Home Invasion_(6)

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This is a semi-fictional story, and all participants are 18 years or older. I say semi-fictional because some of the dialogue is made up. However, most of the details come straight from the original police report.

A police detective’s home is invaded, and his wife and daughter are forced to perform various sexual acts on him and each other for the amusement of their captures. This actually happened to a colleague on my department, but I am telling the story from the first person perspective so it won’t sound so much like a police report.


My name is Detective Sergeant Jake Peterman. I have been a member of the Metro Police Department for 22 years. I am married to Sally Peterman, and we have one daughter, Kelli who is nineteen years old. We live in a large Metropolitan city in the Mid-West. For the last 10 years, I have served on the elite Felony Apprehension Street Team. (F.A.S.T.) This team is part of a larger Federal Joint Task Force specializing in removing organized gangs and organize criminal activist from our city streets.

The (F.A.S.T.) team keeps these groups under twenty-four-hour surveillance until they can accumulate enough evidence to take to a Federal Grand Jury. Once criminal indictments are handed down, the team conducts a street sweep and takes the indicted targets into custody. Sometimes innocent people get caught in these street sweeps and are taken into custody along with the criminal elements. They are often only guilty by association. They just happen to be in the wrong place, with the wrong people, at the wrong time. When this happens, the FAST team works diligently to separate and release the truly innocent from the hardcore violators. Sometimes innocent people fall through the cracks.

Over the years I have arrested so many people while working on this assignment; there is no way I can remember every person arrested. Especially the ones that were scooped up, but not charged. That to some extent explains why I am now assisting in the investigation of a case involving my family and me as victims. I know from the start of the investigation there is little or no possibility of identifying or apprehending the people responsible. It all happened several months ago with a home invasion at my home.

I was about thirty minutes late getting home, and my wife and daughter were holding dinner for me in the oven until I can arrive home. Kelli is in her first year of college and is home for the Christmas break. The doorbell rings and Kelli answers the door. She is roughly pushed inside by three masked gunmen dressed in black. They bound and gag Kelli and Sally, her Mother and my wife, to a chair in the den. When I arrived a short time later, I am taken by surprise, disarmed and bound to a chair. None of the three men will speak or answer any of my questions. It appears they are waiting for their leader to arrive.

When Mr. Big finally arrives, he is not wearing a mask. He is dressed in a light windbreaker worn over a casual dress shirt and slacks. The fact that he is not wearing a mask doesn’t bode well with me. It is almost always a bad sign when the assailant doesn’t care if the victim sees his face. I have no idea who this man might be. I have never seen him in my life. No one ever refers to the man as anything other than ‘The Boss.’

Arriving with the Boss is three other masked men dressed in black. It doesn’t take long for the Boss to explain who he is and why he is in my home. He is a multi-millionaire who made his fortune by inventing a tiny computer chip that is used in millions of computerized devices. That small amount of information alone is not enough to actually identify him, and he knows it. Tech millionaires were coming and going each day back in the ’90s during the tech boom.

I learn from the Boss that four years ago his 19 years old daughter, Lydia was scooped up in a Task Force street sweep. I was not even sure I was involved in that particular sweep. The Boss claims that the ordeal she went through while in police custody was so traumatic, she committed suicide. Even after years of therapy, she was unable to come to grip with what had happened to her. The unfortunate part is she happens to be one of the truly innocent people in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The Boss orders two mask men to untie Kelli and take her to her bedroom. He has two other mask men to take my wife, Sally to her bedroom. The men are ordered not to harm either female unless approved to do so by the Boss. After the two women are taken from the den, I was stripped naked and duct taped to a wooden straight back chair. Each ankle was taped to a leg of the chair. My waist was duct taped to the back of the chair, firmly holding me in place and my hands are then bound down by my sides. I am secured in place with absolutely no freedom of movement.

The Boss tells me that his daughter Lydia spent her first eight hours in a holding cell with seven street prostitutes. She was forced to lick every one of the prostitutes to orgasm multiple times. When she cried and begged them to let her stop, they punched and slapped her until she agreed to continue. At shift change that night a Detention Officer moved her to an isolation cell where she was stripped of her clothes. During the next two eight hour shifts she was visited by every Detention Officer on the cell block. She was repeatedly raped and sodomized. Some of the Detention Officers even made repeat visits. I was shocked to hear the man’s daughter went through such abuse at the hands of my fellow law enforcement officers. The Boss tells me that he intends to use my daughter Kelli to illustrate just what Lydia went through and exactly how it affected her whole family.

