idea took Jenny by surprise.  She had never considered the
possibility of salvation through fucking, but she surrendered to 
Todd's caresses.  If she was going to die, she wanted to make
love to both the twins first.  It was the least should could do for
Todd.  His brother Tommy was already dead.  They were both
too young to die.  She would be the twins' last true love.  She 
would sacrifice herself for their happiness. 

They made love like phantoms.  All by feel.  Todd covered her
body with light fleeting kisses that felt like the beating of butterfly 
wings.  She felt the tension drain from her body as his sweet 
caresses engulfed her in a wave of passion.  Their need for
each other grew into a hunger.  Jenny was inflamed.  She ached
for fulfillment.  She pulled Todd into her, engulfing his manhood
until they were joined.  Jenny swam in a warm ocean of love
oblivious to the dark, or the danger.  She sank into the rising 
pleasure of her orgasm escaping from the hopelessness of the
basement, she floated away on wave after wave of pleasure.

Wonderfully exhausted, Jenny reached out to embrace her
phantom lover, but her arms closed on empty air.  Todd had
disappeared.  He had not even had time to scream.

Jenny froze.  He body tensed.  Had the Intruder snatched Todd
off into the blackness of the basement?  Had her young lover 
literally been ripped from her arms?  

With all of her senses on maximum alert, Jenny listened.  It was
absolutely silent.  Too silent.  There was no sound of anyone else
breathing in the dark, only the pounding of her own heart beat.
Todd was gone.  Only she was left in the soundless inkwell of 
the basement.  Would the Intruder take her the same way?

Jenny waved her hands in front of her like a blindman.  Should 
she yell out?   She felt like she was being watched.  Jenny shuddered 
with a horrible intuition.   Somewhere in the pitch blackness,  the 
Intruder was studying her like an insect with night vision goggles.  
He would play with her like a cat teasing a mouse.  Jenny only had 
to wait.


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Midnight Intruder -  Part #11 of 15
  By Dafney Dewitt


Nothing happened. 

Tired of waiting, Jenny sprang into action.  If she was going 
to die, she would die fighting.  With her arms extended in
front of her like a blindman, she walked across the basement
floor.  She froze.  Something light had struck her right arm.  It
felt like a spider web.  She batted it away.  It returned, and 
struck her in the face.  Relieved, Jenny reached out and caught 
the cord in her hand.  Instead of batting it away, she pulled down 
on it and the room was flooded with a blinding light.

Squinting against the white glare, Jenny scanned the entire basement.
It was empty.  She could see the laundry chute, the mattresses where
she and Todd had made love, a washer and dryer, and a stack of
about seven doors leaning against one wall.  That was all.  There was
no sign of Todd or the Intruder.  With the light on, it was easy for her
to find the stairway.  Jenny climbed to the first floor, facing the closed
door, and feeling stupid.  If it was bolted shut from the outside, what
could she do?

In frustration, Jenny rested her forehead against the door.  It swung
open so easily, Jenny almost fell over.  She stumbled into the first floor
of the house.  Confused, she re-checked the door.  There was no bolt.
It had no lock at all.  Todd had lied.  Why?  Was this some elaborate
plot by Todd to seduce her?

Angry, naked, and exhausted Jenny staggered into the kitchen.  
Before she had time to solve the puzzle of Todd's lies, his sister 
Cathy ran toward her.

"Run for your life!" Cathy yelled grabbing Jenny's hand and pulling 
her out the back door.
"Where are we going?"
"To the barn." puffed Cathy pulling Jenny naked into the night.

Inside the barn, Cathy stopped suddenly in front of a series of 
strange metal bars that looked like a bicycle rack.  She held up 
a set of car keys in her hands.

"I have the keys to the jeep.  We can escape."

Just after saying this, Cathy tripped and the keys flew out of her 
hands next to the bicycle rack that struck Jenny as being totally 
out-of-place in a barn.

