Pharma

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, story
Content Warnings: Conspiring and Tech Support
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James makes a couple new friends who share similar tastes in women and spycams...
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Chapter 14



James showed up at a brick Craftsman house in Empire, west of Harbor City. It was a drab looking building, the brick a depressing shade of brown following years of neglect. The yard looked like it was similarly neglected with large patches of brown scattered throughout. The house was a two-story on a level lot with a small front porch. A detached garage stood to the left of the house. Three vehicles sat in the stone driveway. The first was a Dodge Magnum sitting on jack stands which was parked close to the garage. The next vehicle was a white Quad Cab RAM 1500 with “Red Briar Security” blazoned on the side. The third vehicle was an older red Toyota Tacoma access cab with “Mapleton Realty” on the doors in white vinyl. James parked his “Harbor City Contracting” F-150 work truck in front of the red Tacoma.

James hopped out of the truck. He was dressed for a workout, just like Steve invited him over for. Gym shorts, gray t-shirt, and tennis shoes. He carried a bag with a change of clothes and some stuff to shower with him to the door. He rang the doorbell, but it made some weird buzzing noise. He knocked instead.

“Door’s open!” A male voice came in from inside. James didn’t recognize it, but followed the command and entered.

The house was relatively bare. The living room had no furniture in it, only a couple boxes on hardwood floors. James called out. “Hello?”

“Come downstairs!” There was the same voice again.

“Close the front door, go through the living room and dining room, then down the door in the kitchen and the steps, basement door is open.” That was Steve.

James walked through the dining room. It was empty except for some boxes. The kitchen looked like it was remodeled sometime in the 90’s and was pretty bare. James saw the basement and headed downstairs. The basement was unfinished, but was set up with several workout machines, a free-weight bench, a stationary bike, a treadmill, and a wall of full-length mirrors. A stereo was playing heavy metal, and a TV hung on one wall by the furnace.

In the center of the room, two men were working out on the free-weight bench. Steve, dressed in a sleeveless t-shirt and black shorts, lay on the bench as he pushed a weight bar up. Above him stood another man. He was on the heavier side with thinning hair, and was dressed similar in an old t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and a pair of black workout shorts.

“Okay, one more, you got this.” The chunky man said to Steve as he pushed the weight bar up one last time. James saw the weight on it. 2 full plates of 20 kilos on each end, with a 20 kilo bar. 100 kilograms. Or as the Yanks say, 225 pounds. Steve pushed the bar up, then the chunky man helped him put the bar on its rest. “Good job, bro, good job.”

Steve leaned up and rubbed the sweat off of his face with his shirt. James had to admit, Steve was even more jacked without any sleeves.

“Oi, did ya rob a Planet Fitness or somethin’?” James said as he walked over to the two men. As he approached the chunky man, he extended his hand. “James St. Croix.”

“Sam, Sam Mapleton. Good to meet you.” The two shook hands. James was taller than Sam who stood about or 1.75 meters or 5’9”. Steve was a couple inches taller, and James was the tallest of the three by two more inches.

“Sam’s a friend of mine. He comes over, works out.” Steve said as he stood up off of the bench and shook James’s hand. “Thanks for coming over.”

“Thanks for havin’ me.”

“Yeah, with Steve’s help I’ve lost about a 30 pounds in the last couple months. Still got a way to go, but not as big as I once was.” Sam said. James looked up and did the math quickly in his head to convert. Even after living the States for years, he thought in Metric for almost everything.

“30 pounds, that’s 14 kilos. Quoite impressive.” Steve walked over to a mini fridge he had in the corner and grabbed a couple bottles of water. James turned to Steve and kept talking. “So, how long ya been ‘ere?”

“About a month. Closed on the house a month ago, been unpacking ever since. Bedroom is set up, kids rooms are set up, but the rest of the house is a work in progress.” Steve handed James a bottle. “What’s your normal workout like?” James opened the bottle and took a sip before answering.

“Normally, I work all day. Cloimb steps, scream at fuckwits, chase down wankers, shit like that. Maybe a little cardio here and there. Nothing like what you were doing.” James pointed to the weight bench.

“That’s okay, everyone at their own pace. We’ll work out for a bit, then get some food, maybe a drink or something later on.”


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The three men worked out for the next hour, rotating through the various machines. James hadn’t been this tired in a while. The three men bullshitted with each other to break the ice. It seems like Sam and Steve met a few months ago and that Sam helped Steve buy this house for a discount. They made a joke about how the last tenant was a single woman who was “extremely motivated” to move. After she left, Sam sold the house to Steve. The way they joked about her made James pay particular attention to how they described her. She was single, in her 30’s, brunette, very skinny, and was apparently a screamer.

They talked about women for a while, and the three seemed to have a mutual fondness and displeasure of the fairer species. They loved women, but hated putting up with their shit. All three were single, though Steve asked Sam about his “Bubbly friend, Kim.” Sam just said it was complicated.

James really wanted to know what they were talking about when his phone rang. It was Tommy. He answered it on speaker.

“The fook you want?”

“I gotta problem James. I don’t know what I’m doing. How do I install this thing? I mean, how does this shit work?” Tommy sounded flabbergasted. A loud scream came from the other room, a woman yelling about some blind cunt being offside.

“Da fook?” James asked.

“They’re watching rugby in the next room. Well, she’s screaming at the TV and he’s watching quietly.”

“Oi, you’re on speaka ‘ere. You on speaka?” James asked, still hearing the screaming over the phone.

“No.” Tommy said.

“Wait, she’s that loud?” Sam said.

“Whose playing?” Steve said.

“Who was that?” Tommy asked, his voice sounding scared that other people were listening.

“Never mind them. Whose playin’?” James asked.

“I don’t know. Storm and cats. They’re wearing a bunch of purple.” Tommy said, sounding a little scared.

“Melbourne Storm. NRL. They’re playing the Panthers. Fook the Panthers.” James said.

“Fuck’em.” Steve said.

“Fuck the Panthers. Who are they?” Sam added. James chuckled a bit.

“James, I’m scared here. I’m not sure how to hook these up. There’s nothing to clip these these things on to, and they look shady as fuck.” As Tommy said that, Steve stood up and walked towards James. This sounded familiar to him.

“Just clip’em on to the wires, white to white and black to black.” James said over the phone.

“I don’t want to cause a fire or short these things out, then cause a fire.” Tommy said. James was ready to call him a fanny or a daft twat, but Steve spoke up.

“Hey, mind if I…” Steve pointed to the phone. James handed it to him.

“Tommy, it’s Steve. You alone? No one hears this?” Steve said in a calm voice.

“Yeah.”

“Good. I set up those cams you’ve got. They’re a piece of shit, but they’ll work easily by ripping or cutting off the gator clips, stripping the wires a little, then connecting them in to the main wiring that the rest of the light fixture uses. You should be able to connect them using the wire nuts provided for the light fixture. Wrap them up with electrical tape to insulate them. Then, slide the camera into position and connect it there. Problem with those cameras is they only have a small battery and run best when the light is on. They’ll have power for about 30 minutes in night mode before cutting out and recharge when there’s power from the switch. Can you rip off the gator clips?”

“Yeah. One sec.” Steve could hear a little struggle come from over the phone. “There, done.”

“Good. Now, you have three wires on that camera. One is the blue transmitter wire, one a black electrical and one a white electrical. You’re going to connect the black wire to the black wire on the fixture and the white wire to the white wire. Then, once those are connected, you’ll fit the camera into place.” Steve kept his cool as he talked. James was confused, and Sam was intrigued.

“What if I’m doing 2 with this fixture?” Tommy asked.

“What do you mean?” Steve responded.

“Well, these fixtures have 5 places this will fit and match. I was thinking of having one out the side and one out the bottom.” Steve was shaking his head before Tommy finished talking.

“Don’t. Those are little fisheye lenses and the microphones will interfere with each other. Best case scenario they’ll cancel each other out. Worst case, they cause so much feedback that your target hears it and takes a look. Just put one in either the bottom or the side.” Steve said. Tommy was silent for a moment. When he spoke again, he used hushed tones.

“The side. It’ll cover most of the room and see the bathroom, too. Her side is the left side of the room and bed. One second.”

The guys listened for a moment as Tommy did something on his end. It sounded like he was putting the camera in place.

“Good, in place and connected. Now, that third wire?”

“Try to make sure it’s not touching an unshielded wire. Feed it in slowly into the light box then carefully connect the black and white wires to the connections you made earlier. Use the wire nuts and tape.”

“One sec.” A longer pause as Tommy did the wiring on his end. Sam walked over to James and whispered.

“What’s going on? Installing spy cameras?” James stood for a moment, not sure how to react. “She hot?” James nodded, surprised by the question. “Nice.”

“Okay, wires are connected. Now I just screw the light in place, cover everything up, then put the power back on and test it?”

“Yep. Once you do that, let me know, and I’ll test the connection from this end. They’re pre-configured, but I don’t trust these ones. Might last a month if you’re lucky.” Steve said, not letting his disdain for these cheap cameras be hidden.

“One minute.” Tommy was silent for a moment, then it was loud as he walked through the Living Room. Morgana screamed something unintelligible at the television. Tommy opened a door, flipped a breaker, then walked back to the Master Bedroom, closing the door behind him. He turned the light on. “It’s on. And, I don’t see any smoke or fires yet.”

“That’s a good sign. How many more lights you working on?” Steve asked, sounding like he’s spent a decade walking people through setting up spy equipment over the phone.

“Two more, but I’m not touching the Dining Room chandelier until after this game.” Tommy said. Steve nodded along.

“Good call. Cut the power during the game and she might just kill you with your own tools. Let me know when you get the others installed. Call James back and I’ll make sure they’re working. Talk to ya later.”

“Later. Thanks.”

“Bye.” Steve hung up the phone and handed it back to James. “You know those cameras might last a month, maybe two if you’re lucky, right?”

