The Greek Alphabet Thieves

Mark's Story

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My wife was an ordinary woman. It fits, since I am an ordinary man. Sometimes extraordinary circumstances show us, however, of what people are really made. What happened on last July 16 was one of those times.

My wife Stephanie came home from work in a good mood. "There's a new guy at work. He's nice, and he helped me today," she said. "It will be a big difference to have him on our team."

"Is he good looking?" I asked. I always ask that. This was the third new man she had recently come home talking about. It took me a while to remember the names of the other two. They were Jim and Shane.

"Dreamy," Stephanie said. "But don't worry darling. I made it clear I'm married and not interested." She had said similar things about the other two men as well.

"He already came onto you?" I asked. "On his first day?"

"I think he has a weakness for big boobs, you know? He was staring at mine every chance he got. He tried to be subtle about it, but..."

"What did you do?" I asked. "What's his name?"

"He has a strange name. Never heard it before. Brenton."

"What did you do?" I asked again.

"I went to the ladies and removed my bra. What else could I do?"

"Isn't that like pouring gasoline onto a fire?" I asked.

"Yes, of course it is. That's the point. He became too embarrassed to look. He was seeing too much!" Stephanie said.

Clearly, she was proud of her stratagem. I considered it to be idiotic. "He had to look away whenever I bent over, since without a bra he could see the girls in all their glory, now, couldn't he?" she added.

Stephanie bent over to show me. I said hello to the girls, nipples and all. "After that he only looked at my butt, according to Marcia."

"You're not wearing panties today, either, are you Stephanie?" I said. It was not really a question. "Did you bend over deeply?" Her skirt was so short little to nothing would be concealed by a deep bend, especially if she kept her knees locked.

"Guilty as charged," she said, and she giggled. "Are you going to do something about it? I am horny as hell from all of my teasing today!"

I did something about it. I took her right there in the living room, in full view of our front walk. I just lifted her short skirt and plunged on in. Steph moaned up a storm and I loved it. Steph is not a shy girl.

They came to the house a few days later. They surprised me and tied me up as they wandered about, taking what they wanted and putting the items in a 30-gallon trash bag. They wore face masks and referred to themselves as Alpha, Beta, and Gamma.

They were still there when Stephanie came home. It had been another good day at work even if the new guy had called in sick. She spent the day teasing some of the men there who were not new. She entered horny as hell and by the time she got to the stairs, calling my name, she had shed her blouse and was wearing just her short skirt. I figured she was probably commando under the skirt, too. That's her style when she is in tease mode.

Her skirt is so short that if one is below her on the stairs when she is commando, one gets an eyeful. Stephanie is a Grade A Tease.

She saw me gagged and tied to a chair in our bedroom. "Kinky, eh? That's what you want? Usually it's the woman who gets tied up, isn't it? And usually she's naked. This is new for you. I like it! Hey Mark, whatever floats your boat!" Stephanie began to dance in front of me to tease me in my state of bondage. "Say, how did you do it? How did you tie yourself up like that? It's pretty impressive."

"You know, I would not mind being the one bound," my wife continued. This was a surprise. I had never even suspected she was kinky in that way. "You'd have to tie me up, though. We could buy some sex play constraints. I like where this is going!"

"I never thought about it before, but the idea turns me on," she said to me as I was desperately trying to warn her. "It's also better, I'm sure, when you are naked, Mark. Why are you fully dressed? Even your cock is not out. What were you thinking?"

When they burst in Steph had just dropped her skirt and was dancing for me naked, and just beginning to play seductively with herself. She was turned on by her misinterpretation that we were going to have kinky sex. She saw the three masked men and she screamed. I think her scream shattered my eardrums, and the thieves were holding their ears.

Stephanie looked at me. She was sitting in a chair across from me, now also freshly bound. She had not been gagged and of course the thieves had left her there naked. She was lucky she had not been raped. The Alpha thief had settled for a blowjob. Stephanie has a talented mouth, that's for sure. She blew him right in front of me. She had no choice.

The thieves had trouble keeping their eyes from my wife's bound and naked body. Bound like that and naked she was a sexy sight. She was irresistible if you ask me. The Greek Alphabet Thieves added her blouse and skirt to their 30-gallon size garbage bag of our valuables.

