[Dutch Leonard]

Intruder

The man and woman were relaxing in front of the television. The kids were with grandparents or on sleepovers, so they had the house to themselves. They could have peace and quiet or rowdy fun but they hadn't decided yet. As they languidly discussed the possibilities, there was a knock on the door.

The man opened the door was was roughly pushed aside by a figure all in black. Angry blue eyes flashed through a tactical black balaclava and the man noted a 1911 pistol in a shoulder holster. The Intruder was holding something cylindrical and snapped in down and back up. It was a telescoping metal baton. The Intruder's left hand rested on the strap of a black canvas duffel bag that was slung over the Intruder's shoulder.

“I have a gun,” the Intruder said, “but I could kill you with just this.”

There was some kind of conversation along the lines of “what do you want, please don't hurt us, we'll give you money, jewelry, etc” but the Intruder was having none of it.

“Shut up! I don't want money or jewelry. I am going to fuck your wife while you watch.”

“Now, see here,” the man started to say. The Intruder wasn't all that big and the voice wasn't all that deep. The man and the woman realized the Intruder was female.

“Get undressed,” snapped the Intruder, looking straight at the man. The woman was starting to cry as she started to undo some buttons before the Intruder said sharply “Not you! I'll take care of that for you. After he ties you up. But first, he gets undressed and then he runs some errands for us.”

“What the-” the man was balking and the Intruder slightly lifted the baton from her shoulder.

“Don't make me tell you again,” she said menacingly. “Hands on your head when you're done.”

The man grumbled but once he was standing naked before his wife and the Intruder, he wasn't sure if he was proud or ashamed of his erection. The Intruder brought the baton down to his penis and batted it lightly, like the baton was a tennis racket and his penis was a tennis ball.

“Scared stiff, are we?”

The man just glared defiantly.

“That all the bigger that gets? Not a shower or a grower? Check this out.”

The Intruder's left hand lowered the zipper on her black trousers and a large dildo sprang out. It was not black, it was just flesh colored which made it seem really huge coming out of the black cloth. The baton moved to the man's shoulder and pushed down, causing him to go to his knees.

“Give it a kiss.” He put his lips to the silicone tip without enthusiasm, hoping he wouldn't be forced to take it into his mouth. He wasn't sure he could get it into his mouth. His wife blubbered miserably.

“I don't think I can take that,” she whined.

“Don't worry,” the Intruder said reassuringly. “If I can't make you beg for it, I'm not doing it right.”

“Please don't make me do this,” the woman sobbed.

The intruder turned back to the man.

“Get that plant off that hook.” A philodendron hung from the ceiling where it caught the sunlight during the day. The curtains were drawn now though. The man took the planter off the hook and set it down in the corner.

“Position that ottoman underneath it. I guess she can take those jeans off if she likes them, so I won't have to cut them off. Put her on her back on the ottoman and put this on her. Big cuffs on her ankles, little cuffs on her wrists.”

The Intruder pulled a spreader bar with leather cuffs out of the duffel bag. The man followed the instructions, leaving his wife on her back on the ottoman in her t shirt and underpants, and her feet in the air and her wrists cuffed between them on the bar. He had positioned her so her bottom was facing away from where the Intruder was standing and her head hung down to regard her assailant upside down.

“Turn around and put your hands behind your back!” the Intruder shouted, causing the man to jump. He felt his fingers grabbed, pulling his hands together as metal police cuffs clicked into place on his wrists. He could tell the pins were getting set so the bracelets wouldn't tighten if he struggled. The intruder placed a dining room chair next to him an he started to sit down.

“No!” said the Intruder with irritation. “You don't get to SIT on it. Lay down on it on your chest.”

He knelt as best he could without being able to use his arms to position himself and out of the corner of his eye he saw the duffel bag hit the floor and a black leather fraternity paddle came out of it. He couldn't hold himself on the chair without placing his feet in such a way that his buttocks were raised invitingly. As he feared, the paddle landed on his cheeks and he let out a yelp.

“Well, that couldn't have been that bad,” said the Intruder, cheerfully. “The erection is still there. Can you see her ok?”

“I guess, “ the man answered sullenly. His head was at her ass end and he could still see her face from the other end as she looked pleadingly at him.

A length of rope was pulled from the duffel bag and looped into the planter hook in the ceiling. The Intruder pulled this through the eye-bolt that the wrist cuffs were attached to on the spreader bar and adjusted the length of the rope so her feet were a little higher in the air. She wasn't going anywhere, suspended from the ceiling in a very vulnerable position.

“Let's see what we've got here.” The Intruder worked the panties off her hips and pulled them up towards her knees, admiring her bottom and her shaved pussy. “Daddy likes,” she said, caressing it gently. The woman squirmed at this outrage but was relieved that the paddle wasn't being used on her. It lay on the floor near her husband's feet. The Intruder was next to her, smelling of leather and Old Spice and gun oil from the gun under her left arm. Black, everything was black on black except for the huge dildo still sticking out of the black trousers. Maybe that was why she was startled when the woman saw the knife for the first time. It was a black Ka-Bar and the Intruder was grabbing handfuls of t-shirt and slicing it away from her body. The knife was placed under her bra straps and they were cut away. A gloved hand was slipped between the cups of her bra and the knife in beside it and the bra was cut free and yanked away. Her nipple was rolled between leather gloved fingers and for a moment she feared her nipple would be cut off with the large black knife. But the Intruder got up and cut her panties away and then the knife was sheathed.

