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  Forcefully Bred by the Home Intruder

  by Cassandra Zara

  Published by Cassandra Zara, 2013.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  FORCEFULLY BRED BY THE HOME INTRUDER

  First edition. January 1, 2013.

  Copyright © 2013 Cassandra Zara.

  Written by Cassandra Zara.

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  Forcefully Bred by the Home Intruder

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  Note: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.

  Forcefully Bred by the Home Intruder

  My phone began to ring and I smiled as I saw the name on the caller id. It was Lance, my roommate's boyfriend.

  "Hey Cammy," he said casually.

  "Hey yourself," I answered, trying to keep the smile out of my voice.

  "Do you know if Daisy is still around? I got this weird message on my voice-mail saying she was gone for the weekend. We were supposed to hang out, and I swear I just saw her."

  I felt like giggling, but managed to keep my voice under control. I knew he thought he had just seen Daisy, but he had actually seen me. Daisy and I get mistaken for twins on a frequent basis. We have the same height, build, hair, and even eye color.

  "Funny you should ask," I said. "She's out of town, but the strangest thing just happened to me."

  He cut me off. "What do you mean, 'she's out of town'?" his voice took on a note of panic.

  "Maybe you should come over and discuss it. Use the front door this time though- I locked the window because of the storm," I said smugly and hung up the phone. I knew he would be pounding on the door any minute.

  I leaned back on the couch, the TV blaring a storm warning. I could hear the thunder booming in the distance, the worst of the storm past my house. I smiled as I waited for Lance to show up. Earlier this evening, he had snuck in through an open window and tied up the girl he thought was Daisy. Only he missed the message that Daisy was out of town for the weekend and he had captured and gagged me instead. He had done depraved sexual things to me, violating my body while the storm rolled through. At first I was terrified, but before long, I had loved it.

  He had intended to give Daisy the home intruder fantasy, but had instead given it to me. I could still feel his cum inside of me. I wished for the umpteenth time that Lance was my boyfriend and not Daisy's. What he had done was something I had fantasized about for a long time. I wished he was mine and that he would do it again.

  "Cammy! What do you mean she is out of town?" Lance burst through the front door, his dark hair dripping with the rain. His tall frame trembled with anxiety, water droplets shivering off him.

  "Close the door and come sit down," I said calmly and patted the couch next to me. He scowled and threw his soaked sweatshirt on the floor by the door before sitting on the recliner across from me.

  "Daisy is out of town. Her aunt is having emergency surgery and her mom wanted everyone there. She actually just left me a message to tell you since you had your phone off," I said tucking my legs up under me on the couch. The air from when Lance had opened the door was cold against my bare legs since I was only wearing running shorts and a thin t-shirt.

  "Then who was that upstairs?" he asked, his face pale.

  "It was me," I said, locking eyes with him.

  "Shit! I am so sorry Cammy- it was dark and you were in her room and the two of you just look so damn similar, and- I am so sorry," he cursed and then put his head in his hands.

  "There are two ways this can go Lance. One, either you tell Daisy, or I will, that you snuck in and tied up her roommate and fucked her six ways from Sunday," I said holding up one hand like I was offering one choice.

  "Cammy, do you know what she would do to me if she found out? That I got her mixed up with her roommate? I would be a dead man," he groaned, his head still in his hands.

  "Option two, you do something for me and I never say a word to Daisy," I said. His head jerked up, and he stared at me, his eyes wide.

  "What do you want me to do?" Lance asked quietly. I wanted to smile, I wanted to laugh. I had never felt this kind of power before. I knew exactly what I wanted.

  "I want you to do it again," I said. His eyes went somehow wider and he stared at me like I had suddenly grown a second head.

  "You want me to do it again?" he repeated, his voice cracking.

  "Yes. I have never been so turned on in all my life. I want that again," I said. He continued to stare.

  "What? Right now?" he said with a squeak. I noticed that his eyes held a glow as he looked at me though.

  "No, not right now. Half the fun of it was that I didn't know it was coming. I want the surprise again, the roughness, and the lack of control," I said. I took my legs out from under me and leaned forward towards him. His eyes glanced down my shirt, but only for a second.

  "So, if I surprise you and tie you up, and do what I did earlier, you won't say anything to Daisy?" Lance asked slowly. I nodded and he leaned back in the chair for a moment before sitting up and looking at me with narrowed eyes. "Are you serious?"

  "Yes, I'm serious," I said with a sigh and rolled my eyes a little. I felt like I was repeating myself, but I wanted to make him understand. "I have never been fucked like that. Ever. And I want it again. I want the surprise and the surrender. I liked it. I liked it a lot."

  He smirked. "And here I wasn't sure if what I was doing was going to be appreciated. You have a deal. I'll tie you up and surprise you when you aren't expecting it."

  "Excellent," I said with a grin. "What do you mean you weren't sure it was going to be appreciated?"

  "I guess there isn't any real reason to keep anything from you. Daisy and I have been on the rocks recently. I read this 'pretend you are a burglar' fantasy in some women's magazine and I thought I would try it to spice things up," he said. He played with a wet spot from the rain on his shirt. "Fucking my girlfriend's roommate and then getting blackmailed isn't exactly what I thought was going to happen when I did it though."