I had read about the Greek Alphabet Thieves, as they were called in the local media. They had performed a series of burglaries in the county and there were rumors about what happened to the women of the homes had they been present during the burglaries. The rumors were, of course, that unpleasant things happened. Usually the women were raped.

"Shall we take her with us, too?" the Beta thief asked the Alpha thief. He was practically drooling with his eyes fixated on my wife's body.

"Are you nuts? That's kidnapping. That's hard time if we're caught," the Gamma thief said.

"Well, she's mighty fine. You got a blowjob, Alpha, but Gamma and I got nothing from that fine piece of ass," Mr. Beta said.

"Rape is hard time too, you morons," Mr. Gamma said.

"Maybe she's willing? We could ask her?" Alpha said.

"With her husband right there? How could she ever agree?" Beta said.

"Good point. Guys, carry her down to their other bedroom and close the door. Ask her nicely, now. I'll stay here with hubby. When one of you is done, come over here and relieve me, okay?" Alpha said.

"You got it, boss," Beta said, and he and Gamma carried off my naked and bound wife to our other bedroom, closing the door behind them.

Alpha entertained me by telling me about the differences in people's reactions when they robbed them, and of all the women who had put out for them. No raping needed, either, he bragged.

"The women were under duress. They were scared. What would happen to them or to their loved ones if they had not put out?" I parried. Alpha had removed my gag.

"Well now, you raise a good point. Not much, I guess. Maybe a little roughness, you know, a few broken bones and all, but nothing life threatening. The women who said no, though, those bitches got what was coming to them, that's for sure," he said.

"What was that?" I asked, now even more scared for my wife.

"Not death. We never killed anyone. No worries there, mate. But sometimes..." he stopped when we heard my wife scream. I knew that scream only too well. He did not. He got worried.

The wait was tense. All was quiet. After around five long minutes we heard footsteps. Beta came in. "You can go now. I'm done," Beta said. He had a big smile. "I guess you get her every night, huh?" Beta said, looking at me with a huge sneer on his face. "She's fine. Mighty fine. Wow." Alpha left. I could see through his clothes he had a huge erection. The man was hung.

Beta was not garrulous and we did not talk. I kept staring at him, knowing he had just enjoyed my wife. Worse, he had made her cum. It's true that she cums easily but hearing her scream out her orgasm like that due to another man, and in our own home, well I was plenty mad.

Half an hour later Gamma came into the room I was being held in, grinning the grin of the mentally ill. At least, that's what it seemed like to me. He and Beta could not get over my wife. Beta was saying, "I tell you, the way her pussy grabs your cock, geez, man, you ever fucked a bitch like her before?"

"No, she's one of a kind. Really special. I tell you she's a fine piece of ass."

"You got that right," Gamma replied. "Brenton is going to really enjoy fucking the daylights out of her."

"She ain't got any daylights left. After you and me, her daylights are all done and gone for the night," Beta said, and both men laughed uproariously.

I thought about this. Stephanie used to tell me, at my request, stories of her sexual past from before I met her. My favorite had been her gangbang story, when several men fucked her, one after the other. It had been at a frat party, and she had gotten drunk and lost a bet. The cost of losing was giving herself to the three college men. She told me she had loved it. She had to pretend not to have loved it, however, to keep a thread of decency to her reputation. That story had always made me hot.

Hey. Had Gamma called Alpha by the name Brenton? Wasn't that the name of the "dreamy" new guy at work? Holy shit. What was going on? I stayed quiet even though my brain was exploding with this information.

I wasn't an idiot and I knew my wife was always truthful. She would never cheat. It was just not possible for her. I knew too, however, that she was showing off hints of her charms to these new guys at work and teasing them to distraction. My wife loved to tease. That's how I fell for her originally. Could this robbery have been planned just to enjoy having sex with my wife? Could people even think that way?

I had met my wife at a party. As I said earlier, she was nothing special and neither was I. When I say she was nothing special it is not to say she was ugly. Far from it! She had a nice face, good hair, and a shapely body. Her boobs were a bit on the large size, her legs were just long enough to reach the ground, and she had curvy hips just like any other 22-year-old woman would. She gave a pretty effect.

