Hostage Drama

Jim Carpenter drove into his garage, he pressed the remote, the door came from above and closed. He took his briefcase from the passenger seat and got out. That's when he first saw the man with the gun.

It was actually a boy, 25 at most, Jim guessed. But he was standing motionless in the doorway to the house, pointing the gun at him. He knew from one of the last seminars that he only had a chance if he remained calm and cold‐blooded. He walked slowly towards the boy, who made way and waved the barrel of his gun, into the house! He went into the house, put the briefcase on the shoebox and stopped. The boy with the gun pressed the barrel into his back and pushed him into the living room.

With a glance, he grasped the situation. Two gunmen stood against the walls to the left and right. His wife Lynn and his daughter Cary were crouched in the corner, huddled close together. Both had teary eyes and smeared make‐up. They were naked except for their slips. The oldest of the three gangsters grinned broadly. "Ahhh, Daddy's finally here! And he's bringing us the safe‐combination! Just like Santa Claus! Come on in to the parlor, Mr. Carter! And strip right down to your boxer shorts, we don't want any surprises!" he barked and giggled disgustingly.

Jim slowly removed his suit and shirt, all but his boxer shorts. He had realized right away that Lynn hadn't given away the combination to the safe to buy time and to save herself and Cary from being murdered. Perhaps Lynn was also hoping that Jim could somehow save her. The second thug waved the barrel of his gun and Jim sat down with Lynn and Cary. "You okay?" he whispered. Lynn shook her head. "They took everything they could find. They raped Cary!" Jim looked into Cary's eyes in horror. She looked at him with a wounded expression, then lowered her eyes. "They raped both of us, Mom and me." Cary began to cry softly. "Dad, I'm not a virgin anymore!"

Lynn didn't look at Jim. "I offered myself to them when they grabbed Cary. They raped the kid anyway, both of them." Although she whispered very quietly, he heard her anger. "Jack?" he asked silently. Lynn shook her head. "Attic." That meant they hadn't discovered 8‐year‐old Jack yet, he was hiding in the attic. Jim took a breath, hopefully Jack would stay quietly in his hiding place.

The gangsters had spread out their loot on the couch table. A handful of dollar bills, cell phones, credit cards, female knick‐knacks from their purses. A pile of jewelry, the real ones and the cheap ones, all in a heap. A pile of letters, tied together with a blue ribbon. Jim stared at the letters. The first gangster noticed his gaze and tugged the top letter out of the bundle. "Mrs. Lynn Carter," he read aloud and took the letter from the envelope. "Dearest Lynn," he read out loud and pathetically, "you don't know how I sat on the bed for an hour after the last time, I just wanted to feel your smell, your body and your embrace, and ...." he broke off, "pure love drivel, I guess." The gangster grinned and read out the last line. "I can't wait for Thursday to come and your yoga class, love, Larry." He looked from one to the other, but his theatrics got no applause.

Cary looked at her parents, Lynn had lowered her eyes to the floor and Jim looked at her speechless. He didn't know any Larry, except the boy who cleaned the swimming pool every few weeks. He whispered tonelessly, "Larry?" and Lynn didn't look up. She just nodded and her gaze softened and hardened again. "Oho, oho!" the gangster exclaimed, "we've got a nice mess here! Lynn is going to yoga and Larry is looking forward to showing her the hottest yoga positions! Oh shit, Mr. Carter, finding out about yoga like that must hurt!" He laughed rattlingly. Jim looked him in the eye and spat. The lad laughed even harder now. "Actually, I had intended to show your daughter how her parents do fuck. But now everything is changing! He's got a rage in his belly and she's embarrassed to death. We'll do it differently." Lynn took off her panties and moved to Jim to fuck with him, she wanted to prevent the other thing. But the guy finished his thought. "Come on, Mr. Carter, the daughter is yours!" He waved the gun barrel in front of Cary's face and then at her panties. "Come on, take them off, 'cause now you go fucking!" Cary shyly took off her panties. Now the barrel of the gun was waving in front of Jim's face. "Strip, Mr. Carter, if you please!" Very reluctantly, Jim obeyed.

Cary approached her father sideways from behind, seeing her mother's wild look, of course, but overriding it. She gripped Jim's cock with her fingers, which instantly hardened at the touch, and whispered in his ear. "I've already been fucked by two strangers today. But I'm happy at the thought of letting you fuck me, Dad! Every night when I do it to myself, I dream about it, I dream about you! It's all right with me, Dad! Please, let's do it!" Jim sat stock‐still, not looking at Lynn. He looked into Cary's eyes, into her face. He had never touched her before, he had been very careful never to let it become to an embarrassing situation. Now he felt the barrel of the gun against his temple and saw the determination in Cary's eyes. He growled, "Put the gun away!" he said so firmly that the guy lowered the gun immediately. Jim leaned over and kissed Cary's cheek. He leaned down to her ear and whispered, "Forgive me, little one! We have to!" and she nodded, then pulled him to herself on the floor.

The three gangsters grinned as Jim fucked his daughter. They didn't see the happy glow on Cary's face, not Jim's strained and disgusted face. He needed to squirt now and wanted to pull his cock out, but Cary held him firmly by his ass cheek. He felt Cary's fingers lightly stroking her clit and felt her vaginal muscles contracting rhythmically with his cock. Only in a hidden corner of his attention did he notice her orgasm. He lay on top of her for a very long time, then pulled on his boxer shorts and sat down next to Lynn, hanging his head sadly.