  "If Daisy hasn't asked you to do this to her, then I wouldn't. A few years ago someone broke in to her dorm and stole some of her stuff. It really, really, freaked her out. I honestly don't know how she would react if you had actually tied her up and fucked her. And I'm not just saying this to keep you all to myself- I'm telling you because she really would freak. She had me sleep in her room for almost two weeks after it happened because she was so scared," I said. Lance blanched and put his hands back in his hair. Little water droplets sprayed everywhere.

  "Shit. I didn't know about that. She had said something about being terrified of being robbed, but I didn't even think about it before I climbed in that window," he said with a sigh before looking up at me. "I really am making a mess of things."

  I thought about telling him that I wasn't on birth control like Daisy was. That when he came inside of me, that there was a very real chance that he got me pregnant, but the look on his face made me keep quiet. There was plenty of time to tell him later if anything came of it. He was having a rough night as it was.

  "Well, Daisy would have hated it, but I loved it. So thank you," I said. The lights flickered as a peal of thunder shook the foundations of the house. "Some storm huh? I have to work tomorrow, so I am going to bed. You are welcome to stay on the couch or," I paused and smiled wickedly at him, "or you can sleep w
herever you want."

  "Ha ha, you're so very funny. You aren't getting anymore tonight young lady. You pack a wicked punch," he said as he rubbed his jaw. I couldn't remember catching a piece of him, but then I had been struggling hard enough that it wouldn't surprise me. "I think I'll head home and sleep in my own bed- go over your offer one more time."

  "You have until Daisy gets back to make up your mind, then. Have a good night," I said as I stood up and headed towards the stairs. I dragged my fingertips along his arm as I passed and I could hear him breathe in hard. He watched as I walked up the stairs to bed. I felt a funny tingle in my stomach as I heard him stand and turn off the TV before going back out into the storm. A little touch of disappointment filled me when I heard his car drive off; I would have liked very much to have had him in my bed for the night.

  "No Daisy, I completely understand. Family comes first. If you need to stay longer than a couple extra days, then stay as long as you need to. Tell your family I say hi," I said into the phone as I pulled into our driveway. It had been a long day at work and I was looking forward to sitting down and taking it easy. I grabbed my purse and my bag of burgers and fries and entered the house.

  The door swung open easily. Either I had forgotten to lock it or Lance was going to make good on our deal. I felt a giant smile start to form on my face, but I walked in like I didn't care and headed to the kitchen. The house was quiet and nothing had been moved. I kicked off my shoes and sat down at the table, digging into the juicy burger and waiting for him to surprise me.

  Nothing.

  I finished dinner and thought maybe he was waiting for me to come upstairs and change out of my work clothes. I grinned as I walked up the stairs and my heart pounded as I pushed open my bedroom door.

  Nothing.

  I changed into a pair of boy-cut cotton panties and a t-shirt, but nothing happened. I sighed and plopped down on the bed. I could hear another summer storm rolling in and it was going to be another hot night alone. I left the door unlocked, hoping that he would use it to ambush me and pleasure me. I felt a thrill of anticipation dance up my spine.

  I spent the rest of the evening jumping at every sound, hoping that each creak the house made, each car driving by was Lance coming to ravage me again, but the night quickly turned dark without a single sign of him.

  I watched the evening news report that the storm tonight was expected to hit my area a little after midnight. The air was already muggy and heavy with anticipation of the rain. I loved these hot summer nights with the big booming thunderstorms that rolled through. The lightning and thunder fascinated me and it always smelled so good in the morning.

  I switched off the TV and headed to bed, turning off lights as I went up the stairs. I cracked my window, feeling the breeze carrying the storm push fresh air into my bedroom. My window was sheltered by an awning so I wasn't worried about the rain getting in and I settled into my cool sheets and tried to fall asleep waiting for the storm.

  A flash of lightning woke me up. I could hear the thunder rumbling in the distance, the smell of rain in the air. I sat up and glanced around the room, waiting for another blast of lightning to illuminate the comfortable surroundings.

  A flash hit and the world lit up, but my room held no surprises. I pouted slightly and pulled the covers up over my shoulders and curled back up. I was fast asleep before I even heard the thunder hit.

  I tried to roll over but my arm was stuck. I tugged on it and heard a low chuckle that stood out from the soft roll of thunder. I blinked my eyes open hard, and struggled to sit up, but I couldn't move. My hands were tied to my headboard, the rope digging into my skin. I pulled hard on it, but the harder I pulled the more it tightened around my wrists.

  "Don't struggle," a dark voice whispered into my ear. I felt a moment of panic before I recognized it. Lance.

  I tried to say his name, but my mouth had a rolled up kerchief gagging me. I bit down, but there was no way I could talk around it. I jerked my head around until I could see him. He was standing by the bed, watching me. I could only see his eyes under the ski-mask he had pulled down over his face. He was wearing a black skin tight shirt that showed off his muscles and a pair of black gym shorts that weren't hiding his excitement. Seeing him turned on made the space between my legs go wet.

