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  Reluctantly Bred by the Home Intruder

  Cassandra Zara

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  Copyright 2012 Cassandra Zara

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  Reluctantly Bred by the Home Intruder

  "Here's your last bag, Daisy," I said, hoisting it into the car.

  "Thanks, Cammy. You're a life saver. You're sure you'll be okay here this weekend without me?" Daisy asked.

  "I think I can survive one weekend alone by myself. I'm sorry you have to go," I said.

  "Yeah, but my aunt is going to go into emergency surgery and my mom wanted us all to be there. I'll be back Sunday night," she said.

  I gave her a hug and watched as she got into the driver's seat. She pulled away, heading into the darkening clouds and I did suddenly feel quite alone. I looked out at the approaching storm, wishing I didn't have to be alone tonight. If only I had a boyfriend like Daisy's. Daisy's boyfriend, Lance, was just the kind of guy I had always wanted: tall, good looking, and funny as hell. I wish I had gotten to him first. Oh well, I'll just curl up in front of the TV and waste my Friday night away, I thought.

  I could see lightning flashes in the distance, but they were still too far away to hear any thunder. As I went back inside, I made sure to lock the door behind me. I decided to go and take a quick shower before the storm hit. I made the water cooler than usual since the day had been so hot. It felt good to cool down and then put on clean pajamas. I put on a light tank top and a pair of running shorts, knowing that even with the storm, I was still probably going to wake up hot.

  I flicked on the TV, and the weather report was on. "It is going to be a doozy of a storm, folks. With the record breaking temps today, combined with the cold influx of cold air, we are on a severe thunderstorm warning. Flood watches are in effect for several counties and radar is showing hail forming..."

  I cut the TV reporter off with the mute button. I thought I heard a noise upstairs. My body tensed as I waited to hear it again. Lightning flashed through the room, followed by soft thunder. I had almost convinced myself that I hadn't heard anything and it was just my imagination playing tricks on me when I heard it again. The storm was moving in, but the thud upstairs wasn't from thunder.

  I stood up slowly, my heart starting to pound in my chest.

  I was alone in the house, or at least I was supposed to be. Whatever was happening up there, the strange noises coming from upstairs were making me nervous. I suddenly wished Daisy was here.

  I swallowed hard and set the remote down on the coffee table and went over to the front door. Daisy kept a heavy wooden baseball bat next to the door, just in case. I had always laughed at her since we lived in a nice neighborhood, but now I was grateful it was there. I picked it up, the wood smooth under my fingers. It felt heavy in my hands, but I suddenly felt less afraid.

  I walked over to the stairs, the wood floor cold under my bare feet. Every hair on my body felt like it was standing on end, but I wasn't sure if it was from nerves or because of the storm. Thunder rumbled in the distance again, closer this time. I could hear the wind in the trees outside now that the TV was quiet. The weather man animatedly ran his arms around in circles over the map as the different counties changed color to represent the storm's movements. It wouldn't be long before the brunt of the storm hit here.

  I bit my lip. Was I just being paranoid or did I actually hear something upstairs? I spun the bat in my hands, playing with the weight. I thought about calling Daisy's boyfriend and having him come check it out for me, but I knew he would just laugh and call me a chicken. Besides he was supposed to be at work. I had probably just left a window open and the wind was blowing things around. No big deal. I took a step up onto the first step.

  The upstairs hallway was dark, but there was enough light from downstairs to see the three doors. The two bedroom doors were cracked open with the bathroom between them. I crept forward, my heart in my throat. The floorboard creaked underneath my foot and I froze next to the picture of Daisy and me in the hallway. Our smiles blazed out at me, eerie in the dark. People always said we could be twins, with the two of us both having the same blue eyes and long dark hair. I had lost count of the amount of times people, even boyfriends and parents, had gotten the two of us confused for one another.

  The house was silent except for the wind outside. I went to the first door and raised the bat up over my shoulder. Babe Ruth would have been proud of my stance as I pushed my door open with my toe, ready to swing for the fences.

  Lightning seared through the room, blinding me for a moment. Something man-sized waved in the darkness and I instinctively started swinging as I charged the room. I made a connection with something and beat down on it, the darkness of the room making it impossible to see anything. I made sure it was down on the ground, slamming the bat into whatever I hit a couple more times before stepping away and turning on the light.

  The giant teddy bear I had given Daisy for her birthday last year slouched sadly on the floor, an eye missing and its head misshapen. The curtains to her window blew in the wind like crazy waving arms. I felt like laughing. She must have forgotten to close her window. The curtains were what I had seen moving, and the bear was the poor victim of my attack. I shook my head and set the bat down and started towards the window.

  I stopped to fluff poor Mr. Teddy's head back into the right shape, glancing around the floor for his missing eye. I giggled, letting the nervous energy out of my system as I stood up and headed to the window. I pulled hard on the window frame and it slid down easily. I reached up to lock it when I saw him behind me in the window's reflection.

