The leader gave a couple of commands over the radio to the guards at the front door and the garage area, and sent one of the others from the patio to help them search the house. Staring back at Melissa, he curtly ordered that anyone they found was to be shot. Melissa double checked, wanting to be sure no one had slipped away, and sighed with relief when she saw no one had.
“All righty then,” the leader said to Melissa’s mom, Laura. “You don’t know exactly when your old man will be back, but it should be in a couple of hours, right?” She nodded, and he continued, “Okay, do you know where his safe is?”
“It’s in his study,” she replied, “In the closet.”
“Do you know the combination?”
“N-no,” she stammered, wishing she did so she could give them whatever they wanted and get them off her property.
Damn, the leader thought to himself. “Are you expecting anyone else before your husband gets home?” he asked.
Melissa stepped forward again. “A couple of my friends might be expecting someone to come pick them up, that would be about it.” A cry from Tyler got her attention, and Melissa started to move toward the chaise lounge where he had been napping, but the leader stopped her with the barrel of his shotgun.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked gruffly.
Melissa stopped and pointed to the chaise lounge. “My baby,” she replied. “He’s waking up, and probably hungry – I’ll need to feed him.”
The leader considered it for a moment, then told her, “All right, you tell one of my men where you keep the bottles, and he’ll go get one for you – none of you is leaving this area for now.”
Melissa stepped around the barrel of the shotgun and started toward her baby. “There aren’t any bottles,” she told the leader. “I breast feed him. I would appreciate it if you could give me some privacy…”
The leader motioned one of his men to follow her. “Sorry, lady, privacy is gonna be in short supply around here for a while,” he replied. “You can sit right there and feed him, and my guy here will keep watch over you while you do.” He turned to the rest of the group, and motioned them toward the pool. “The rest of you, get into the shallow end of the pool where my people can keep an eye on you – all but you, lady.” He pointed at Laura with one hand, and waved her over to him. “You and me are gonna have a chat. The rest of you, move!”
Melissa picked up Tyler and turned away from everyone else as much as she could, lowering one side of her bikini top and offering a nipple to his mouth. Tyler latched on and began to suckle, as the rest of the group, except for Laura, waded into the shallow end of the pool. The intruders took up positions on either side of the pool, as the two who had been searching the house returned, signaling they had found no one else. The leader sent one of them to watch the front of the house and signal when anyone came up the driveway, and motioned the other to go through the clothes and purses the women had brought and see if he could find anything of value. The thug who had been assigned to watch her moved around to give himself a good view of the baby sucking at her bare breast, and Melissa glared up at him. “Do you mind?” she asked sharply.
The guard stood his ground and continued to stare at her breast. “No, ma’am, I sure don’t,” he replied. “I was told to watch you, and I figure to watch you real close.” The tone of his voice sent a shiver down Melissa’s spine.
Meanwhile, the leader was asking Laura again when her husband was expected to return, and if she knew the combination to the safe in the study. She again denied knowing either, and he began to send her into the pool to join the others when he heard a commotion from where Melissa was feeding her baby.
Tyler, satisfied, had quit suckling, and Melissa had put him back down on the chaise lounge next to the one she was sitting on and started to pull the one side of her bikini top back up. “No need for that,” her guard had told her, leering at her bare breast.
“He’s finished,” Melissa spat back, and put the shoulder strap back up and began to adjust the cup.
The guard reached down and grasped the front of her bikini top and yanked hard, snatching it off her. “I’m not finished,” he replied, reaching down with one rough hand to squeeze and fondle one of her breasts.
Melissa tried to get away, and he cuffed her on the side of the head, hard enough to make her see stars. Before she could recover, he was atop her, pinning her down as he pulled the bottom of his mask up to reveal his lower face and began to suck at one of her nipples. Melissa wriggled and squirmed, trying to get away, and felt his hard cock pressing against her leg through his pants. He cuffed her again, and she went limp, stunned.
“What the hell are you doing?” the leader yelled across at the guard, who was getting a good taste of breast milk as one hand slipped down and began fondling Melissa’s pubic mound through her bikini bottom. At the same time, Laura screamed and started to run over to help her daughter, and as the leader grabbed at her, her top came loose again. He was able to get hold of her and stop her, just as Melissa’s son, 11 year old David, started yelling at the guard to get off his mom and tried to climb out of the pool. One of the guards by the pool shoved him roughly back into the water, and everyone turned to see what was going on.
The guard with Melissa, undeterred, slipped Melissa’s bikini bottom off and lowered his face to her pussy, determined to get a good taste of that as well. His hands full trying to hold Laura back, the leader was unable to do anything to stop him, and the other guards began to cheer him on. Melissa began to stir as she started to come around again, and the guard continued to lick and kiss her pussy as she instinctively arched her back, pushing her pubic mound upward toward his face, still hazy about what was going on. The guard unfastened his belt and opened the front of his pants, letting his erect black cock spring free, and forced his way between her legs. Just as Melissa realized what was happening, he plunged his cock into her wet pussy, sinking it into her as deeply as he could.
“Nooooooooooooooo!” Melissa and her mom screamed in unison as the guard began pounding his cock into Melissa’s pussy, holding her down and thrusting his cock in and out of her as she tried to squirm free. Laura managed to get loose again, but the leader cuffed her, knocking her off her feet, then grabbed her arm, dragged her to her feet, and tossed her into the pool with the rest of the hostages.
Melissa, for her part, was trying hard as she could to dislodge the cock that kept pumping in and out of her, but her efforts were getting weaker and weaker. She had never had sex with anyone other than her husband, certainly never with a black man, and her husband had certainly never manhandled her like this. Still, she found herself becoming aroused somewhat, feeling the guard’s black cock pounding into her pussy as he raped her, and even thrust upwards at him a few times before he pinned her down good, thrust his cock as deep into her as he could, and began to cum deep inside her.