  He traced a finger down my bare arm, sending goosebumps across my skin. I tried to kick my legs, but they too, were tied to the bed. I could feel my thin t-shirt starting to ride up my back as I struggled. He laughed, a low dangerous sound.

  "Do you promise not to scream?" the masked man whispered in my ear. He reached out and held my jaw firmly in his hand, completely in control of my head.

  I nodded and he tightened his fingers around my jaw until I whimpered. The fire growing in the pit of my stomach was screaming for his touch. My panties were practically drenched as he climbed onto the bed and pinned my shoulders down with his knees. His erection was obvious in the gym shorts this close to my face.

  "Don't scream," he cautioned and pulled on the gag. As soon as it was free I took a deep breath and let out a yelp. He immediately pushed my jaw up, shutting my mouth and cutting off the sound.

  "I told you not to scream," he chastised as he worked his throbbing cock out of his shorts with his free hand. I watched as he placed it on my lips and he let go of my jaw.

  I opened my mouth to scream again, but he simply pushed himself inside my mouth. He felt so big as I rubbed my tongue up and down against him. He moaned softly as he filled my mouth and began to rock his hips back and forth. His knees pressed into my shoulders and made it so I couldn't fight him even if I had wanted to.

  I could tell it felt good for him, because he began to speed up. His cock grew wetter and wetter with every thrust, pushing deep into my throat until I was trying not to gag. He continued to push away, forcing me to accept his shaft deeper and deeper into my mouth.

  "Good girl," he whispered after I gagged hard when he pushed too deep. He pulled his dripping cock out of my mouth and then replaced the gag. He shifted his weight off my shoulders, settling his knees onto the bed beside me. He ran his fingers along my stomach where my shirt had ridden up. They felt hot against my skin, like they might set me on fire.

  His hand splayed out against my stomach, and then he slowly slid it up under my shirt. A grunt of appreciation came out as he realized I wasn't wearing a bra and his fingers found my breasts. He tightened his hand around one, roughly grabbing the soft tissue.

  I arched my back against his hand, but he simply pushed me down with the other, moving it to grope by breast through the shirt. He massaged my tits with his hands, hard enough to let me know that he was completely in control and that I couldn't fight him.

  The hand under my shirt cupped my breast and then he pinched my nipple with his fingers. I could feel the skin tighten and pucker as he played with the sensitive skin. It was like he had a string from my nipple down to my pussy and with every pinch and pull was playing with it as well. My whole body was vibrating with desire, wanting him to touch more than just my nipples.

  He kept playing with the one, and let go of the other. With the now freed hand, he pulled up my shirt, exposing my breasts to the cool night air. He leaned forward and took one in his mouth. It was hot and wet, and sent a shiver through my body. I arched my back up into him, wanting more. My entire body was on fire with need.

  I moaned softly against the gag and he chuckled and dragged his tongue down along the curve of my breast, down to my belly button. He blew on the trail of moisture, sending cold shivers up and down my spine. I writhed as he kissed his way down to my underwear, his finger running along the top edge as his lips finally made their way there.

  With an intensity that I wasn't expecting, he suddenly ripped the thin material of my underwear in half. I gasped as the fabric gave way under his strong arms, feeling it pull apart. I lay exposed and bare before him, trembling with anticipation. He ran a single finger along the slit of my folds, barely touching me but lettin
g me know that I was all his.

  I arched my hips, trying to get his finger to press harder against me, but he simply moved his hand away. I fought the ropes binding my wrists to the bed, but it was no use; he simply waited, watching me with his dark eyes until I stopped struggling and held still.

  "Good girl," he whispered, his voice soft like velvet. He took his long, hard cock and pressed it up against my opening, rubbing it up and down, teasing me. I spread my legs as wide as the ropes would allow, feeling the ropes dig into my ankles; I wanted to feel him inside of me, but I held still, letting him be in charge.

  With a slowness that was driving me to madness, he slowly pushed the tip of his cock in. I moaned into the gag, as he pushed deeper and deeper with agonizing slowness. I could feel my pussy wrapping around him, drawing him further inside of me. I didn't know I could fit that much cock inside of me, but he kept pushing deeper, threatening to skewer me alive.

  He let out a low moan of pure pleasure and began rocking back and forth, sliding his wet cock in and out of my dripping pussy. I arched my back in time with his rhythm, helping him slam into me and enjoying the clapping sound our skin made as we connected. He was in complete control and I was powerless to his will. He could have me any way he wanted me and there was nothing I could do but sit back and enjoy the ride.

  He reached down with his right hand and found my clit, rubbing small circles with his thumb. Between the stimulation on my pleasure center and his cock sliding in and out, I could feel my body begin to vibrate with pleasure. My core filled with a rumbling thunder, and I could feel myself about to climax. He kept up the steady rhythm of his thumb and cock and let lightning strike. A streak of pleasure flashed through my body, my eyes going wide as colors filled my vision. Every nerve in my body tingled as ecstasy flowed through me. He kept up the pace, never relenting as I crashed into a second orgasm immediately after the first.