The Boss excuses himself and leaves the den, walking toward my daughter’s bedroom. I become concerned for the safety of my wife and daughter. I don’t want them to be alone with this obvious madman. I panic and try to break from my restraints. I realize my attempt is futile. I start screaming that I will track down the Boss and kill him if any harm comes to my wife and daughter.

One of the masked men puts his hand on my shoulder and whispers in my ear, “Calm down, Sergeant Peterman. No real harm will come to your family. Just take it easy and go along with the Boss.”

“How in the hell do you know for sure that idiot will not harm my family?” I ask.

The masked man speaks to me in a low voice, “We don’t have much time so just shut up and listen to what I have to tell you. Just about everything the Boss just told you about his daughter is false. Yes she was arrested in a street sweep and yes she was held in jail for a couple of days, but she wasn’t mistreated as gaziantep eskort bayan he claims. He is just a heartbroken old man trying to blame someone else for his failings.”

I agree to hear what the masked man has to say. I sit quietly and try to make sense of what he is saying.

“First of all, Lydia did not commit suicide. She ran away with her boyfriend from college, and they are living lavishly on the West Coast. The boyfriend is pimping her out to an exclusive escort service. Lydia was not abused in jail. She is a stunningly beautiful young woman who loves sex and uses sex to her advantage. She was treated like a queen while in jail. She first finagled a warm blanket by licking the pussies of two female detention officers. When the night shift supervision arrived, she had him move her to a private cell in exchange for sex. Over the next two days, she was lavished with gifts from practically every detention officer on the cell block; both male and female detention officers indulged her every whim in exchange for sex. As I said; the Boss’s daughter loves sex and knows just how to use it to her advantage. Her daddy sent her to the most prominent university in the country, and she graduated with honors by trading sexual favors for high grades. Both male and female professors gladly gave her high marks for sexual favors.”

“How do I know I can trust you?” I ask.

“You don’t…but right now I am the best hope you have that your family will come out of this with minimal damage. And you have my assurance that I will step in and stop everything if he starts to get out of hand. That old man has more money than he could possibly ever spend and he is paying us a lot of money to ease his conscience. I recruited all of these people and they will follow my orders over his.”

“Do I know you…do you know me?” I plead for assurance.

“That doesn’t matter one way or another. You are lucky I was the one that answered his ad in Mercenary Magazine. It could have been answered by real criminals and who knows what would have happened to you and your family. Just play along with the old man, and I promise you and your family you will come out of this safely, and with a much healthier bank account. One of my cohorts has already briefed your wife, and she is on broad with our plan.”

The Boss returns to the den and tells me he has explained to Kelli what is expected of her and she promises to co-operate. He sends word to the two men holding Kelli, to strip her naked and bring her into the room. Kelli is 5′ 5″ with a slender build and weighs 119 pounds. She has a remarkable figure with perky B cup breasts and a tiny waist. Kelli has shoulder length dishwater blonde hair. Boys and men alike can’t help but take notice when she is present. I am ashamed to admit it, but I have sometimes wondered what she would look like naked. Go ahead and call me a pervert, but I am only human, and when I have those thoughts I am thinking of her as a beautiful young woman; not my daughter. I would never try to seduce my own daughter.

When the men bring Kelli into the room my eyes fall first to her breast with pink aureole the size of a quarter and darker nipples that stick out about a quarter of an inch when aroused. As I said, I am a typical male who appreciates a good looking woman. My body reacts as it would if I were looking at a stranger. As soon as she sees me naked her nipples spring up, and my cock jumps to attention. She is a healthy young woman, and her body becomes aroused at the site of a naked man. That’s just the way human biology works. Our bodies betrayed us both. My mind is besieged with mixed emotions. As hard as I try not to get an erection, I have no control over how my body reacts. This is not the way I had fantasized seeing my daughter’s tits when I would masturbate in the shower.

Kelli blushes when she realizes how wet she is becoming and how hard her nipples had become. She is a typical teenager, and I am sure she thinks back to when she had spent many nights fingering her pussy while wondering what her Dad might look like nude. Boys do that thinking about their Moms, and I have heard girls react the same way towards their Dads. She’s probably wondered how big my cock might be and probably fantasized about how it would feel sliding in and out of her wet pussy. Men and women are designed to react that way regardless of the familial relationship. It’s a society not nature that put boundaries between blood relatives. However, in this case, both Father and daughter are crippled with mixed emotions.