James nodded. “Yeah, I’m gettin’ some better ones, but they won’t be ‘ere for a couple weeks. Then I need to get back in to install them. That’ll be easy, though.”

“Why’s that?” Sam asked as he walked over next to Steve.

“They’re smoke detectors, too. I can put one in every room, tie them together, they’ll never know they’re there. And I’ll make sure that the whole building gets new ones installed so there won’t be any suspicion.” James said, slightly proud of his plan.

“Nice.” Sam said. “Grab a few extra of those cameras. You know, just in case.” The chunky man winked.

“Depends on the bandwidth. There’s only so much traffic I can hide through the company router. Anything more than a few streams here and there and it’ll draw suspicion.” Steve said.

“What about another network, or hiding them among other streams? Doesn’t the building have a security system of some sort?” Sam asked.

“Not with cameras.” Steve responded.

“Not yet. What if we added cameras to the site? Maybe even give people a chance to have ones installed in their apartments? Then any feeds that come in would look like just normal customers.” James replied. Steve’s eyes lit up.

“And, some people will pay to do that. Much easier to mask a stream among a couple hundred than a couple dozen.”

“Fook, make a pitch for this upgrade, I’ll see that it goes through.” James smiled as he said that.

“Hell yeah. This’ll be much easier to hide in the long term. I can configure the servers from the Red Briar end of things to push to the other server for safe keeping.” Steve replied. Sam had a surprised look on his face while James looked a little confused.

“Yeah, what the fook was that about? I followed the IP as far as I could, and I was on a secured server hosting a blog about roadkill recipes. Ya got some strange hobbies if that’s yer soite.”

Sam’s face changed from surprised to petrified. He knew something that he wasn’t telling James. Steve turned and was about to say something when he received a notification on his phone. He pulled it out and checked it.

“Looks like your boy did a good job. First camera is up and showing a live feed.” Steve pulled it up. His eyes went wide.

“Holy shit! Now I see why you did this. Check this out.” Steve showed the phone to Sam. He whistled.

“And this is with that shitty little camera?” He asked. Steve nodded, then turned the phone to James. It showed Morgana, wearing a tight purple polo shirt and very short shorts, looking up at the light, admiring it for a moment. She then walked to her closet, bent over showing off her tight little ass, and picked up something from the floor. It looked like a hoodie. She threw it on the bed, then turned to the dresser next to the bed. She opened a drawer and pulled out a sports bra.

Morgana turned toward her bed, in full view of the hidden camera. She grabbed the bottom of her polo shirt and pulled it up and over her head. She was naked from the waist up, showing off her full, beautiful tits. She tossed the polo shirt on the bed, then pulled the sports bra on. After a quick moment to adjust the girls, she grabbed her hoodie, a purple one with a Melbourne Storm logo on it and pulled it on over her head. A quick adjustment of the sweater and pull of her hair from inside of the collar to free it and she was good to go. She left the room, turning the light off behind her.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, please tell me ya saved that.” James said, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, it’s saved on the server.” Steve replied.

“Who was that? I’d like a piece of that ass. Fuck.” Sam said, admiring the hot blonde.

“Her name’s Morgana. Tommy boy’s had a crush on her for a while, and I talked him into installing those cameras. He’s gonna help me fuck’er.” James said. He couldn’t believe what he said. He had no clue-

“Need a hand with that? I’d love to make her scream.” Sam said, barely taking his eyes off of the screen as they re-watched the footage of Morgana dressing.

“She’s probably more of a moaner. We’ll find out later on, assuming these cameras don’t break.” James said.

“I’ll cut my bid for the security install to cost plus expenses if I get to fuck her.” Steve said.

“I think we can work out a deal on that. Y’know, she’s probably not gonna root ya by choice.” James replied.

“And?” Sam and Steve said in stereo. James smiled. Sam and Steve looked at each other for a moment, then backed off for a second. They spoke in hushed tones for a moment. James couldn’t make out what they were saying. Then they returned. Steve spoke first.

“How serious are you about fucking her? Like, how far you willing to go?”

James thought for a moment before he spoke.

“Considerin’ we already committed a couple felonies here with this little camera stunt and we’re going even further to have an excuse to bug’er pad, I’d say pretty fookin’ serious.”

Steve and Sam looked at each other and both nodded.

“Let’s talk about this over lunch. You help build that IKEA table in the dining room, and Sam and I will make a couple calls. We might be able to help you with this. If you’re serious. I can’t say more until lunch gets here. Let’s go upstairs.”

With that, the three men walked upstairs. Once in the kitchen, Steve grabbed his laptop and navigated to the Club’s website while Sam pulled up the burner phone app on his phone and talked to Pedro, the IT guy who seemed to run the Club. James went to work on putting together a dining room set.
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To Be Continued...

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, story
Content Warnings: Friendly conversations and Midwestern goodbyes
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Tommy and the couple learn more about each other...
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Chapter 15



It took a couple hours for Tommy to finish installing the lights and cameras, as he had to wait for the game to finish. At some point she changed out of her rugby shirt and into a hoodie because she felt that she was jinxing the team. Tommy had no clue how a woman several thousand miles away watching a game on a tape delay wearing a specific shirt could possibly affect the outcome of a game that was decided long before any of them woke up, but he sure as hell didn’t want to find out how crazy her response could get. He installed the camera in the guest room and waited patiently as the game finished before seeing which breaker controlled the Dining Room. Turned out it was the kitchen. Fortunately for him, he had prepped everything for this install, including the hidden camera before turning off the power. All he had to do was turn off the juice, take down the existing light, and put this one in its place. He was getting good at this.

Tommy turned the power back on and tested the light. He texted James letting him know that everything was good to go.

Looking at the clock, it was getting late in the afternoon. The three of them decided to skip trying to work on the backsplash and instead ordered pizza for dinner. A short while later, a driver appeared with pizza, wings, and a salad.

They had a good time talking over dinner. Tommy discovered that Morgana is a vegetarian, and that by extension Drew doesn’t get to eat meat that often, unless they’re eating out or getting takeout. She had been a veggie since she was a teenager, but would slip off the wagon here and there, usually if they were out drinking late at night or at some special event.

Morgana asked Tommy about Tammy and how things were going with her. Tommy blushed a little at that, but Morgana seemed like she was happy that Tommy was happy with someone. He tried his best to act happy, but deep down he knew what it would take for him to be truly happy: Morgana.

Tommy talked about Tammy for just long enough for it to not be uncomfortable to change the subject. He asked them about coming to the United States, what they missed, what they liked, etc. Drew said what he missed most were the little things that made up the local culture, but he really liked the American mentality of ‘hold my beer’ when it came to doing something stupid. That, and the food. Morgana missed her friends and family the most, especially her bestie Tabitha and her sister Aislinn. They’d talk as often as they could, but being 9 time zones away meant it didn’t always line up. She’s glad that they’ve made some new friends here, but nothing would make her happier than having them come to visit. Morgana showed Tommy a couple pictures of Aislinn. She was very pretty. She looked a lot like Morgana in the features, but her skin was a little darker, like she tanned easier. Her brown hair was as long as her sisters when down, coming to the middle of her back. Aislinn was a little skinnier than Morgana, and that’s saying something since Morgana was already pretty thin. Aislinn looked like she lacked a little in the bosom compared to her sister, but they still looked good on her, especially in that bikini shot she showed him. Morgana talked her sister up quite a bit to Tommy, and he agreed that she sounded pretty fun and if she ever came to the states, he’d like to meet her. Morgana smiled at that, while Tommy thought about which one of the sisters was hotter, and instantly decided it was Morgana. Besides, she’s here and Aislinn is in Melbourne.

Tommy asked some questions about Aussie culture, and answered the ones he could about American culture. They answered his questions on some Australian tropes and phrases, and he answered their questions about the infamous Florida Man. They asked about where he’s visited, and he shocked them when he told them that he didn’t have a passport, and that most Americans don’t. Almost every type of physical destination is available in the U.S. Mountains, rivers, islands, glaciers, canyons, giant lakes, bottomless pits, crazy roadside mascots, places where polar bears live, they’re all available in the states.

They talked about some places to visit, some things to see. Tommy told them about the sports teams in Harbor City. College sports were pretty big with Harbor City University being in a Power 5 conference, which means that all their sports teams are usually competitive. The hockey team, the Harbor City Whalers, are usually pretty good and make the playoffs each year. The baseball team, Harbor City Shorebirds, are on year 17 of a 5 year rebuild. The basketball team, the Harbor City Storm, made it to the conference championship last year but are looking at some struggles this current season due to injuries. And the less said about the Harbor City Bombers, the better. Tommy was of the strong opinion that until the ownership changes, there’s no real reason to support the Bombers. The culture was toxic at best, and the product on the field was a joke. They recently hired a formerly successful college coach who was a scandal away from quitting due to medical issues, and the quarterback was accused of some crazy foot fetish stuff during a massage. Still, he offered to go with them to some games if they wanted to. He caught a weird look when he said “I’ll go, but I won’t root for them.” That’s when he found out that root has a whole different meaning down under.

It was getting into the evening and Tommy was reading the cues that these two wanted to be alone. They made their goodbyes, and Morgana looked a little sad that Tommy was leaving, but Drew had a look that said they’d find something to do after he left. They agreed to try to meet up sometime soon for dinner, and they talked about inviting James. All of them figured a day sometime in the coming week would work.

As Tommy made his way to the truck, he checked his messages. Tammy texted him a couple times, asking if he was busy. A couple other buddies texted asking if he wanted to hang out, and James sent him a message that directed him to a website and said “Call me when you’re free and clear. Check this link when you get home, not before. Use a VPN. I’ll explain later.”

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To Be Continued...

