Well it had been a long week & it was finally Friday afternoon and I was enjoying the "Drive Time" music on the radio as I drove back home with the whole weekend planned out before me.
I called in at the local shops to pick up some beers & a Chinese takeaway for an easy dinner, typical Friday night fare. The smell of the hot food made me very hungry on the way home.
On arriving home I parked the car around the back of the house, instead of leaving it on the front drive as usual, as I planned to do some work on it on Saturday morning. Flicking on the lounge lights I put the chinky in the microwave to warm it up again while I put a music DVD on the TV & opened a beer. What a relaxing way to start the weekend - Peking duck with ginger & pineapple, washed down with a couple of cold beers while watching a Bruce Springsteen concert.
About 9pm I felt myself nodding off, not too surprising after a long hard week & three cold beers, so I thought I'd head off to bed for an early night as I didn't want to wake up stiff & cold on the sofa in a couple of hours time.
It didn't feel like I'd been asleep more than a few minutes when I woke up & looked at the bedside clock, but it was just gone midnight. Before I had chance to turn over & go back to sleep I noticed the indicator lights on the wall mounted burglar alarm panel change - odd. Normally I set the alarm on the dark winter nights, but tonight I had been too knackered & a little pissed to do it on the way to bed. As I watched I saw the lamps change between the zones for my den & the lounge, I even thought I heard some movement. Slipping quietly out of bed I picked up the baseball bat I keep under the bed for just such as eventuality and quietly opened the bedroom door & listened. I could hear some movement in the den & the sound of my CD cases being moved. As I moved down the hallway I could see a slight glow of light from a torch. Raising the bat I slowly put my head around the doorframe. Inside the den I could see the shadow of someone helping themselves to my DVD's & CD's.
'Thieving fucker,' I thought as I slowly & silently moved into the den. Once I was clear of the door & about a metre from the kid's back I swung the baseball bat catching him across the side of the head and down he went, dropping the DVD cases as he hit the carpet.
"Stitch that you thieving fucker," I said out loud, as anger started to envelop me. I raised the bat again in case he was likely to get up. I carefully kicked his legs to see if he was still conscious. Then was no movement or sound so I hit him hard in the ribs with the bat to make sure & also to feel a bit better myself.
Once I knew I was now safe, I thought, 'Now what.'
I thought I'd better secure him to stay safe, so I went into my bedroom to get a couple of leather belts to secure his arms & legs.
As I started back out of the bedroom I heard a faint whisper "Phil?"
I stood stock still & listened harder.
"Phil?"
"Phil?" a little louder this time but just audible.
I heard the front door creek a little, "Phil?"
It sounded like woman's voice. Then there was a faint sound of movement across the lounge.
'Shit, I've left the baseball bat alongside Phil,' I thought to myself.
I could just make out movement that entered the den as I started moving quickly down the corridor.
"PHIL!" the voice said in shock as I entered the den behind her. Before she had time to bend down to Phil, I rabbit punched her in the back of lower head & she collapsed in a heap like a sack of spuds on top of Phil.
'For fuck's sake' I thought, 'so much for a quiet night in by myself'
What weird thoughts you can have in some moments such as this.
I had no more belts left so I got the first aid kit out from under the sink & removed three triangular bandages to tie her hands, knees & feet, before tying Phil up with the two leather belts.
'How many more of the thieving fuckers are there?' I thought to myself.
After putting on some clothes I worked my way to the front door without putting on any lights & headed outside to see if there was anyone else lurking about. I found an estate car parked out on the road that I didn't recognise & there didn't seem to be anyone else knocking about on the street or in my garden.
Getting back inside my home I found the front door had been jemmied open with a nail bar, breaking the door frame around the lock strike plate. Closing the curtains in each room before finally turning on some lights I went to take a look at my two 'guests'.
Thankfully they were still out cold, so I thought I had better check them over. Grabbing the woman by her feet I dragged her out into the lounge before bending down to tilt her head back to check her pulse, breathing & airway. Once sure she was safe I took my first look at Phil.
Phil was a wiry little fucker, who looked like shit, with blood matted hair above his ear. Grabbing a towel from the bathroom I placed it under his head as I didn't want his blood on the carpet, before I checked his ABC's and ensured he was in a suitable position not to choke. I didn't want a corpse but I didn't really give a shit if he was seriously injured or not. If he hadn't come into my home uninvited then he wouldn't have been injured. "Tough shit, shit head" I said out loud, finally able to give vent to my feelings as the tension of the last 10 minutes started to ease off my mind & body.
"Now what do I fucking do?" I questioned myself.
Grabbing a chair I sat behind the prone figure of the woman & contemplated on what to do next. If I rang the Police I would probably get arrested for injuring the thieving bastards. Knowing the stupidity of the liberal justice system I would probably get a couple of years prison time and they would get let off with a couple of hundred hours of community service. I could just picture the face of their defence lawyer reducing the judge to tears explaining that they were deprived as children & hence their need to steal now. I could also see me being painted as the bad bastard who beat up these two defenceless thieves. So much for justice.
