Home Invasion

by Ann O'Nonymous

 

M. Howard Thomas pushed away from his Sunday morning meal, grabbed Barron's and headed for the bar to mix a dry Martini to go with his reading, leaving his wife, Evelyn, and eighteen-year-old son, Don, to finish eating.

"Looks like dad is going to be away for the rest of the day," remarked the lad as he finished his coffee.

"Yep, once he gets his hands on that damn financial paper, he'll be digging through those reports for the rest of the day," his mother replied bitterly. She was getting tired of him constantly ignoring her.

"May I clear now, ma'am?" asked the maid.

"Yes, Judy. We're finished here," replied Evelyn as she blotted her lips, noting her son's smile at the pretty café-colored girl.

As the maid worked, the mother-and-son pair walked towards the family room, with the mother inquiring, "So, Don, what are your plans for this lovely summer's day?"

"I was planning to . . . ."

The sudden appearance of three armed men stopped him in mid-sentence. One had a sawed-off shotgun pointed at his mother; the second, a little shorter, directed a rather large pistol at him; and the third, waving around what appeared to be an automatic weapon, asked, "How many are there in the house? Is there an alarm activated?"

"Please, there's no money here. We don't have cash on the premises," his mother tearfully pleaded.

"Just answer the questions, lady," the man repeated.

"My husband, a chauffeur-repairman, a maid, a cook, and the two of us. The alarm is shut off."

"Good – all here! Cooperate, and nobody gets seriously hurt, you understand?"

"Yes, please don't hurt us!"

"Move!" the man said, punctuating his request with a wave of the weapon, "Three, get the maid and cook!"

"Sure, five," the man with the automatic weapon replied.

With two men following, the four moved to the family room where Evelyn saw her husband guarded by another, larger, man and she called out, "Are you all right, dear?"

"They took me by surprise! Yeah, just a little shook up, that's all," Howard replied from the sofa.

"Any problems, five?"

"None at all! Easy as cake, two. Three is bringing the cook and maid."

Don noted that the men used numbers, rather than names, making future identification almost impossible. Each man wore what appeared to be a false beard, mustache, and wig to further disguise their appearance. The weapons were all kept well out-of-reach, indicating these were professionals, or that this was not the first time they did this.

"Okay, let's see who we have," the tall man guarding Howard said, examining the group, "Evelyn, Martin, Don. Em, Judy – a maid, Miss Rachel Jones – cook." The last two names were read from a piece of paper the man carried. At the sound of a noise behind him, the man rapidly turned, weapon pointed, then lowered as two men entered the room.

"Here you are, two, the chauffeur – the last of the Mohicans!"

"Good, four, that would be" (he looked down at the paper) "George Saunders?"

The guarded man nodded. "If you didn't have that effing gun . . ."

The tall man looked at him contemptuously, before replying, "Yeah, maybe you would, but not now."

George, a well-built black man, glared at the captors and said, "Yo muthas aint worth shit."

"What do you want, there's no money here – you're plain outa luck there!" replied Mr. Thomas.

"Oh, this isn't just about money," the tallest man replied, "Oh no, something a little more than that! We got a 'special' job to do."

"I can offer to pay you more," Howard Thomas said bravely.

The tall man smiled, then stated, "Sorry, pal, unless it's in cash and small bills, you're outa luck."

"Okay, you men get things set up – the boss is going to be here about two pea em to check on how things went."

With a "yes, two," three of the men went off the carry out their orders. For the next twenty or so minutes, the men carried in stuff, but, strangely, nothing was removed.

"Who's behind this! Who's your boss? I demand . . . I'd like to know his name?" Howard asked, determined to get even in the future.

"Sorry, pal – besides who said it was a 'he'," the one called two replied.

"Look, I can make it worth your while if you leave now!" Howard repeated his earlier offer.

"Now what kinda person would that make me if I failed to carry out a job I was well paid for – in advance, yet?" the man replied sarcastically, "I mean, I have a reputation to uphold!"

The expression on his face was lost in the mass of facial hair.