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: MM/FF, ncon, oral, anal
Content Warnings: Videos of rape scenes and building IKEA furniture
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James gets an offer to join The Club...
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Chapter 16



Author’s Note: Action starts to pick up from here. Well, sort of…


It took the men a couple hours to do what they needed to do. James spent most of that time putting together the IKEA table and chairs, bitching and swearing most of the time. It’s not that he couldn’t put the furniture together, it’s that he kept misreading the instructions and not noticing little things like number and placement of holes. He spent an hour working on the table and an hour building the six chairs that came with the set. The first chair was a little on the wonky side, but once he figured things out, the other five flew by. They ordered lunch after he figured out the chairs. Thai.

While James was working on the table, Sam and Steve were busy working on James and Tommy. They had a little conversation about whether or not they should let the two of them into the Club. After a little back and forth, they divided and conquered the work.

Sam reached out to Pedro, the IT Admin and de facto leader of the Club so the latter could run a background check on the two men. Everything came back clean for their purposes. Neither James nor Tommy were cops, neither of them had cops in their families, and they didn’t have any arrests or warrants on them. That’s good, since that means there’s no probation officers or random appearances by the police in their future, and bringing a convicted felon into their mists would be very risky. Pedro was a little concerned about Tommy since he wasn’t there to be vouched for, but they decided to hold him in a wait-and-see situation.

Steve went to work making sure the cameras worked and recorded everything, as well as setting up the user accounts for James and Tommy to view the footage from Morgana’s apartment. What Steve didn’t tell James before was that the servers the cameras pointed to where owned by this Club he belonged to, and that it had a lot of security restrictions. At first, he was going to give him a VPN proxy access through a backdoor, but seeing how James was cool with letting Steve fuck that little blonde bitch, he went ahead with setting things up for the two per Pedro’s specs.

After lunch arrived, the three men sat around the new table, talking about what was on the camera and what to do going forward.


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“Are ya fookin’ shittin’ me?” James said, not sure if he heard the other men correctly. Steve and Sam sat across the table from him, with two laptops and three orders of Pad Thai separating them.

“No, we’re serious.” Sam said between bites of his meal. Steve kept eating away while looking at the two screens in front of them.

On the first laptop, Steve showed the camera feed from Morgana’s apartment. It looked like a Zoom call with three boxes showing cameras, each labeled CAM1, CAM2, CAM4. CAM2 was set up for the Master Bedroom, CAM1 was in the Guest Bedroom, and CAM4 was in the Dining Room. Right now, only CAM4 showed anything of interest. Tommy, Morgana, and Drew sat around their living room, talking and watching TV. All of the footage from these cameras was streaming to a specialty server on the dark web.

On the second laptop, Steve had logged into the website for The Club. It didn’t really have an official name, but it was a site on the dark web where local rapists would hang out, share stories and videos, and set up attacks with each other’s help. There was a ton of stuff on this site, including the camera feeds from Morgana’s apartment.

James sat befuddled for a minute, looking at both screens. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing or seeing, much less that Steve was a part of this. Okay, that part he could believe. From how Steve talked about his ex-wives, it sounded like he had some issues with women over his life. James leaned in closer to the first screen for a moment. Tommy and the Williams couple were just bullshitting in their living room. Nothing too much, but the cameras already caught Morgana changing earlier. He looked at the second screen, and saw what looked like the front end of an old website that listed various sections including a Videos, Stories, and Classifieds section.

“Lemme see if I get this straight. You two blokes just happen to belong to some type of club where you get together, pick a Shelia, and fook the shit outta her, and then film the whole bloody thing and put it on this website?”

“Think so, but I don’t know any women named Shelia.” Sam said, pausing between bites. James rolled his eyes a bit at his response.

“And you want me to join this little club of yours?” James asked. Steve nodded as he continued to devour his lunch. Working out always gave him an appetite.

“How do I know you aren’t shittin’ me?” James needed to know that this was legit. He trusted Steve to a point, but didn’t know Sam from Adam. For all he knew, he could be a Blue Heeler waiting to pop him for any of the dozen crimes they’ve already done today.

Sam spun the laptop around and navigated to a video called ‘Teagan and Aly – Highlights of Part 1 – 5 Minutes.’ He pressed play and spun the laptop back over to James. It started with a blonde girl crying on video, giving her name. Teagan. She was a gorgeous petite blonde with a dancer’s body and long hair. A man off camera was giving her directions to strip. She obeyed, but it didn’t look like she had a choice. Once she was naked, she was told to kneel in front of another man, one that was pretty fat. The camera cut to a shot of Teagan on her knees in front of the fat man.

“Ask me if you can suck my cock.” James recognized that voice immediately. It was Sam.

“Can I suck your cock?” Teagan asked.

“I don’t know, can you?” Sam responded on video.

“Jesus fuck, man, what are you an English teacher?” The voice was off in the distance, but clearly Steve. The rest of the scene played out where Sam made Teagan take his pants down and suck his dick. James looked at the video, then at Sam.

“To be honest, I was at my heaviest that night. Steve helped me lose a lot of weight after I saw how much of a fat ass I was.” Sam continued his Pad Thai while James continued the video.

As Teagan sucked Sam’s dick, the camera cut to another girl being stripped by two men on a couch. One of the men was old but the other was Steve. After that girl was stripped, she was raped by the old man. The camera cut back to another shot of Teagan, this time she was being fucked doggystyle by Sam while Steve fucked her face. James assumed it was Steve. It sounded like him, had his body, but his face was covered. All of the men so far had their faces covered. It wasn’t a blowjob, it was a serious face fucking. James wondered for a moment if she survived that, but the next scene showed her being dragged over to another man, this one on a couch.

“Wait, what the fook happened? Who’s this bloke?” James queried, not even noticing the biracial man on the couch until now.

“Oh, that’s Blai…oke Number 1. Sorry, no names until you’re in. Even then, names aren’t common.” Sam said, barely catching himself and doing a bad job of covering it up. He reached around and hit the space bar on the laptop, pausing the video.

“Here’s the short version. Bloke 1, guy on couch, wanted to fuck Teagan, the blonde. The brunette was Aly, his stepsister. He came up with this crazy scheme on how to fuck’em. Drug deal gone bad. We played the drug dealers who wanted their money but Bloke 1 didn’t have any. Bloke 2, 3, and us made it look like we beat up Bloke 1, then we went downstairs and played this game. We fucked those girls hard that night, and made them fuck Bloke 1 and each other. A couple times, actually. This clip is just a few minutes of highlights from a four hour fuckfest.” Sam hit the space bar, bringing the video back on.

The video cut to Teagan stripping, sucking, and fucking Bloke 1. The ring leader fucked Teagan while she blew this biracial kid with a huge cock. Racial slurs flew like it was a night in rural Alabama.

“He was sort of cool with the slurs.” Steve said between bites. “Joe, I mean. Listen, you interested or not? I’m not playing Bloke 1 Bloke 2.” James nodded.

“Yeah, I’m interested.” James said, keeping his eyes on the screen.

“Good. Bloke 1 was Blaine, we mentioned his name a few times in the full video. He’s a member of the Club we met that night. I met Sam that night too. Old man is Ray, I work with him from time to time, he even helps me with some occasional work. Joe was the brains of the operation, and one sick twisted fuck when properly motivated. Joe had the idea of saying a bunch of slurs at Blaine to convince the girls that he wasn’t on our side and we were making them do shit with him for our entertainment. From what we can tell, it worked.”

James let Steve’s words sink in as the video continued. As Teagan fucked Blaine, Steve and Sam DP’ed Aly. Steve fucked Aly’s pussy while Sam fucked her ass. From what James could see, Aly was a cute little thing. Teagan was hot, Aly was cute. They pulled on her hair, slapped her ass, bit her nipples and generally abused her. Aly came, and came hard. Both of the men sitting across the table from him came in Aly right after. As they caught their breath, Aly’s moans turned to sobs. The video ended with a graphic that said ‘See You In Part 2’.

James took a deep breath, then looked at the men across the table from him, then back to the video. Then back. What he saw wasn’t a porn shot, it wasn’t scripted. It was real, intense pain. These men, well into their 30’s and possibly 40’s, took what they wanted from these girls who wouldn’t give them the time of day in the real world, let alone go on a date with them. They were so young they wouldn’t care about things like careers, jobs, paid off cars, or the like. Sam and Steve raped these girls and got away with it.

“I’ve got some questions.” James said, putting all the thought he needed into this decision. He decided he was in, but knew not to show too much interest.

“Shoot.” Steve said, finishing his lunch.

“How does this work? Who picks the women? Who records these things? How much? How have you not gotten caught yet?”

Sam spoke up, as he finished his meal. James took some bites as Sam spoke.

“First rule of Fight Club is you don’t talk about Fight Club. Second rule of Fight Club is you don’t talk about Fight Club. Same applies. You never, ever talk about this to anyone outside of the Club. Only reason we’re talking to you is we already had you checked out.” James’s eyes went wide when he heard that. “Yeah, we know a guy who does background checks and stuff like that pretty often. He made sure you weren’t a cop, weren’t a felon, shit like that. We also checked out Tommy, too. Had a feeling you guys were a package deal.” Sam paused. James swallowed his Pad Thai quickly and spoke when the pause came.

“Sort of. He’s still in the puppy love stage, but I’m turnin’ him round. Pretty soon, he’ll need to have her. I’m workin’ on a couple plans.” James said, taking another bite.