"Get the keys!" yelled Cathy pushing Jenny's head between the
metal bars.  Pushed to her knees, Jenny searched the straw 
strewn floor for the keys.   Jenny heard a mechanical "KLUNK"
when Cathy pulled the lever closing the head traps of the cow 
milking station.

"You killed Tommy didn't you?" Cathy accused Jenny.
"Are you crazy?  Of course not."  

Jenny tried backing her head out from between the bars.  She
was stuck.  Naked on her hands and knees with her head stuck
between metal bars, Jenny fought to escape.

"I saw the blood."  continued Cathy.
"Let me go."
"I saw Tommy sneak into your bedroom."
"It was the Intruder.  It wasn't me."
"You lying bitch."
"Please let me go."
"You took a shower to wash away the blood."
"Let me go.  I'm innocent."
"Not until you tell the truth."
"I am telling the truth."
"When I'm done, you'll tell the truth."

Cathy started looking around the barn and picked up a straw
broom leaning against one wall.

"How would you like me to beat you with this broom?"
"Please don't hit me," begged Jenny.
Cathy changed her mind, grabbed the broom end and plunged
the handle into a bucket of lard.  The handle came out with a
loud sucking sound all covered with grease.
"Maybe you would like me to ram this up your ass?"
"Oh, please, God No!"  moaned Jenny.
Cathy appeared to consider this plea.  She dropped the broom,
and bent down close to Jenny's head.
"I know what I'll do."
"What?" asked Jenny.
"I'll go find the pizzle whip and thrash your bare breasts."
"Not the whip," pleaded Jenny.
"Oh, yes, the whip," insisted Cathy.
"Please don't.  I'll do anything.  Don't hurt me," begged Jenny,
but Cathy walked away from her out of the barn in search of
the whip.

Jenny already knew she would say or do anything to avoid
the pain of having her bare breasts beaten with a whip.  She
was eager to confess.  Anything to avoid a beating.  But what
worried Jenny is what Cathy would do to her after she confessed.



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Midnight Intruder -  Part #12 of 15
  By Dafney Dewitt

With Cathy gone in search of the whip, Jenny fought to find
a way out of her predicament.  With her head trapped in a 
cow milking station, vulnerable, exhausted, and confused 
from the sheer intensity of  her night of misadventures, Jenny 
waited for her undeserved punishment.

Praying to be rescued from her terrible fate, Jenny was 
surprised when a brown and white collie ran through the 
barn doors directly toward her.

It was such an unexpected appearance that Jenny could not
resist begging the dog for help.

"Yes, Lassie, run for help."
The collie gave her a quizzical look.
"Go get help, Lassie," encouraged Jenny.

Jenny had sunk to a level of desperation so low that talking
to a dog made sense.  She had been reduced to an infantile
level of problem solving by the dangers that had beaten her 
into exhaustion.  Grasping desperately for a television solution 
to her plight, Jenny pleaded with the dog to run for help.

The dog barked twice and twirled around in two quick circles.
Encouraged by this apparent display of the dog's intelligence
Jenny continued pleading.

"Yes, that's right Lassie run and get help."

The dog ran behind Jenny, out of her line of sight, and she
sighed with relief.  The dog would run for help.  She would
be saved.

Without warning, a cold nose bumped against Jenny's most
private parts.  The dog.  

"NOOOOO!  Go AWAAAY!" yelled Jenny.

But the dog's keen sense of smell led it directly to Jenny's 
freshly fucked behind.   It took long slow swipes with its 
tongue.  All the helpless Jenny could do was yell.  She yelled
and yelled.

Finally, the dog stopped licking her.  Jenny stopped yelling 
until she felt the dog attempting to mount her from behind.
Jenny realized her mistake.  This was no Lassie.  It was a 
male dog.  It was a very horny male dog.

She shook her bottom until the dog fell off.

The Collie walked over to Jenny's trapped head.  It gave 
her a sad, quizzical, almost human look of disappointment
for being rejected.  The dog's long tongue hung inches from 
her face dripping with saliva before Jenny knew it was going
to start licking her face.  She jerked her head back and forth,
but could not escape. 

"NOOOO!  STOP!" screamed Jenny.