With the small group lost in their individual thoughts, Don watched what was happening; all he saw was some boxes and small tables being brought in and taken upstairs. He thought about making a move on the two men left to guard them, be a hero, but they didn't take their eyes of the group. He glanced in Judy's direction, and gave her a thin smile, then mouthed the words, "It's going to be okay. I don't think they really want to hurt you."

Finally, they seemed to have finished, as they reentered the room and announced, "We're already for them."

"Good," the one called two said, "the sooner we get this done, the better I'll feel. Okay, let's go – two by two, and no funny business."

The group was paired up: Don was with Judy; Evelyn with George; and Rachel with Howard. They went down a hallway, up the stairs to a spare bedroom with a king-size bed Howard occasionally used.

In the room, Don saw the two video cameras aimed at the bed, extra lighting set up, pieces of rope, handcuffs, and two long tables set at the foot of the bed. The bed had the covers pulled down, and pillows piled up at the head of the bed. Two of the men held digital cameras.

"Okay," the apparent boss, two, said, "Boy, you and the maid, Judy, stand over here – three, guard them."

Judy looked with fright apparent in her green eyes, and went where she was directed, to stand beside Don. He put his arm around her to try to calm her, also to stop himself from doing something foolish, as these men meant business.

They watched as first his mother was directed to sit, back to back, with George. Their legs were secured to the legs of the table. A rope was wrapped around the chest, then George's hands were tied, then around again and Evelyn's hands secured. Each was gagged with a scarf wrapped around the head. Howard and Rachel were secured in the same way on the next table.

"Okay, folks, now the show will begin in a few minutes! First, do what we tell you – a sawed-off can make a big splatter on the walls, and blood can be hard to get out of a carpet. Next, watch the show – or else!"

Two smiled inwardly as he thought of the next step. "Okay, you Don and you Judy, in front of the cameras – time to go to work. The rest of you – watch! If you don't," he said, as he removed an ominous device from his pocket, "this Taser will be used, and I don't want to tell you what it does!"

Obediently, the heads turned to watch. The cameras were started, and two said, "Okay, you two – strip. Down to the skin, and pile the clothes neatly on the side."

Four pairs of captive eyes watched as the maid and boy stripped, almost in unison. The shoes were first, then the stockings/socks, the uniform/shirt and pants were next on the pile. As Judy fumbled with her bra, trying to postpone the inevitable, Don was directed to assist, being told, "you help her now, and she'll help you later," followed by a big laugh. The boxer shorts dropped to the floor, followed by Judy's panties and garter belt.

"Turn to the camera, sweetheart, big smile and show off that pretty shaved pussy," two said, "and Don, take her hand – just look at how she's shaking with anticipation!"

Don did as instructed, fearing for his mother's safety.

"Okay, now onto the bed – you're going to screw each other."

"Wait a minute – how about a condom – please! It's not too much . . ."

"Skin to skin, sweetie," two replied, "that's the way it's going to be."

Judy was nearly in tears when Don said, "Please, Judy, I'll be gentle."

"Oh God, Don – it's not that," Judy replied.

"C'mon, or I try out this thing," two said, waving the Taser around above his head.

The pair mounted the bed, Judy's head on the pillow. Don looked down at the dark-haired girl, and heard, "okay, kiss the lips and work your way down."

Don started, kissing Judy on the lips, then her cheeks, and worked his way down to her proud breasts, gently sucking and nibbling first one, then the other, bringing the nipples to attention. He went back to her face, kissing her tear-stained cheek, whispering quietly, "Shhh, it's going to be alright – I promise I'll protect you!" Don stroked her black hair, rubbed the back of his hand along the curve of her cheek, smiling a gentle smile at her, and when she was ready, her mounted her, her legs around him, clasping tightly like she never wanted him to leave her. Laying full-length on her, he reached down and into her slit, his fingers searching for her clitoris. When he found it, he softly massaged it, arousing her passions and getting her wetter and wetter! Next, he guided his hard, erect member into the moist passage, and soon was pumping away.