The Intruder changed from leather gloves to black latex and dripped lubricant over her clit and pussy. The cool liquid startled her and did not feel unpleasant. She lifted her head and peered down between her breasts to see a dental dam being placed over her vulva. At least her attacker practiced safe sex.

She saw the Intruder peel the bottom of the mask up and dip down between her legs. She felt the dam getting pushed into the folds of her labia and molded around her clitoris. The Intruder framed the latex encased pussy with her hands and plunged her tongue repeatedly into the woman's anus. The Intruder began to hum so the vibration from her vocal cords were added to the sensation. The woman couldn't escape or roll away from the probing tongue as it pulsed in her most private place. A finger popped into her anus as the tongue moved up and down her outer lips, flicking her clit too briefly as the finger began to go in and out a little deeper with each slow stroke. The finger pulled out just long enough to get more lube and work the asshole a little faster as the tongue swirled more insistently over the inner lips now, sometimes a flat broad slab of flesh, sometimes a pointed probe, searching for the places where the nerves were most responsive. The woman wasn't able to contain her vocalizations as her head hung towards the floor, the finger fucking of her ass and now the tongue fucking of her pussy were building towards the climax she was craving so badly. The finger was in her anus under the dental dam when she felt the thumb go into her pussy over the top while at the same time the tongue was beating rapidly on her clit to bring her to a violent orgasm.

She felt something pop into her asshole, not a finger this time, something that went in and stayed in. The dental dam was pulled away and gloves were discarded and replaced. More lube was poured between her legs. The man could see that a small black butt plug had been put in place. The Intruder smeared the lube around her labia and began to work two fingers slowly inside her pussy, massaging the top wall, right behind her pubic bone. The thumb worked slow circles around her clit and labia minora while the now ungloved other hand reached for a breast and seemed to absent mindedly pull on her nipple and the aftershocks from the first orgasm began to build to a second orgasm. She bucked her hips and screamed into this orgasm, clamping her pussy on the fingers that sawed at her G-Spot.

The fingers and thumb slowed the pace and then rebuilt to a third and then a fourth peak. The woman had never had so many orgasms in a row, in such a short period of time. She gasped, she cried, she laughed and announced her fitfh orgasm with a scream and felt a flood of hot fluid release from her pussy.

“Oh, my God,” she cried. “You made me pee.”

“That's not pee, darlin',” the Intruder said. “THAT is the orgasm I was looking for.”

“No more,” the woman begged. “I couldn't possibly do it again.”

“We'll see,” said the Intruder, who slipped a third finger inside and continued the slow, sawing motion. She pulled most of the way out to relube the glove and then went back in with the pinky this time, pushing gently, reaching up to pinch the nipples to either distract her from the stretching and filling in her pussy or to increase her focus on it or both. The whole universe was focused on her nipples and her cunt as the thumb joined the four fingers. The folded hand now rested inside her, where once only her husband's penis and sometimes tongue had been, where her children passed through on their way to life. She bore down and gave birth to the folded hand only to have the dildo pushed in, taking the enormous thing easily now, the Intruder holding both her breasts now, pinching and pulling her nipples and slowly moving the silicone head in a little ways and then almost all the way back out.

“Please,” the woman moaned. “Please fuck me with it.”

“Fuck her!” the man called out. “Fuck that pussy!”

The Intruder smiled, the mask had not been lowered back over her mouth and the eyes behind the black mask gazed into the woman's eyes. The Intruder moved underneath the spreader bar to lay on top of her and moved an arm underneath to support her head. The woman enfolded the Intruder in her arms and legs as best she could in the restraints. The Intruder could feel the base of the dildo against her own clit, and the cries of encouragement from the woman and her husband sent her over the edge, the toes of her black leather boots digging into the carpet and almost upsetting the ottoman as she drove into the final shuddering strokes.

The Intruder disentangled herself from the woman and unhooked the rope from the ceiling hook. The cuffs on the spreader bar were undone and the woman sat up while the Intruder washed the silicone cock off in the bathroom sink.

“Please, honey,” the man begged. The woman smiled and reached underneath him and in a few short pulls jacked him off into one of the towels that had been beneath her.

“You know,” he called out, “I think next time you could spend more time spanking me and also use a butt plug on me.” His wife helped him up and undid the cuffs from his wrists, handing them along with the key back to the Intruder.

“If there is a next time,” said the Intruder. “Frankly, I'm surprised I came with a man in the room. Word could get out and I could lose my Butch Lesbian card."

They put the plant back in place and inspected the ottoman, pleased that the towels had protected it from the woman's copious fluids and all the lube. The same couldn't be said for the front of the Intruder's pants but she was going straight home in the dark. No one would see.

“Are you sure you wouldn't like a bite to eat?” the woman asked.

“No, I'm fine. See you guys at the next munch, probably. 'Night.”