Home Invasion for a Southern Belle

Postby DesertFox » Tue Dec 17, 2013 4:12 pm

I'd done my research and watched for a few days. Elizabeth, a beautiful young blonde out of southern Kentucky, was home alone in her college apartment for a weekend. One roommate was out of town and one had already left for the summer. The apartment was an entire floor and located at the end of a long, sloping driveway to a small parking lot where no one else could see the entrance from the street. In short, it was an unfortunate situation for the girl in question. As I watched her come home from the store, I noticed her, once again, leaving her door unlocked. I almost felt sorry for her...but not quite.

She was a pretty 21-year-old. Sort of short, with a fit body and toned muscles (I love a gym fanatic) and long blonde hair. She wore a pair of black-framed glasses and a gold Michael Kors watch, and today she had on some dark-wash jeans, a tan sweater, and brown boots.

As she made her last trip into the apartment with her bags, I checked my own duffel. I had several coils of coarse rope, a roll of grey duct tape and a few bandanas. As she closed the door I made my move, hurrying to the side of the door as she closed it. She did think to lock it finally, but it was an old key and I jiggled it open with a hair pin in a few seconds. I opened the door and saw that her back was to me as she put things in the fridge. I slid into the doorway of a room off to the left and waited for her to notice that the door was slightly ajar. It didn't take long.

"What in the heck," Elizabeth muttered in a thick Southern accent as she went to close the door. I jumped up behind her and slapped a hand over her mouth.

"Hmmmph!"

"Shhh, sweetheart," I leaned down to say in her ear. I unholstered my gun and set it against her temple. Thing wasn't even loaded, but that didn't matter to her. "Just be quiet and lock that door and we'll get settled."

I kept my hand tightly over her mouth and pulled her body closer to me as she closed the door. I walked her over behind the kitchen counter.

"Alright darling," I whispered to her. "I'm going to take my hand off your mouth and put away this gun. Just don't scream or do anything you'll regret and I'll be out of your life in 15 minutes."

Shaking, she nodded. I took my hand from her mouth and holstered my gun, then pushed her to the floor.

"Please," she said with a quavering voice. "Just take what you want. Don't hurt me."

"I don't plan on it," I said. "Just going to make sure you stay put." I took a coil of rope out of my bag and watched her go pale.

"No, no," she pleaded. "Please don't tie me up! I ain't going anywhere!"

"Quiet," I snapped at her. "Put your hands behind your back and shut up."

She was surprisingly calm as she did as I asked and I tied her wrists together, pushing her watch down on her wrist before tying her wrists above it by looping the rope around her wrists several times, tightening it on each pass, and then turning it to run it vertically over the coils. I cinched it tight and knotted it as she gasped slightly. I went around and did the same with her booted ankles as she averted her gaze from me. Now that she was tied hand and foot, there was only one last step...

I took out a long red and went over to the sink. I grabbed a sponge that looked sort of soapy but relatively dry, but you've got to work with what you've got, right? I crouched down next to her face and grabbed her chin, forcing her eyes towards me.

"Good job sweetie. Now open up."

"Uh-uh, no, don't gag me I won't scream or anything!" Her lower lip was shaking and I saw tears welling in her eyes behind her glasses.

"Sorry but I'm not falling for that again," I said as I pushed her cheeks together, opening her mouth. I stuffed the sponge in her mouth, almost making her gag, and noticed the soapy bubbles forming at the corners of her lips. I folded the bandana and cleave gagged her with it, moving behind her and tying it tightly behind her head. She gurgled at me and I saw more soap bubbles come down the front of the bandana as I pulled her head back against my chest, checking that the bandana was tight between her teeth.

"Hmmmmphh," she pleaded with me, tears dotting the corners of her eyes as I stood up to take a look at her place.

"Just hang out there, darlin'," I said to her as I swung my bag over my shoulder and walked away. "I'll be done in a flash!"

To be continued! Want to read more?

Re: Home Invasion for a Southern Belle

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Tue Dec 17, 2013 6:41 pm

I certainly wouldn't mind!...
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Re: Home Invasion for a Southern Belle

Postby SelenaGfan » Wed Dec 18, 2013 4:46 am

Would love to read more please.

Re: Home Invasion for a Southern Belle

Postby asianguy » Wed Jan 15, 2014 7:32 pm

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Re: Home Invasion for a Southern Belle

Postby DesertFox » Wed Mar 12, 2014 1:42 pm

I left Elizabeth tied and gagged in the kitchen while I went to her room with the duffle bag. I found some jewelry, an iPad, a laptop computer and a few other things that might net me a few thousand dollars. That's a pretty small burglary for me, but when I get to tie up a pretty girl, it makes the trip worth it.

I knew there was more, though. Her Mercedes SUV told me all I had to know: this girl's parents had some money. Now, what where they doing not giving it to me?

I tossed my duffle bag onto the floor and went back to check on the girl. She hadn't tried anything, as I figured, and was just leaning against the counter, sobbing softly into her gag. She straightened up when she saw me and tried to inch back away, mumbling through the gag at me. I leaned down next to her and spoke quietly.