"Oh Don, Don – please, no," moaned Judy in the thrall of the pleasurable experience, "You don't understand – you don't understand!"

Howard tried to look away, avoid seeing his son, a future Harvard student, having a forced roll in the hay with a only servant, but a touch of the pistol's barrel and he returned to the spectacle unfolding.

Evelyn, too, did not want to watch the scene, but either in fascination or horror, she could not turn away.

Soon, the bedded pair climaxed, and Don shot his load of semen into Judy – after being warned not to pull out. He collapsed on her, and she ran her fingers through his hair, saying over and over, "I'm so sorry for you!"

"Okay, Don," two said, "that was good – you can get dressed. Here, here's a towel to wipe yourself off."

Don disengaged his now-limp member from Judy's still moist vagina and cleaned it off – trying to remove evidence of the dirty act he just performed. He looked sadly down at Judy, tears just forming in the corners of her eyes. He went to put on his boxers when he was stopped.

"Uh-uh, Don – the uniform!"

"WHAT! You want me to . . . "

"Yeah kid, that's exactly right! Put on her uniform, NOW!"

"Please, I must . . . must clean myself," Judy stated as she started to get off the bed.

Two smiled, then replied, "No way, sweetheart – get dressed. Boxers first, the T-shirt – oh, yes . . . help Don with his bra." That brought some laughs, and some tears.

Don had the unfamiliar garter belt and panties on, and was trying to fasten the bra when Judy, in his boxers, came to his aid.

"Don, Judy, in front of the cameras," two instructed.

Reluctantly, the pair moved into the lighted area. Following directions, Don put on Judy's maid's uniform, and she his shirt, pants, socks and shoes. Two even supplied falsies to fill out Don's lack of endowment.

When each had crossed the clothing line, two announced, "Okay, untie Howard and em, yes, Rachel. Your turn in the spotlight."

Don was instructed where to sit on the seat; Judy was made to straddle him, face to face, and their legs tied to the seat legs, his arms were handcuffed behind Judy's back, and her arms secured behind him. Rope went around the middle securing the cuffs. Scarves were used as gags. Don was forced to watch the tears roll down Judy's cheeks, and drip onto his now-ample bosom. "It's all over now, sweet Judy, it's all over – relax," he said before being gagged.

Now it was Howard and Rachel's turn to strip in front of the watchful eye of the camera. Although Howard was fully dressed for the day, Rachel was still in nightgown, robe and slippers, planning on showering after the dishes were done. After a reminder, Howard also helped Rachel with her bra.

"Now, Howard, no tricks – ehh – it goes in her, not between her legs," two admonished, "and take it nice and slow – you're not catching a train."

Trapped, Howard nodded. Rachel, now naked, lay on the bed, and Howard joined her. He tried to emulate Don and worked from lips to breast.

Evelyn, forced to watch her "beloved" screw the cook, cried softly. She knew what was to come next. She wanted to close her eyes, blot out the spectacle unfolding in front of her, but the fascination was too great, as she often wondering what he looked like when he was at that motel. She watched as Howard's ass bobbed up and down, thrusting his well-endowed organ deeper and deeper into Rachel's steamy hot and moist cavern – finally, her screaming orgasm as she climaxed again and again; her husband's moans of pleasure, taking this piece of forbidden fruit, as pulse after pulse sent streams of his seed into Rachel. Evelyn felt a wetness lower down as the two arose from the bed to dress, Rachel in Howard's slacks and golf shirt; and Howard in Rachel's panties, bra, nightgown and robe. Evelyn giggled inward a bit as she saw him looking like he just got up.

Now, it was Evelyn and George's turn on the bed. She stiffened her resolve to try to just get through this as she removed her garments in front of George and the cameras. A smiling glance at George's endowment, and she wondered how she would fit it all in! Blank it out, she told herself over and over – but, she felt a strange sense of excitement rise in her at this forbidden union, making her gasp and emit an oddly pleasurable sound. It felt like hours under this man, her chauffeur, the hard thrusting and pumping, then George moaning, "Oh Christ, I'm coming, I'm coming – please forgive ma'am, arrrgh."

