They Took Everything

The following very dark story has themes of misogyny, non-consent sex, slavery, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.

"What's that noise?" Tiffany thinks to herself as she looks up from her pile of notebooks, textbooks, index cards and other school items spread out all over the dining room table.

As an eighteen-year-old college student, Tiffany has made it her goal in life to be top of every class. Because of this, she has to study every night for several hours. That's the only way to ensure she knows more than anyone else.

Studying every night is nothing new for Tiffany as this was her life in high school as well. She graduated top of her class and was voted "Queen Nerd," by her classmates because of it. They gave her this title because of the way she made sure everyone knew she was smarter than they were.

Her former classmates saw her as a friendless nerd that had no life. They never knew that she did have a solid group of friends outside of school and even a boyfriend for a time. That from time to time she would get unwind and do something crazy.

Tiffany looks around as she hears the scratching and clinking noise, not sure what it could be. She's currently alone in the huge house as tonight is her parents' date night. The last Thursday of every month is date night for her parents, but since her parents do very well in terms of money, date night for them is a short plane trip to New York to see a Broadway play then dine at some fancy restaurant.

They invited Tiffany to go along with them, but she declined as she knew she needs to study. So she is alone in the huge house until her parents return in the morning. This is the way she likes it as there are no distractions.

When the front door opens, Tiffany finally realized what the noise was; someone putting in the code in the lock on the front door. The house has a security system where all doors and windows can be opened with just a single code if needs be. And what she had been hearing was someone lifting up the panel's cover, then inputting the code to unlock the entire house.

Confused and unable to process what she is seeing, Tiffany watches as an older man walks through her front door and looks around. The older man steps in, where she concedes that she's never seen him before.

Her eyes focus on him, thinking how he's not the sort of guy her parents would have anything to do with. His long grey hair seems to be trying to hide the fact that he's bald on top. His frame is rather skinny, but at least not "meth head" sort of skinny. Instead he looks in good shape, so his sort of skinny is "likes to run too much" skinny. But he is old.

To add to the oddity of the man, he wears blue jeans, a grey shirt and a black leather jacket as if he's trying to be a greaser from the fifties. Even the vibe he gives seems to be like an old school street gangster, even if he's old enough to be a gangster grandpa.

"Well shit. You're here," the older man remarks in frustration upon seeing Tiffany sitting at the dining room table. He manages to say this before Tiffany can ask, "Can I help you?" as she didn't know what else to say at the strange scene.

"You...weren't supposed to be here," the older man tells Tiffany as if he's a teacher at school and she's gotten herself in trouble. There's clear frustration in his tone.

The older man calmly walks further into the house as if he owns the place. What Tiffany finds odd is that he doesn't look around to see if anyone else is here, nor does he try to be quiet. Just walks towards her calmly without a care in the world.

Still confused and stunned by this, Tiffany remains sitting at her dining room table, complete with pencil in hand as she was writing notes. The thought she is in mortal danger doesn't compute to her. In her mind, she thinks that this must be a mistake. That the man has to be in the wrong house, even if he knows the security code.

"You were supposed to go with your parents on their trip," the man tells Tiffany sternly. For just a brief moment Tiffany nearly says, "Sorry," in response by the way he says this.

"This is bad, young lady. Very bad. You always go with them. Oh, me, this is bad," the man says standing several feet from the table.

"Well, bad for you," the man concedes as if it doesn't bother him that much.

Right as he says this, three more men enter through the front door. Each one is dressed the same, blue coveralls with a name patch on the right side, as well as a baseball cap pulled down low. Tiffany can tell they are dressed as movers from a moving company for some reason.

"You know what to do. Start upstairs and work your way down. I'll handle this," the older man tells the "movers." He says this as they stop and look at Tiffany, each of them showing they were not expecting her to be here. At his calmness they proceed with what they came to do.

"What...what's going on?" Tiffany asks in a rather timid manner, still not able to comprehend what is going on. Her eyes follow the "movers" as they walk past her table to the staircase, where they go up to the second floor. The confident manner in which they do this makes her keep her mouth closed instead of shouting, "You can't go up there!"