“Good. We need thinkers and planners. That’s how we stay safe. Basic rules are like this. Once you get an invite to the Club, you can make trades with other members. You provide a woman or women to the Club to get fucked, and someone who likes what you’ve got makes a trade proposal. You agree to terms, they get approved by the rest of the Club as well, just to make sure it’s a fair trade, then you send the info to each other to P.O. Boxes you each get. Things like keys, schedules, alarm passcodes, shut-off info for security systems, like that. You then perform, but there’s two main rules with that. First, everything is recorded for the Club to view. However you film it, film it. This is why most films you’ll see on the site are either home invasions, kidnappings off the road, or attacks in a motel room. Need some way to film this stuff, and setting up cameras after breaking in takes time. Second and most important rule, a deal is a deal is a deal. Once you agree to take part, there’s no turning back short of crazy circumstances like you’re in the hospital or it was bad info. And don’t give bad info, you’ll get blacklisted in a hurry if you do that. Since you’re new, you have to offer before you can partake, to show that you’re serious. You have to wait until after the woman, or person if you’re into fucking dudes, gets fucked and their video uploaded before they’ll send you the info for your victim. Make sense so far?”

James nodded. It all made sense, in a what-the-fuck-is-this-really-happening kind of way.

“Good. As far as cost, just whatever supplies you use. Cover yourself at all times from identification. Masks are your best friend, cover up any tattoos you have. Notice how Ray wore a t-shirt while fucking Aly? Old guy has some crazy old Navy tats on him. Also, you’ll need a burner phone, at least an app or something but a lot of us still use flip phones for that. Much harder to hack one of those. We stay safe by being smart, working the numbers, and not doing anything to draw attention. To that end, the biggest rules are no kids, no killing. You ever hear those stories about percentages of rape cases being reported being like 10%?”

James nodded. He was trying to finish his lunch as soon as possible.

“Well, they’re true. Most women never report a rape or sexual assault. Those that do have an uphill climb with the cops who almost always treat them like shit. There’s enough assholes on the police force that every woman has a story about a cop not believing they were raped or one of their friends were raped. We take advantage of that. After the attack, take your camera, your bag of stuff if you brought one, and go. Maybe make it look like a robbery but don’t take anything. Don’t give them a reason to call the cops or the insurance. Don’t beat the shit out of them, especially to the point where they call the cops or an ambulance. And don’t kill them. Cops won’t investigate a rape worth a damn but they will go balls out to bust a murderer. You can threaten them all you want, tell them you’ll send the video to all their friends or their bosses to keep them quiet, but don’t fuck them up so bad they’re going to the police.”

James took in what Sam said. It surprisingly made sense to him.

“How do you guys afford to run this? Servers and bandwidth and hidden websites about organic roadkill takes money. Someone has to pay for this.” James said between bites, almost finishing his lunch. Sam nodded and smiled before responding.

“If you want to participate in an attack but you don’t have an offering, you can pay to play, but only after you made your way in, and never with a rookie’s offering. The Club also likes to hold the occasional fund raiser. Car washes, bake sales, things like that. They’re plays on terms, but someone or a few someones will provide entertainment for the night. Anyone who wants to have some fun has to pay to get in. Proceeds go toward running the site. Make sense?”

James nodded. “Yeah.”

“Good. If you want in, we’ll call up Pedro and get things set up. What are you thinking?” Sam asked James, but the Australian man was, for once, at a loss for words. He just wasn’t used to being this open and frank about sex and rape. “Thinking of your first offering?”

Sam’s words shook James and the logical, logistical part of his brain went into overdrive. He immediately went through the list of exes, one-night stands, women he worked with, and his neighbors looking for someone who could be a viable option. He immediately landed on his neighbor, Debbie.

Debbie was an attractive Asian woman in her 30’s. She travels a lot as a stewardess, or flight attendant, or whatever they call waitresses on planes these days. She’s married to a pilot. For years, their schedules overlapped but when she switched rotations following a reassignment, they’re each home alone for a few days each month. He’d have to check her schedule, but her time alone should be coming up in the next couple weeks. She’d have 3 days at home without her husband.

“Debbie. My neighbor. She’s a sky waitress, her hubby is a pilot but their schedules don’t completely match up. She’ll be at home by herself for a few days coming up in the next week or so. She hoides her door key by her front door and her alarm code is her address. No doorbell cameras or any security cams. Just an annoying cat. I’ve fed that mangy feline a few times, as has everyone else in the complex. Here.” James pulled up a picture of Debbie and showed it to the guys.

“Damn, I’d fuck her.” Steve said.

“Too bad. We know him, which takes us out of the pool. We get caught, they trace us back to him, he goes down.” Sam said. Steve knew that Sam was right. “Still, shouldn’t be hard to get a good trade for her. Let’s call Pedro and get this set up.”


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After a couple hours, everything was set up on James’s account and he placed a proposed trade for Debbie in the Classifieds section under ‘Gifts and Offerings.’ Sam and James clicked through the different women available for trade. Some were cute, some were hot, some were not. James paused on a page with a couple of co-eds named Riley and Jordan when he received a message. It was from a user who proposed a trade for Debbie.

James read the message aloud. “One for one, straight up. Details inside.” He clicked the link and liked what he saw. The series of pictures showed a white woman around 40, about average height and skinny. She had brown hair with bangs, black rimmed glasses, and dressed like a schoolteacher in a fancy school with a white long-sleeved blouse, a skirt down past her knees, and tan stockings. There were several pics of her dressed in a similar way, then a few of her in green and yellow workout gear, wearing a track suit that read “St. Hilary’s” on it. Another pic showed her running with a group of high school students. The last few pics showed her at and around her house. There were some details that James read after looking at the pics.

“This is Stephanie Connors, a teacher at St. Hilary’s. She’s 42 years old, married, and a mother of 2. I work with her and live nearby. I’d love to fuck her, but that’s not a possibility. She teaches English and Humanities courses at the private high school and is also a coach for the Girl’s Track and Field and Cross-Country teams. She is an avid runner, so don’t let her get a head start to the door. Her husband travels often for his job, an average of a week and a half every month. Her kids are getting older, ranging from 19 to 13. The 19-year-old graduated last year from the same school and is enrolled at HCU. The middle is 15, and the youngest is 13 and still in the junior high school. The middle kid plays hockey and travels a lot with the team. The youngest stays most weekends over at a friend’s house. The oldest hangs out with friends or stays over her boyfriend’s house most weekend nights when not on campus. Most weekends, she stays on campus. If interested, please respond with a trade of similar value.”

James looked up from the screen. “Think this’ll work. How do I-“ Before he could finish, Steve spoke up without looking up from his other laptop.

“Scroll down, hit new message, accept proposal, submit.” James did as instructed, and soon after he received a confirmation message. Another minute later, and the trade was submitted pending group and admin approval.

“Okay, what’s with all the approvals?” James asked.

“Just in case something weird happens, like the same woman has been traded before, or if for some reason she’s off limits. Only heard of it happening once before, someone picked the wife of a cop. Also, they keep it fair. Rarely will the group speak up but if you’re submitting a 10 and he’s giving you a 3, or if someone was screwed by them in the past, it’s a chance for crowd to speak up.” Sam said, looking at the screen. “The approvals usually stay open for a couple hours or until someone objects. Rarely happens. Once the trade is approved, you’ll send our teacher friend Debbie’s address, schedule, and how to get into her place to his box, and then he’ll send you Stephanie’s stuff.” The laptop dinged. Sam and James looked at the screen.

“Wow, that was faster than expected. Better get a copy of Debbie’s key made. Remember, pay cash for everything, no paper trail.”

James had some homework to take care of when he left. But first, he sent a message to Tommy. “Call me when you’re free and clear. Check this link when you get home, not before. Use a VPN. I’ll explain later.”
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To Be Continued...

[Shocker]

Doing Debbie, sound like such a good idea

[LtBroccoli]

Doing Debbie, sound like such a good idea

Agreed, but not sure how well "Debbie Does Home Invasion" would go over.

[Shocker]

Doing Debbie, sound like such a good idea

Agreed, but not sure how well "Debbie Does Home Invasion" would go over.

It’s worth considering, especially since Debbie would get done in the home invasion, mayhaps as a female rapist.

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: MF, Msolo
Content Warnings: Spying and Tech Support
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Tommy gets access to the spycams and loves what he sees...
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Chapter 17




Tommy sat in the truck as it idled, reading that last message from James. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, but figured it had something to do with Morgana. He put the phone down, pulled out of the lot, and drove home. It was only a 15-minute drive back to his apartment, so James could wait a few more minutes.

He waited until he was at home and in front of his laptop before he called James. The young man had a feeling that James would try to give him some instructions, and getting instructions from James was like being yelled at by a grumpy old man. Which, when he thought about it, was the most accurate description he could give about James.

Once inside his one-bedroom apartment, he sat at the kitchen table and opened up his personal laptop. A moment later it was unlocked and he, dreadfully, dialed James. He put the phone on speaker, he was the only person in his apartment. The older man answered after a few rings.

“Took ya long enough, ya left her place 20 minutes ago.” James said, over the phone. Tommy put the phone down on the kitchen table, next to his laptop.

“I’ll take it the cameras are working.” Tommy said, pulling up the Messages app on his computer.

“Yeah, they are. You got a VPN?” Tommy shrugged at the question.

“Yeah, got one a while back to watch Netflix from Europe. Why?” Tommy navigated to his VPN software while James was talking.

“Don’t ever connect to the cameras without using the VPN.” James responded, before another voice spoke up from the phone.

“Tommy, it’s Steve. The website these streams are hosted on has a tracking program built in to blacklist any local IP range if it sees you’re connecting from the U.S. It’s part of the security for the site. This keeps us from getting tracked. When you connect with the VPN, then you can open that link. It’ll open another link to another, trusted VPN. They’re not all created equally. Once that’s connected, you’ll have a login and password texted to your number from a burner phone. Memorize it, then delete the text from your main phone. If you write this down, don’t keep it anywhere near your computer or write down anywhere near it what it is for. With me so far?”

Tommy nodded. He had connected to his VPN, clicked the link, downloaded the new VPN and was in the middle of setting that up.

“Tommy, you still there?” That’s when he realized he was nodding at the phone instead of talking.

“Yeah, here. Setting up the new VPN. Do I want to know why this is all necessary?” Tommy asked as he finished up the setup and connected to the new VPN.