"Hey, Shorty, you haven't fucked anyone today!" the leader called out to the boy, "can you even or are you gay!?" Shorty turned red. "I'm not gay, you bastard, I haven't had any yet." The leader fell silent in speechless astonishment. "I thought only the daughter was a virgin, but we've got another one here! It's all right, Shorty, don't stress. We have a wonderful yoga teacher here, she can teach you fuck!" Lynn winced as she understood. Jim called out to the leader, asking if he wanted to open the safe? A stab went through Lynn's heart, her husband wanted to protect her, to prevent her being raped again.

But the leader was not to be flustered. "First yoga, then safe!" he said firmly. He didn't need to say any more, Shorty struggled out of his clothes and knelt in front of the naked Lynn. "Mrs. Carter, I'm sorry, I've never done it before!" Lynn felt her heart soften. It was a bizarre situation, she was being forced to fuck, but Shorty was hardly much older than 20 and he had a decent cock that had already stiffened. "Come on, Shorty, let's take it slow. I'll show you how it's done." He was gruff. "I know how to do it!" he said dismissively. She positioned herself, grabbed his cock and quickly inserted it in her cunthole. Shorty began to fuck, his buddies grinned and Jim closed his eyes. He didn't want to see it.

Shorty eased his cock into Lynn's pussy hole after he had squirted the first time. "Not quite done yet, Mrs. Carter," he said, and soon continued fucking. Lynn had to admit that he was fucking well and persistently. He squirted and immediately continued fucking, giving Lynn no time to let her sexual excitement subside. Shorty grinned all over his sly face as Lynn briefly but clearly orgasmed. She immediately relaxed and let Shorty finish fucking her impassively. She immediately sat up and pulled on her panties. Her eyes met Jim's and he just nodded kindly, there was nothing to say.

The leader followed Jim, leading the way in his boxers. He stopped, however, and grabbed Jim's briefcase. "Let's see what you've got in there," he said, walking back into the living room. He dumped everything out of the briefcase onto the floor, but then he paused. A jewelry case with a greeting card hanging from it. He looked into the case and whistled through his teeth. "That's cute!" he exclaimed and showed everyone the beautiful necklace. It didn't look cheap. "And what does it say on the card?" asked the second gangster, because Shorty had gone back upstairs. The leader read out, "Dearest Amy, happy birthday, Jim! P.S. Already talked to Lynn, we're getting a divorce!" The leader turned to Lynn. "I see, the divorce is imminent, and Mr. Carter already has the successor at hand!" Lynn remained stubbornly silent, she hadn't had a clue, but she didn't want to look into Jim's eyes right now.

Shorty came down the stairs, tugging Jack by the ear with him. "He was sitting in front of the internet watching YouTube," Shorty shouted triumphantly. The leader was briefly annoyed, but Jack assured him that he had been watching an animal documentary with his headphones on and hadn't noticed anything. When asked what he had been watching, Jack said how the various animals fucked and raised their young. "And how humans fuck, do you know?" the gangster asked and Jack hesitated very bashfully, but then he nodded. "Damn, I want to see that," the leader screeched happily and ordered Jack to undress, all of it! He took the naked boy and placed him in front of Cary. "Now, let's all see how it goes," he shouted, throwing Jack at Cary. Jim tried to tackle the gangster, but he hit him in the face with the barrel of his gun.

Cary put her arm around Jack's shoulders. "Come on, it's no problem for me, you've already seen it on the internet, haven't you!?" Jack nodded, but he was quite unsure and looked very unhappy. Cary rubbed his cock a few times and inserted it into her pussyhole. Jack fucked carefully and obediently. Cary whispered in his ear that he should just thrust in harder. He nodded and had to squirt after a few minutes. He left his cock in her pussy and continued fucking after a while. He squirted again and whispered that they should keep fucking. His cock was already a little bit soft, but he tried to keep fucking. Cary was really surprised, when the boy squirted inside again. He waited for the moment when the gangsters looked away and breathed into Cary's ear, "Police! coming soon!" Cary looked at him doubtfully, but he nodded with determination and slid his little cock in and out of her pussy hole. "Haven't you ever thought about it, darling?" asked Cary in complete surprise. "Yes, I do, every time I watch you do it," Jack replied with simple simplicity, "there's a hole under the Lenin‐picture." Cary looked at him with wide eyes, "and you saw everything?" Jack nodded, "every single of your pubic hair, sis!" She reached down and held his cock straight, which was still busy thrusting in and out of her pussyhole.

At that moment, dozens of police sirens sounded, for half a minute. Then a loudspeaker blared out: "Come out, with your hands up, now! You're surrounded!" The three gangsters shot out through the windows, but the policemen didn't shoot back. Jim had pounced on Lynn and the children, ready to protect them with his body. Jack stuck still in Cary's pussyhole and he kept squirting even though he wasn't fucking Cary anymore, he was squirting throughout the whole shooting and Cary just looked at him very surprisedly.

After a short burst of gunfire, the ammunition ran out and the leader yelled to run out and shoot more accurately outside. The two ran out the door and continued shooting, with Shorty coming up behind them with his hands up. The policemen emptied their magazines, reloaded and fired away. "Stop!" shouted the loudspeaker, "Cease fire!" Then there was silence and the policemen carefully moved into the house towards the four rescued people.

Everything had changed. Lynn and Jim talked about Larry and Amy for hours, for days. The dust had settled. Larry and Amy had lost nothing in their lives anymore.

Cary pasted a poster of Elvis Presley over the Lenin. She was 13 and had got over the revolutionary phase, farewell Lenin! Every few weeks she would quietly sneak down to the master bedroom and ask Mom if she could fuck Jim? Mom smiled knowingly and threw back the covers invitingly, then she woke Jim up.

Cary let Jack in at night when he scratched at the door. He wanted to sit between her thighs and watch her masturbate up close. Then, when she'd finished masturbating, she'd hug him and let him fuck her until he was completely drained.

They did it very discreetly, but if the parents knew, they never said anything.

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