He knew the house well by now, even in the dark. it was perfect for his purposes, set back from the road and just far enough away from any inquisitive neighbours. He had already packed his car with their valuables and now he sat in the kitchen, drinking a beer from the fridge and waiting for the real treasures to arrive. For his plans didn't only involve robbing them of their possessions; no, he was going to have fun tonight and he was thoroughly looking forward to it.
He had first noticed the mother, Susan, at the local supermarket. She obviously hadn't paid any attention to him, the kind of woman who was used to men staring at her or, to be more precise, staring at her breasts. He figured they weren't much more than a 34C in size but on her small five feet two fame they looked much larger. Her eighteen year old daughter, Sophie, was with her and she had obviously inherited her mother's curves although she still seemed to be growing in to them. Following them home that day and on subsequent occasions he discovered that there was only the two of them plus the man of the house, Joe, an average guy of late thirties. The whole family would be home tonight and he intended to have fun with all three of them.
The first to come bouncing through the door was Sophie, happy and excited as any eighteen year old could possibly be. They had been to choose the long-awaited puppy that her parents had promised her for her birthday and now she knew exactly what it looked like. The fact that it hadn't been old enough for it to be separated from its mother was a slight disappointment but all the way home she had talked incessantly about her new pet.She was so caught up in the anticipation of finally having her own pet that she didn't even notice the light on in the kitchen as she ran in to raid the fridge. She did however notice the strange man sitting at the table, drinking her daddy's beer and smiling at her.
"Hello, Sophie. I've been waiting some time to finally make your acquaintance."
Before she could say anything the man had stood up and suddenly grabbed her, spinning her around, pulling her young body tight against his own and clamping a strong hand over her mouth. Sophie was terrified enough by this shocking turn of events but she was absolutely horrified when she saw the man pick up a gun from the table and felt him press it to the side of her head.
"Let's go and meet your mother and father, Sophie, and we can all get to know each other a bit better."
With that he marched her back through to the living room just as her parents were closing the front door behind them. When they saw their beloved daughter in the hands of the intruder there were shocked for a moment before Joe made to lunge at the stranger. He stopped in his tracks when the man levelled the gun at his head and backed off a little. None of them knew the gun was unloaded; all they knew was that they were more scared than they had ever been before.
"That's better, Joe. Now let me introduce myself. My name is Alex and if everyone does as they are told then no one will be hurt. You may even enjoy yourself before the night is out. Now, Susan, are you wearing stockings or tights?"
Susan could only stare at the stranger as he asked his rude question. There was no way she was going to answer until Alex turned the gun back to Sophie's head and tapped it against her daughter's skull.
"Stockings," she mumbled, embarrassed beyond belief to be talking about her underwear in front of her daughter.
"Excellent. Why don't you slide them off and you can use them to tie Joe to the stair bannister.? I'm sure he won't mind because if he does then little Sophie here is the one who will suffer."
Susan knew she had no choice but to do as she was told. She couldn't take the chance of this monster hurting their precious daughter but she was furious with her husband for not intervening.
"Do something, Joe," she whispered to him as she turned her back on the intruder, not wanting to allow him the chance of watching her raise her dress and rolling her black stockings down her legs.
"What do you expect me to do?" Joe whispered back as he meekly stepped back to the bannister and allowed his wife to secure his arms to the wooden rails, her stockings digging in to his wrists as she furiously tied them tighter than they probably needed to be. "
"Well done, everyone. Now, Sophie, go to your mother."
Alex forcefully pushed the girl into the waiting arms of Susan and walked over to where Joe stood, bound and useless. Pointing the gun at his captive's head he turned to the two women as they stood trembling in each other's arms.
"Susan, raise your skirt please."
There was a pleading in the older woman's eyes as she begged her tormentor not to make her do this.
"Please don't make me do this, not in front of my daughter. Let her wait upstairs and I will do anything you ask."
"Yes, you will, Susan," he replied, tapping the gun mean meaningfully against Joe's temple. "But let me be quite clear about this; I'm not asking, I'm telling. Now raise your skirt."
Susan hesitated for just another moment as she realised that she was about to show her underwear not only to her husband but also to a stranger who seemed to have them totally at his command. Even worse, however, was the fact that she was about to display her panties to her own innocent daughter. She couldn't think of anything more embarrassing and she couldn't possibly have guessed how embarrassed she was going to be before the night was through.
She always liked to wear sexy underwear even if her clothes were normally more conservative than Joe would have liked. Today was no exception. As she slowly, reluctantly, raised her skirt above her knees she revealed to her audience that she was wearing a very sexy pair of black French knickers. For all her distress she could feel them cling to her pussy lips as she drew her skirt above them and hoped that no-one, especially Sophie, would be able to see the small damp patch that she could feel growing in her crotch.