"Ohhh gooood, George," Evelyn moaned, her pleasure quite evident, "Fuck me, fuck me hard!" She had never used these words to her stiff-necked, straight-laced husband who made "intercourse" seem to be something to be tolerated, and certainly not enjoyed.

With his child-seed spent, George collapsed on her, as she said softly, "It's all right, you're not responsible."

Oddly, the captors allowed them to redress in their normal clothes.

"Well, well, now that you had fun, we think a meal is in order," said the one called two, as he opened a bag and removed the contents, consisting of handcuffs and leg shackles, right out of old movies.

First, Evelyn and George; then Rachel and Howard were untied and shackled; last, Judy and Don. George was handcuffed to Rachel, and Howard to Judy. Now, the group was led down to the kitchen where a plate covered with cold cuts and sliced cheese was placed at their disposal, along with sliced bread and margarine.

"Sex does make one hungry," said a smiling (?) two.

"Well, at least we will not starve," observed Don wryly.

Judy giggled a bit at that remark.

After that "last" meal, the group was led to the family room to await the arrival – again secured at the legs only.

Finally, a hall clock chimed the hour – b-o-n-g, b-o-n-g – and the arrival grew imminent.

Four, or was it three, went to answer a summons at the door, and returned leading –

"Charles Welch! You're behind all this?" blurted out Howard, "Why? I thought we were friends!"

The new arrival smiled at Howard, then said, "Were is the operative word here, Howard. You do look good in blue, I must say."

"Why, Charles, why – it's all I ask."

Charles Welch thought back to when he and Howard worked for a large brokerage house ages ago, how they went out on their own, and about the breakup and the formation of two separate firms.

"Its business, Howard. I'm planning a merger of your company and mine, and with these videos, I'm sure you'll allow it – or else they'll get shown to every client you have. They sure will be surprised, shocked, and maybe amused, huh?"

"You'll not get away with it, Charles," a desperate Howard stated.

A laugh came from Charles as he replied, "And why not? Two, give me the tapes, so I can get back to watching the game."

"No, two, I'll take those tapes!" a new voice said.

"Wha . . ." Charles uttered in dismay as he turned towards the sound of the newcomer, then stopped, "Milly, I thought I told you to wait in the car!"

"Sure, boss," two said, handing a small package to Mildred, aka "Milly," Welch.

"Now, two, be a dear and release my friend, Evelyn, please," Mildred purred, "and three, is that right?" At his nod, she continued, "Put a tape in the camera, as I have another video for you to take."

When that was done, she said, "now Charles, go over to the door, walk in again, just as if you were coming home from the office, and go over to Howard and kiss him on the lips. If you don't do it right, we'll do it 'til you get it right. Three, get the show the first, and ten G's are yours."

Charles took one look at the weapons being pointed in his direction and decided not to argue. It was after three tries that Milly was satisfied.

"Okay, everybody, sit. Two, cover the group 'til I'm finished. Then you can leave."

"Sure thing, boss!"

"I thought I was your boss, and now this, this double cross!" Charles exploded, and started for the tall man. A second man waved a weapon, and Charles sat down -- quickly.

Two smiled and replied, "Like I said, she gave me a better deal. She paid up front, and you – after I was through -- give me a break!"

"Okay," Milly began, "It's like this: Charlie boy here was having an affair with a secretary in his office. She told me about it, because she feared for her job. What Charles doesn't know is that I acquired a majority interest in the company. Anyway, she said Charles talked about a 'hostile' takeover of Howard's company, so I called Evelyn and told her. Later, I 'managed' to overhear a conversation between Charles and 'two,' found the telephone number. I simply called and offered 'two' more money.

"I planted the idea in Charles's head about getting to Howard through the use of this sex thing. Can you imagine the scandal it would cause if it ever got out? The pictures would show the love-making session, and each of the ladies having a child by one of the men. I had Evelyn ask Judy about her period, because she has problems with it, and charted her most fertile times. She did the same with Rachel, only in subtle discussions."

