Home Invasion (M/F), (M/FF) & (MM/FF) - Part 3 Added [4/8/23]
Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2023 5:23 am
It was a bright and sunny day outside. On Crescent Blvd, large and expensive houses lined the road. It was a peaceful place. Friendly neighbors, fun gatherings, and most importantly: very little crime. A sleek, black 2017 Honda Civic drove up the Blvd and parked on the curb of one of the houses.
Greg parked right outside of a beautiful house. He opened up the glove box and pulled out a notebook, flipped a few pages, and began to review his notes.
Which was kind of ironic. Considering he was a high school dropout, he never took notes. Greg had failed in every subject, didn't do homework or study for tests and preferred to treat every school as a free day. So, he had to resort to crime to make ends meet.
And of course, the house he had parked next to wasn't his, nor was it the one he was after. It was the one 3 houses down.
He'd gathered some information in this past week. He continued reading his notes.
- Residents: A single woman, likely divorced.
- Schedule: Every morning at 8:20 am, she takes about 15 to 25 minutes to get ready (most likely for to work)
- Return: Back home at roughly 7:30.
He went over his gameplan in his head.
1. Wait for the woman to leave the house
2. Break in from the back door
3. Rob as many valuables as possible in the 11-hour time period the house is empty
While he waited, he also went over his equipment. He opened his backpack and looked inside.
- Electric lockpick
- A Glock-19 (usually only for intimidation)
- 2 mags (one empty, for the Glock. One full, for emergencies)
- 2 pairs of handcuffs (leftover from the last heist)
- Swiss Army knife (always need a secondary to your primary)
Nothing much, but the less he carried with him, the more he could carry out.
Greg looked up, and saw the white 2020 Toyota Camry pull out of the driveway. The car then turned right and off Crescent Blvd.
No time to waste. Greg got out of the car and put on his backpack. It was very early in the morning, no time to use the stereotypical "ski-mask and all black clothes". He needed to look normal.
So Greg instead wore a light blue collared shirt tucked into some jeans. In order to prevent his face from being caught on cameras, he wore a blue "Dodgers" baseball cap, sunglasses, and a surgical mask (that people have gotten too familiar to seeing due to the mandate).
Walking up to the house, he went around the back and surveyed the backyard. No cameras yet, but he still needed to be cautious. Approaching the back door, he took out the electric lockpick and went to work. Within a few minutes, the door clicked open.
Wasting no time and closing the door behind him, Greg proceeded to search the house. However, before he could even move an inch further, Greg heard the front door being unlocked.
Surprised, he looked at his wristwatch. 9:12.
Why was she back so early? Greg thought to himself.
He reached into his backpack and took out his gun and a pair of handcuffs. A slight deviation in his plan would have to occur.
"Oh dear..." She said to herself, searching the kitchen table. "Where'd I put my phone?"
Suddenly, her mouth was covered by a firm hand and a gun was pointed to her head.
"You picked the wrong time to return." Greg said in a low, quiet voice. "Now, if you don't want your brains to be your new wallpaper, I suggest you shut up and listen, understand?"
The mom started to panic, but she nodded to signal she understood.
"Good." Greg said. "Now, I'm going to handcuff you. Put both of your hands behind your back."
The mother began to sob quietly, but she complied. Allowing Greg to put the gun away and use that hand to handcuff her.
"Now, I'm going to let go of my hand. And you're going to answer some questions." Greg said. "You scream, and that'll be the last thing to ever come out of your mouth."
The mom nodded, and Greg let go of her mouth.
"Now, first of all, tell me your name." Greg said.
"E-Eve. Eve Rivera." She said, sniffling. "Please don't do this, I can just-"
"Shh." Greg said, silencing her. "Now, tell me where your valuables are. Purses, safes, jewelry, anything."
Eve wanted to refuse, but given her position right now, she had no other option. She told Greg where everything was.
"Good girl." Greg said slyly. "Now come with me to your room. I can't have you running away when I'm looking for your jewelry."
Greg escorted Mrs. Rivera upstairs, and searched her room. Even though the locations of her jewelry was correct, he still wanted to make sure. He then found a cardboard box, sitting on the closet.
"Look what I found, Mrs. Rivera." Greg said, grabbing a cardboard box.
"Oh dear." Eve said, already knowing what was inside. "I-I can explain!"
"No need." Greg said, putting the box of ropes and gags on the bedroom floor.