“Not really. Let me know when you’re connected.” Steve said over the phone, spoken with the calm that comes with a lifetime of tech support experience.

“I’m in.” About 30 seconds later, Tommy’s phone buzzed. A moment later, the same message appeared on his laptop. It only contained three lines. A URL, and two 8-digit numbers. Tommy clicked on the link. It launched a website which opened up a command prompt window which ran a quick connection check, then something else Tommy didn’t recognize but looked like an encryption algorithm. Then came a login prompt. Tommy entered the user name and password. A moment later, and he was on a page that just said ‘CAMS’ at the top. For a brief moment, Tommy saw a list of several names on the left hand of the screen, all women, then they flashed away. Only one was left. ‘Morgana W’.

“I think I’m in. Let me check it out.” Tommy said as he navigated to Morgana’s name and clicked on it. When he did, 5 options appeared. CAM1, CAM2, CAM4, ARCHIVE, CLIPPER.

“When you click on her name, you should see some cams, Archive, and Clipper. Seeing that?” Steve asked. Tommy nodded as he spoke.

“Yeah, where’s Camera 3?”

“In your toolbag. You didn’t need two, and it’s not like I labeled them. Click through the links, tell me what you see. I’m logged in as well, you tell me which rooms are which. I’m pretty sure, but I want you to confirm.”

Tommy nodded as he clicked on CAM1. It was dark, running on backup power. Tommy had a hard time making out what room it was in the dark, but it looked like the Guest Room.

“I think CAM1 is the Guest Room. Let me check the others.” Tommy clicked on CAM2. It was also a bedroom, but the light was on and door was open just enough to see Morgana sitting on the couch. “CAM2 is the Master Bedroom, CAM1 is the Guest Room. And that means that CAM4 is…” He clicked on the link, bringing up a view of the main living area “The Dining Room facing the Living Room.” Tommy stayed on CAM4, watching Morgana and Drew cuddle on the couch, watching television.

“Good, gimme a second.” Steve said. A moment later, the labels changed to Guest Room, Master Bedroom, Main Area. “See that?”

“Yeah. Quality’s not bad, either. Can we hear them, too?” Tommy asked, looking for any controls that might activate the microphone. Then he found the utility panel. “I see something here under Utilities, will that work?”

“Should, but keep in mind these are pretty trashy cams with lousy mics. How much do you know about drop frames and the like?”

“Drop frames?” Tommy said, activating the mic in the Main Area. The couple were watching some show on HGTV. Something about flipping barns or something.

“Yeah, these cameras and mics aren’t calibrated properly. The audio won’t sync up with the video after a while, you’ll have to play around with that yourself. After a while, the audio won’t match, but that’s not your biggest problem. If you keep the mic on for too long, you’ll get feedback, and if it’s bad enough it’ll be heard by the people you’re watching.” Steve was so matter-of-fact about that subtle detail that could potentially get them all in jail. Tommy immediately turned off the mic.

“Seriously? They could hear it?” Tommy’s voice was filled with panic.

“Keep it on under 60 minutes. 20 minutes is ideal, but also these can’t turn themselves off. Fortunately, the mic shuts off when the camera shuts off 15 minutes after the light switch is turned off or the cam is left on. Default is to turn on the mics when power comes on for 10 minutes and stays on if motion is detected but will shut down after 20 minutes no matter what. It’ll kick back on after the next motion is detected. Like I said, they’re junk. We’re working on a plan, though. It’s a long story that James will tell you about later on. But for now, let’s go to the other sections. Click on Clipper.”

Tommy wanted to ask more about their plan, but he was getting a tutorial right now and needed to pay attention. He clicked on the Clipper section. This showed a small window and a list of the feeds.

“Ever use Movie Maker, or any editing software?” Steve asked.

“A little.”

“That’s what this is. Click on one of the feeds in the little window. You can go back up to 8 hours and grab a clip. Mark a start point, end point, and then name it and save it. Play around with this real quick. Pull up one of the feeds and just make a clip.”

Tommy picked the Main Area feet. He scrolled back to dinner and made a quick cut as they were talking about the Harbor City Bombers, the pro football team for the city. Their newest drama was a former executive mailed topless photos of the cheerleaders to the coach’s brother and somehow the coach’s brother got fired from his head coaching job for receiving them. Meanwhile, the owner was under investigation by Congress for his role in changing the teams nickname from a racists slur about black people to an even worse racist slur about Muslims before settling on Bombers, but caught flack for naming the mascot Ahmed and making it look like Jeff Dunham’s dead terrorist puppet. Like Tommy said, that team was a shitshow. He made a start point, end point, then saved the clip by calling it ‘Dinner’.

“There.”

“Good. Now click on Archive.” Tommy followed Steve’s instructions. There were two clips in the pane, along with timestamps and what cameras they came from. The first clip was ‘Dinner’ with a time stamp of about an hour ago. The second clip was from earlier from Master Bedroom titled ‘Changing’. Tommy clicked on ‘Changing.’

Morgana walked into the bedroom, looked at the light for a moment, admiring it for a moment.  She then walked to her closet, bent over showing off her tight little ass, and picked up something from the floor.  It looked like a hoodie.  She threw it on the bed, then turned to the dresser next to the bed.  She opened a drawer and pulled out a sports bra.  Morgana turned toward her bed, in full view of the hidden camera.  She grabbed the bottom of her polo shirt and pulled it up and over her head.  She was naked from the waist up, showing off her full, beautiful tits.  She tossed the polo shirt on the bed, then pulled the sports bra on.  After a quick moment to adjust the girls, she grabbed her hoodie, a purple one with a Melbourne Storm logo on it and pulled it on over her head.  A quick adjustment of the sweater and pull of her hair from inside of the collar to free it and she was good to go.  She left the room, turning the light off behind her.

“These cameras can only hold 8 hours of footage before they get purged. If you want to save anything, you have to make a clip. Doing so puts it here. You can hold up to about 3 days’ worth of footage here before we have to make space. You there Tommy? Tommy?”

It took a moment to shake him from his stupor. He was mesmerized by Morgana’s tits. They were firm, full, a solid C-cup, with pink nipples the size of half-dollars. He was about to replay the clip when Steve’s voice brought him back.

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“Figured we’d save that one for you. You’re welcome.” Steve said.

“Thanks bro.” Tommy replied.

“Looks like everything is working good here, we’re headed out to get some drinks. If you want, you can come out, but I have a feeling you’d rather stay in tonight, maybe watch a little TV?” Steve’s voice was slightly teasing, but not in any cruel way.

“I think I’ll stay in, make sure that this is working.”

“Cool. Catchya later.” Steve said.

“Later.” Tommy hung up the phone and returned his attention to the young couple laying on the couch.


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Tommy stayed in the rest of the night. He must’ve watched that clip of Morgana getting changed at least a hundred times. After jerking off to Morgana’s tits as she changed, he switched back to the live feed. Her and Drew were watching some show on Netflix, ’13 Reasons Why’ if he had to guess. They sat there, just cuddling and drinking a little wine. He’d switch back to the topless clip a few more times, then back to the live feed. The only distraction from this obsessive pattern was when Tammy texted him to see if he wanted to come over. He didn’t want to, so he told her he was tired from working and just wanted to go to sleep soon. He told her that he’d see her tomorrow afternoon. She reluctantly agreed.

After the third time he beat his dick to Morgana’s tits, he switched over to the live feed. He wasn’t expecting what he saw. Morgana was riding Drew on the couch. Tommy immediately went to the clipper page and rewound about a half hour.

The two of them had put something else on TV. The mic was working, so they were talking about what to watch next when Drew suggested something ‘a little naughty.’ He pulled up a browser the TV and accessed some video player he didn’t recognize. It loaded something after a few seconds, and as soon as it started Morgana recognized it immediately. She called Drew ‘Cheeky’ as soon as she saw herself on the screen, dancing on a beach wearing a red and white bikini. It looked like Drew recorded it. The video changed from the beach to a hotel room. Tommy assumed it was a hotel room. Morgana was wearing the same bikini as before, sitting on the edge of the bed. The angle of the video was shot from above, like Drew was standing over her. She looked up at him, said something Tommy couldn’t make out, then pulled Drew’s swimming trunks down. She grabbed his dick with her right hand, stroking it to erection before putting it in her mouth.

On the couch, Morgana leaned into Drew and was stroking his dick through his shorts before she pulled it out. She kissed him deeply as she stroked Drew’s manhood.

On screen, Morgana was going to town on Drew’s dick, sucking it like the cure to cancer was inside. She looked up at the camera with prettiest blue eyes Tommy had ever seen, cheeks hollowed as she sucked and lick his dick. Before he could cum, Drew pulled out of her mouth and stepped back. The camera shook for a moment as he put it on a tripod. On screen, Morgana took off her bikini top and slid her bottoms off. Drew climbed onto the bed, head destined for her clean-shaven muff. Drew ate her out on the screen. After a minute, she grabbed his head and pulled her into her as she came on his face.

Back on the couch, Drew took off Morgana’s hoodie, sports bra, and shorts, and panties. She took off his shirt and shorts. They were both naked. They made out for a minute more before she pushed him down on the couch. As he laid on his back, Morgana climbed on top into a 69 position. She planted her twat down on his face as she took his dick into her mouth. They stayed in this position for several minutes. She shook violently a couple minutes into this session as she came, and then again, a few minutes later.

On the screen, Drew climbed up the bed and started fucking Morgana. They started in a missionary position, then switched to a cowgirl. She came again in that position before moving around to a reverse cowgirl then into doggystyle. Drew fucked her with abandon until he came deep inside his new wife.

