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Old 17-Mar-16, 18:48
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BREAKING AND ENTERING by crossedankles

A sexy thief breaks in to a man's home and has her way with him.




Tina sat in her parked car in the alleyway overlooking the big house at the top of the hill. It was 2am and the light in Jonathan's bedroom window went out an hour ago. It was almost time. She had picked her prey out over a week ago. Tina knew Jon was a young single executive that lived alone with no immediate neighbors. She had sat in this same spot every night staking him out, and he was perfect. Even good looking which made it even better.

At 5'11" 150 lbs, Tina was a force to be reckoned with. A seasoned MMA fighter with a background in judo and wrestling, she also was an awarded gymnast in school. Tall, beautiful and blonde, she made a very comfortable living as a cat burglar at age 25.

Tonight was the night and she wore all black. Capri length yoga pants covered her long sinewy legs and only a sports bra under her hoodie. She exited the car grabbing her backpack along the way. She left the keys in the ignition in case she was moving quickly when she returned. She made her way to her targets house scanning the street along the way. Not a sound nor a person in sight. Perfect. She went around back and disabled the alarm. After making quick work of the lock on the back door, she was inside.

She locked the door behind her, and slipped her shoes and socks off on the dark kitchen floor. Barefoot, she moved silently up the staircase to the bedroom. She removed her backpack and hoodie and left them outside the bedroom door. Inside his room, he lay snoring alone on his king size bed unaware that his night was about to take a violent turn. Tina grabbed his cell phone from off the night stand and placed it with her backpack and hoodie outside the room.

She silently pulled back his silk sheets. He slept only in a pair of boxers. She noted his fit physique and wondered if he might actually be a challenge. She mentally went over her game plan while overlooking her prey. She smiled as she savored the last moment of silent stillness in the house. She reached behind her head and cinched her blonde ponytail tight, her chisled baseball sized biceps flexing as she did.

Tina leaped high into the air and came crashing down belly to belly on top of Jonathan. In a flash she had him wrapped up. She slid up on him and wrapped her insanely long legs around his and clasped the grapevine on tight. At the same time, she grabbed his wrists and yanked his arms above his head against the headboard. She was several inches taller than him so her hips were digging into his lower ribs and her rigid abdomen hung inches from his face. When she splashed down on him he awoke with a start and tried to sit up but ran his face directly into her solid six pack abs hurting his nose.

At first Jon was confused and disoriented. Something had landed on him and he smashed his face on something. Then his legs were violently wrenched apart. He tried to reach for whatever was was threatening to tear him in half but found that his hands were restrained.

"What the fuck?!....aarrgghh!!" Jon managed to croak out. "Who are you?? What the fuck are you doing??" She didn't speak at first, wanting to test his strength. He writhed underneath her, trying to dislodge her full body grip. Her legs held him firmly in place with very little effort on her part. He attempted to power his arms free but again, she kept him restrained easily. Now she knew she had him any way she wanted him.

She tensed her legs against his eliciting a satisfying scream. She eased up. "Who I am isn't important. What's important is that I know exactly who you are." She lifted her ass into the air and slammed her hips deep into his gut forcing him to cough out all his air, then ratcheted up the pressure on the grapevine. He tried to scream and catch his breath at the same time resulting in a spittle-laced sputter. She relaxed. "Jonathan Peters. Age 32. Single. Investment banker on the executive track at Bachman-Silverson. I know exactly what you're worth, and exactly what you'll be worth when I leave here. Now, if you dont mind, I've got work to do."

With that, she sat up and straddled his hips, and fired her right fist deep into his gut. While he fought to get air back in his lungs, she hopped up to her feet and scooped his legs up under her arms. She wrapped his legs around hers in a perfect figure 4 and laid back down on the bed with her top half over the side with her ponytail scraping the floor.

Jon immediately started screaming and writhing with a pain he never knew. Both legs were threatening to break. One being forced backward at the knee, the other, being jolted at the knee and ankle forcing the shin bone to bend painfully. Out of desperation he sat up and pried uselessly at her long solid legs in an effort to relieve the pressure. He couldn't budge them of course and began to beat on them with his fists. She sat up perpendicular to the bed making her abs stand out in bold relief. He couldn't believe how strong she was.

"Punch my leg again and I'll break yours." To emphasize the point she flexed the pressure down on the hold making him flop back down on the bed and scream like his life was ending. He thought she had broken it, but luckily for him she was an expert and could feel the breaking point without going over. She slowly lowered herself back down and decided she liked the way that felt, and began doing sit-ups. Each time she would hoist herself up would bring more sounds of pain and anguish from her victim.

