CHAPTER 1: THE INVASION STARTS
I write down these events as my way of processing what happened to me that awful weekend six months ago. There is no other way I can think of to deal with those memories that have likely scarred me for life... the day those two awful men invaded my home and hit me with those paralysis drugs. But, well, maybe I'm getting a bit ahead of myself here.
My name is Jocelyn Reynolds. I am 26 years old, an African American woman who never thought of myself as very attractive considering how few boyfriends I had. But I don't think I'm bad looking either. I'm about '5'6" in height, caramel colored skin, short hair down the back of my neck that is black with honey blonde highlights. I'm rather chunky with rather small boobs for that weight, just a B cup. I've been told my facial features are rather cute, however.
I always hoped for a man, specifically a white man--which I am into--to notice me. But I would have given everything not to have been noticed in this way by two truly horrible white men, both nothing like anything I ever wanted, who broke into my house half a year ago.
This is how it started. The sun had just gone down on an early and mild autumn evening as I sat at my computer desk in the middle room of the modest house I rented. I was answering some email and not paying much attention to anything around me. That proved to be a huge mistake.
I was dressed casually, in a drab red top with grey sweatpants. I had on a regular bra and panties under them. This was what I wore to work, and so I had it on when I got home from my job at the mall. My hair was back in a small ponytail. As I typed away on answering an email from a colleague whom I was really hoping to eventually date, I didn't notice my front door being quietly opened.
There wasn't a secure lock on the door, and one of them used a credit card to gently but effectively jimmy open the lock. The two stepped in with a surprising degree of silence as I sat there typing. I noticed them for a second in the large mirror that was on the wall a few feet to my left just before they did what came next.
What happened was this: I noticed one of them had what looked like one of those ninja blo guns, or some type of tube that appeared to be made of wood, in his mouth. He swiftly puffed out a tiny dart that stuck into the skin directly where the back of my neck started. It barely went a fraction of an inch into the back of my neck just beneath my skull. The second it penetrated the fast-acting drug coating the tip went into effect and I was immediately paralyzed in that sitting position, my hands still resting on my keyboard.
I had read about some type of paralysis drug being invented a while back in Japan that had fallen into the hands of certain individuals all across the world, including here in the United States through the black market. After this occurred one of the men quietly shut my front door while the other walked up to me and carefully removed the dart from my skin.
I was fully conscious, but I couldn't... fucking... move. All of my involuntary functions were operating, including my ability to blink. But I was not able to move any part of myself other than my eyes. I began to panic, and my eyes started to tear up, but that did nothing for my situation.
"Is she under?" one of them, a lanky white guy with a scruffy beard and unkempt hair, asked.
"Yeah, I think she is," the other one, a fat, balding, and shorter guy answered as he put his hand on my shoulder and shook me.
I winced in horror, as I noticed that he kept looking down the front of my shirt. And I couldn't move any part of me to block his ability to get a view. Which means that he likely saw part of my bra cups and the small bit of my boobs that were sticking out of them.
"Good," the first one said. "Are you sure she won't be getting any visitors this weekend? Any besides us, that is?"
"She won't," the fat one replied. "I checked her schedule after hacking into her email account. It's fucking awesome that you got ahold of this paralyzing drug!"
"I got my ways of doing shit, just like you got yours," the taller one responded. "I'm gonna walk around the house and see what's what in here. And to figure out where we're gonna sleep and shit."
"You do that," the fatter one said as he smiled and looked at me. "Jocylen here will keep me company while you're looking around."
As the first one walked into another part of my house the fatter one put his chunky hands on my shoulders and started rubbing them. I cringed as much as my paralyzed body could, since I realized what was about to start happening.
"Hello there, Jocylen," he whispered in my left ear. "Ya know, you're sorta cute." Then he started putting his tongue inside of the canal, wriggling it around inside and moving it around the outer part.
He then kissed on my neck a bit before pulling the front of my top forward and looking down my shirt.
"Oh, wow," he said quietly to himself. "I love the color of your skin, by the way. I'd like to see some more of it... whether you mind or not."
The red shirt I had on was pretty loose, so he pulled it down off my shoulders and then slipped the shoulder straps of my bra down, exposing a good amount of my mocha-colored skin. He moaned in pleasure at the sight and started first feeling and rubbing all over my exposed shoulders and then kissing all over them like crazy.
My eyes started really tearing in revulsion as he soon planted his lips against mine, giving me a one-sided passionate kiss like I had never experienced as a willing participant. He started kissing all over my face, lips, and exposed shoulders like a madman while plunging a hand down the front of my shirt and squeezing my small boobs over the bra cups.
I wanted to scream, but I obviously couldn't. I gained a short reprieve after the taller guy walked back into the room.
"Glad you're having fun with our host for the weekend," he said. His friend initially ignored him and kept kissing and squeezing all over everything on me. This frustrated his partner a bit. "Hey, Pike! Earth to Pike!"
Finally, Pike halted what he was doing and turned around. "What do you want, Lance? Can't you see I'm busy here?"
"Give me just a minute," Lance replied. "I looked around the place. It's a small house. The bad news is there's just one bedroom. But the good news is it has a large bed, and it should be big enough for you, me... and her."
Pike grinned as my heart sank and my eyes opened wide with horror. "Oh, man, that sounds awesome! Obviously, Jocylen here is gonna sleep in the middle. If we don't keep her awake all night, that is. Heh."
Lance smiled back. "You can continue getting to know Jocylen a bit better in here for a while, as I've got some calls to make. After I'm done, you can bring her to bed. I doubt she'll still be in her clothes by then."
"Ha! Ha!" was Pike's response as my heart sank further and I started undergoing an anxiety attack. "You have fun talking business on the phone while I take care of other business in here."
Lance walked out of the room again as Pike lifted me out of my computer chair and set me in a standing position in the middle of my living room. The paralysis effect I was undergoing was so strong that I could be left standing up without help.