"So if I don't want to involve the Police what do I do?" I asked myself out loud.
If I just let them go I would probably be looking over my shoulder forever and a day in case they came back for revenge.
As I mulled this over in my mind & looked for other options, I started to take in the form of the bound unconscious woman lying on my carpet in front of me. Shit she had a nice figure. She was dressed in tight jeans & a black sweater with shoulder length dark hair, but what struck me most was the lovely shape of her arse in her tight jeans. My cock started to twitch a little as I admired her body.
Not being able to come to any decision on what to do with them, I crouched down to take a closer look at the woman. She looked late twenties or maybe early thirties with a good looking face & nice red lips. Pushing her more onto her side I could see her black sweater was a V neck showing her lower neck, upper chest & the start of her cleavage. She felt nice & smelt of warm sweet perfumed woman. So what the fuck was she doing breaking into my home with Phil.
She was still out cold, so I decided to run my hands over her tight arse. Fuck she felt good as I forced my hand between her tied thighs to rub her crotch through the denim.
'Fuck it,' I thought, 'she shouldn't be in my home, so I can do what I want.'
With that thought I rolled her onto her back to get a better look at her, taking care to ensure her head was on one side & her airway stayed clear. It looked as if she had 34 to 36C breasts under her sweater. Running my hand over her chest I figured probably 36C.
Fuck I was getting horny as I groped her some more with no response from her passive body. This was outrageous, but shit; I guessed I was entitled as they were uninvited guests in my home, so they had no rights as far as I was concerned. You could call it 'natural justice' - now there is a thought.
After spending a couple more minutes massaging her breasts through her sweater I was as horny as hell and I wanted more of this beauty lying beneath my kneading hands. Maybe throwing commonsense out of the window I reached under her arm pits & started to drag her down the hall to my bedroom.
As I dragged her she started to groan, tough shit, now we were in my bedroom & I dumped her on the bed.
Leaving her on her side, I climbed on the bed alongside & facing her I started to kiss her face, exploring the warmth & softness of her lovely features. Moving my hand down onto her fantastic denim wrapped arse I started to grope her beautiful form while still kissing her face. This extra stimulation of her senses started to bring her round so I transferred my hand to her breasts so it was close to her mouth when she finally came around. As her eyelids started to flicker I put my free hand over her mouth & gave her cheek a couple of fairly stiff slaps to bring her round fully.
Her eyes went wide in panic & her body stiff against her bonds as she finally regained consciousness & her eyes spun around taking in my ceiling before trying to scream.
With my other hand I squeezed hard on one of her breasts to get her attention as I informed her "You man Phil is out cold in a locked room unable to help you or answer your screams, so don't bother fighting me."
The look of hurt, panic & despair in her eyes made me laugh.
"You are going to pay for breaking into my home, and it won't be through the police or the courts. Lets just call it natural justice, and you are going to serve your sentence. How you serve your sentence will just be like in prison - you fight against it and it will be hard & brutal. Do you understand me so far?"
For a long time she just stared at me trying not to blink.
Giving her cheek a firm slap I asked again, "Do you understand me?"
This time she blinked & nodded her head.
"Like prison you are confined without any chance of escape. And also like prison you can get time off your sentence for good behaviour." I informed her, "Now I am going to take my hand off your mouth and if you scream at any time I will beat you senseless & take the most brutal form of natural justice you could ever imagine. Now are you going to behave & serve your sentence well?" I asked in a gruff voice.
Looking extremely frightened, she nodded yes.
I slowly released her mouth & she lay still.
"Now you lay still & quiet when I get up and let you recover & understand your new circumstances. Do you understand me?"
She nodded slowly, but immediately.
I got off the bed & dragged my chest of drawers across the closed bedroom door so she couldn't make a quick dash for freedom if she somehow over powered me or kicked me in the balls over the coming hours.
"What about Phil?" she asked in quiet desperation.
"Well that depends on you & how you serve your sentence if you catch my drift. The more you look after me the more time you get off your sentence. You could be here an hour, all night or all weekend; the choice is yours." I informed her.
She took this in.
"What do I have to do to get to Phil?" she pleaded with tears brimming in her eyes.
I rubbed my crotch and said to her horror "You have made me as horny as fuck and I want some compensation for the damage you have done."
"We can pay for the door," she cried.
I laughed long & hard.
"It isn't that simple or that easy, I want something more basic than money, I want you."
She looked at me in total despair.
"No," she pleaded.
I laughed again.
"Like I said this can be hard or easy, take your pick?" I smiled as I continued "The hard way through your sentence is leaving you tied up as I rip down your jeans & plunder your pussy or maybe even your arse if it is easier to get to with your legs being tied."
She looked absolutely horrified as I continued, "Alternatively you can willingly submit to my pleasure and you will get to your Phil sooner to help him."
