Sharnie padded down her drive towards her back gate. The sun shone down and she had a whole afternoon free. O.K. technically she should be in a lecture, but there were a lot better things for an eighteen year old girl to do on a hot spring afternoon than sit in a room listening to maths. So she had decided to skip her lecture and take the afternoon off. After all it was Friday, and the weekend was nearly here. She held her jacket over her arm as she walked feeling into the pocket to pull out her keys. She reached up to the gate, it swung slowly open .
Sharnie stopped looking at the gate as it swung open. It was supposed to be locked. There was only one reason why it would be open, someone was home. Sharnie silently cursed as she stood looking accusingly at the gate. Her plan for the afternoon was blown. It was not her mom as her car was not in the drive. That left either her Nan or her older brother. Either way she would have to go back to college for the afternoon. With luck she could persuade whoever it was that she had come home to grab something for college. Her nan would be easier to trick than her brother but as long as Sharnie did actually take something back with her even he would have to accept her lie.
With slower steps than before she walked through the gate and along the path to the back door. It was wide open and she quietly walked in to the kitchen. She was listening out to try and figure out who was home. The sounds coming from the sitting room did not help. Taking a deep breath she walked out of the kitchen into the sitting room with her mouth open. Ready to explain to whoever was home why she had come home. She froze staring into the room in shock. The normally pristine room was a shambles. All the cupboards had been opened and their contents scattered on the floor. The sofa cushions were flung across the room. Sharnie glanced around her mouth opening and closing in shock. Then a man walked into the room.
He was taller than Sharnie, and looked like he was somewhere in his twenties. His dark hair was stuffed under a battered looking baseball cap. He was holding one of her moms favourite vases. He glanced up and stopped as he saw Sharnie. Slowly he smiled, Sharnie felt a shiver of fear run down her spine. Dropping the vase he dived towards her. Sharnie did not run from him for some reason . Instead she watched as the vase slowly fell to the floor and shattered. Only then did she react but too late. The man grabbed her and dragged her into the room. She struggled against his grip but could do nothing to free herself.
"Get off me," She snapped. "What are you doing in my house?" The man ignored her as he pushed her down onto the sofa cushions.
"Hey get down here. I've found something," He shouted. Sharnie heard a noise upstairs. Seconds later footsteps pounded down the stairs. A second man entered the room. He was black, his skin almost ebony black. He was bigger than the first man, both in height and build. He glared at her when he saw her.
"What the fuck is she doing here?" He snarled to his companion, who shrugged.
"At a guess I'd say she's skiving off. Am I right?" The white man said glancing down at Sharnie. She did not answer but felt herself blushing. "I guess so," The man added with a knowing smile.
"That's great, you said we'd have the whole fucking house to ourselves all afternoon." His friend said.
"We should have but I guess blondie here wanted the afternoon off."
"So now what are we going to do?" Both of them stared at Sharnie who felt very nervous. "We can't fucking empty the place with her here."
"Why not?" His friend asked. "In fact we've got plenty of time." He dragged Sharnie up to her feet and looked her up and down. She suddenly wished she had put on less revealing clothes that morning. Her thin white blouse and short black skirt showed off too much of her slender figure.
"What do you mean?" His friend asked.
"It's about one, one thirty. Apart from her the house'll be empty until three."
"And?"
"It'll take us what, ten minutes to pack up?" The black man nodded slowly obviously grasping what his friends' meaning. "That gives us over an hour to have a little fun." Again they both looked at Sharnie but this time there was a more appraising manner to their gaze. Sharnie swallowed and felt how dry her throat had become.
"You sure, she looks a bit young?" The black man said.
"Hey I'm eighteen," Sharnie snapped.
"There you go from her own lips as well." The other man said. Sharnie bit her lip realising she had just put herself in trouble. But it was one of her personal hates when people thought she was younger than she was. Her Nan called her petite but Sharnie just felt she was to small. She was short and thin with small breasts that just filled a B cup bra. She had a small ass and long thin legs. It drove her wild with anger. The worst problem was nothing she did made any difference. It was not like she ate small portions, but no matter what she ate she did not fill out.
"Well if she's eighteen then that's alright." The black guy said now obviously checking her out. Sharnie tugged at the hem of her skirt self consciously, trying to pull it lower. She silently wished she had not left that extra button undone that morning. She could feel his gaze as he looked down at her small cleavage.
"Thought you might feel that way. I know how much you like fucking white girls." His friend said. Sharnie was shocked by the callous manner in which they were talking. She knew they were discussing fucking her against her will. But they did nothing to hide their comments or intentions from her.