The Boss seems to delight in how we react to each other’s nudity. He wants to know if we have ever had sex with each other. Kelli and I stared at him with disgust. The Boss laughs and says he bets that both of us have probably fantasized about each other at one time or another. He’s right about me and probably right about Kelli, but still, my stomach begins to churn acid anyway, and it’s all I can do not to vomit.

The Boss orders Kelli to get down on her knees in front of me and enthusiastically jack me off until I ejaculate. He demands that she convince everyone she enjoys doing it. She refuses and tries to leave the room, but the two mask men stop her. She is told that if she doesn’t comply with every order, they will cut her mother’s throat and let her bleed to death on the floor in front of us. The tone of his voice is compelling. I believed him even though one of the masked him had assured me my family would not be physically harmed.

Kelli immediately kneels in front of me and through tear-filled eyes tells me how sorry she is for having to do this to me. I let her know that I totally understood and nodded my approval for her to go ahead with the order. Kelli and I are both reasonably sure the Boss would carry out his threats to cut Sally’s throat if we refuse to follow the rules. Kelli reluctantly took my hard cock in her small smooth hand and began to slowly stroke me up and down. It feels remarkable to me but I try to put that out of my mind because it is against every moral value I believe in. I have had women play with my cock since high school, and I have come to recognize when they enjoy it. It is evident that Kelli likes the texture of my cock and the way it feels as her hand moves over veins and muscle that make up his very hard sex tool. I have mixed emotions. I fight off my climax because it will be embarrassing for me to have an orgasm at the hands of my daughter, but I he won’t let her stop until I do. She strokes me for about 10 minutes, and I am nowhere near a climax. She complains that her arm is getting tired and wants to rest.

The Boss tells her that she is not allowed to stop until I show my enjoyment by blowing my load in her face or on her tits. She is said to improvise to speed up his climax or suffer the consequences of failure. By trying to fight off my orgasm, I have made matters worse for Kelli. Without hesitation, she leans forward and boldly shoves my cock into her warm mouth and circles the head with her tongue. I am shocked when I become aware of the fact my supposedly innocent little girl is really good at sucking cock. I can tell Kelli loves the feel of my cock in her mouth, but she winks at me and feigns disgust.

I am not proud of that fact, but her mouth feels so fucking gratifying to me, I almost blow my sperm into her mouth right then. The guilt I feel causes me to put what she is doing out of my mind. I begin trying to concentrate on ways to identify the culprits for later. It works to some extent. I am able to control my emotions to a point. I do not want my little girl to taste my salty sperm. At least that is what I am trying to convince myself, but inside it excites me and angers me at the same time.

The Boss gets impatient and orders Kelli to straddle my lap cowgirl style and fuck me until one of us has an orgasm. Kelli hesitates and agonizes over whether to do it or not until one of the men swats her on the ass with a belt and reminds her of the consequences if she fails to follow orders. Kelli straddles me and guides my cock into her velvety smooth pussy. I instantly become cognizant Kelli has no hymen and then remind himself that she is a 19 years old college girl and few college girls are still virgins at nineteen. She is a college student now, and I understand that all kid explore their sexuality their first year away from home. I try to justify what we are doing just stop the guilt that is consuming me.

She places both hands on my shoulders for balance and begins to briskly slide up and down on my shaft while moving her hips forward and backward, pushing against their our mounds. My body reacts to my daughter’s sexual movements and shivers, unable to stifle the moan that involuntarily slips from my mouth. After a minute or two, her face flushes crimson red, and her tempo quickens. The Boss is pleased and orders her to shove one of her tits in my mouth. She slips her left breast into my mouth. The Boss orders her me to suck it with enthusiasm and make sure she enjoys it. I close my eyes and try to pretend she is someone other than my little girl.

For Kelli’s sake, I am determined to get this over quickly. I suck her nipple into my mouth and gently rolls my tongue around the areola while alternating between sucking and chewing on it. It’s more than Kelli can take. She faintly quivers and pulls her left breast out of my mouth and replaces it with her right breast. I suck it deep into my mouth and begin to flick the nipple with my tongue. I tenderly bite down on it, and she starts to whimper and fuck me faster and faster. I feel her body become rigid, her pussy is gripping and sucking my cock further into her body. She begins to shudder and tremble intensely. She throws her head back and screams, “I’m ahhhhh…I’m ahhhhh… cummmming! Oh my god, I’m Cumming sooooo fucking hard.”

