The Intruder - Sex Stories

The Intruder

... feared the response I might hear. "Is there somebody there?" Again, my words were sucked away and nothing but silence remained. Seconds ticked by and I was building the courage to rise from my bed when a great clap of thunder shattered the night. For an instant, the lightning flash filled the room with incandescent light, revealing the unmistakable form of a man standing just inside my bedroom door! The flash lasted only a moment but his image was burned so deeply into my retina the he seemed to glow even after the darkness returned. I was stunned as the reality of what I saw sank in. He was tall and black and certainly not my boyfriend! My heart jumped into my throat and I was drawing in a breath to scream when he took the few steps he needed to cross the room. To my horror, he slapped a gloved hand hard over my mouth. "Don't scream, bitch!" he told me. "This shit is going to be a whole lot easier on you if you don't scream. Do what I tell you and everything will be everything, you feel me?" His eyes were dark and menacing and held my gaze despite my desire to flee. Paralyzed by fear, I nodded quickly, accepting his command. The smell of his wet glove sank into my mind and made me want to wretch. I clasped his hand in mine and tried to pull it away, but he was far too strong. My efforts to fight him off only angered him and a moment later he pulled his hand back and slapped me hard across my face. Reeling from the blow, I cried out and fell back, flat into my bed. I hadn't ...

... even seen the blow coming and its impact caused stars to flash in my eyes, stunning me to my core. Tears instantly began flowing down my cheek and in that moment I knew I was about to die. Having nowhere else to go, I coward back into my bed, my belly filled with fear and a desperate whine escaped my lips. At any moment, I expected to feel him on me, but he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me upright on the bed. "Where is it?" he demanded harshly. "Where is the meth! Don't you dare tell me it isn't here!" 'The meth! He wants Carlos's drugs!' In that second, it all began to make sense. Whoever this was, he didn't want me, he wanted the meth Carlos had been dealing. I knew how valuable it was of course, just as I knew there was over twelve thousand dollars in cash with it. It was everything we had in the world and the thought of losing it all was almost as horrifying as being assaulted in the middle of the night. I shook my head, fearfully telling him "I don't know where it is. I swear, Carlos took it with him!" I was crying in desperation and my tears flooded down my face. I was sure that my life was either going to be destroyed or simply ended right then and there. Worse still, I knew there would be no one to save me from it all. The man shook me hard and the I saw the shadowy silhouette of a long knife appear before my eyes. "This ain't about you, bitch. You tell me where the drugs are and you don't have to bleed tonight! Your boy been selling his shit in my hood and this is ...