"Relax, sweetheart. I'm not gonna hurt you. Do you want that sponge out of your mouth and a drink of water?"

She nodded vigorously and I undid the red bandana, pulling the soapy and dripping sponge out of her mouth. True to my word, I held a bottle of water to her lips and she gulped some down.

"Yuck," she grimaced. "That was soapy as all hell!"

"Yeah, complain all you want," I replied. "I'm not in the sympathy business. Now tell me, what do mommy and daddy do?"

"My dad's an attorney," she said with a gulp. "My mom doesn't work."

"Just what I expected," I replied. "Guess what, honey? You're going to come to my place for a spell."

"Oh god no," she gasped. "PLEASE! SOMEBODY HE-MMMPH!"

I clamped my hand over her mouth as she started to scream for help. With my other hand I rummaged around in the fridge and pulled out a lemon.

"Alright sweetie, anything else before we take our trip?" I took my hand off her mouth.

"Yeah, fuck you!"

Elizabeth spat in my face as I shoved the lemon in her mouth. She made a garbled noise as I forced it behind her teeth, her front and bottom teeth biting into the thick skin. I wiped the spit off my face with one hand and pinched her cheeks with the other. I felt an overwhelming urge to smack her but knew that damaging the merchandise was bad for business.

"Sweetie, you bite down on that lemon before I slap you across the face."

She did as she was told and bit down hard, the sour juice trailing down her throat. She shivered as she tasted it and I pulled out a roll of duct tape, wrapping it around her head, between her teeth and over the lemon 5 or 6 times before tearing it and patting the end down on the back of her head. I untied her wrists before forcing them in front of her, ziptying them tightly with one zip tie above her watch and one below, just above her palms. I rummaged through her kitchen and found something interesting: Ghost Chili Atomic Hot Sauce.

I hummed softly to myself as I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder, grabbing my duffle bag with the other hand. I threw it in the trunk of my car and laid her (not so gently) beside it. I used another ziptie to connect her wrists and ankles tightly together. She moaned into her gag as I leaned down and patted her face.

"You're not in my good graces right now, dear. Let's enjoy the ride."

I slammed the trunk lid, got in my car and drove away.

In the trunk

Elizabeth was trying to figure out where the car was turning, but even in a town she'd been living in for four years she couldn't tell where they were. She groaned into her gag and tried to kick the side of the trunk, but with her wrists tied to her ankles it was impossible. She craned her neck and looked at her watch: they'd been driving for about half an hour.

Suddenly, it hit her!

'Look in the bag! See if he brought your iPad!'

She squirmed over to the duffel bag and unzipped it, feeling around inside. She found a bottle of hot sauce ('Weird,' she thought...) and then felt her iPad! She wrestled it from the bag and then opened the messaging function. She typed out a message to her mom and dad quickly, her heart racing.

"Help I'm being kidnapped, I don't know where--"

In the time she'd been typing, she didn't notice the car had stopped. The trunk opened above her and she tried to shove the iPad away from her, but the message stood out brightly on the screen. The man noticed it and shook his head before erasing the message and turning it off, all the while ignoring Elizabeth's muffled pleas.

"You're in some deep shit, Elizabeth."

He undid the ziptie connecting her wrists and ankles and took her inside his house.

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Five minutes later, I was finishing tying Elizabeth to the chair. Her hands were bound roughly behind her with rope and connected to her ankles, which were tied together and forced under the chair. Rope above and below her breasts connected her to the chair and a few more strands held her thighs down and knees together.

Elizabeth made a gargled sound through the gag and I looked at her.

"I'm not done just yet, don't worry."

I took another thin strand of rope and tied it into her hair in a ponytail knot, then tied it to her booted ankles. This yanked her head back sharply, pointing her face at the ceiling. She groaned again into her gag as I tightened it further.

"Alright, you're probably going to be gagged the rest of the time you're here, but we're going to make it a bit more interesting..."

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In the basement

Elizabeth was sweating bullets. The man had stuffed her mouth with a dishrag into each cheek, filling her mouth tightly and forcing it wide open. Then he had uncapped the bottle of Atomic Hot Sauce, stuffed it between the rags in the middle of her mouth and pointed it down her throat, tipping it slightly to give her a few drops as a sample. It was the hottest thing she'd ever tasted, and she was mad at her roommate for buying it. She strained against the rope tying her ankles to her hair, as every inch backwards forced another drop out of the bottle to spill down her throat. Forcing her head forward took all of her strength, but she was already sweating and red in the face from just a few drops of the hot sauce. Tears dotted her eyes, from both the heat and the situation itself.

She couldn't help but start sobbing, and the movement of her head brought it forward and backward, forcing more drops from the bottle of hot sauce down her throat. She screamed into her gag and thrashed at her bonds, but knew she wasn't going anywhere for a while.

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-To Be Continued

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-DF

Re: Home Invasion for a Southern Belle

Postby hujikelmop » Thu Mar 13, 2014 3:43 am

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Re: Home Invasion for a Southern Belle

Postby vantran » Thu Mar 13, 2014 4:16 am

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Re: Home Invasion for a Southern Belle

Postby angim350 » Sun Mar 16, 2014 1:05 am

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