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.
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"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.
"Well, well, well girl. Looks like you're all naked and helpless. Look at that sexy pussy between your legs just begging to be fucked," he hissed. His hand tried to slip between her legs, but the young blonde pressed her thighs together, keeping him out.
"No! Don't touch me there you bastard!" Avril spat in his face, and Vick took a step back as his brothers roared with laughter.
"I think she's your type, Vick!" Jamal shouted.
"Yes," Traze agreed. "Why don't you show her what we do to fuck-slaves who disrespect us?"
Vick slowly took the three-tongued whip which Mick handed to him. "Don't mind if I do," Vick said, and he enjoyed the delicious recognition that played over Avril's face as she saw that that whip was about to thrash her beautiful breasts. Vick's arm shot forward like a horse let free at the Kentucky Derby. The whip's tendrils made a satisfying smack across the young woman's breasts, followed by a shrill cry. Another SMACK echoed in the basement followed by another shriek. The rhythm continued, the whip slapping against the gorgeously sculpted cones of their female captive.
Avril's face contorted in pain as the whip had its way with her beautiful breasts ...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK!
In the background Vick was barely aware of Peyton pleading for him to leave her younger sister alone.
"Please! Stop this! You'll hurt her!" Peyton screamed. But the whip's ends were softened with a velvet lining, and the most damage which Vick could inflict amounted to a fierce stinging rather than any lasting mark.
"I don't think this dumb bitch realizes that you're going easy on her little sis," Jamal said. "Maybe we should upgrade to the bull whip?"
"No, please! Not that! I'll do whatever you want!" Peyton cried.
"Really?" Vick replied, turning and saluting her with his cock. "Maybe you need to come here and kneel, hmm? Come prove it."
Peyton nodded, slowly approaching her captor, then kneeling before him. As she looked up into his cruel eyes, she prayed for the strength to do what needed to be done. Her dark blonde hair felt the black man's strong hands gathering it away from her face. His cock, pungent with masculine musk, hung before her lips.
"What are you waiting for, bitch? Get busy!" A light slap across the face sent Peyton reeling for a second, and then she knew he meant business. The naked girl licked from the base of his shaft to the tip, swirling her tongue around the glans before slowly smothering his cock-head between her lips.
The sound of suction filled the room as the lithesome dark blonde slowly stroked her mouth up and down that enormous black prick. She felt his rigid shaft pulsating in her mouth, so hard with need. She had never taken in a cock this big before. She had sucked off her boyfriend plenty of times, but the meager tool he had didn't even compare to this. A tiny part of Peyton had to admit, the more she pumped her mouth up and down this man's magnificent specimen, the more a primal part of her seemed to be awakening.