What was unusual about my wife was her love of teasing. She did not tease with hints of what was underneath her clothes. My wife teased with her mouth and her mind. Okay, sometimes she teased with some forbidden shows of skin, too. Taking off her bra at work the other day is a case in point.

Alpha had left to enjoy himself with my wife Stephanie's body and he had to be done with her by now. A long time had passed since Beta and Gamma had definitively left. Had Alpha left, too? If so, where was Stephanie? Was she bound and gagged, too?

They left me tied up but my gag was off. I called out to Stephanie repeatedly until I was hoarse. No response. I was truly scared they had hurt her. I knew she was putting out for them. That was obvious. I did not blame her for that, given the options. Since she put out they were supposed not to harm her, or to harm me. Could a thief lie? To ask the question is to reveal I'm an idiot.

I was worried sick like that for over two hours, scared out of my mind while there was silence in the apartment. At last I heard a toilet flush and water running in the sink. Stephanie had dressed herself and she came into my room. She untied me. I wanted to lambaste her for driving me insane with worry but she had just suffered three back to back rapes so I did not.

I wanted to ask, "Are you okay?" but I knew that was precisely the wrong thing to do. What could she say? Of course she was not okay!

Instead I simply said, "I'm ordering a car to take you to the hospital." Since we live in New York we do not have a car. At the hospital Stephanie had the rape kit workup, the whole kit and caboodle, but she refused to lodge a complaint with the police. It was then I began to wonder if she also knew that Alpha was actually Brenton?

We skipped dinner. Neither of us were hungry. We were both lost in thought. I worked backwards from Stephanie's cries of ecstasy while being raped. She had three of them. Two were with Alpha, one was with Beta, and none were with Gamma. There had been three "dreamy" new men she had teased to distraction. Could this robbery possibly have been staged just to get sexual revenge on Stephanie for all of her teasing? I wondered.

Stephanie's Story

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The men took me to the bedroom. I was already naked and they tied me spread eagle to the bed. The first one, Beta, stripped off his clothes and I saw his erection. I knew I was getting wet. I should explain.

My husband Mark does not know this but one of my fantasies is for masked men to come into my home, strip me naked, tie me up, and repeatedly fuck me over and over again. Yes, damn it, it's a rape fantasy. Please don't judge me. Lots of women have rape fantasies! It does not mean that they want to be raped. Far from it.

Yet here it was. My most erotic fantasy evolving right in front of me. I knew this was wrong. I should be resisting! On the television show Law and Order SVU Detective Benson often tells the shamed rape victims who did not resist that they did good. They did what one's supposed to do: They survived. I wanted to survive. I did not want to be maimed and I did not want to die.

Anyway, I had no choice, now did I? Before I knew it, they had overpowered me and tied me to my own bed. I was already naked since I thought I had been seducing my husband Mark. They tied me to my very own marital bed. The bed where I make love with Mark. The bed where some day I'd like to conceive a child. I felt sick. Well, here I was. It was a fait accompli. What am I going to do about it? Getting wet and not torn up inside by their vicious cocks seemed like a smart plan if a girl could swing it. This girl could swing it.

I was going to have my dream gangbang, which would actually be my fantasy gangrape, and nobody on Earth would ever think to condemn me for it. No, I would get all the sympathy in the world. That's why when Beta stuck his short, thick cock inside me he reacted with delighted surprise at my pussy's warm and loving welcome to his cock. Not only was I turned on by the situation, but Gamma was watching, too. Being watched while fucking was another one of my unrealized fantasies!

I used to tell Mark about my gangbang fantasies, but one time I had lied and told him it had actually happened to me when I was in college and lost a bet. My telling of that fantasy, pretending it was a reality in my past, always got Mark as hard as a rock and led to great sex. So I kept telling him it as if it had been true. It was all lies though. It had never happened. Now it was actually happening! Was this some sort of cosmic justice?

I climaxed within the first minute of the fuck I was so turned on. Beta smirked when I came. I knew he was feeling all macho and superior but it was not him nor his ugly cock. It was the situation. Beta then doubled the speed and pounded my small, fragile, big boobed body while Gamma reached in and tormented my nipples. I screamed when my second climax overtook me. That was the scream Mark and Alpha heard. Probably the neighbors heard it too. The neighbors must be used to my sexual screams. They are not unusual.

