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DISCLAIMER....

All of the participants in this sexually explicit piece are 
manifestations of my imagination and shadow. If you are underage, 
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THE LURID ROBBERY....Part 1

The three of them had watched the house for weeks, and knew their 
victims' schedules. Having robbed a number of small apartments over the 
years, they  knew that they would in and out in less than hour. They had 
joked about how gorgeous the 2 occupants were, and that they would love 
to get into their sodden little panties. Little did they realize that 
their simple robbery would spill out into an erotic adventure, one that 
would include the fulfillment of their most lurid sexual fantasies.

Easily picking the lock, the trio quietly slipped into the basement 
apartment. It was 4:13 AM. The darkness cloaked their entrance. The 
kitchen entrance was a mess, and reeked of stale beer and cigarettes. It 
was obvious that a party had just finished. 

Peering around the corner into the living room, the leader, Jack, spied 
a girl. Her head was leaning against the couch. Drool ran down her chin. 
It appeared like she had passed out as she sat. Tiptoeing past her, he 
looked into the first bedroom. One more unconscious female body. In the 
other bedroom, another. "What the Christ?," he thought. "She doesn't 
live here." He quickly went out to speak to his buddies.

"Well, we now have three of them. I guess if we are quiet, we'll be able 
to sneak up on them all. Jan, you take this pillow and cover the one on 
the couch. Make sure she don't yell. Eddie, you take her legs, I'll take 
her arms. We'll cart her out here, tie her up, gag her, and then take 
the two in the bedroom one at a time." They left some cord and the tape 
on the kitchen table.

Eddie spied an open bottle of bourbon, and reached for it. he took a 
deep sip of the amber liquid, and felt it burn its way down his throat. 
He shivered, and coughed. " Thats better," he said with agrin. 

Like clockwork, they tiptoed into the living room, and grabbed the 
strawberry blonde on the couch. Jan pressed the pillow on her mouth, 
effectively muffling any noise. The girl kicked her heels a bit, but the 
three of them easily overpowered her. Jan flickered a butcher knife in 
front of the girl's face, and touched the icy steel against her throat. 
This quickly quieted her down. Her eyes bugged out as she began to 
realize that strangers were around her.  The three of them brought her 
to the kitchen and layed her face down on the floor. Jan kept the pillow 
close to her mouth while her male counterparts bound her hands and feet. 
Balling a tea towel together, they shoved it into her yap and taped it 
shut. 

"You stay with this one while we round up the other two," he said. Jan 
sat down next to her and ran her knife up the girl's neck. "Be good 
sweetie," she said. Her captive mumbled something inaudible. "Thats 
right honey. Just shut the fuck up!" said Jan with a lecherous smile. 

The other two each grabbed the duct tape and went on with their robbery 
plans. Jack, grabbing a towel from the kitchen, entered Chris' room. He 
stared at the girl, and noted her long, lithe body. Old faded jeans 
hugged every curve of her hips and bum. Long brown hair hung well past 
her shoulders. 

He sprung on her, and quickly  stuffed a rag into her mouth. He slapped 
her in the face twice, and waved his knife in front of her face. Still 
obviously very  drunk, she was slow to wake up. He was quickly able to 
wrench her over onto her stomach. He took her left wrist and took it 
behind her back. His other hand took her right arm and placed it over 
her left. He wrapped tape around her one wrist, then taped her arms 
together. Over and under the tape went, firmly  securing her arms. He 
took a handful of her shoulder length hair and tilted her head so that 
she was looking into his eyes. " Be very quiet and you won't get messed 
up. Its just that simple." He pressed the tip of the knife between her 
breasts and onto the spot where her heart was.  "I'll fuckin' run you 
through, you drunken bitch. Be awfully fucking quiet." The terrorized 
girl lay silent. His hand still in her hair, he pushed her head up and 
down in a forced sign of agreement. He then hauled her up by the 
shoulders and tried to hold her steady. 

