The timing couldn't have been any more perfect than this. That's all Traze could think as he and his gang of thugs finished making sure that the house was secure. Distant waves pounded against the shore, well within earshot of the gorgeous-looking New Hampshire home. Within such a lovely estate, a family had been living the dream. A successful father and mother had been enjoying their summer with their two college-age daughters living at home for a few weeks.
Traze flipped through the driver's licenses. Avril Malone, age 19. Peyton Malone, age 20. Sandra Malone, age 37, and Mike Malone, age 41. 'Interesting. The sexy old lady must have had them pretty young,' he thought. The man dressed in all black and sporting a ski mask turned to one of his blood-sworn brothers, Vick.
Unlike Traze, Vick had a wild look in his eyes. The look of a predator waiting to sink its teeth into exposed flesh. Traze imagined he had the same hunger in his own eyes, and he could feel his body pulsing with it. But unlike Vick, Traze had a semblance of self-control.
"Where's Mick? Where's Jamal?"
Vick gave a sadistic grin before his reply. "Oh, I think they just finishing up tying up Mom and Dad upstairs in the attic. Soon enough we be ready for the real show down in the basement."
Traze rubbed his hands together. It was time to get down to business.
***
"Please stop this! J-just let us go!" The cute blonde with the small button of a nose and those scared, baby-blue eyes was Avril, the younger sister. Traze looked at both girls, who were wearing only sports bras and running shorts.
Traze and his boys had chosen to rob the place blind just before dusk, but surprising these two cuties after their late afternoon run had been a stroke of luck. From there the 4-man burglar team hadn't had too much trouble taking mom and dad by surprise and then tying them up, gagged and bound so that they wouldn't make too much of a fuss.
Now in the basement stood four well-built black men, each of them dressed in black to blend in better with the night. Traze was the leader, but only by virtue of his ability to harness his less patient brothers. They were every bit as strong as he was, and, Traze realized, their cocks were probably just as hard staring at these two beauties.
"We don't got all day, bitch. You and your sister better start stripping fast. I want see you butt naked, tits thrust outward for inspection. You hear me?" Saying this, Traze drew out a gun and pointed it at the older girl. Peyton gave him a look of disgust, but the fear in her eyes told him that he'd struck the right chord.
"OK, OK. We're doing it. Please, just don't hurt us!" Peyton said. The older sister quickly shrugged out of her sports bra and shorts. Wearing only her panties, the girl hesitated.
Avril on the other hand didn't seem to have heard Traze's command. Like a deer stuck in headlights the younger sister just stared at the barrel of the gun.
Traze sighed. "I see this one's a little hard of hearing." He stalked forward, grabbing Avril by the neck and slipping the pistol under the waistband of her shorts.
"Are you gonna strip, little cunt, or am I going to put some hot lead in these panties?"
That seemed to motivate the girl like nothing else. With a terrified whimper Avril begged him not to kill her. She then quickly stripped off the sports bra and shimmied out of her shorts. In no time at all she'd even slipped her panties down her long, sexy legs and thrown them in the corner.
All four of the intruders now stood and admired their feminine booty. A slender, gorgeous blonde with good-sized tits and the cutest face Traze had ever seen looked at them with imploring eyes.
"Look, please just take me. Let Peyton go."
What? Was this an abrupt change in their blonde captive? Had she really just mustered up the courage to boldly sacrifice herself to save her older sister's pussy? Too bad it wouldn't work.
Traze shook his head. "That's not the way this works, blonde bitch." He turned to Petyon, admiring her even a larger pair of breasts and the down of pubic thatch between her sexy thighs. He imagined those sexy thighs wrapped around his middle as he stood like the muscular stud he was, fucking her brains out.
"Whether you live or not depends on how well you behave, understand?" Traze said. Waving the pistol for emphasis, he added. "Don't forget we have Mommy and Daddy upstairs. If you try anything, if you try to run away, they both get a bullet to the brain. Do I make myself clear?"
Both college girls nodded in unison. "Yes, please! We won't try to run!" Peyton begged. She put a protective arm around her younger sister. The sight of the two naked girls leaning against each other for comfort made his cock stir.
"Good. Then let's get this party started." He nodded to Vick, who was already stripping out of his clothes. Jamal did the same, and soon there were two huge black men, tattoos laced across their muscular pectorals, with cocks rigid and saluting their feminine prey. "Oh yeah, Bro. I'm ready to get this party started all right," Vick growled. He gestured at Mick. "Bring out the toys, Bro. Let's have some fun with these bitches."
Both gorgeous girls shrank back as they saw Mick draw out pairs of handcuffs, a whip, and various other appalling sex instruments.
"Please, you don't need to do that! We'll do what you want! We'll suck your cocks. We'll fuck you. You don't need to torture us!" Peyton said.
"Shut up, bitch! I prefer my cunt-slaves struggling, ya know?" Vick snarled. Saying this, the rugged black man with a scar over his right eye snapped a pair of handcuffs on Avril's trembling wrists.
"Me and little sis are going to go over to the bed and have some fun, aren't we slut?" Vick put a firm hand around Avril's slender arm, dragging her over to the bed. He forced her hands above her head, then secured a rope from the cuffs to a pipe in the ceiling, knotting it tightly so that the girl couldn't move her arms down at all.
Vick leaned over, his mouth whispering in Avril's ear.
