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Home invasion

I was sixteen years old when they came for us.

My name is Paul. I'm small for my age, underdeveloped, prepubescent with a slim petite body. I have long thick eyelashes, pale blue eyes, high cheek bones and full red lips. In a nut shell, I have feminine features. Myself and my twin sister Melanie had often been mistaken for twin girls. I live with Mel and my parents, Steve and Bethany Martin in an affluent suburb on the East coast of America. We had never wanted for anything. My father had his own financial services business, doing things with trades that I couldn’t understand. We vacationed in Europe, had nice cars and Mel and I went to private schools. We had plenty of money, or so I thought.

My father, Steve, 34, was a handsome man, he worked out and took care of himself. He was 6ft tall, blonde and athletic. My mom was 33 and beautiful. She was 5ft 2”, blonde with a tiny waist. She had paid the very best surgeons to enhance her bust from B cup to DD and give her lips a nice full pout. She turned heads wherever she went. They were a handsome couple.

Melanie certainly had moms looks. Blonde, 5 feet tall and beautiful with pale alabaster skin. Melanie wasn't going to need any enhancement to her breasts. They were already a C and still growing. Mom says she got lucky and got her Aunties boobs.

Mom and dad didn't look so handsome now, seated across from me. Dads face was bruised and blood was drying under his nose and trickled from a cut by his eye. His shirt was ...

... torn and dirty. Moms make up was smeared across her face, her blouse was torn and hung off one shoulder, exposing one breast, encased in an expensive red lacy bra. A red cheek showed signs of being slapped and blood was visible on her lip. Their hands were tied behind their backs. Mom was sobbing uncontrollably.

I had been woken from my sleep as hands clamped over my mouth and I was pinned to my bed by strong hands. I struggled hard until I felt a something

Like a wasp sting on my buttock and then a warm fuzzy feeling enveloped me and I stopped struggling. It as if a big heavy blanket was thrown over me. It seemed like the things happening to me were happening to someone else, across the room. I seem to recall that I was lifted from my bed by heavy set man and carried into our living room. I think I saw Mel, carried in by a huge man too. I must have fallen asleep because when I next opened my eyes I was laying on some kind of padded bench. My legs hung down and were supported on two padded ledges on either side of the central piece that supported my chest and stomach. My arms rested on the ledges too by the elbows. It was as if I was clinging to the back of horse. I was very comfortable. I closed my eyes again.

I opened them again at an unknown time later and watched woozily as Mel was fastened to another bench with leather straps. She was in the same position as me. I tried to move my arms and legs and realised I couldn't. Never mind, I was comfy and tired. She looked ...