Steady she wasn't. He had to half drag, half carry the drunken women. 
She had passed out in her clothes. He was a bit excited by the 
circumstances, and his mind started to wonder. Her tight, faded jeans 
acscentuated a perfect, pear shaped ass. A loose sweater hung loosely 
over a pair of small tits. There was no fat on this one; everything was 
very taught. 

There was something special about this girl. She was probably in her 
early twenties. He had never really been attracted to this lean kind of 
woman. He usually liked big tits and a bit of meat.  But this one caused 
his testosterone to flow freely. 

She stumbled, and he grabbed her around the shoulders. His free hand 
braced her from the front, and he let it settle on her left boob. He 
involutarily pawed at it through sweater, and suddenly realized where 
his hand was at. He cupped what he thought to be a very firm 32 B tit 
and realized that he wanted more. Adrenlyn shot through his veins and 
his penis hardened. His tongue licked his lips in excitement as his palm 
encircled the entire firm pap. He repositioned himself, putting his left 
arm around her shoulder, freeing his right. 

"What to do?" he pondered. "Lets see how drunk she really is," he 
thought as an evil smile appeared on his face.

He then slowly pulled her sweater from her jeans, revealing a very flat 
stomach. Placing his palm against the flesh, he gingerly  ran his hand 
up her belly, pulling the front of her sweater further upward with his 
wrist. His fingertips felt each rib as they passed by. He stopped at the 
white elastic bottom of her bra. Hesitantly, he waited for a protest 
from the girl. He held his breath in anxious silence. She said or did 
nothing to indicate that she was aware of his actions. He then cupped 
her small, firm breast through the cotton-lace of her brassiere. 

He quickly discovered that these firm, perky tits were capped with tiny 
nipples. He rubbed his own erection against her ass. Although he had 
never been really attracted to a 'flat chested' women, he was certainly 
jazzed by this one. Working one nipple to erection, he pulled at it 
through the satin. He briefly began to think about grabbbing a quick 
piece of ass as he brought his hand to her belt buckle. He imagined her 
draped forward across the edge of the couch, with her jeans and panties 
around her ankles. He salivated at the thought of of ramming his rock 
hard manhood deep into her pussy from behind. The thought of her tight 
little asshole further increased his desire. He could fuck her, and no 
one would know. "I'd better not go further, I guess. We are here for 
robbery, and not rape. " He left the madness pass from him,  and dragged 
her to the kitchen. He deposited her on the floor next to her friend.

Jan looked at her and smiled.  She felt her own heartbeat increase. Her 
bullet like nipples poked their way through her own blouse. The 
tingleling of sex pulsed between her legs. Her desire for women was 
usually muted by having to go and find them. Here was the perfect 
opportunity to enjoy all the pleasures of Lesbos. And domination. She 
shivered with anticipation as she leered at her captives. She sat next 
to the strawberry blonde and put her arm around her. Jan's eyes almost 
twinkled as she leered at the beautiful rehead. The terrified teen 
leaned against her, almost secure in being guarded by a woman. She was 
totally unaware of Jan's carnal intent.

Jack ran from the kitchen when he heard a scream from the bedroom. He 
was ready for a brawl, and his heart thumped loiudly in his chest. As he 
turned the corner of the bedroom, he saw his friend Eddie ripping open 
the shirt of an incredibly attractive blonde. Her firm, brassierre clad 
breasts were accentuated by the fact that her hands were tied behind her 
back. He tried to undo the front hook of her bra, but she broke away. He 
immediately fell upon her, tackling her on the bed. "You've been a very 
bad girl, you filthy bitch!" he roared. His hand rose and fell on her 
ass three, four, then five times. She screamed and squirmed in an 
attempt to escape. He took her by the neck and arched it back,"Shut up 
cunt. I take what I want and right at the moment, its you and your tight 
body.."

The leader smiled. He never conceived that this kind of thing would 
happen. But he was excited enough to say, "You want any help?" 

"BEAT IT, SCRAM,  this one is mine!! Just look at this, ", he said as he 
rolled her over onto her back." Look at these tits, they're perfect. I'm 
gonna fuck her between these mounds and come all over her face. Now fuck 
off so I can get on with my fun. I don't like an audience." 

