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This story contains descriptions of rape and sexual assault. This is purely a work of fiction and fantasy and does not condone any form of sexual harassment, assault, or rape. If you seriously want to rape somebody, you can rightly go fuck yourself and burn in hell. Enjoy :)
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Daniel stood at the foot of his bed looking down at his duffel bag. It contained every tool he would need: a long nylon rope, a black ski mask, gloves, a few rolls of duct tape, a taser, a ball gag, a knife, a vibrator, and a ring gag. Daniel was a burglar of a special kind. Not only would he rob his victims blind of their possessions but of their bodies too. His handiwork was reported frequently in the news and he terrified home owners across southern California. Tonight would be his tenth burglary in a brutal series of break ins around Beverly Hills and Los Angeles. A special accomplishment in his mind. Smiling to himself and filled with anticipation, he zipped up his tool kit and carried it to his car where he tossed it in the back seat and proceeded to pull out of the driveway.
Daniel had scoped out the place months in advance. It was a fancy cliff side mansion with a view of the ocean and sunset. The house was owned by a wealthy couple, Jack and Mary Carter, who had enough money from Jack's tech company to keep them rich and happy for the rest of their lives. Unluckily for them, Daniel was about to make their lives a lot less happy. They had a daughter too, he knew. A 19 year old hottie named Jenna who was a stereotypical preppy rich girl. Daniel first discovered his targets about three months ago when he spotted Jenna on the campus of a local private christian university and he couldn't take his eyes off of her. The young college freshman had shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and the prettiest bright blue eyes. She was wearing a cute black top and matching yoga pants that showed off her well toned ass. He tailed her home and he was amazed at the size of the place. The house was more like a mansion and was nestled nicely at the edge of a wealthy gated community. Daniel spent a few days investigating the perimeter and noting all the locations of the cameras. Soon enough he was ready to strike.
Pulling up along the curb at a nearby house, Daniel hopped out of his car and grabbed his tool kit from the back. As he crept swiftly through the streets and reached the side of the gated community, Daniel reminisced on his very first break in.
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Daniel Miller was 23 years old when he first started his career as a thief. He was in between jobs and living paycheck to paycheck. The apartment he lived in was poorly maintenance and his neighbors were from hell. Often times he would come home from a grueling 8 hour shift flipping burgers only to be distracted constantly by the sound of a couple fighting through the paper thin walls. One day he snapped and he finally had enough. Daniel needed to supplement his income to escape this hell hole and he decided burglary was the best course of action. Daniel was a fit guy and made an intimidating figure. He was 6' 0" and years of rock climbing in high school made him toned and muscular. Daniel decided that his strength and dexterity would work to his advantage to get in and out of places quick. Any trouble he ran into he was confident he could subdue. After a few days of indecision, he swallowed his fear and started to spy at a few houses near downtown.
His first victims were the small little suburban Perez family. They were an older couple with a young daughter and moderately sized upper middle class home. He first spotted the place when he saw a cute little Latina woman walking down the street. He tailed her home and admired her plump rear end through her yoga pants. When she arrived home, Daniel noted the secluded location of the house at the end of a cul de sac and its lack of any visible security systems. "It looks like I've found my first mark," Daniel thought to himself.
For the next month he stalked the Perez residence. He found out that the daughter's name was Sandra and that she worked at a local Starbucks in downtown Los Angeles. Sandra was only 18 years old, in her first year of university at UCLA, and studying for a music major. In his time spying on his targets, Daniel soon learned that her parents would be going on a little getaway for the weekend. Young, naive Sandra would be all alone for two whole days. With Sandra home alone it would be his perfect chance to strike without being caught. He had no doubts that he could subdue her and take his time snatching whatever he pleased.