  I turned with a scream, but it was too late. A tall figure in black rushed towards me, his face obscured by a black mask. I broke for the door, scrambling to twist past him as I lunged for the baseball bat. My fingers grasped at it, knocking it over. The man in black lurched forward, grabbing at my body. I fumbled with the bat, picking it up and swinging wildly. Lightning flashed again and the power shut off, throwing the room into darkness.

  I screamed and swung the bat as hard as I could from side to side. I felt the bat collide with something, and then twist out of my grasp. He took the bat from me like I was a small child; I heard it clatter to the floor as the lightning flashed again. In the brief flash of light I saw him lunge forward at me, as I turned for the door.

  I tripped and landed on the floor on my stomach, the wind rushing out of me. The man in black was on me in a second, pinning me to the ground as he pushed me into the floor with his knees on the small of my back. I wanted to scream, but I had no air left in my lungs. I felt rope wrap around my wrists, tying them together.

  Hot tears burned in my eyes as he pushed down harder on my back. My breath came in small gasps as my lungs tried to remember how to function. I felt a rolled-up kerchief go over my head and into my mouth, gagging me. I tried to scream, but the gag did its job well. I pulled on my wrists, but he had tied them to the bed and the most I could do was twist. I wriggled my body, trying to get out from under his knee, but he had me firmly pinned to the floor. I was completely at his mercy.

  I felt his hand caress my hair, tracing it down my back. He ran his fingers lightly across my spine, down to the curve of my buttocks. My tank top had ridden up in my strug
gles, leaving a gap of skin on my lower back between my shirt and the running shorts I wore as pajamas. He touched my skin softly, his fingers hot against my back. I fought again to free myself, but he just pushed his knee harder into my back until I held still.

  He shushed me quietly, running his fingers along the delicate skin. I found myself almost enjoying his soft touch, but fear still pounded through my veins. I wondered what else he was going to do to me. His fingers traced the elastic of my waistband, tracing it from hip to hip before hooking his finger on it and pulling it down. He pulled my shorts down off my ass as far as he could with the front of the shorts pinned between my body and the floor. His fingers kneaded into the taught flesh of my ass, my muscles squeezing as he touched it through the fabric of my bikini-cut panties.

  He traced his fingers along the edges of my underwear, the touch soft and curious. I struggled again, but he just pushed down harder until I stopped. I tried again and he brought his hand down hard against my ass in a powerful spank. I yelped and tried to rise up off the floor, but he just brought his hand down again. It stung enough to bring tears to my eyes even through the thin fabric of my panties.

  "Don't struggle," he whispered, rubbing his hand against my injured ass. I held perfectly still, feeling his hand caress the curve of my ass. I felt a strange warmth growing in my core the more he touched me.

  "Spread your legs," he growled. I pushed my legs together tightly. He pushed down with his knee again, pushing the air out of my body again.

  "Will you just relax and enjoy this, Daisy?" a familiar masculine voice asked, the sinister growl gone. My eyes shot open. Lance was supposed to be at work, but instead he was here. My fear disappeared quicker than lightning, excitement and lust quickly replacing it. He thinks I am Daisy, I thought. We looked similar enough that, in the darkness, there would be no way to tell.

  I tried to yell around the gag, to tell him that I was Cammy, but I couldn't. I had a huge crush on Lance, and I knew this might be my only opportunity to be with him. I tried once more to yell through the gag, but he just shushed me and kept touching my skin. I closed my eyes again, ready to play the game. I slowly gave in and relaxed my legs, spreading them slightly. As soon as I had an inch between them, he let up on the pressure.

  He slid his hand further south along my panties and in between my legs, chuckling as he came across moisture. I didn't realize how turned on I was until I felt him push up against my wet spot. I moaned softly, excitement and need fighting for dominance. He simply chuckled again, shifting his weight off of me slightly. He slid a finger under my panties, brushing up against my skin.

  I jerked instantly, feeling someone so close to such an intimate area. He worked two fingers between my legs and under my panties. It only took a moment for him to find my clit, rubbing small circles that made my body twitch with want.

  With his knee still in my back, he slid his other hand under my chest to grab my breast. He groped it, digging his fingers into the tender flesh. I arched my back, lust surging through me as he pinched a nipple. He sped up the circles on my clit, and slid his thumb into my pussy, making me moan into the gag.

  I could feel my body tightening, my muscles clenching as my body worked towards orgasm. The adrenaline pumping through my system was only making the ascent quicker. I knew I was going to cum. I wanted to feel the relief of release, my body quickly climbing towards it as he worked his thumb in and out of my dripping pussy.

  Lightning flashed as my body seized, finally succumbing to pleasure. I screamed into the gag, my body shaking with energy as I found my blinding moment of release. As the tremors slowly subsided, he stopped moving his thumb and withdrew his hand. I heard him put his fingers in his mouth, tasting my juices. He smacked his lips and took his knee from my back. I lay in a haze of pleasure, as he straddled my legs.

  I heard the fabric rip before I felt it. The thin material of my panties tore easily under his strong hands as he exposed me to the world. He brushed the tatters to the side, rubbing his finger along the slit of my opening. I heard his zipper unzip and then fabric move. I knew what was coming.