Jack turned and left for the kitchen, his erection raging in his pants. 
He couldn't get his mind off the girl he had accosted. All he could 
think of was dominating the lean bitch, chewing on those tiny, hard 
nipples and raping that pear shaped ass of hers. He rearranged his cock 
so it wasn't pointing straight out. He didn't want Jan to see his 
excitement.

What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks at the sight before him. He 
didn't have to hide his own excitement at all.  He had always suspected 
that Jan was attracted to women, but this was an incredible surprise. 
Here was a partially clad Jan, opening struggling with the strawberry 
blonde, actively groping and kissing the strawberry blond. One hand was 
around her waist and the other was around her neck. The embrace held her 
tight as Jan's tongue freely wandered in between their lips. 

Jan had already stripped her own jeans off and had just finished opening 
the girl's blouse revealing the top of a sheer blue teddy. It was cool 
in the kitchen, and the silk and lace accentuated her full nipples. She 
had forced her own two legs between the girl's, and was slowly grinding 
herself against the girl. Both of her hands wandered to the girl's tight 
ass. She kneeded the taught flesh, bringing her own red pantied crotch 
in direct contact with that of her captive. Her tongue could be seen 
slurping its way in her mouth, aggresively searching out each crevice. 
His own imagination kept trying to place a man groping the girl. Yet, 
clearly, it was his own friend Jan, a real woman, going at another 
woman. Her ass began to undulate as she rubbed herself against her 
'lover'. 


She broke her french kiss long enough to begin to undo her own blouse, 
revealing her demi bra which barely contained her 34 C breasts. "Oh hi, 
I got a little hot," she said, as she finished stripping off her own 
top. "You don't mind?" she said, as she continued to grind herself 
against the girl, " I have a weakness for young redheads."

"Hey Jack, help me get these lovely skin skin tight tights off this 
lovely, little slut," asked Jan nonchalently. "I have to taste her. I 
need to feel her young, taught flesh against mine. And I want her warm, 
wet tongue lapping at my sex." The strawberry blonde, with her hands 
tied behind her, struggled with Jan, but was in little position to 
really fight. Jan continued to freely grope the girl, and spread her 
legs so that they rested atop of the girl's thigh. She then really 
started to dry hump her. " I know you can feel how wet I am for you," 
she cooed as she continued to grind herself against her lover. A dark 
wet spot was clearly evident in the centre of her panties. 

Jack hesitated a little, but was more than curious with what Jan had in 
mind. His own dominance streak was clearly seen again, and he became 
quite excited as he realized this was lesbian rape, a scene he had 
secretly fantasized about. His erection returned as he knew he was going 
to get much more than he ever thought. He approached Jan and her quarry 
and stood before them. He didn't really know what to do, but he did want 
to see what was next. 

"Jack, just get her standing up against the wall. I'll do the rest," Jan 
said. "Hey girly slut, I bet when you slithered into these tights, you 
wanted to show off that tight little ass of yours. I am sure you 
expected to have men fawn all over you and try to get into your moist 
little panties. I'm sure you'd smile and let them fondle your ass on the 
dancefloor. You may even slip him some tongue in a quick wet one on your 
way out. You're  nothin' a fuckin' cock teasing drink whore. All show, 
no go. Well, I've called your bluff, you slut. I'm damn sure you didn't 
expect to have some pussy happy woman like me between your legs, eh 
bitch? You're gonna give me the the kind of lovin' only a woman can get 
from another woman." said Jan in a sensual monotone.

Jan fell to her knees in front of her. Her own hands shook with 
excitement as she hooked her own fingers around the elastic waistband 
and ever so slowly pulled them downward. In what seemed to take forever, 
Jan worked the spandex further and further down, revealing the shapely 
curves of an eighteen year old athlete. Her tiny cotton briefs barely 
contained what appeared to be a well trimmed bush. She lasiviously 
licked her own lips. 







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