Drew sat up on the couch and Morgana faced him as she rode his dick, bouncing up and down for all she had in her. She sped up, getting closer to an orgasm when Drew leaned in and kissed her, sending her over the edge. She came riding him, and as she was catching her breath, he spun her off of him and onto the couch. He fucked her there for a couple minutes before they rolled off the couch and onto the floor, Morgana riding him again. This time, it didn’t take him long. He came deep inside her. They cuddled for a minute on the floor before she dismounted him and did the duckwalk to the bathroom to clean up.

Tommy was beside himself. One night, and he’s already got her on camera fucking. Not only that, but she has a homemade video. He had to get them.

But first things first. He saved the video clip to the archive. He’d watch this before heading to Tammy’s tomorrow. He’d fuck her, replaying this clip in his mind’s eye, and he’d fuck her into a coma if he had his way.

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To Be Continued...

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: MF, oral
Content Warnings: Morning breath and Stalking
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Morgana wakes up Drew the best way, and Tommy watches from home...
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Chapter 18




The air was warm and salty on her skin, the sand smooth under her feet. It was perfect. Here she was, on Follonica Beach in Tuscany, with the man she loved, on her honeymoon. Their honeymoon. They’ve been in Italy for all of 3 days and it has been one amazing destination and experience after another. She saw her Drew playing with his phone, must be shooting video again. She played along, gave some cheeky answers to his questions, then they went along the beach, arm in arm.

It wasn’t the first time they made a video of them making love, but it was by far the sexiest she’s ever felt. This week, from the wedding to the trip to arriving in Italy, has been a whirlwind but here she was, with her Drew. She felt him, tasted him, felt him taste her, over and over.

Morgana opened her eyes. She was in bed, in Harbor City. Just thinking about that day on her honeymoon made her wet. Not that she bothered with putting any clothes on after last night’s fun in the living room. She looked over at Drew. He was still asleep, but he wouldn’t be for long.

She pulled the sheets off the bed, crawling into position down by his crotch. She grabbed his cock and kissed it. She kissed it again and again until he came to full erection at 16 cm. Like that old kids’ story, not too big not too small just right. He grew in her mouth. She loved how it felt, the control she had over him, and how they were a perfect matched set, knowing that this feedback loop of eroticism had one ending, a happy one.

She could still faintly taste herself on him from last night. Somehow, this turned her on even more, like she had marked her territory. ‘He’s mine, and only mine’. She licked and sucked his cock as he moaned awake.

Drew looked down, seeing Morgie’s head bobbing up and down on his cock. Fuck Folgers, THIS is the best part of waking up. He let her go for a couple minutes before he grabbed her hair and gently pulled her up. The only thing he liked more getting blown by Morgie was fucking Morgie.

She crawled up the bed, climbing on him as she kissed him deeply. She guided his cock into her quim, taking control as she rode him.

It didn’t take her long to cum. She was already toeir than a Roman Sandal when she woke up, and feeling her man’s cock in her was enough to bring her to the edge. A few well-placed strokes was all she needed before she shook on top of him, stifling a moan before he rose up and kissed her, letting her scream into his mouth.

When she came down from her high, he rolled her over and fucked her with long, hard strokes that quickened as he went on. After a couple minutes, he came deep inside her. They collapsed in each other’s arms before deciding to get started with their day.



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Tommy woke up, setting his alarm for 9AM. He stayed up until almost 2AM the night before making sure there was nothing else to archive from Morgana’s cams. He remembered what Steve said about the stream only containing 8 hours of footage at a time. Until he could figure out their routine, he decided to set his schedule around theirs. He’d sleep when they slept, ate when they ate, worked out when they worked out. This morning, he’d take a quick look at the cams, have some breakfast, take a shower, then see Tammy.

He went through the routine of logging on to the VPN and connecting to that site. Once again, a long list of women’s names showed up before resetting to only Morgana’s. He made a mental note to take a pic of that when possible. He had a feeling that there was more to this site than Steve was letting on. He scanned the cameras. Nothing in the Guest Room, the Master Bedroom was quiet too. They were in the Dining Room having some breakfast. Either they’re early risers or he stayed in bed too long. He switched to the Clipper app and scrolled through the previous 8 hours of footage. Nothing from the Guest Room, and the Dining Room only showed them walking out of the bathroom. Morgana wore a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt that was a couple sizes too big. It was probably one of Drew’s shirts. Drew was in gym shorts and a t-shirt with a logo on it he didn’t recognize. He looked at the time stamp, they’ve only been up for a half hour or so.

Tommy went to the Master Bedroom feed and rewound about an hour. The two were asleep. He skipped forward a few minutes. Still asleep. A couple more, still asleep. He went up a few minutes and Morgana was blowing Drew.

“Fuck.” Tommy rewound to her waking up. He set the Clipper to start here, then watched the scene unfold. He saw her wake-up Drew with a blowjob, then ride him till she came and then they kept fucking till he came. Then, they cuddled for a minute before getting up for the day. This included more than a couple good shots of Morgana naked getting dressed. Tommy ended the clip and saved it.

In less than 24 hours, he had a clip of her changing and two fuck sessions, including one involving her watching her own sex tape.

Tommy texted Tammy, seeing when she’d be available. She responded quickly, saying that she could meet him any time after 11 if he was free. He said he’d be there in a little bit, right after he took a shower and grabbed a quick bite. She sent him a winky emoji.

He took a quick shower, then watched Morgana’s clips again. He wanted to be really horny when he met Tammy in a few minutes. He was gonna fuck her raw, use her as a stand-in for Morgana, and she wouldn’t be any the wiser.


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To Be Continued...

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: MF, ncon, viol, bond
Content Warnings: Scenes of rape and suspected porch pirates
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James's new friend pays his neighbor Debbie a visit...
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Chapter 19 (MF, ncon, bond)




James checked the Club’s website a couple times on Sunday, mostly to explore what was there and to check for any progress on Morgana’s cam channel. Even though James was a new member, he still had higher access levels than Tommy. He knew that dozens of women were featured on the live cam feed section, and that none of them had a clue that their most intimate moments were being streamed live to a dark website for a club of local rapists. James didn’t ask too many questions, but noticed that several of the feeds were from rooms with identical mechanical layouts. The professional builder in him told him that these were apartments in either the same building or identical buildings. Considering that almost all of them featured groups of college-aged women, and that his new buddy Sam Mapleton ran Maple Gardens Management, the largest landlord in Collegetown, and that Steve Wilcox had control over a lot of the IT aspects of Red Briar Security in Harbor City, he put two and two together very quickly. Sam and Steve had an entire building full of co-eds to exploit.

He checked his personal messages on the Club. He had a couple from his new friend about Stephanie Connors. Turns out that this Friday coming up, Stephanie’s kids will be out of the house and her husband will be on a trip starting Thursday and won’t be back for 10 days. Her oldest was at college, the middle was on a hockey trip, and she would drop off the youngest for his sleepover between 7 and 8PM. As soon as she had the house to herself after 9PM, she would crack open a bottle of her favorite wine and drink. He would provide James the alarm code, a copy of the key, and her address early if he was willing to drug her first. He would even hook him up with the roofies if needed. James was intrigued. He wasn’t above violence, but this would make things much easier. He agreed. He still needed an address to send the information to, so he decided to use one of his P.O. Boxes he’d set up for one of the construction projects he ran a few years ago. It was a corporate box that was rented under a former co-worker’s name. The co-worker was dead, but the auto-renewal was set up on a corporate card. James’s name was nowhere near the box. He gave his new friend that address.

James checked his doorbell cam and looked at the footage for the last month. His doorbell not only picked up every time someone came to his door, but also his neighbor’s townhouse as well. He could see Debbie’s pathway clear as day, except for one blindspot if someone approached the front door along the house instead of the pathways. He went back 90 days and made a spreadsheet of when her and her husband worked. She was a flight attendant working on a 5 on, 4 off schedule while her pilot husband was 4 on, 3 off. Every two months or so, their schedules would repeat, and they didn’t get holidays or weekends off. Instead, they made a crapload of overtime and double pay. Looking through the schedule, they started their cycles on a Monday and they were three weeks into it. According to his spreadsheet, her husband, Harry, would be home today, but neither would be there on Monday or Tuesday. Debbie would arrive on Wednesday and be alone both Wednesday and Thursday. Harry would be home Friday. That meant that Debbie would be alone this week and would be ripe for the picking. He confirmed this with some idle chit-chat with Harry when he went out to make a copy of their key, which worked on both the front and back door. He also confirmed that they didn’t have a smart doorbell or any other cameras, either, but his door did. He wrote a note saying if he came in through the front door, wear a disguise. Debbie usually comes home from her work trips around noon, but that could change by an hour or two either way. There were no cameras on the back of the townhomes. A quick trip to Home Depot then to the post office and everything was under way.

He checked his phone, and there were some messages in the group chat. Morgana had an idea about asking if everyone was free for dinner at their place on Friday. James agreed, said he thought it was a lovely idea and asked if they wanted him to bring anything. He did say that he would have to leave early, be out sometime before 9. As much as he’d like to stay late and take advantage of Morgana, he had other plans that night. Morgana asked if it was anything special. James said he might have a date that night, wouldn’t know until later. A little back and forth and he described the schoolteacher Stephanie, saying it was a blind date and didn’t have her name yet, just that they were talking on a dating site. James learned long ago to always put a little truth in a lie. It made the lie easier to swallow. In a matter of fashion, it was a blind date. So blind she wouldn’t know it was happening.


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The next couple days were business as usual at the construction site. James felt some guilt about what he was going to put Debbie through, but every time he’d feel bad about her impending attack, he’d remind himself of all of the years of having to watch their stupid fookin’ cat and the arguments they’d get into over noise complaints. It wasn’t his fault that they worked crazy schedules and the walls were paper thin, or the times their friends would park in his parking pad.

When he arrived home Wednesday night, he saw Debbie’s Toyota 4Runner in her parking space. She was home. He figured any time now, and it’ll happen. He just needed to ignore the noise if he heard anything, and mind his own business.

