Intrusion and Unlawful Entry
"Are you certain about this location?" Tara inquired.
"I've been observing it for three consecutive days. It seems almost lifeless. Each evening at exactly 9 pm, a distinct arrangement of lights turn on on the second two floors," Harper pointed out distinct windows of the mansion.
The two females were concealed on a hill a few hundred feet away from this grand house. It was a stunning, Victorian-style mansion with three levels and an extensive iron fence enclosing the premises. The front yard was slightly overgrown, and the house appeared in dire need of a fresh coat of paint.
"Here's a synopsis of the information I acquired about the occupants. According to state records, the deed for the mansion was lately obtained by a woman named Estelle Benewitz. She's a German businesswoman holding a prolonged US visa. She is unattached and possesses no known relatives in the country," Tara carefully mentioned.
"Fine, a wealthy woman frequently shifting between continents. Excellent target. Are we aiming for particular treasures?" Harper inquired.
"I couldn't find any details on her assets. It necessitates entering the house to determine," Tara arranged her notepad into her rucksack and folded it securely.
"Let's do it. I'll maintain my position at the hilltop and carry out one more sweep of the vicinity. You return and bring our belongings. At dusk, we infiltrate," Harper fixed her gaze on the mansion, fancy thoughts of the riches hidden inside.
"How are you feeling now, Ma'am?" Alice enquired. She approached the couch Estelle rested on and crouched next to it, clutching a cup of tea.
"I'm much better, dear. The fever has subsided, just some aches and pains... they're bearable," Estelle extended her hand and grazed Alice's cheek. "The discomfort is negligible, in reality," she accepted the cup and savored a deep swallow.
"Aches and pains? Oh, I'm very sorry, my love," Alice had a grin and edged to the end of the couch. She enfolded one of Estelle's feet in her hand and stroked her fingers through the sole. Estelle lowered her head and slackened her neck and back muscles. Estelle's strong fingers eased the tautness in her muscles, and Alice planted tiny kisses around them.
"Alice... I'm not in the state... oh, that feels sensational," Estelle hesitated when Alice's fingers explored the crevice between her vagina and upper thigh, but yielded when her loyal found her widely neglected clitoris with her mouth.
"Shhh, it's beneficial," Alice whispered nursery rhymes into her vulva, her tongue traced a languid path upward.
"Mhm. Perhaps by tonight I'll feel well enough for an... uhm... more... demanding session," Estelle murmured, gasping when Alice infiltrated her tightly aroused opening with her finger.
"Three... two... one... be illuminated," Harper declared. Lights encircling the mansion sprang on, right on time.
"You theorize they installed them to switch on at this hour?" Tara questioned.
"Positively. There's no possible means all those lights could activate simultaneously sans some inner mechanism. Let's check our items and continue." Harper unzipped her bag, sifting through its contents, which included a packet of lock picks, nylon climbing rope, and various tools. She was about to seal it when she noticed a startling glint of black metal.
"Tara. Absolutely no firearms. Jail time for breaking and entering... we've both endured that. However, armed robbery? Home entry with a lethal weapon? Absolutely not," Harper handed the pistol to Tara.
"But what if matters become chaotic? Remember D.C.?" Tara inquired.
"It will not be at all like that. I assure you. We simply break in and seize valuables. This is a quick in-and-out task," Harper extended her hand. Tara peered into her deep brown eyes for a moment before agreeing, handing over her gun.
"Thank you. And you appear striking, Tara," Harper smiled. They both donned black cargo pants with close-fitting thermal tops. Harper had her disordered brunette hair fastened atop her head and Tara kept her jet-black locks behind her ears.
"No seductive talk prior to the task," Tara warned.
"But later?"
"If this place is stuffed with cash like you claim... we can do whatever the hell you desire, Harp," Tara smiled broadly. Climbing the iron fence, they meticulously avoided the threatening spikes.
"This is our entrance... second story balcony," Harper whispered. Tara slipped a loop of rope over her shoulder and scaled the mansion's side, utilizing window sills and pipes for support. She secured the rope to a railing and tossed it down to Harper, who swiftly scaled up the side. Harper withdrew her lock picks from the bag and soon had the balcony door unlocked.
