Author's Note:
Advanced warning. This chapter contains themes of non-con, hetero, bi, and gay sex. If that is going to cause you an issue, then please don't read it.
If you read it and then complain about the inclusion of such topics, I shall make a voodoo doll of you and stick something in it. If you are lucky, it will be pins.
Caleb 22 - Josh and Louise
Josh and Louise had the house to themselves. Caleb, Jules and the twins were at Jules's parents' again and wouldn't be back until the following week.
It was halfway through the summer break, and they had spent the afternoon at the mall. Since neither was particularly good at cooking, they had eaten before returning to the house and were just settling down in front of the television.
There was a knock at the door.
Josh opened the door, and a mountain of a man slammed his shoulder against it, knocking him onto his ass. Five men rushed in. The first planted a boot into Josh's midriff, not really hurting him, but winding him.
Louise didn't even get a chance to scream before one of the men grabbed her, pulled her over the back of the sofa by the hair and threw her onto the floor beside Josh. They both looked up, hurt and confused, into the eyes of someone they had thought they would never see again: Jerome Kraft.
"Hello again", he said with an evil grin on his face. "How are we all doing?"
Josh looked around, identifying all five of the men whom Caleb had caught attempting to rape Louise at the end of the last holidays. He'd never truly forgotten about them, but had been confident that Caleb and his contacts at the FBI had sent them away forever. He was so shocked by their reappearance - plus by the blow to his stomach - that he was having trouble thinking straight.
The two big biker types loomed behind their ringleader. They were both over six feet tall and heavily muscled, and looked similar enough to be brothers. Flanking them on either side were the skinny black guy, who had been holding Louise's arms down when Caleb had walked in through the door last time, and the skinny mixed-race guy, whom Louise had kicked in the balls.
Kraft himself, who obviously had a flair for the dramatic, was dead center. At about five-six, he certainly wasn't big, but he was wiry rather than skinny.
"Donnie, Davey," he barked. "Check the rest of the house." As if his position in the room hadn't been enough to drive it home again to the vulnerable pair, the way his minions rushed to obey his orders clearly communicated that Kraft was in charge.
The two bikers moved off, and, guns in hand, searched the house to find that there was nobody else at home.
"Where are they?" Jerome asked Josh, prodding him in the stomach with his gun.
"Not here," said Josh. He considered telling them that they would be back soon, but decided against it. He didn't want Kraft feeling any kind of pressure. He struck Josh as a tightly-wound spring - one that might uncoil violently at any moment. "They went out of state for a vacation. They won't be back until next semester."
"Hear that, boys?" Kraft chuckled. "It seems we have plenty of time."
"What do you want with us?" asked Louise. "The FBI took your stash. There's nothing here for you."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," said Kraft, running the barrel of his pistol up her leg and pressing it gently against her mound. "We may not have any business left, but I recall some unfinished pleasure."
Louise's eyes were focused on the gun. While Kraft had had a gun last time they were there, she hadn't had it quite so close to her. The fear running up her spine triggered something else: her arousal.
"Zeke," Kraft barked, and the skinny black guy came over. "If I remember correctly, you were up top?"
Zeke nodded. Kraft jerked his head toward Louise and Zeke pulled out a switchblade, clicking the blade out menacingly. He inserted it into the neckline of Louise's t-shirt and drew it down, easily slicing through the cloth. The cold metal of the blunt side of the blade drew a line of fire down her front and between her breasts. She shivered, and her pussy began to weep. Two more slices, and her T-shirt was gone. A further nick and her bra followed, exposing her C cup breasts, the nipples already standing proud. Zeke took up a position on the floor, above her head, and began groping her chest, moaning in appreciation.
"Nice," he said, tweaking her nipples almost cruelly.
"Donnie, Davey," Kraft barked. "I believe you and lover boy here were on the sofa?"
The biker brothers grabbed Josh's T-shirt to haul him to his feet but it tore completely off, baring his chest. Donny grabbed his arm and pulled him up, propelling him to the sofa where they, as they had last time, sat on either side of him.
Josh was panting. At first sight, it could have been mistaken for fear, but the tenting in the front of his trousers gave away the real reason.
"Robson," said Kraft, "go get me a beer. You know where you were. This time don't fuck about."
The other mixed-race guy went into the kitchen and came back with a six-pack of beers from the refrigerator. He put them on the floor beside Kraft, who, himself, had dropped into the same chair he had occupied when Caleb had interrupted them last time. He wanted to recreate the scene exactly as it was, and then finish it as he should have done back then.
Robson approached Louise warily. Last time, she had planted her foot into his balls, and he didn't want a repeat of that experience.
"Zeke," he said, and once more Louise heard the ominous snick of the switchblade opening. She felt cold metal press against her throat.
"If you move," he whispered in her ear almost tenderly, "I'm going to cut your throat."
Louise stiffened, a tremor running through her body. Like with her boyfriend, what easily could have been mistaken for fear was something else entirely. In her case, it was a small orgasm.
Robson undid her jeans and yanked them down, her panties coming with them. The scent of her arousal hit his nose immediately and he grinned.
"The fucking slut wants it," he said gleefully. He roughly pushed two fingers inside of her. They entered easily; her pussy was practically gushing. After pulling his fingers out of her, he held them up to show the gang. They were soaked, and a long string of her thick juices slowly dripped onto her belly.
He finished divesting her of her jeans and she lay on the floor, naked, in front of him. Zeke knelt above her, his legs on either side of her head. Sitting up on his haunches, Robson feasted on her with his eyes as he began to undo his pants. He knew there was no rush, so he took his time, standing and removing first his boots, and then his pants; he wore no underwear. His cock stood at a proud seven inches, and looked bloated and angry.
He slipped off his shirt, rendering him completely naked. He took the time to place his clothes carefully on one of the empty chairs. He wasn't a particularly fastidious person; he just wanted to savor the entire experience. He had sat in a prison cell for the last four months thinking about this moment - thinking of when he was going to get payback on the bitch that had hurt him. He was going to fuck her, and he was going to fuck her good.
While Robson had disrobed, Zeke had been whispering in Louise's ear.
"See your boyfriend, over there?" he asked.
Louise nodded.