"Would think that is clear. We're robbing the place," the older man tells Tiffany, making it seem like she's stupid for not catching on to this fact.

The older man sits on the edge of the huge wooden table now. His demeanor is still very calm which throws Tiffany off. It would be different if the guy was violent or yelling, but he's not. But Tiffany can't help but think by the way he sits on the edge of the table, that if this was a 90's TV movie, they would about to have a conversation about how bad drugs are.

"My associates and I are going to empty the place. Take everything of valuable. Been scoping the place out for a long time. That's how we knew tonight is date night, where your father takes you and his wife on some rich-asshole adventure," the older man explains.

"Oh," Tiffany replies, finally becoming scared. Her brain and emotions seem to unlock at the same time, pumping a great deal of extreme fear into her. So much that her body gets ice cold, and she considers herself terrified. It even makes her drop the pencil.

"Since you have seen my face, and my associates' faces, we can't just let you go, you know?" the older man explains, acting as if he's a tad bit embarrassed by this.

"I...I can lock myself in my room. Or just sit quietly and let you all work," Tiffany finds herself suggesting, her voice quivering a great deal.

Before today, Tiffany had never considered how she would act in an emergency like this. Now that it is happening, she is surprised that she's not breaking down crying like they show in movies and TV shows. That's what she figured she would do.

Instead some strange part of her takes over, forcing her to remain stoic and logical instead of letting her emotions drive her. Sure, she feels her intense emotions and how terrified she is, but her brain seems to have taken over, forcing everything else down. Tiffany considers this is because she knows it's her best way to remain living.

"Too late for that. And we both know if I allowed that, you would be able to tell the security system and bring all manner of cops here," the older man replies, waving off her idea. This makes Tiffany even more fearful as it means he knows about the security system. Knows that with a single code, it could bring the police.

"No, we have a two-option situation here," the older man tells Tiffany and it's in this moment that Tiffany wonders if the man jams out to 80's hair bands in his car when he drives. She has seen many older men like him doing just that, blaring the music loud enough you can hear it with your ear buds in.

"One, I can go ahead and end you. It'll be fast, painless and professional. Won't even mess up your face so it can be a nice funeral," the older man explains, like he would be doing Tiffany a favor by murdering her in such a manner.

"Or...two. We can take you with us and sell you as a sex slave," he says as if this isn't that big of a deal. That it is a normal deal that anyone gets offered a few times in life.

"E-E-Excuse m-m-me?" Tiffany asks, thinking she had to misheard him.

"You will be sold as property and no doubt raped countless times each day, but you never know. Homeland Security is getting better and better at tracking these days. There's a good chance they will find you before too long," the older man offers, making it sound like this sweetens this option.

"Those are your options as I can't have you walking free to give details about us," the older man states sternly, showing that he isn't in the mood to discuss the matter.

"Oh, and please, let's not have any struggling or begging. You're a smart girl. You know there's no point. It's annoying and we would just end you to be done with it," the older man adds, making it seem like he finds it very annoying when his victims complain or struggle.

A loud noise makes Tiffany look to the staircase. Coming down are two of the men carrying the large screen OLED TV from the Entertainment Room. The TV is well over a hundred inches, so it takes at least two men to carry due to the weight.

Seeing the men walking with the TV brings home how real this is for Tiffany. The men are really robbing the house. They are stealing her parents' things. This hammers home that she is in trouble. Real trouble. These men are criminals and are breaking the law. They are robbing her and her parents.

"Well?" the older man asks to bring Tiffany's attention back to him as the two men walk past with the TV as they head towards the front door.

"I...I..." Tiffany stammers, feeling like she may pass out from the sheer unbelievable-ness of this situation. Yet somehow, the logical part of her brain still remains in charge.