Before he could even put his stuff down, there was a knock at the door. His phone notified him that someone was there. It was Debbie. He went to the door and answered it, putting on his best straight face. He opened the door. She wore a pair of sweatpants, a baggy sweatshirt, and Crocs. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were red and puffy. One look at her told James that she’s had a miserable day.

“Hey.” He said, taking a quick look at her as she kept her arms in close to her body.

“Hey, um, can you do me a favor?” Debbie asked, her voice hoarse.

“What’s going on?” James had a feeling, but tried not to show any hints. He waited for her to speak.

“You have that video doorbell thing, right?” He nodded, she continued. “Any chance you could look at today’s video, see if you could see anyone coming over today?” James knew then and there the attack already happened, but was ready with a retort.

“Lookin’ for a porch pirate?” James said. Debbie looked at him quizzically, then he continued. “Ya know, those fookin’ wankers that see a FedEx package on yer doorstep and steal’em. It’s why I got the little fooker in the first place.” She nodded, then spoke.

“Yeah, porch pirate. Could you see if someone came here before noon, please?” She was lying to him, and wasn’t doing a good job at it, but he played along.

“Sure, I’ll let ya know if I find anything. You want a drink’er something?” He asked, almost kicking himself for being too nice. He rarely invited her or her husband over, but he figured he could play the nice neighbor for a bit.

“No, no thanks. If you see anything, just text me.” Debbie said, slowly stepping back from James’s doorway. She was strung out and on edge, the last thing she needed was to drink with James. She knew if she did, she’d tell him everything that happened. She hadn’t even told her husband yet. Hell, she hadn’t decided if she’d tell Harry. “Thanks James.” She said as she walked back over to her townhouse. James closed the door.

He made his way to his office on the second floor in a matter of moments. He checked the video feed from his Ring doorbell. He started with a little after 6AM when he left for work, it was still dark outside, damnedable daylight savings. He fast forwarded. Nothing for the next hour and a half until he saw a couple neighbors across the way going to work, a couple people walking their dogs, and a door knocker selling home security systems. Oh, the irony.

At 10:03AM, a man of average height and weight dressed like one of the HOA yard crew came around spraying for weeds. He wore a backpack that looked like it was one of those chemical tanks. His features were hidden, but he looked like a clean-shaven white man. That alone surprised him as most of the greens crew for the HOA were Hispanic. Also, the man sucked at spraying the weeds. He wasn’t spraying them to kill them, more like water them. When the gardener left and sprayed the rest of the weeds, he had a feeling that something was up. His suspicions were confirmed a few minutes later when the man slipped into view for a brief second at Debbie’s front door when he approached via the blindspot James told his new friend about. A moment later, the gardener was gone.

Nothing much happened for the next hour on the video feed. Another neighbor walking a dog, a UPS driver dropping off something across the street, then Debbie came home. James checked the rest of the feed until he came home. No one arrived or left Debbie’s house until he came home.

James checked his patio camera. He never told Debbie about it. Hell, he never told anyone about it. Especially since it was hidden and had a perfect view of Debbie and Harry’s hot tub. He checked the footage. Shortly after 10AM, the gardener was in the backyard spraying weeds, or at least pretending to spray weeds, in his and Debbie’s backyards when he stopped to see that the coast was clear and no one was watching. He dropped his tank by the door and walked away. A couple minutes later, the basement door opened and the gardener emerged from the basement, grabbing his tank and bringing it inside. There was no action on the rear camera until after 2PM when the gardener left, carrying the tank with him on his back.

He was glad that she didn’t know about this video feed, just the doorbell one. He was also glad that the secret backyard camera was in his own home and didn’t have anything to do with the cloud like the Ring doorbell did. He controlled the video feed and storage, not some twat from Silicon Valley.

James grabbed his phone and texted Debbie. “Just looked through the doorbell cam. Carol walked her little poodle, neighbors went to work, one of the gardeners sprayed for weeds, and Sheila or whatever her name is walked her lab. At least she cleaned up the shit this time. Sorry, no porch pirates.”

He waited for her to respond. It didn’t take long. “Thx. Sorry for bothering you. Have a good night.”

“You too. If something didn’t get delivered, file a complaint with them. Bogan probably delivered it to the wrong house again.” He played up the package line. He knew there was no way she wanted to tell him what actually happened. She replied with a simple “Thx” and that was that.

James connected the VPN as soon as he was done screwing around with the cameras and logged in to the Club. He saw a personal message from his new nameless friend and a link.

“Had a great time with Debbie today. The videos are attached. Enjoy.”

He made sure that his speakers were disconnected and that his headphones were plugged in. He’d have to wait until later this week when she left to truly enjoy the video in peace and quiet, but he downloaded what was attached and pressed the play button.


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Debbie Nelson was exhausted. Another long week of work, doing the loop. Harbor City to Atlanta, then Atlanta to Los Angeles, 3 days of back and forths from LA to Las Vegas, then back to Atlanta and back to Harbor City. Another 5 days with over 60 hours of work. All she wanted to do when she got home was shower, grab a bite to eat, and flop into bed for the rest of the day.

She couldn’t wait until June, when she would move to the route that her husband was on. New York to London and back twice over 4 days, then 3 days off. This current schedule worked fine, but she barely saw Harry. Sometimes their schedules overlapped, but other times they could go a couple weeks without seeing each other. Like today. They were on Day 13 of a two-week stretch where they weren’t in the same time zone, let alone the same house. On Friday they’d be together for 2 days, then another 5 without seeing each other. She and Harry had put in for the same trips and were approved, but couldn’t start the new rotation until June. She couldn’t wait for June.

She pulled into her parking space for her townhome a few minutes after noon. She parked her Toyota 4Runner then grabbed her purse from the front seat and her carry-on from the back of the SUV. After more than a decade on the job, she was well versed in living out of a suitcase. She locked her vehicle and walked to her front door. A quick moment with her key and she was inside. One quick shove behind her, and her front door was closed.

On instinct, she turned to disarm her security system, but it was already off.

“Dammit.” Debbie muttered under her breath. Someone forgot to arm the alarm. It could’ve been Harry when he left two days ago, or it could’ve been any of her neighbors checking on the cat. Speaking of the cat…

“Chester? Where are you, Chester?” Many years of owning a cat and she still thinks he’ll come when called. She took a quick look around the living room and dining room. No Chester.

“Here, kitty.” Debbie dropped her purse on the sofa and left her carry-on by the door. She slipped off her heels as she walked upstairs. A quick scan of the upstairs rooms told her that her home office door was closed but the other two rooms and main bathroom were open. She looked in the gym/cat room first. There he was, sitting in the windowsill as usual.

“Who’s a good kitty? You are.” Debbie pet her orange tabby cat for a minute before checking that the cat still had food and water in his dish. She topped off his dish with some dry food and filled his dish from the sink in the main bathroom. After petting her cat for a few more minutes, it was time for a shower.

Debbie opened the door to her bedroom. She was home, safe and sound.

That’s when she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Then she felt the hand over her face and pain in her side. Horrible, intolerable pain.




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Two video files downloaded. They were called ‘Fun With Debbie 1’ and ‘Fun With Debbie 2’. James clicked on the first video.

The first video started with what looked like a positioning test. It was placed on a flat surface, then picked up, jostled again, then wrapped around something higher up on the wall. A little bit of tweaking and it had a clear view of the foot of Debbie and Harry’s king-sized bed. A moment later and a man walked in front of the camera, carrying a second camera. The man wore a black ski mask, a black t-shirt, and jeans. James looked closely, it was the gardener from earlier. At least, he had the same build and body size as the gardener. The man played around with the second camera, making sure it was pointing at the bed. After the camera was set, he spent a moment fiddling about with something on the headboard. It looked like rope, or chain, or some kind of restraint. A closer look showed that it was a pair of handcuffs with a really long chain. He threw a pillow over them to cover the cuffs up.

There was a cut in the action. The man was now in the corner of the field of view, behind a closed door, near the doorway to the Master Bathroom. His left hand held a rag or bandana or handkerchief of some kind while his right hand held a stun gun. In the distance, the camera picked up Debbie’s voice, calling for her cat. Minutes passed before anything happened, the man waiting in the ready the whole time.

The door opened and Debbie walked in. She was good looking as always, but somehow always looked better in her uniform. Her long, black hair fell loose to her shoulders. Red lipstick made her lips stand out while the rest of her makeup highlighted her high cheekbones and light Asian skin. Her white blouse was tight, buttoned up almost most of the way, leaving the top two buttons undone, showing more than a hint of cleavage. Her navy miniskirt hugged her hips and ass, stopping just above her knees. Tan colored stockings covered her legs, making them appear a little more defined.

Debbie entered her bedroom and made it a couple steps. She was looking toward the bed and nightstand when she stopped. That’s when the man jumped to action. With two quick steps, he lunged forward and grabbed Debbie’s face with his left hand and jammed the stun gun into her right flank, on the side of her stomach. Just as she screamed in panic, a terrible buzzing sounded and Debbie screeched in pain, the man zapping her with the stun gun. She collapsed to the ground, the man holding the trigger down the whole time until she was on the ground. Once she was on the ground, he shoved the rest of the gag into her mouth and tied it behind her head. She lay limp on the floor, convulsing from the recent pain. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet with his left hand, right hand holding the stun gun. She wobbled to her feet as he dragged her to her own bed.

Her mind must’ve realized what was about to happen. She tried to move away, but her movements were awkward, like walking on numb feet. The man saw this, and hit her with the stun gun again, this time in the stomach. It was a short burst, but enough to get her to double over by the bed. He threw her on the bed, keeping a hold of her hair the whole time. She landed on her back, and he climbed on top of her. He reached for the cuffs buried under the pillow and her right arm. She tried to struggle, so he zapped her again and again and again. Debbie shrieked through her gag each time, feeling the pain as the electricity show through her body. He grabbed her right arm and cuffed it, then did the same with her left arm. Before he stood, he zapped her two more times, quickly for good measure.