Before she could utter another word, Greg grabbed her day-old panties from the hamper and stuffed them in her mouth. She tried to spit them out, but he grabbed a 2-inch ballgag from the box and jammed it in her mouth, securing it behind her head. Eve winched at the taste.
"Mmmmph!! Hrrmph..." Eve moaned through the gag.
"You know, Mrs. Rivera. You're quite beautiful." Greg said. "You don't look a day over 25."
Greg then started to grope her breasts through her office clothes. "And look at these beauties too. They have to be at least 36DD!"
Eve began to moan a little louder.
Greg took out his pocketknife, cutting open Eve's shirt from the buttons. Revealing her large breasts, and sexy lingerie. He proceeded to further strip her, removing her shoes, socks and pants. All while Eve moaned and grunted at her predicament.
"I bet you've dreamed about this moment." Greg said, groping Eve's breasts. "Being all tied up by a robber, left completely helpless and totally in their power. I don't have to be a genius to know you've tied yourself up before."
"Mmmmph! Nmmhmmph! Grmph!" Eve said, shaking her head furiously, trying to deny it. "Lmmmph mmm grmm!"
"Let you go?" Greg said, understanding gag-talk. "But we're just starting the fun."
Eve looked in horror as Greg started to grab the bundles of rope from the box. She trashed around in her handcuffs, to no avail.
Greg quickly and tightly bound her wrists, leaving the handcuffs there as a precaution. Tied her elbows together, tied a chest harness that made her breasts appear even bigger, and then moved down. He bound her ankles and wrapped rope around her thighs. Lastly, he made a crotch rope.
"Nmmph!" Eve protested against the rope.
"How tight would you like it?" Greg said. "Doesn't matter, I'll be tying it tightly."
He then pulled it down hard, the rope dug into Eve, and she let out a loud moan. Greg then stood back and admired his work.
Eve stood in the center of her room, all bound and gagged. Ropes wonderfully accentuating her body.
Greg's "friend" also seemed to be excited.
Mrs. Rivera also seemed to notice Greg's bulge, and her face turned into a mix of both horror and blush.
"Let's have some fun, shall we?" Greg said.
It felt so wrong to want it. But then again, if Eve said no, she'd still be going. Butterflies started forming in her stomach.
"Ymms." Eve said, unable to make eye contact.
Without another moment of hesitation, Greg pushed Eve onto her bed, her upper torso falling onto her sheets.
She then heard the unfastening of a belt.
pt.2 soon.
Maybe?
Greg parked right outside of a beautiful house. He opened up the glove box and pulled out a notebook, flipped a few pages, and began to review his notes.
Which was kind of ironic. Considering he was a high school dropout, he never took notes. Greg had failed in every subject, didn't do homework or study for tests and preferred to treat every school as a free day. So, he had to resort to crime to make ends meet.
And of course, the house he had parked next to wasn't his, nor was it the one he was after. It was the one 3 houses down.
He'd gathered some information in this past week. He continued reading his notes.
- Residents: A single woman, likely divorced.
- Schedule: Every morning at 8:20 am, she takes about 15 to 25 minutes to get ready (most likely for to work)
- Return: Back home at roughly 7:30.
He went over his gameplan in his head.
1. Wait for the woman to leave the house
2. Break in from the back door
3. Rob as many valuables as possible in the 11-hour time period the house is empty
While he waited, he also went over his equipment. He opened his backpack and looked inside.
- Electric lockpick
- A Glock-19 (usually only for intimidation)
- 2 mags (one empty, for the Glock. One full, for emergencies)
- 2 pairs of handcuffs (leftover from the last heist)
- Swiss Army knife (always need a secondary to your primary)
Nothing much, but the less he carried with him, the more he could carry out.
Greg looked up, and saw the white 2020 Toyota Camry pull out of the driveway. The car then turned right and off Crescent Blvd.
No time to waste. Greg got out of the car and put on his backpack. It was very early in the morning, no time to use the stereotypical "ski-mask and all black clothes". He needed to look normal.
So Greg instead wore a light blue collared shirt tucked into some jeans. In order to prevent his face from being caught on cameras, he wore a blue "Dodgers" baseball cap, sunglasses, and a surgical mask (that people have gotten too familiar to seeing due to the mandate).
Walking up to the house, he went around the back and surveyed the backyard. No cameras yet, but he still needed to be cautious. Approaching the back door, he took out the electric lockpick and went to work. Within a few minutes, the door clicked open.