Like a math word problem, Tiffany's brain considers all variables of what is happening in order to see what she can and cannot do. First, she sees that she is outnumbered by four men and possibly more outside. Each man looks much stronger than her, even the druggie-looking old man so fighting isn't an option.

She then considers that each man probably has a weapon, so if she did try to run or fight, they would end her like the man said. But what if she could get a weapon to defend herself? That thought is laughable to her as there's no weapons in this house. Her father has no guns and the only other thing she can think of is a kitchen knife but there's no way to get to that now.

Each time Tiffany considers some possible plan to get out of this, such as speaking the code word to the house security AI, she freezes up. She knows that even if she manages to get the word out, there's no way the older man will let her say the follow up commands. Even then, he would no doubt kill her for having done so.

"Ok, then I guess I'll have to-" the older man says with a tone that suggests he doesn't want to do this. He then reaches his right hand behind his back as if to grab something.

"I...I can be a sex slave," Tiffany interrupts in an emotionless manner, much like telling a waiter her order for dinner.

When Tiffany tells him this, she can't believe her own ears. Her face pulses with heat as her body turns very cold. Never has she felt so scared or ashamed.

"Great! Makes things so much easier," the older man exclaims, making it seem like she picked the right choice.

"Plus, between you and I, makes me more money," the older man says leaning over as if the two of them are friends sharing a secret. For a moment Tiffany almost smiles as this is the normal response to such an action but stops herself.

"Let's get started. Sooner we do, sooner we can leave," the older man states, sliding off the edge of the table to stand as if getting to business.

"Need to make sure you can do as you are told then, which sex slaves have to do or things go badly for them," he explains to which Tiffany is in disbelief how causally he talks about such an evil action.

"Go head and stand. Take off all those clothes," the older man tells Tiffany, motioning to her from bottom to top.

Tiffany gulps. In her entire life, no one has ever said those words to her, "take off all your clothes." Even the times she has had sex before, her boyfriend never said anything like that. She then notices she's never even heard anyone say that in any movie she's seen.

Hearing him order her to remove her clothes makes Tiffany feel very strange. It's strange because it's not entirely a bad feeling. Tiffany understands that it triggers something sexual in her, causing her body to feel aroused. She also understands that it is happening at the worst possible time.

In the brief moment she thinks about it, Tiffany further realizes she's never had anyone be so dominant with her. In nearly all the dealings she has, she is in control. Even with her professors, for her professors understand she is the student and will ace whatever exams or projects they have. But with the older-meth-head-man, he makes her feel small and stupid. Like he's telling her that she's not allowed to have any dignity, and that's why she has to be naked.

"O-O-Ok," Tiffany replies and then slowly stands. As she does, the third man comes down the stairs, carrying the huge soundbar that was attached to the TV in the Entertainment Room. Like the others, he walks by and out the front door, the cords dragging behind him.

Standing, Tiffany's body betrays how scared she really is. She shakes uncontrollably, as if it is minus ten degrees. This makes the older man smile wider as if it a sight he enjoys seeing.

Tiffany grabs the bottom of her tank top, then then switches to grab her pajamas' waistband. Right after, she moves her hands back to the tank top as she isn't sure which to remove first.

Since Tiffany was only going to study then go to bed, she put on pajamas to be comfortable. And since she wanted to be comfortable, she had removed her bra, which is why she doesn't want to remove her tank top first. She is scared the old man will think she is some sort of whore that goes around braless. But again that logical part of her considers that it doesn't really matter in the end as the goal is to make her naked.

Lifting her pink tank top, Tiffany exposes her bare stomach, which has a tiny bit of a bulge. She is in no way fat but knows she could lose a few pounds. She is an active vegan, but losing weight is hard no matter if you are a vegan or not. Especially when she doesn't really like to do sports.

Tiffany feels her face burn red as her breasts become exposed fully to the older man as her tank top is lifted higher. She feels her top peeling off her, making her feel even more naked without being naked. The feeling of her breasts jiggling and moving the way they do at each of her movements amplifies this.

