The Intruder - Sex Stories

The Intruder

... the price of his disrespect. He took my sales and now it's payback time. So I'm gonna ask you one more time, bitch, where are the drugs!" Wide eyed in terror, I watched the razor-edge of that blade as it slowly moved closer to my face. I knew how thoroughly screwed I was. With a kilo of meth in the house, Carlos and I would do as much prison time for dealing as this man would for stealing it. Calling for help was out of the question. There was nothing left for me to do. "It's-- it's under the bottom drawer of the dresser." I finally told him, sobbing uncontrollably. "Go ahead and take it, just pleeease, don't cut me!" "Under the dresser is it?" he snarled and pulled the knife away. "Fine, don't fuckin' move and you might get through this. If it ain't there though, you are gonna feel pain like you never even dreamed of!" Pushing me back into the bed, he stepped away. A moment later the bright, directed beam of his maglight came to life and I watched in a twisted blend of horrors as he pulled the drawer out and dumped it on the floor. When he reached into the opening, I was torn between my desire to live and my need for that stash of cash and drugs. When he pulled the plastic wrapped bundles and dropped them into his bag, I felt as violated and defeated as I had when he first appeared in my room. Bitterness and anger overwhelmed my fear and I shrieked at him, "You have what you wanted, you bastard! That's everything we have. Now, just go and leave me alone!" When he calmly ...

... zipped the duffle closed, I actually thought he would. But then, he turned the light around and let it slowly play up and down my body. "I would," he said with what might have been a touch of regret. "But I ain't done yet. Carlos violated my home and now, I got to violate his. I know it ain't gonna make you feel any better about what I'm about to do, but this really ain't about you. Still, it don't hurt that you are so fucking sexy." 'Oh, my God! He's going to rape me!' my mind screamed. 'This can't be happening!' I could almost feel his eyes burning into me as the light traveled over my body and I did my best to hide myself under the sheets. I swear, he just chuckled softly as he watched me squirm. "That ain't gonna help, girl. Besides, I think you're gonna love your first taste of black cock." Then, with one strong hand, he began pulling the covers toward the foot of the bed. 'No, please!' I whimpered as my feeble grip on those sheets failed and I watched in horror as my bare legs became exposed to his view. My heart was heaving in my chest as the dreadful reality of his assault became clear. I was trapped on my own bed with a man bent on taking me by force, unable to even scream for help. My mouth grew dry and a shudder past through me as he sat the light down onto the carpeted floor. The beam rose from below him, casting chaotic and unearthly shadows over the room as he slowly unbuckled his pants. The threatening sound of his zipper coming down filled me with terror. Yet with ...