Beta pulled out and shot his load into my mouth. Well, he tried to do that. Some men are bad at aiming their ejaculate. I got it mostly all over my face and some in my hair. Then before I could even catch my breath Gamma was entering me, replacing Beta. This was exactly the scenario of my gangrape fantasy.

I once wrote down my gangrape fantasy. I let Marcia read it. Marcia and I are close. That's neither here nor there, but this was all so eerily close to my fantasy it makes a girl wonder, you know? She was supposed to destroy the pdf after she read it. What if she had not? What if she had shared it with someone, with Alpha for example?

Well those are just idle thoughts. I was being fucked and that was more immediate in my consciousness. Gamma was not much of a fuck. No screaming necessary. Don't get me wrong, I still enjoyed it and I kissed his chest when it was close and I rose to meet his thrusts to the extent my bonds allowed me to. I moaned too and I was not faking it. Why fake it with a rapist?

Okay, there are reasons to fake it with a rapist. They can hurt you, even kill you. It makes sense to try to keep them happy. Of course, they might be misogynists who want you to suffer so all this is delicate fine tuning but my read was that they just wanted to fuck me, so I complied and if it felt good well then, I did not hide it.

Then came Alpha. That freaked me out. Brenton has a small birthmark on his neck. It's miniscule but I happened to notice it when I was teasing him. Alpha had the exact same birthmark. That meant Alpha was Brenton, and Brenton was raping me. He was robbing us, tying up Mark, and now he was raping me.

I was being robbed and raped by my dreamy looking co-worker? How is that even possible? For the record Brenton had the best cock and he really knew how to rape a girl. God, it was good. His fuck was not only the best of Alpha, Beta, and Gamma, but it was one of the all-time best of my life! I think I had three climaxes. He reduced me to a puddle of hormones.

Of course, I did not let on that I knew it was Brenton. They were wearing masks and I would be unmasking them and they might kill us. Who knew what would happen were I to do that? I began to wonder if Beta and Gamma were also colleagues. How could I work with these men if they had all raped me? How could I not, since then they might suspect?

I looked for identifying marks on their bodies and I studied their eyes. The face masks hid the rest of their faces. I did see a small tattoo on Beta's hand. For Gamma I found nothing, unless you count the mole at the base of his cock. However no matter who he actually I hoped never to see the base of his cock again!

After Alpha finished with me I just lay there and thought things through. I had a plan. I knew I could not share my idea with Mark, but I thought it might work. My plan was simple. I would learn who the friends of Brenton were. I would then seduce all three of them, one at a time, fucking their shitty little brains out. If I were lucky I could do all three at once and get it over with in one marathon session. Then I'd be compromised and have to transfer out to another group, or even change jobs.

I finally went to the other room and untied Mark. He took me to the hospital and we were both treated for shock and I had the "added fun" of being treated for rape.

Brenton's Story

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I hate these bitches who cock tease constantly. Stephanie is one of those. Jim and Shane work in the same department and they're my buddies. They got me hired. They hate the way Stephanie cock teases, too. I put the question to them and they all agreed. Our next target would be Stephanie's place and we would fuck the shit out of that bitch. She had a body that would not quit and it would be fun, and profitable, too. I made the plans and we carried it out. It went smooth as silk.

The only issue was that we all three wanted to do Stephanie again. That bitch is wild in the sack! We knew it was not possible, but many a wank went to the fantasy of taking another go at that amazing pussy, watching those perfectly formed breasts bouncing around as we pounded the little bitch.

It turns out we were all wrong. Stephanie is not a cock tease. Or rather she is, but she backs up her teasing! Who would have thought that? She got me to do her in the mail room after closing. She did Jim in the car park garage, and she did Shane in the women's room where they have a little bed a woman can rest on if it's her time of month. She fucked us all of her own free will! In fact, it was her idea all three times!

Shane said she loved playing with his mole at the base of his cock while she was blowing him. Then she fucked his brains out.

She must have known we were mates because one time she suggested the four of us go out for beers after work. She called her husband and told him she had to work late. We went to a sports bar close to work.