Mrs.G's encounter with thieves

I woke to the sound of shattering glass. My heart pounded as I shot up in bed, instinctively reaching for the lamp on the nightstand. The dim light revealed nothing out of place in the room, but the noise had been real. Someone was in the house. Quietly, I slipped out of bed and crept toward the bedroom door. The soft glow from the hallway light revealed shadows moving downstairs. Two men. My breath caught in my throat. They hadn't seen me yet. With careful steps, I moved back into the bedroom, searching for anything that could serve as a weapon. A heavy book? No, too slow. My eyes landed on a pair of scissors on my dresser. Just as I grasped them, the bedroom door burst open. The first man lunged at me, and I slashed wildly with the scissors, catching his arm. He grunted but didn’t slow down. The second man grabbed my wrist, twisting until I dropped the scissors with a clatter. "Feisty one," he said, smirking through his mask. I struggled against their grip, kicking and thrashing, but they were too strong. The first man pinned my arms behind my back while the other grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Got some fight in her," he chuckled, looking me over. "Yeah," his partner agreed. "And damn if she ain't a looker." My blood ran cold as their words sank in. At gunpoint now, one of them ordered me to strip off my sleeping teddy. "Do it," he growled when I hesitated. With shaking hands, I pulled at the straps and let the fabric fall away from my body. Their eyes roamed over me like predators sizing up prey. "Tie her up," one commanded. The other yanked me towards a chair in the corner of the room and forced me down into it. Rough rope dug into my wrists and ankles as they secured me to the chair. "Go, gather whatever is valuable in this house." - said the bigger guy - "I will have some fun here." As the smaller thief disappeared from sight talking something to himself, apparently not very happy, I was left alone with the first man. He grinned at me, a wicked gleam in his eyes that made my stomach churn. He unzipped his pants first, and next I knew, all of his clothes were on the floor and he stood there, stark naked. I swallowed hard, my mind racing as I sought for a way out. Fear was not an option; yes, seduction was my only weapon. I had to use what I had to survive. As he moved towards me, I forced myself to look into his eyes, and smile. He paused at my side, tracing a rough finger along my collarbone before dipping down to kiss my neck. I let out a soft moan, hoping it sounded more like pleasure than terror. His breath hitched, and he pulled back slightly to look at me. "You like that?" he asked. "Yess," I answered coyly, trying to keep my voice steady. "It was always my secret desire... To have sex with intruders." He laughed. "Is that so..." I continued moaning while he was kissing the rest of my body. "Please... continue... but... untie me" - I said. He seemed surprised at my request but intrigued nonetheless. A slow smile spread across his face as he considered it. "And why should I do that?" he asked. "Because," I replied, meeting his gaze head on, "then I could show you just how much I'm enjoying this." His grin widened as he bought into my act. "Alright," he agreed, reaching for the knots on the ropes binding me. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched him work on the knots. Each one that came undone was another step closer to freedom - or at least a fighting chance. His excitement was palpable as he finally freed my hands. As soon as they were loose, I rubbed my wrists, putting on a show of relief. One end of the rope was still in my palm. His eyes never left me, watching my every move with anticipation. "Now," I said, offering him a sultry smile, "where were we?" I summoned all the strength I had left and kicked. My knee connected with his groin with a satisfying thud. He howled in pain. Then I used the rope as a whip, and smacked him right over the eyes. He dropped to the floor in agony, and his gun skittered across the floor, stopping at my feet. I snatched it up, the cold metal a reassurance in my hand. As he stopped writhing on the floor, and now he was trying to get up, I took a step towards him. I felt an icy calm settle over me as I lifted my foot and brought it down hard on his dick and his balls. He screamed again, a raw, guttural sound that echoed off the walls. For some reason he also ejaculated, a warm cum covering my foot. "What the..." I muttered under my breath. The bedroom door creaked open again, and I turned to see the second man standing there, gun drawn and pointed at me. The sight of his partner on the floor in orgasm, ejaculating, seemed to shock him for a moment - just long enough for me to raise my gun and fire. The bullet caught him square in the chest, knocking him back against the wall. His gun clattered to the floor as he slid down the wall, leaving a smear of blood behind. Without hesitation, I turned back to the first man. Still ejaculating and whimpering in pain, he reached to grab me. I pointed the gun at him, meeting his gaze head-on. "I hope it was worth it," I said coldly before pulling the trigger. His body jerked once before going still, a pool of blood spreading out around him on the carpet.