"Oh, so that's what those questions were all about," Rachel said, "Oh well, too late to get mad now!"

"She also charted her own cycle, and found a time when the three were closest together."

"Yes, Howard," Evelyn interrupted, "I did find out about that hidden bank account. You were stealing from customers, little by little, and stashing it away. I helped you start that business, and what did I get – you thieving pig, and you thought I didn't know!"

The three men were a bit lost at this time, but little by little it was starting to make sense. Don wondered about his place in all this.

Milly continued: "She gave me the nearest date when our plan could be carried out – today. We, Evelyn and I, have already contacted corporate attorneys to start merger proceedings. After the merger, Evelyn will be the CEO, and Charles will be her assistant; you know I have no head for business.

"In about a week's time, Charles and I will move into this house. Evelyn, you want to tell the rest?"

Evelyn smiled, moistened her lips, and began: " After Charles and Milly move in, a new order will begin here. Judy, Don will join you as a maid. You will share a room, and when the baby comes . . ."

"BABY!" Don practically screamed. He didn't know whether it was out of anguish or joy. He secretly had a "great affection" for the pretty maid, and was afraid to admit it to his high-class father. Now, his father had no room to complain!

"Yes. Why do you think we picked this time – she's at her most fertile period!"

"Don, I'm sorry. I . . . I tried to warn you," a tearful Judy said.

Don grabbed her and hugged his tan goddess, stating, "I said I will protect you. After all, that's what one who loves another does, isn't it?"

"Wait! Rachel . . ."

"Yes, Howard, Rachel too."

"Oh no-o-o-o."

"Charles, Milly wants a divorce and your secretary is willing to testify as to your numerous liaisons."

Evelyn smirked, then added, "Howard, we can't have you a bigamist, so I am going to D-I-V-O-R-C-E you too. Those pictures of you and Rachel, well . . ."

A defeated Charles nodded his assent, then heard . . .

"You will move in with, hmm Martine – the former Martin – and be his husband. Say no, and the lovemaking and that little kissing scene goes public. Your thievery could send you to prison, so guess what could happen if the inmates saw those pics. We'll arrange to adopt Rachel's baby and you can raise her/him as your own."

"Wait just a minute," Charles barked out in his most commanding voice, "if you show those pictures, your new company goes down the drain, too – after all, Don and Evelyn are in it, too!"

"A little judicious editing goes a long way," Milly replied, "Now Martine, since you'll be around the house, you can help Rachel with the cooking – and occasionally her womanly cravings, hmm? Rachel will give you help in learning about all those 'wifey' things, including managing those high heels you love to see me wear. You'll also get most of her older things, and I'm sure she'll enjoy a shopping trip with, say, four thousand dollars?"

Milly giggled a bit when she said, "and that leaves George – Evelyn and I will each share our bed with him. Three days with one, then three days with the other!"

It took two weeks for the merger to go through, the new company renamed "Evemill Investments!"

 

EPILOGUE: Four months later.

Evemill Investments doubled its client base, and started loans to assist women starting their own businesses.

Martine and Charles now share a bed each night. Before he leaves each morning, Charles, under Milly's watchful eye, dutifully kisses Martine good-bye. Martine still wears a blue chenille robe each morning.

Rachel became pregnant, and signed over the child to Martine and Charles to raise. She teaches Martine how to cook for her husband, and occasionally exercises her "womanly" rights!

Donna, the former Don, and Judy share a room, bed and maid's chores, at least until Judy starts to show too much. Then, Donna will be on her own for awhile. Donna, actually, seems to be much happier.

Evelyn, now pregnant with George's baby, has moved into a separate room, for the space. Mildred, also impregnated by George, is in the Master (Mistress) bedroom.

A large nursery, with several cribs, awaits the bundles of joy on the way.

George in his spare time is busy handing out cigars.

Two is spending time in the Bahamas.

 

That's all, folks!

Annie O

  

  

  

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