He went back to the bedroom door and closed it. James wasn’t sure why until he remembered about that stupid cat. The man locked the door for good measure before stripping, taking off his t-shirt, then jeans, underwear, and socks. He did this in full view of Debbie, who was sobbing uncontrollably at this point. She knew what was going to happen.

The man returned to her view, still holding the stun gun and another implement. He climbed on top of her on the bed, putting the stun gun down right next to her head, to remind her what would happen if she didn’t behave. He showed what was in his other hand – a folding knife. The man opened the knife, letting the light in the room show her what he held. She shook violently, panicking as he played with the blade for a moment. She squealed into her gag as he brought the blade close.

“Shhh.” He shushed her as he took the blade and sliced off her blouse buttons, one at a time. Each time he did, he opened her shirt further, exposing her white bra and full breasts. Another button, then another. Finally, all the buttons were cut and he pulled the blouse free. He took the knife, and carefully sliced her bra straps by her shoulders then between her cups. Slowly, he stroked her stomach and sides before ending on her breasts. He bent down and licked her nipples, brown and the size of a silver dollar. She cried and pleaded through her gag, but he kept on playing with her tits. Squeezing, licking, biting, sucking them.

He leaned up after a minute and slid down her body, knife in hand. He paused, figuring out the best way to unwrap his new toy. Part of him wanted to take his sweet time, but his cock was aching hard, and he wanted her here and now. He scooched further down her body, sitting on her legs. Using a knee, he forced himself between her legs. She shook, afraid of angering him as he held the blade. After pushing her legs apart as far as they’d go, he took the knife and sliced the taut fabric from the bottom of her skirt up. She held her breath as the blade inched closer and closer to her body. Before long, her navy skirt was sliced in half the whole way up to her waistline. This exposed her stockings, which covered her white panites.

The man leaned forward and sniffed her crotch. It smelled like sweat and fear. He smiled, then grabbed the gusset and ripped it open. A couple more tears and he had access to her panty covered pussy. He slid the knife along the front of the panties from the left leghole and carefully sliced up to the elastic waistband. Debbie held her breath as he did so, afraid of this monster hurting her again. He did the same to the right leghole. He grabbed the front panel of the now shredded panties and pulled. He struggled with them at first, but got them off of her with a couple tugs.

Debbie’s pussy was now exposed. It was covered in a thin layer of dark pubic hair, trimmed all around, rather short. It was almost like she shaved everything off regularly, but had been lazy for the last couple weeks. He bent down to smell and taste her, flicking his tongue over lips. With his free hand, he spread her open, then flicked his tongue over her clit. She shook at the feeling, careful to keep her eyes on the knife at all times. He continued, but this wasn’t about her pleasure. It was about getting her wet enough to fuck and humiliating her.

He slid back up her body, still between her legs. He placed the knife on the nightstand, still within his reach. She followed the knife to the table. That’s when she saw the smartphone on a tripod facing the bed. The realization struck her like a baseball bat. This man was going to rape her and film it.

He grabbed her head with one hand, forcing her to look at him as he entered her. He pushed his way into her pussy, a couple inches at first, then back, then in further until he was all the way in. He held her head in place, staring at her as he fucked her, as he raped her. He reached a steady rhythm after a minute.

The stranger kept fucking Debbie in this position for a few minutes until she felt his pace quicken. He held her head in place until the last minute when he pulled out and moved up her body as fast as possible. There, he stroked off his naked cock, shooting his semen all over her face. Jet after jet of his cum blasted her in the face. One stream hit her right in the left eye, another ended up going in her nose.

He rolled off of her to catch his breath as she cried. She cried partly from the pain, but mostly from the violation. Here she was, in her own home, being raped by a complete stranger. ‘There was nothing to stop him from killing her’, she thought. She tried to follow him as best she could as he got off the bed, but her vision was clouded. She couldn’t see much, but knew that he was going to the bathroom. He came back a minute later, and she felt a warm washcloth on her face. He gave her a quick clean.

He sat on the edge of the bed for a while, thinking about what to do next. He grabbed the pair of destroyed panties and used them as a makeshift glove as he rifled through her drawers. It didn’t take long for him to find her sex toys in the nightstand. He found a vibrator, some lube, and a blindfold.

He took all three of them and climbed back onto the bed, making sure he didn’t block the cameras. He took the vibrator, turned it on, and played with her, running the vibrator over her clit then penetrating her with it. He explored, seeing what it took to turn Debbie on. He tortured her like this for 20 minutes as she tried to hold out, but soon her own body betrayed her as he forced her to orgasm. As she approached the edge, he grabbed her hair and twisted it, forcing her to face the camera as she came.

By this point he was fully aroused again. He slipped on a condom he grabbed from his last bathroom trip and slid it on. He grabbed Debbie and forced her around in the bed, moving her into a face down ass up position. He lined his dick up with her pussy and started fucking her. She cried again, but she was losing her fight. That was until she felt the lube being spread out on her asshole. She tried to squirm away, pleaded into her gag for him to stop, but her pleas were cut off when she felt him pull out and felt the stun gun on her pussy.

She froze, remembering how painful it was on the rest of her body. If he pulled the trigger there…

She felt something apply pressure to her anus. Then the pressure turned to pain, almost like being punched slowly. She felt him apply more lube as he went, but that didn’t seem to help. Pretty soon, her questions on what was being pushed in were answered as she felt his thighs against her ass, pushing into her body.

There was no doubt about it, he was raping her ass.

He took his time, getting used to being in her tight ass. After what felt like an eternity to her, he started pushing back and forth. As he did, he took the vibrator, set it to high, then shoved it into her pussy.

He fucked her ass for a solid fifteen minutes before he picked up the pace, causing her to howl and scream into her gag. She pulled up as hard as she could on her cuff chain, hoping that maybe the chain would break or that she could climb away, but she couldn’t. She prayed for this be over.

Soon, she got her wish. His actions became herky-jerky and then he grabbed her hips as plowed into her ass one last time and came inside his condom. As he sat there, her crying filled the room. He pulled out of her ass to a satisfying ‘pop’.

He left her on the bed, but grabbed the knife from the nightstand and the stun gun from the bed. The vibrator was still in her pussy. At this point, any pleasure it was meant to derive had turned to pain. She couldn’t focus on what he was doing. All she heard was water running in the bathroom from the toilet and the sink.

She turned her head as much as she could without flipping onto her body. Her ass was in pain, and she didn’t want to put any pressure on it. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the man return. This time he was fully dressed in his black t-shirt and jeans. He held the stun gun in one hand and a phone in the other. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled up, making sure he had her attention before pressing play on the phone. Siri spoke.

“If you want to live, you will follow my instructions. I will leave you here as I hide your phone in this house. When I return I will clean you up. Then I will remove your shackles but will tie your hands and feet in place. You will be able to move your hands in front of you. I will remove this gag but replace it with one of yours. I will then blindfold you with your own blindfold. You will lay on the bed and count to 100. After that point, you will be able to untie your hands and feet. If you try to untie yourself before 100, I will kill you. If you report this to the police, I will come back and kill you. If you do not follow these instructions, I will kill you. Do you understand?”

Debbie nodded. He let her go as he went about cleaning her and the room. The stranger gave her a once-over as he wiped down her face, chest, and crotch. He sprayed some stain remover on the sheets where he fucked her, destroying any DNA he might’ve left behind. He found some of her other pairs of stockings and tied her hands as he uncuffed her. He took the clothes he shredded and put them in a neat pile on the bed. After tying her feet together with the same stockings for her hands, essentially hogtying her, he took the shredded clothes with him to the bathroom. A minute later he returned. He walked over to the bed where she was bound and put the blindfold on her. He played another message from his phone.

“The next time you hear me, you will start counting slowly to 100. Do not attempt to free yourself before then, or I will kill you.”

Debbie couldn’t see what the man was doing. He reached over to the smartphone on the nightstand and turned it off. He grabbed the other camera, the one she never noticed, and took it with him into the bathroom. There, he angled it facing a blank wall. A moment later, he picked up the camera. Gone was the ski mask and back on were the gardening clothes, sunglasses, and hat. He slipped his boots back on, and put his clothes and camera back in his bag. He kept this camera out to document things. He returned to the bedroom and saw Debbie, naked, blindfolded, and bound. He pressed play on his other phone.

“You may begin counting. Remember what I said, and that I have video of you being a naughty girl. It would be a shame for that to end up on the web.”

He left, carrying his phone and bag with him. He left the bedroom, made his way down the stairs to the first floor, then to the basement. He stuffed his bag into the tank he used for spraying weeds, then turned off the camera.


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James could hardly believe what he saw. He just watched the systematic rape and destruction of that stuck-up bitch next door. He played through the second video. It was the same, but from the point of view of the nightstand. His favorite shot was when she realized that he was filming her rape just as she was being raped.

He sent a message to his new friend, congratulating him on a job well done. He was online, so they chatted for a bit. The friend sent James the info for Stephanie a couple days ago, along with her schedule, how to get in her house, and the drugs he’d need to knock her out for the night. When James asked why on the drugs part, the friend said he’d always wanted to see this happen to her, but held out hope that one day he’d be the one to break her. This way, he could see her get raped while she could still pass it off as though nothing happened. There was a sick, twisted logic to his thought pattern.

James confirmed that no one else would drink the wine she saved for herself, and the friend confirmed it. James’s plan was to sneak into her house Friday during the day, spike her wine, then come back late at night. That way, she’d pass out and wouldn’t be a problem. But, if things did go that route, he was prepared.

Now, James just had to wait until Friday.

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To Be Continued...

[Shocker]

Well Debby got done good. First time I noticed the name of her Husband. Thinking of a special Blondie my friend?