The Collie cocked its head sharply to the right in a position of
frozen concentration.  The Collie barred its long canine teeth 
and gave off a deep rumbling growl that froze Jenny's heart.
Was it going to bite her?


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Midnight Intruder -  Part #13 of 15
  By Dafney Dewitt

With a sharp bark, the Collie ran out of the barn.  Jenny
collapsed.  The danger was gone.  Jenny listened for the
dog's return, but all she heard were the sound of crickets.
In the distance, Jenny thought she heard Cathy cry out, 
but the cry was cut short, muffled, and the barn returned 
to the reassuring chirping sound of the crickets.

When the crickets stopped chirping, Jenny lifted her head 
toward the bard door.  The Intruder walked in carrying a 
shiny metal whistle in his mouth.

"A dog whistle"  he said smiling.  "You were never in serious 
danger of being debauched by a dog."  
"Thank God!" exclaimed Jenny.
"You owe me." the Intruder answered.
"Yes, for the dog."
"No for the twins."
"The twins?"
"Did you forget our deal?"
"No."
"Well, did you lay both of the twins?"
"Yes, but . . ."
"OK. Then I completed my part of the bargain."
". . .Tommy is dead."
"You need to complete your part of deal."

Leering at her with an obscene smile, the Intruder fastened
a dog collar around Jenny's neck and unlocked her head
from the cow milking station.  Desperate for a way out,
Jenny resorted to ignorance.  Her eyes opened wide with
innocence, she lied to the Intruder.

"But wait... I'm not sure what you want."
"You're right," agreed the Intruder.
"Well, I can't do it then."
"You'll have to view some video samples."

The Intruder led her back into the house and set her down
in the same chair where she viewed the rape video of her
friend Diane.  This time, he did not tie her up.

The video samples were extremely realistic.  They had an
intensity, Jenny had never seen before in pornographic movies.
Everything happened.  The twins fucked their sister, Cathy.
Diane gave blow jobs to her own sons.  Her husband, Peter
forced his daughter to suck him off while one of the twins
took her from behind.  It was a literal cornucopia of debauchery
that left Jenny drowning in confusion.  All of this could not have
been videotaped in one night.  How long had this been going
on?  Was the entire family being held captive?  

Jenny searched for answers.  She remembered the drugged milk
Tommy had given her.  Maybe, the entire family had been drugged.
Were they a family of drug addicted sex slaves?


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Midnight Intruder -  Part #14 of 15
  By Dafney Dewitt

After dressing in a short sleeve pink pullover top with a 
pastel green wrap-around skirt, Jenny sat on the kitchen 
table waiting for instructions.

The Intruder was busy setting up his video equipment.
Through the kitchen window, Jenny could see the first
golden rays of sunshine peeking over the tops of the
fir trees.  Morning was coming.  The long night was
ending.

"Cross your legs," the Intruder instructed.
Jenny crossed her legs.
"I'm going to be off camera talking to you.  Obey my 
instructions."
"I understand," answered Jenny anxious to get this over.

The videotape began.

"Uncross your legs."
Jenny obeyed.
"Let me see your legs."
Jenny lifted her skirt to her knees.
"Higher."
She pulled her skirt over her thighs.
"More."
Jenny bundled her skirt around her waist.
"Show me your panties."
Jenny spread her legs.
"Wider."
She moved her legs farther apart.
"Masturbate for me."
Jenny rubbed her fingers over her panties.
"Stick you fingers inside."
Jenny moved her panties to one side and pushed her
middle finger between the lips of her sex.
"Aah, that's good," said the Intruder
She plunged her fingers in and out of her sex.
The phone rang
Jenny's hand froze.
"Keep fingering yourself," ordered the Intruder.
The phone rang again.
Jenny looked at the Intruder while her fingers remained busy.
The phone rang a third time.
The Intruder picked up the telephone.  With his hand covering
the mouthpiece, he handed it to Jenny.
"Answer it, but keep fingering yourself."
Jenny took the telephone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Peter here, who is this?"
"Jenny."
"Oh, I forgot, my wife's girlfriend."
"That's right."
"Is Diane up?"
"No."
"Tell her, I'll be home for breakfast."
"Where are you?"
"I'm returning from a barn fire.  I got called away last night.  
I'm with the volunteer fire department."
"Oh," said Jenny feeling stupid.
"Tell my loving wife and kids, I'll be home in fifteen minutes.  
I've got to go.  I'm calling from my cell phone."