At the same time she screams, I feel my cock spasm and discharge at least four powerful strings of semen into my poor baby’s vagina. The room erupts with applause from the masked men. Kelli puts her arms around my neck and pulls my face into her breast. She holds me securely and repeats over and over how sorry she is that they made her do this to me. She would never want me to know how much she actually enjoyed this moment with me, but I knew. I know when a woman is satisfied with sex. I try to console her and tell her not to feel guilty because she had no say in the matter. I had often dreamed of fucking my beautiful young daughter, but in those dreams, it had always been a mutual desire.

The Boss sends for my wife, Sally. Two men lead her into the room. She is also naked and is trying to cover her body with her hands. The Boss tells Kelli that she will start her night of pussy licking by first going down on her own mother. In my professional opinion, Sally appears to be aroused by that suggestion but pretends she is appalled and pleads with the Boss not to make her daughter suffer such degradation. The Boss tells Sally that both mother and daughter will follow all directives. If either refuses, the other will have their throat slit and left to bleed to death. Sally looks at me, not believing what she hears and I nod my head yes. She is horrified, but finally understands the gravity of our circumstances.

Kelli gently pushes her mother into a chair and begins to lick her pussy tenderly. It soon becomes evident that this is not the first time that our baby girl has gone down on another female. I realize it, and Sally especially realizes it. I remember thinking kids apparently start experimenting much earlier than I did. I try to fight it, but my erection returns with a vengeance. The Boss expresses his delight by telling everyone that Daddy apparently enjoys watching his little girl pleasure her mother. I can tell by the look on Sally’s face an orgasm is building deep in her loins. She tries not to enjoy the pleasure her little girl is bringing to her pussy, but she can’t help it because Kelli is really skilled at licking pussy. With tears streaming down her cheeks, Sally looks pleadingly to me for help. It sickens me, but I am helpless to intervene. Sally’s orgasm hits like a tsunami. Her body shakes and convulses as she slides out of the chair onto the floor.

One of the masked intruders brings a quilt from one of the bedrooms and spreads it on the floor in front of my chair. Sally and Kelli are instructed to get on the quilt in the 69 positions. They are told that they must pleasure each other until both have had at least one orgasm. Kelli lies on her back, crawls under her mother and gets into it immediately, but Sally is on top making a half-hearted effort. One of the intruders strikes Sally several lashes across her butt with a leather belt. Sally cries out in agony. She is told to show more passion or expect more pain.

They roll over on the quilt with Kelli on top. I see my cum starting to drip from Kelli’s pussy into her Mother’s mouth. As soon as Sally tastes the familiar salty juices, she begins to robustly lick and suck the mixture of my cum and Kelli’s juices into her eager mouth. The effect is immediate, and both Kelli and Sally begin to frantically shake and rock as they find themselves in the middle of a joyous mother/daughter orgasm.

The Boss saw Sally eagerly lapping my cum from Kelli’s pussy, and as soon as they calm from their mutual orgasm, he decides Kelli should get to taste her Daddy’s salty cum and orders Sally to siphon more of my cum from Kelli’s pussy. She is ordered to kiss Kelli and push my semen back and forth into each other’s mouth. He then orders them to get on their hands and knees while continuing to kiss. Then two of the intruders come forward and mount Sally and Kelli doggy style while they continue to tongue each other’s mouth. The other men line up and take turns at the girls.

The two women are determined not to delight the Boss by exhibiting any enjoyment, but after a while, Kelli and Sally both begin to rock and push back against their attackers. It appears to be an unconscious thing as their bodies naturally act in response to the steady motion of massive cocks moving in and out of their wet beseeching pussies. Even though they both want to play down the rising orgasmic waves of pleasure capturing their bodies, their orgasms explode anyway.

It is embarrassing for them, but in a simultaneous chorus, both women try to stifle the moans as they both scream, “Oh my God! I can’t help myself, I’mmmm cummingggg!”