  I knew I should fight, but I didn't. I knew I should be afraid, but my heart was pounding with desire rather than fear. I'd wanted Lance for a long time. I wanted to feel him within me. I wanted to have him take me. I could feel his cock press up against my opening, my juices coating him, preparing him to slide in.

  He pushed down on the small of my back with one hand while he pushed his cock into me. I moaned as he penetrated my body. He felt so big, bigger than I had ever felt before. He grunted softly as he pushed his way into me, burying himself to the hilt. I had never felt so full. I wanted more, I needed more. I began rocking my hips against him.

  As I raised my hips, he pulled down on my running shorts, pulling them to my knees. I opened my legs as wide as my shorts would allow. He pulled out and I arched my hips up to him, begging for more. He quickly dove back into me, slamming his body against my ass.

  I moaned into the gag, rocking my hips against him. He pounded his cock into my pussy without mercy, his balls slapping against me with a rhythmic clapping sound. He grabbed my hips with both hands, forcing them up to put my ass high in the air. He dug his fingers into my skin and I was sure I was going to have bruises there the next day.

  With a grunt he let go with one hand and slapped it against my ass. He hit the same spot as before, leaving a red hand print. I cried out, bucking my hips up against him as he hit it again. My pussy tightened around his rod, and he slammed even harder into me.

  I pulled my hands against the rope, but the bed refused to move. My nose pushed into the carpet, my body aching for more. I had never been fucked so roughly and I was enjoying it more than I thought I ever would. He softly touched the red mark on my ass, the almost tickling sensation making me buck like a rodeo stallion. The electricity in his touch shot through me, sending tremors through my whole body.

  I could tell that he was enjoying this too. The strength in his hands as he put my body exactly where he wanted it kept increasing. I could tell he was using me for his pleasure, but everything he did only seemed to enhance my own. I wanted him to use me, to violate me and take my body as his own.

  I could hear rain hitting the window, big splashes of water hitting the glass as the storm rolled in. With my face pressed into the carpet, all I could see in the flashes of lighting was the underside of my roommate's bed. Every time I tried to twist around to see his face, he would grab me violently and shove me back down. The more I struggled, the harder he fucked me.

  I felt his rhythm quicken. His breathing came in ragged gasps as he worked his cock deeper and deeper into me, pleasure surging back and forth between us. Lightning flashed and thunder shook the walls. Rain splattered on the glass and the wind howled in the trees outside.

  I could feel him growing inside of me, and I wondered if he was going to come within me. I knew Daisy was on birth control, but I wasn't. He hadn't put on a condom. Part of me was afraid that he would since I didn't want to get pregnant, but another more primal part of me, craved to feel him fill me with liquid.

  He slammed one last time into me, driving his cock deeper than I thought possible. I felt a spray of hot sticky fluid shoot into me as he filled me with his seed. My own body reacted to the liquid gush by exploding with pleasure. Every fiber of my being vibrated and contracted around his cock, squeezing every last drop of cum I could into myself. I felt my body draw his seed deeper within myself, completely covering my insides with his sperm.

  A peal of thunder shook the foundations of the house, as if the storm itself was orgasming. He slid out from behind me, leaving a trail of liquid on my leg. He wiped himself on the cloth of my shorts before standing. I heard the zipper of his pants and then he walked over to the rope tying me to the bed.

  "Count to 100. Do not get up before 100," he growled. I gulped at the implied threat and I nodded. He untied the rope to the bed and patted my head gently before leaving the room. I counted
slowly, letting my body relax. I could feel his semen leaking out of me onto the floor by the time I hit 45.

  I stayed down long after I hit 100 just listening to the storm. Finally, I sat up and untied my wrists, rubbing at them gently. I had red marks around them from struggling against my bonds. With a groan, I stood up. A stream of liquid gushed down my leg as I hobbled to the bathroom. The lights came back on as I cleaned myself up and got a new set of pajamas from my bedroom. My body felt bruised, but I was filled with a wonderful sense of calm. The storm raged outside, but I was more satisfied than I had been in a long time.

  I walked downstairs, the lights bright and cheery with the TV flashing. I couldn't believe it was still the same evening. My phone sat on the coffee table, blinking. I frowned and picked it up. One missed call and a voice mail from Daisy. I hit the green button to listen to the message.

  "Hey Cammy, it's me. Thanks for letting me borrow your dress today. I just wanted to ask you to close my window with the storm tonight. I forgot to close it this morning and I only remembered when I saw the weather on the news. Oh, and can you do me a favor? If Lance calls, let him know where I went. In all the rush I didn't have time to call him, and now his phone is off. Stay safe with the storm and I'll see you Monday!" Daisy's voice clicked off and the mechanical female voice asked if I wanted to save the message.

  Suddenly, my phone began to ring again. I smiled as I saw the name on the caller ID. Lance.

  "Hey Cammy," Lance said casually.

  "Hey yourself," I answered, trying to keep the smile out of my voice.

  "Do you know if Daisy is still around? I got this weird message on in my voice mail saying she was gone for the weekend. We were supposed to hang out, and I swear I just saw her."

  I smiled to myself. I didn't know how I should play this, but I figured, one way or another, the truth would eventually surface to one or the other of the couple.