Wasting no time and closing the door behind him, Greg proceeded to search the house. However, before he could even move an inch further, Greg heard the front door being unlocked.
Surprised, he looked at his wristwatch. 9:12.
Why was she back so early? Greg thought to himself.
He reached into his backpack and took out his gun and a pair of handcuffs. A slight deviation in his plan would have to occur.
"Oh dear..." She said to herself, searching the kitchen table. "Where'd I put my phone?"
Suddenly, her mouth was covered by a firm hand and a gun was pointed to her head.
"You picked the wrong time to return." Greg said in a low, quiet voice. "Now, if you don't want your brains to be your new wallpaper, I suggest you shut up and listen, understand?"
The mom started to panic, but she nodded to signal she understood.
"Good." Greg said. "Now, I'm going to handcuff you. Put both of your hands behind your back."
The mother began to sob quietly, but she complied. Allowing Greg to put the gun away and use that hand to handcuff her.
"Now, I'm going to let go of my hand. And you're going to answer some questions." Greg said. "You scream, and that'll be the last thing to ever come out of your mouth."
The mom nodded, and Greg let go of her mouth.
"Now, first of all, tell me your name." Greg said.
"E-Eve. Eve Rivera." She said, sniffling. "Please don't do this, I can just-"
"Shh." Greg said, silencing her. "Now, tell me where your valuables are. Purses, safes, jewelry, anything."
Eve wanted to refuse, but given her position right now, she had no other option. She told Greg where everything was.
"Good girl." Greg said slyly. "Now come with me to your room. I can't have you running away when I'm looking for your jewelry."
Greg escorted Mrs. Rivera upstairs, and searched her room. Even though the locations of her jewelry was correct, he still wanted to make sure. He then found a cardboard box, sitting on the closet.
"Look what I found, Mrs. Rivera." Greg said, grabbing a cardboard box.
"Oh dear." Eve said, already knowing what was inside. "I-I can explain!"
"No need." Greg said, putting the box of ropes and gags on the bedroom floor.
Before she could utter another word, Greg grabbed her day-old panties from the hamper and stuffed them in her mouth. She tried to spit them out, but he grabbed a 2-inch ballgag from the box and jammed it in her mouth, securing it behind her head. Eve winched at the taste.
"Mmmmph!! Hrrmph..." Eve moaned through the gag.
"You know, Mrs. Rivera. You're quite beautiful." Greg said. "You don't look a day over 25."
Greg then started to grope her breasts through her office clothes. "And look at these beauties too. They have to be at least 36DD!"
Eve began to moan a little louder.
Greg took out his pocketknife, cutting open Eve's shirt from the buttons. Revealing her large breasts, and sexy lingerie. He proceeded to further strip her, removing her shoes, socks and pants. All while Eve moaned and grunted at her predicament.
"I bet you've dreamed about this moment." Greg said, groping Eve's breasts. "Being all tied up by a robber, left completely helpless and totally in their power. I don't have to be a genius to know you've tied yourself up before."
"Mmmmph! Nmmhmmph! Grmph!" Eve said, shaking her head furiously, trying to deny it. "Lmmmph mmm grmm!"
"Let you go?" Greg said, understanding gag-talk. "But we're just starting the fun."
Eve looked in horror as Greg started to grab the bundles of rope from the box. She trashed around in her handcuffs, to no avail.
Greg quickly and tightly bound her wrists, leaving the handcuffs there as a precaution. Tied her elbows together, tied a chest harness that made her breasts appear even bigger, and then moved down. He bound her ankles and wrapped rope around her thighs. Lastly, he made a crotch rope.
"Nmmph!" Eve protested against the rope.
"How tight would you like it?" Greg said. "Doesn't matter, I'll be tying it tightly."
He then pulled it down hard, the rope dug into Eve, and she let out a loud moan. Greg then stood back and admired his work.
Eve stood in the center of her room, all bound and gagged. Ropes wonderfully accentuating her body.
Greg's "friend" also seemed to be excited.
Mrs. Rivera also seemed to notice Greg's bulge, and her face turned into a mix of both horror and blush.
"Let's have some fun, shall we?" Greg said.
It felt so wrong to want it. But then again, if Eve said no, she'd still be going. Butterflies started forming in her stomach.
"Ymms." Eve said, unable to make eye contact.
Without another moment of hesitation, Greg pushed Eve onto her bed, her upper torso falling onto her sheets.
She then heard the unfastening of a belt.
pt.2 soon.
Maybe?