"Your raped wife and dead kids" thought Jenny as the connection
clicked off.  Only after the phone conversation ended did Jenny
remember her busy fingers.  She was wet.  Peter Bradford was
coming home to find his raped wife and dead kids while she was
sprawled out on his kitchen table masturbating.

With a renewed intensity, Jenny concentrated on coming to a climax.
She did not want to be caught masturbating when Peter returned
home.  Jenny tried, but she could not climax.  She faked it.

"Not good enough," said the Intruder.
She faked another one.
"You can do better," encouraged the Intruder.

Jenny moaned outloud.  Her entire body shuddered and jerked.
She flung her head back in ecstasy groaning with relief.  It was
an incredible performance.  She heard the front door slam shut.

"That must be Peter," the Intruder said grabbing his video equipment
and fleeing out the side door.

Jenny brushed her dress down over her legs and jumped off the
kitchen table.  Should she scream out a warning to Peter?


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Midnight Intruder -  Part #15 of 15
  By Dafney Dewitt

Before Jenny could scream, Peter Bradford pushed through
the kitchen door.

"Hi, where's Diane and the kids?" he asked cheerfully.
Jenny opened her mouth to speak, but no sounds came out.  
What should she say?  What could she say?

Before she could say anything Diane entered the kitchen
looking calmly refreshed, and followed by her daughter, Cathy,
and the twins.

With her mouth still hanging open, Jenny remembered.  She
knew what was wrong with the rape video of Diane. 

She knew.
It was a hoax
All a hoax.

Jenny managed to blurt out the words "smooth tummy" to Diane.
"You told me you had a C-Section, but you have a smooth
tummy with no scars."
"That's right," admitted Diane.
"Are the twins even your kids?" Jenny pursued her attack.
"No." admitted Diane.
"This whole visit was a setup," Jenny accused them.
"Yes, it was," admitted Peter Bradford.
"It was all a lie," cried Jenny with relief.
"Not all of it," said the Intruder entering the kitchen.

Jenny automatically tensed up, but none of the other family
members were alarmed at the Intruder's entrance.

"You scared me to death," accused Jenny turning on the Intruder.
"You scared me too," he answered.
"How did I scare you?" asked Jenny with disbelief.
"No one expected you to try to jump out the window," said Cathy.
"We thought you would hide in the closet," said Tommy
"My God!" sighed Jenny  "Will somebody tell me what is going on?"
"Well," began Diane "I needed to take a vacation and thought you 
could be my replacement."
"You see," said the Intruder  "Peter doesn't really sell real estate.  We
have a business selling real life sexual adventures and making videotapes.  
For a fee of $3,000 per night we provide our guests with an unforgettable 
sexual adventure complete with a videotape."
"But the blood . . ." insisted Jenny.
"Pigs blood," said Todd.
". . . and the door," she continued.
"We've already replaced it with one from the stack in the basement," 
said Tommy.

Jenny turned on Diane.  "Why didn't you just ask me if I would be 
your replacement while you went on vacation?"
"I was afraid you would turn me down.  Were booked solid with
sexual adventures for the next month.  We needed to test you.  Not 
everyone can be a sex video star."
Jenny frowned at Diane feeling betrayed.
"You earn $500 per night," the Intruder added.
"Cheer up," Diane urged Jenny  "For the next month, you get to be 
the mother."

Jenny laughed.
The tension broke.

Jenny was going to be the mother.  A new visitor was coming to
the house that evening and Diane was leaving for a month long
cruise to Europe.  Jenny needed to get some rest.  She would be
working all night for the next month.  She could hardly wait.
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