"Let's go earn some cash," stated Harper, opening the door. "I'll explore the lower floors and you examine atop."
"I can devour you right now," Estelle remarked, circling her submissive. They were in the basement of the mansion, where Estelle had a huge dungeon. The place had stone brick walls, hardwood floors, and thick rafter beams, making it feel like an ancient prison. A large four-poster bed was the centerpiece of the space, but various benches, crosses, and other torture devices adorned the area. Alice knelt on a stunning fur rug in the middle of the room, dressed in pricey white latex: long gloves, stockings, and a tight corset that emphasized her breasts. Her hair was tied in two low buns and she had a dash of makeup on her eyes and cheeks. Alice's wrists were bound in sturdy iron manacles, which were lifted above her head and linked to a rafter by another chain. A white silk blindfold obscured her vision, leaving her in a permanent state of anticipation.
Estelle knelt before the bound woman, her warm, full lips just inches from her ear.
"Fancy seeing me?" She asked, her voice like molten honey.
"May I?" Alice whispered, her voice dry and croaky.
Estelle removed her blindfold and presented herself to Alice. She wore a long, black gown with crimson accents. A tight, leather corset framed her chest and hips, highlighting her impressive curves. A choker of the same material encircled her neck, calling attention to her defined collarbone. She wore silk opera gloves that looked like a second skin and leather heels polished to a sheen. Her lips were painted red, and her eyes were outlined with a hint of eyeliner. Estelle's hair, dark and curly, brushed against her exposed shoulders.
"You are... Mistress, I..." Alice struggled to find the right words.
"What am I?" Estelle touched her cheek softly, her smile warm and comforting. She tapped the riding crop she carried against her thigh.
"You're... I'm sorry..." Alice's cheeks reddened with shame.
"Try harder," Estelle stated assertively.
"You're sensational. I can't compare to your brilliance," Alice stared at the floor, guilt ridden. Estelle tapped the leather crop against her side, leaving a small pink mark.
"Are you better than me?" Estelle hit her again, leaving a small pink imprint on her hip.
"No, Mistress, I..." Alice's words were cut off with another smack of the crop. Estelle put the tip beneath her chin and forced her head up. Alice's eyes begged for forgiveness.
"Good. You don't get to determine who deserves my 'brilliance.' To demean yourself is to demean your Mistress. Do you understand?"
Alice nodded, greatly relieved. As she looked into Estelle's eyes, she noticed a hint of light beneath the door to the basement. Her eyes shifted to the door; the light was brightening. Faint footsteps resounded beyond the dungeon. Estelle opened her mouth to lambast her submissive for breaking eye contact, but Alice spoke first.
"Peppermint. PEPPERMINT," Alice hissed in a strained whisper. She rarely used her stop signal, and Estelle was perplexed as to why it came out now. Nonetheless, she quickly freed Alice from her restraints, who immediately pulled her mistress to the side of the room. Estelle stepped behind Alice.
The door creaked open and a woman with a tangled brown ponytail stepped into the room. She was dressed in all black and had a large duffel bag over her shoulder. Alice shot a glance at Estelle, who nodded once. The woman took one additional step into the room and was slammed to the ground. Alice jumped from behind the door and pinned her to the floor. Both women screamed and wrestled as they fought. Estelle closed the door behind them and pulled a length of rope from the wall, securing the intruder's ankles. Alice placed her full weight on the woman's back, pushing her into the wooden floor while Estelle tightly bound her wrists behind her.
"Stop resisting," Alice snapped, grabbing her ponytail and yanking it backwards, forcing the intruder's head up. "Are you alone?" Alice questioned, her hand tightening around her throat. The intruder glared back with malice.
"Are. You. Alone?" Alice strengthened her grip, her gloved hands digging into the intruder's windpipe.
With a snarl, Estelle yelled from behind. She snatched a pair of scissors off herself and started cutting at the intruder's clothing. The woman began to scream, but Alice slapped a hand over her mouth.
"Are. You. Alone?" Alice repeated, gazing at the now undressed, but bound lady. Alice removed her hand from her mouth and waited for a response.
"One other, please don't hurt her, this whole thing was my idea," the woman cried, tears in her eyes, vulnerability on her body.
