A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years.
Chapter Twenty-Six. 2006.
(February.) Burglars.
Ever since my parents had retired and moved to Oxfordshire, presumably to be nearer their friends from the world of academia, I had been asked to keep an eye on their property whenever they were away; particularly since their second move to a somewhat isolated house near A******. I like the secluded house they live in and don't mind the chore one bit, usually taking paperwork and staying overnight every three or four days during their absence.
Like I said I didn't find it an inconvenient arrangement at all but then the following incident occurred.
I arrived at my parent's house early Monday evening on the second week of their fortnights holiday. Taking my shoulder bag, briefcase and small case with my overnight things from the boot of the car I walked the short distance to the front door. Letting myself in I quickly set my belongings down on the floor to de-activate the alarm, which to my surprise remained silent. Surely I hadn't forgotten to set the alarm on my last visit I thought, but then a guy suddenly appeared from the lounge and kicked the front door shut before grabbing me. Two other guys came running down the stairs and seeing they were all wearing balaclava type face coverings I realised I'd interrupted a burglary.
In a state of shock I found myself bundled onto a hall chair whereupon a fourth burglar arrived on the scene carrying the ball of string usually kept in the kitchen. Almost before I realised what was happening my wrists had been tied together behind the chair back and my ankles secured to the front legs of it.
They seem very professional I thought, twisting and turning in vain against the bonds. All I accomplished was the hem of my skirt, already high up my legs from being bundled onto the chair, rode even higher.
The burglars moved briskly back and forth, initially ignoring my protests as they carried their spoils to the rear door; the door they'd used to break in and where a pick-up truck was parked, although I didn't know that until later.
It seemed as if they'd nearly finished when one of them, younger than the others I guessed, came to a stop in front of me. He was staring at my legs where stocking tops were visible. Looking round to check the others weren't about he swiftly pushed my skirt up high enough to expose my panties, at which I protested loudly. My shouts brought one of the others onto the scene but he merely laughed. In fact not content to just laugh the newcomer pushed his hand roughly between my thighs, laughing again when I yelled even louder.
"Hey, come on you two, we need a hand with the gear."
With obvious reluctance the two guys went off to help their mates. Soon though a different guy appeared and telling me they'd found my safe hidden behind the painting, demanded the combination.
"I don't know anything about a safe, this is not my house. I'm simply keeping an eye on it."
Without warning the burglar slapped me across the face and said, "Don't give me that. What's the combination?"
I was still trying to explain that I didn't know the number when the rest of them arrived on the scene.
"Right, all loaded ready to go. Just need the safe opening."
"The bitch won't tell me the combination," the first said, picking my shoulder bag up and emptying the contents onto the hall floor.
"Nothing to tell us the combination here," he commented, rummaging through the contents and transferring the thirty or so pounds he found to his pocket.
The one who seemed to be their leader slapped my face in his turn, demanding the combination.
Again I tried to get through to them that I was merely the house sitter and didn't know. However, my cause wasn't helped by the numerous photos my parents had of me adorning walls and cabinets, proof enough that I was lying as far as the burglars were concerned.
"I've had enough of your lies, perhaps this will persuade you to talk."
With that he ripped my blouse open and then yanked my bra up exposing my breasts.
Someone else promptly grabbed then while lower down I realised scissors were being used to cut my skirt from top to bottom; it was then pulled from my body.
The only way to differentiate the burglars, as they didn't use names in my hearing, is by number so that is how I'll continue.
"Come on sweetheart, tell us the combination or it will be your knickers next," number 1 said.
My continuing silence prompted number 1 to tell the others to untie me and I actually thought they believed me at last. Not a bit of it. Released from the chair I was merely carried into the dining room and while two of them held me in a firm grip my panties were yanked down and off.
"Anything to say now?" number 1 barked and I shook my head defiantly.
"OK, strip her naked and lift her onto the table."
It didn't take the men long to remove the remnants of my clothing, most of them having a feel of my breasts while doing so. I was then lifted up onto the table and held spread eagled on the top of it. My wrists were tied to two of the table legs and my ankles to the other two, forcing my legs really wide apart in the process. I was literally tied down in an X position, fully exposed to the burglars and feeling very vulnerable.
"We can see everything you've got now," number 2 jeered, forcing a cushion beneath my bottom to raise and expose me even more.
"See sense girl," number 1 said. "You need to tell us the combination now or it will be the worse for you. Look around."
Turning my head from side to side as he indicated I saw the younger ones, 3 and 4, had already removed their lower garments and were waving erect cocks at me. There seemed little point in continuing my denials so I remained silent until fingers were suddenly and unexpectedly pushed into my cunt, at which I yelled.
"This can only end one way now. Push her knickers into the stupid cow's mouth as a gag and let's get done with it," number 2 said.
"Yea let's all fuck the bitch and get the hell out of here," number 4 added.
I think number 1 might have been able to restrain them but was as fed up by my refusal to disclose the combination as the others by this time.
"OK untie her and lift the stupid cow off the table."
His instructions were promptly carried out but then I was pushed forward over the end of the table and my wrists retied to the opposite end of it. Next my legs were forced wide apart and ankles tied to the table legs again.
Taking me by surprise a penis drove into me and a body slammed up to mine, the gag preventing any sound breaking from my lips. I didn't know which of them it was fucking me but it didn't matter anyway as I knew all of them would take me.
Being gagged by my own panties seemed an added indignity I mused, while the penis drilled in and out of me. Unnecessary really as given the remote location of the house it's highly unlikely anyone would have heard my yells anyway.
As expected all four burglars fucked me one after the other, after which I was left tied over the table while they finalised their departure. It seemed that three of them were going in the pick-up truck leaving number 2 to stay behind to untie me once they'd made good their escape.
With the sound of the pick-up truck fading into the distance number 2 returned and pulling the gag from my mouth remarked that as he'd been told to wait half an hour he might as well enjoy himself.
