I'm the owner of the jewelry store at 5th and Madison. As typically happened on Saturday night I had to work until eight p.m. I was starving by the time I got home and Alicia, my wife had promised me a romantic dinner since her daughter was staying with her ex for the weekend.
I parked the car in the garage and walked in through the laundry room into the kitchen. I threw my keys on the counter and hollered, "Alicia?"
I heard a man's voice behind me say, "She can't talk right now Mr. Burns."
I whorled around. Two black men were standing in the hallway. Behind them a third held Alicia around the waist with one arm and his hand was over her mouth. She looked terrified, but her struggles were useless against the big man. His skin was a black as coal.
"If you cooperate your wife won't get hurt," said the man who appeared to be the leader.
"What do you want? Let my wife go." He just smiled at me.
"Here's what's going to happen," he said. "You're going to give us the keys to your store and the combination to the safe. We've done enough research that we know that you're wife's daughter is at her dad's for the weekend. We know where he lives and we know that you wife's daughter goes to Mountain View Elementary."
Alicia let out a loud sob. "No," she begged through the black man's fingers.
It only took me a minute to make a decision. "Alright, I'll do whatever you want just don't hurt my wife or her daughter."
"That's the right answer." He paused for a moment. "Come on down and join us." Without waiting for me they all moved into our bedroom.
I had no choice but to follow. As I entered one of the men grabbed me and pulled my arms behind my back and wrapped my wrists with duct tape. The man still held Alicia near the bed. The other man smiled.
"Let my wife go please," I begged. They ignored me. The guy behind me reached around my waist and unbuckled my belt. "What are you doing?" He pulled my pants down around my ankles. "What are you doing?" I asked again. Instead of answering he pulled my jacket back around my tied wrists. Then he stepped around in front of me and undid my tie and pulled it off.
As soon as I naked from the waist down before them, I felt utterly helpless. They pointed to my limp dick and laughed. I couldn't protect my wife or my stepdaughter. I felt worthless. The man in front of me pushed me into the love seat and I flopped down helpless.
All three then turned their attention to my wife. Alicia was wearing a very sexy black dress in anticipation of our evening together. It was very low cut with spaghetti straps over her shoulders. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. The tight dress came up to mid thigh. Her legs were covered with sheer black stockings. Her high heels had fallen off her feet. The leader walked over and lifted the side of her skirt a couple of inches and we could all see the strap of a black garter holding up her stocking.
Alicia recoiled, whimpering, but one man held her tight. The leader lightly brushed his black fingers up the side of her stocking covered leg.
"Please leave my wife alone," I begged.
He turned and looked at me. "What's the combination to the alarm at your store?"
I told him.
"Now you're talking." He let the hem of her dress fall. "Do you have a pencil and paper anywhere?" he asked me.
"In the drawer, over there." I pointed with my chin to the nightstand drawer.
I gave him the combination to the safe and the alarm system.
"Good," he said. "Where are your car keys?"
"In the kitchen. On the counter."
"Okay we're going to take your car and rob your jewelry store. But first we have some time to kill so we're going to tie you up a little more securely.
Charlie knelt in front of me and wrapped duct tape around my ankles and then pushed me over on my side and put tape from my ankles to my wrists so that if I stood, I would just fall over.
The leader turned to my wife. "Are you wearing panties?" She looked at him distrustfully. "Don't worry; we're not going to hurt you or your daughter if you cooperate. So, are you wearing panties?"
At the mention of her daughter, Alicia nodded yes.
"Good. Take them off." She looked at him with horror. "Just slide them down. You don't have to lift your dress."
She looked at him warily. "Please," he added. "You won't look will you Forrest?"
"I won't look. Will you Charlie?" asked Forrest.
"No ma'am. You can trust me," answered Charlie.
There was no way that she could take off her panties without raising her dress, but she turned away and lifted her dress. All four of us watched as she slid her panties off and in the process only showed her all of her creamy white thighs and buttocks before letting her dress drop back. With her back still to the leader and without looking at him; she handed him her panties.
"That wasn't so hard now, was it?" he asked rhetorically as he walked over and stuffed her panties into my mouth and then covered my lips with duct tape. He grasped my cheeks in his hand. "There's only one final rule. We know that you will have to report the robbery of your store, but," he paused. "You're not going to tell the police that we came here tonight. Is that clear?"
I nodded yes.