"Shhh, don't cry," Alice wiped a tear from her cheek. She could see how frightened the intruder was. "Keep cooperating and we won't harm you. What's your name?"
"Harper," the intruder hiccupped.
"Where's your partner, Harper?"
"Upstairs, she's going to meet me down here soon," Harper moaned.
Alice and Estelle looked at each other, a crafty idea forming in their depraved minds. Within minutes, they restrained Harper in the shackles that were previously used on Alice. Estelle yanked the chain higher, making Harper stand on her tiptoes. Alice connected a spread bar to her ankles, pushing her legs apart. Next, Estelle shoved a massive ball gag in her mouth and fastened the strap behind her head.
"Now, we wait," Estelle caressed the side of Harper's face, who was terrified to be in this kinky sex dungeon. The two women snuggled against the wall beside the door, a secret hideout.
***
Tara was having a fantastic night. In the first room she searched, she found scores of costly rings, necklaces, and bracelets. She glided to the following room, finding a library filled with pricey first edition books. She packed half her bag with a range of loot, then signaled Harper on her earbuds.
"Awesome score, Harp. You always do pick the hottest woman at the bar," Tara joked. She hoisted her bag onto her shoulder and waited for a response.
"Harper? Copy?" She pressed a finger to her ear. "Where are you? Fuck this, I'm coming." Tara hurried down the huge staircase, making barely any noise as she raced to the basement.
Tara softly opened the door, her flashlight in hand. She nearly dropped it when she saw Harper. Completely naked and tied, she stood in the heart of a massive sex dungeon. She dashed over to her partner and saw a flash of white latex and black silk before a hood was placed over her head and her wrists were grabbed and cuffed behind her back. She cried into the muffled cloth, sending an echo across the room. Tara struggled to her knees and saw the gloved hands pressing into her collarbone. The bag was ripped off her head, and she saw Harper's tied, naked body inches from her face. Tara's lips were almost touching her exposed pussy.
"Is there anyone else in this house?" Alice inquired with a serious tone. Estelle stood behind Harper, with a wicked pair of nipple clamps in her hand. Tara eyed the clamps and looked at Estelle.
"Just us," Tara answered. Harper made eye contact with her.
"Mmmph," she said, perplexed.
"Why are you here?" Alice's grip tightened.
"Just money, I swear. This fancy house looked like no one lived here," Tara reasoned. Estelle and Alice exchanged glances. Both women had a fire in their eyes, but Estelle tried to keep her thoughts from dwelling on the more perverted aspects of her mind.
"Alright. We're calling the cops," Estelle spoke clearly and started walking away from Harper.
"Wait," Tara requested. Harper made eye contact with her.
"Mmmph," she muttered, confused.
"Yes?" Estelle's voice drifted across the room, the phone in her hand.
"Whatever the fuck this is, we'll do it," Tara turned to look at Alice's provocative attire. Estelle grinned and walked to Harper, wrapping her arms around the frightened woman's bare chest.
"Is that right? And what makes you think we want that?" Estelle's voice was like liquid honey.
Harper looked down at Tara, her private parts a Hair's breadth from her lips. She looked at her captors and then the large duffel bag on the ground filled with expensive items. Estelle saw the gears in Harper's mind turning and spoke into her ear.
"You can keep it." Estelle spoke calmly, "You might have even done me a favor by tidying up some mess around here." She continued, "The decision is yours: either hold onto what you took and surrender yourselves to us, or we'll hand you over to the authorities." Estelle pondered, "So, what'll it be? My handcuffs or theirs?"
The room became somewhat quiet, even as the two women looked at each other. A slim chance of escape existed, and they seized this opportunity. Harper looked up at Tara before nodding once. Tara then licked at Harper’s folds, tasting the desire that lingered there. Harper reacted, almost gasping at the motion. Tara continued, leaving the tangy taste of herself on Harper’s skin.
"She's done this before," Alice commented, "And she likes it." Seeming to confirm that fact, Alice proceeded to cut away Tara's clothes. What remained underneath was soaked in wetness, a telltale sign of Tara's excitement. Estelle plucked the damp underwear from Tara's undressed form and pressed it against Harper's mouth.