Once Tiffany's breasts are exposed, the tank top slides right over her head and hair, leaving her completely topless. Swaying for a moment, Tiffany doesn't make any noise as she puts her shirt on the table. She then stands still for a moment, not believing that her breasts are fully exposed to the old man.

"Go ahead and throw it across the room. Like to make sure there's no putting anything back on too easily," the older man tells Tiffany, pointing at the tank top on the table.

Another wave of humiliation and shame races over Tiffany at this. It's bad enough that her breasts are exposed to this stranger, but now he wants her to make herself even more helpless. It makes Tiffany wonder if the man can read her thoughts as she had just considered how fast she would be able to put the tank top back on if she got a chance to run.

Grabbing the tank top, Tiffany moves her arm back as if she's a pitcher about to throw a fast ball. Having no real sport talent, Tiffany tries to toss the tank top toward the front door, thinking that if she makes a run for it, she can grab it and run out the door.

Only she manages to throw the tank top to the ground on the other side of the table. The tank top hits the ground, right in the middle of the room, where anyone going to the stairs would surely step on it. To make the scene even more humiliating, Tiffany feels how her breasts swing and bounce comically from all the moment.

"Nice throw," the older man comments sarcastically as he looks at the tank top on the ground.

Tiffany finds it very strange that the older man doesn't say anything about her breasts. There's no "nice tits," or "damn those are huge," or anything like that. Instead his eyes look every so often at the door for his friends. The man is treating this as a business deal instead of anything sexual, which makes Tiffany's arousal even worse, which scares her.

Knowing she needs to keep going, Tiffany grabs the sides of her pajama bottoms, but before she pulls them down, all three men return from the outside. They walk in through the front door, heading back towards the stairs. Only as they walk by, they look right at Tiffany as she is topless.

Since she is grabbing the waistband of her pajamas, Tiffany doesn't try to cover herself or turn. Instead she stands there and doesn't move, acting like if she doesn't move, they won't be able to see her large bare breasts. This is somewhat undone by her reddening face.

The three men laugh, revealing they like what they see. They each yell out an insult or jeer, making Tiffany picture them as construction workers yelling at a passing woman. This makes the dark arousal grow as for the first time Tiffany has the thought that the three men could try to use her too...but all at once. She doesn't know how that would even work but it's a very real thought to her. Tiffany also notices one does step on her tank top without even noticing.

"Tell us if you need help taking that piece of property to the truck, Erik," one of the men says, and they all laugh. To this the older man looks back and smiles a knowing smile.

When the men start up the staircase, Tiffany pulls down her pajamas and panties at the same time. She slides both down, bending over all the way to follow her clothes down to her ankles. As she does this, she feels the strange way her breasts dangle, swing and sway under her. She knows she has felt them do this before, but now it feels very lewd.

Tiffany holds her pajamas and panties as she removes each foot from them. Since she wasn't wearing shoes, socks or even slippers, her bare feet make it easy to step out. And once both feet are out, she brings her arm back to throw them.

"No thank you, I'll take them," the older man comments, revealing he doesn't want a repeat of the tank top. To this Tiffany holds her clothes out to him, which he takes and in a fluid motion throws them to his side where they go sailing across the room and out of reach.

Finding being naked is too extreme, Tiffany decides to try and cover herself. She moves her right arm around to grab and hold her breasts while her left-hand cups her vagina. Her left hand doesn't just cup her vagina but holds it hard and tight as if protecting it.

"Good girl. You can do as you are told. That makes things easier," the older man, who Tiffany knows is named Erik, says. Right as he says this, a man comes down the stairs carrying a stack of various items.

"It does. Why it's always lucky to get the cowardly ones," the man walking past remarks, his head turned to watch the scene. Erik laughs heartily at this, showing he agrees which makes my face burn.

"Cowardly cunts do make the job so much easier," Erik says, only he says this while looking right at Tiffany. His eyes bore into hers, making it clear he is talking about her, and wants to see if she is going to disagree. If she's going to try and fight back or do anything else.