I become so aroused that I shamelessly shoot my wad all over my chest and stomach. It distresses me, but I have absolutely no control over my body’s reaction. I become so angry with myself for reacting in that manner. How can I ever convince my wife and daughter that I was not taking pleasure in their being sexually abused? The Boss and all the men in the room gleefully express their delight in the erotic sex show. They insist that Kelli and Sally do an encore performance by licking my chest and stomach clean of the semen deposits. It is so ordered, and they robustly slurp my clean. I try to hide my pleasure, but I think they see through my deception.

The men lined up again, and the Boss announced they were going to fuck the two women in the ass just like his daughter Lydia had been sodomized by the Detention Officers. The girls beg them not to follow through with their Boss’s plan. I implored the Boss to have the common decency not too force such a barbaric punishment on two innocent women. The Boss shouted that none of the Detention Officers seem to care about his daughter’s virgin ass when they repeatedly violated her. The girls were made to assume the position on their hands and knees. The Boss was at least thoughtful enough to supply a lubricant.

The men each take a turn at dumping their seeds into to my wife’s and daughter’s virgin anus. At first, it seems to be very painful for the girls, but after a while, they appeared to endure and began to move in sync with the men as they ravaged their most private orifice. Neither woman had ever had their ass violate before, but after the first couple of men cum in their bowels, it begins to take on a strange pleasurable sensation. Kelli turned to me with tears streaming down her cheeks and said, “Daddy, please don’t be angry with me but, I am…I amm…going to cummmmm. Oh my God, I am cumming. I am cumming so harrrr…hard!”

At that same moment, my body betrays me again as my cock spews another stream of spunk. I couldn’t help it, and my shame was apparent. As Kelli screams with pleasure Sally’s body becomes rigid, and she begins to tremble quietly. I know that she too experienced an orgasm at about the same time, but she was able to conceal that one emotion from everyone. Sally was determined to maintain some semblance of her dignity.

The Boss applauses and shouts “Bravo! Well done! Bring the curtains up for one last encore performance.”

I look at Sally and Kelli and wonders what else does this sick bastard want from my family. The Boss wastes no time in announcing the closing performance. Sally and Kelli will have to clean up the evidence of my last explosion, and then suck each intruder’s cock until they are empty of all their sexual juices. They are to swallow every drop of the men’s nectar.

The men eagerly line up, and the girls kneel before them and submissively accept their cocks into their mouths. After the first couple of exploding cocks, the women both appear to secretly come to a decision that they actually like the taste cum. As they finish draining a man’s cock, he gathers his things and slips out the back door. Shortly after the last man leaves, a team of six forensic specialists arrive and begin to rid each room of any forensic evidence. Since every intruder had worn latex gloves, there is no evidence of fingerprints. The team goes to work swabbing every countertop and piece of furniture. The team vacuum for hair and dry particles of skin.

Two nurses take Sally and Kelli to the bathroom and wash any DNA evidence from their bodies. They even douche each woman’s vagina and enema their rectums. When they are through there is no trace of DNA or any hair or fibers that can be used to detect the identity of any participants.

This whole ordeal of the invasion had taken approximately 70 to 72 hours. Since I didn’t report back to work at my scheduled time, an officer was sent to my home where he found me still naked and taped to the den chair. The Boss did have the decency to re-cloth Sally and Kelli before tying them up again.

I along with several other Detectives have been actively investigating this invasion for the last 18 months with negative results. It must have cost the Boss a small fortune to pull the ordeal off, but he had hired experts that knew precisely what they were doing and were skilled at leaving no evidence. The investigating team has no real hope of ever identifying any of the participants, but they feel obligated to continue their investigation. They owe it to my two extraordinary women and me.

Sally and Kelli are still receiving therapy from the departmental psychology professionals. Their psyches do not appear to have been as damaged as the Boss’s daughter supposedly had been. The masked intruder that promised me they would not hurt my family and also promised to share some of the money the Boss paid to them kept his promise. The money was deposited in a bank account a week after this ordeal occurred. Even though the secret financial reward they received from the invaders proved to be substantial, I still pray they are able to go on with their healing without any deep emotional problems developing later.

Sally and Kelli will never admit it to me or anyone else that they thoroughly enjoyed the multiple orgasms, but I can tell that they did. They especially enjoyed the new experience of anal sex. Sally has asked me to do it to her several times since this ordeal. I have come to appreciate putting my cock in Sally’s ass as much as I do her pussy. Some nights when I am really horny, I fuck both holes. It may be my imagination, but I think Kelli wants to have sex with me again. Not only that, I think Sally would want to join us.

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