"Open," Estelle ordered. Harper obeyed, the taste of Tara's arousal filling her. Upon finishing this task, Estelle grabbed Tara's chin and pulled her face into the damp flesh of her lover's.
"I think you've enjoyed enough," Alice admitted, loosening Tara's restraints, "Want to kiss me?" Alice asked sultry-eyed, grinning fantastically, "Tara, would you like to kiss me?"
Shaking her head, still looking bewildered, Tara looked conflicted, confused about her feelings and her situation. Despite it all, this woman who took and stripped her was mesmerizing. She wondered if she had any real choice.
"I don't think I'll enjoy it if you don't want it," Alice said, feeling the desperation and frustration grow in her loins. Sensing that Alice desired the excitement, Tara understood the importance of foreplay. "Do you think I'm pretty?" Alice inquired, bringing her hands to rest on Tara's hips.
"You are," Tara stated honestly. Alice's form seemed perfect, like she had been chiseled out of marble and polished until brilliant. Her toned legs and arms were on proud display, donning fashionable latex lingerie.
"Tasted a pretty girl before?" Alice asked, leaning in close. Her breathing had quickened, her lips almost touching Tara's.
"Just a few," Tara responded with a bit of hesitation. The woman she'd been bound and then undressed by was far more enticing than she could have imagined, even if she'd been wary at first.
"Want it?" Alice asked, staring with a fervent intensity. "You have a choice, but I also know the power of convincing sexual interaction." Alice revealed she could toe the line between harsh dominance and tender seduction.
"Yes," Tara whispered, her eyes jumping between Alice's enchanting gaze and the soft pout of her inviting lips. Soon, she found herself lost in the tension. "Please, kiss me."
Disentangling herself from Estelle, who watched and smiled, Alice embraced Tara and picked her up. She carried the now-naked woman over to the bed and carefully placed her amongst the smooth sheets.
Four cuffs with leather straps came out. Each wrist and ankle was strapped securely to the bed. A ball gag was fetched, and was caressed against Tara's vagina, soaking it in arousal, before being positioned in Tara's mouth. Tara unconsciously obeyed, her lips red from Harper’s pleasure. Alice leaned in and sealed a soft kiss, then propped a pillow under Tara's head, aligning her so that Harper was ten feet away.
"Pain and pleasure. The basis of every exciting sexual journey," Estelle voiced loudly, ensuring the bound women could hear.
"That's what I think about it," Alice echoed, resting an arm on Estelle's back.
"It seems that our friend Harper appreciates the pain." Estelle let go of Alice and approached Harper, "Which implement excites you the most, dearest? Look at the variety, Alice. It's all sorts of whips, paddles, restraints, and vibrators."
A hushed voice answered, "The leather strap."
"Harp, no!" Tara tried to voice her objections.
"Ssssh, it's fine," Alice attempted to console her, "Harper will enjoy it." Alice moved her hand toward Tara, trailing delicate fingers along her inner thigh. "You prefer a more gentle approach."
In a practiced manner, Estelle fastened a blindfold to Harper's eyes, depriving her of sight. She reached for a leather strap on the wall and stepped behind Harper. With her legs spread wide and confined by heavy metal restraints, Harper's back muscles ached and strained. Alice snuggled up beside Tara, resting a hand on her genitals. Estelle prepared the strap for use. Harper didn't know what was coming, but Tara did. Tara emitted moans and pleaded through her gag, but her speech was distorted. Alice stroked her with two gloved fingers deep within her, slightly curling them to massage her clitoris from within. Tara could see Estelle raise the strap and witnessed it slicing through the air only to fall across Harper's back.
"FUCK!" Harper cried out, writhing violently in the restraints. "Oh, fuck!" she repeated. She gathered her mind, ready for impact yet again. Alice and Estelle's actions were in perfect harmony, alternating powerful whips and patient caresses. Alice's fingers plunged into Tara's vagina, moving swiftly and sensually. Estelle targeted Harper's back and buttocks with the strap, alternating between punishing smacks and comforting caresses. Tara writhed in pleasure, her senses overwhelmed. She could catch the scent of Alice's captivating perfume, the taste of her sweet spit on the gag, and the texture of Alice's elegant fingers slipping across her sex. She could feel the gentle lips of a woman on her neck, and she could gaze upon her stunning partner as the woman in striking black silk snapped the leather against Harper's flesh. She was on the verge of exploding with passion.
"Cum," Alice ordered. Tara trembled violently with pleasure, frantically pulling against her bonds. She shuddered as Alice's fingers drew a powerful orgasm out of her.
"Once more," Alice demanded. Tara shivered, still recovering. She was well aware of how sensitive she grew after such an intense climax, but Alice didn't consider that. Alice applied momentary relief, bringing forth an intense climax, and Harper could hear Tara's almost incoherent moans. Harper imagined the debauchery occurring without her; her skin tingled with anticipation. She begged, "I want to touch her. Please."
"What do you think, Alice?" Estelle inquired her submissive. Alice smirked, a sinister grin. Alice turned off the vibrator, leaving Tara in her discomfort. Alice marched over to Harper and cut her loose with the chains. Harper yanked on her restraints, longing for freedom. Alice tied her hands behind her back and strapped a gag adorned with a thick dildo to Harper's mouth. She lubed and inserted an anal hook into Harper's backside, encountering no resistance from the wound-up woman. She attached a rope from the end of the hook to a ring on the back of the gag. Alice elevated the blindfold, displaying Harper's face.
As her wrists grappled against their bindings, Harper breathed heavily, longing to reach out and caress her lover's wet pussy. She watched as a tongue expertly glided across Tara's genitals. Tara's erotic moans echoed through the gag, causing the vibration to create an intense sensation in Estelle's pussy. Harper realized Tara was on the verge of orgasm and chose to sink the dildo into her, preparing to plunge her hips to accommodate it. Harper sensed that the anal hook was stretching her anus and watched as Tara struggled beneath the stranger's weight. Her heart thudded furiously in her chest. Alice grasped Harper from behind, guiding her tongue to trace within her folds. The sensation quickly diminished as she acknowledged the dildo preventing her from tasting her lover's arousal. Growing in desire, Harper could feel a tongue moving behind her, licking her genitals with insistence.
Enveloped in arousal, Estelle shed her silk gown, revealing her hips and climbed upon Tara's enthusiastic mouth. Estelle hungrily squirmed against Tara's lips, her clit meeting the ball gag and the soft lips above it. Estelle writhed in the throes of passion as Tara's tongue pressed against her clit, sending electric waves of pleasure through her pussy. Tara reached up, licking the gag against Estelle's swollen clitoris. Estelle pushed back against Tara, intensifying the friction against her clit. Tara's moans reverberated through the gag, igniting a hot rush of pleasure through Estelle's flesh. The bed shook as the two women frantically danced together in an erotic ballet, their aching bodies meeting each demand and desire.
Yes, yes, right there... oh... Estelle's thighs grabbed the side of my face. Her silent orgasm caused violent shaking in her legs, and sweet cum dripped from her opening. The earth shook with the shockwaves, leading to a chain reaction of orgasms for Tara and Harper. Once the criminal's orgasms had subsided, Estelle and I released the restraints. Harper snuggled into Tara's open embrace and rested her head on her chest, still seeing stars. It was cute, really, but we weren't quite finished yet.
"Aren't we forgetting about someone?" Alice's voice rang out, addressing the pile of naked, sweaty limbs. Tara stirred from her sleepy state, eagerly awaiting instructions.
"You're alright," Estelle told the pair. "She's just envious. I'll take care of her."
Harper and Tara stared as Estelle pulled Alice from the bed and chained her to the rafter. They watched as the woman in silk clothes spanked, smacked, licked, and fucked the submissive girl until she was senseless. At any moment, the criminals could have escaped, run away, or even overpowered Estelle, but they were content to sit back and just observe the encore.
***
"I..." Harper began, but then stopped herself. The quiet car ride back to the city was filled with smells of sex and expensive dresses to replace their torn clothes.
"I feel like I'm floating," Tara remarked, a small grin gracing her face. She sank into the passenger seat and glanced over at Harper.
"Me too," Harper smiled. "Hey, I'm sorry my reconnaissance wasn't great. The house should have been vacant, it should have..."
"Harper?" Tara lifted her eyebrows.
"Yeah?" Harper glanced at her partner.
"Shut the hell up," Tara laughed, shaking her head.