"Oh my God! Please stop! You're gonna break something! I'll give you whatever you want just please stop!!" He was screaming and writhing in pain. He had a moment of clarity and his hand shot out for his nightstand only to find his phone was gone. He covered his face with his hands and began to sob.

"48,49,50." She stayed sitting up, looking at her prey. His face in his hands crying and moaning. She slowly unwound his legs from hers. When he was free, he clutched his knee and rolled to his side and moaned in pain. "Not quite done there, guy." She said as she grabbed his feet and wrapped him up in another figure 4, this time, with his legs in the opposite position as before and laid back down and started firing off another set of sit-ups.

Jon's vision had gone white with pain. He was howling his submission. He was positive he'd never walk again, that she surely had done some permanent damage. Aside from the pain, there was the psychological effect that a beautiful woman had broken in and was now physically assaulting him in his home. The whole thing was surreal and damned painful.

She finished her sit-ups and released his legs again. This time he didn't clutch his knee or try to roll away, he just tried to lay still and gather himself. It felt as if his knees were three times normal size and on fire. Tina leaped over him and on to the bed on his right side. She grabbed his right hand and laced her legs around his arm crossing her ankles and laid back with her left calf pressed against his throat. With the arm bar in place, she squeezed her rock hard thighs into his bicep contorting the muscle and cutting off the blood flow. That coupled with the extreme bend she was putting on his elbow, made for an excruciating hold.

He tried to free himself with his free hand, but she had it locked on. There was no escape and he was forced to ride it out until she decided to free him.

"Please! What do you want!? I'll do anything! Please just stop!" He screamed. She responded by twisting his wrist sharply to the breaking point eliciting a new set of screams from him. She held it on like this and squeezed her thighs around his arm tight for another few minutes until he was sobbing uncontrollably again.

She had held his arm in her grip for a good ten minutes when she released it. She rolled over backwards off the far side of the bed onto her feet and slowly walked around the bed. He reached for his destroyed right arm with his left. It was numb, throbbing, and useless. She approached him again with an evil smirk on her face. He held up his good hand.

"Please, no more. Whatever you want, it's yours! Just please no more!" He begged. She grabbed his left hand and swung her left leg over his arm. She straddled his left arm facing away from the bed and pulled him toward her until his left shoulder was caught snug between her upper thighs and his face was pressed against her rock hard glutes. Then she slowly began twisting his arm and pulling up against her crotch bending his arm in the wrong direction. He began to yell in pain, and tried to bring his other arm around to try and pull away but it wouldn't cooperate and just flopped about uselessly. He was once again at her mercy. Forced to ride out the torture until she decided otherwise.

She laced his fingers with hers in a mercy grasp and squeezed his fingers between hers. Her large hands crushing his. He attempted to continue begging for mercy, but his pain addled brain was forcing his words to slur, and it all came out as a garbled mess. She knew her hard work wasn't in vain, and that she had him right where she wanted him.

She worked his left arm for several more minutes before releasing it. When she did, his arm hung limply off the side of the bed; unable to lift it, and he laid on his back moaning and sniffing tears. She looked over her work with her hands on her hips. He was unable to move with his arms and legs rendered useless. On to phase two, she thought. She exited the room, and retrieved a laptop from her backpack. Back in the room, she tossed the laptop on the bed next to Jon.

She reached down and yanked Jon's boxers off of him in one violent movement forcing groans from Jon as they passed over his legs. She smiled when she saw how well hung he was. She also stripped out of her sports bra and yoga pants. She wore no underwear. Naked, she straddled him and began rubbing her toned vagina along the length of his shaft, occasionally flexing her womanhood on it, lightly pinching it.

He was rock hard despite the pain his limbs were experiencing and he was helpless to do anything. She slid to the top of his cock and slid him inside her. She gave a grunt due to his size, but she took it all like a champ. She squeezed her inner muscles and she tightened inside causing Jon to groan.

She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him into a sitting position, and wrapped her long legs around his middle. She laced her fingers behind his neck and squeezed his ribs in between her thighs. She used her long legs to chew on his abdomen while her buttox rhythmically gyrated her hips forward and back working his penis in long strokes.

Jon wanted to pull away from his tormentor but was unable to even try in his weakened state. An hour ago he was sound asleep in this very bed; now, assaulted, raped, and possibly crippled. She held him while her granite hard thighs pounded his ribs, and her hips rocked his pelvis as she rode him like a wild woman.

Her back was arched with her head thrown back as she picked up the pace. She began to moan and shudder as she approached ecstasy. Jon was dark red in the face, struggling for air as his chest was being crushed by her legs. She suddenly locked her legs in a tight coiled position around his middle stopping his lungs short. Her vagina also squeezed tight around his cock to the point of pain. He suffocated while she orgasmed sending spasms though both of them.

He was out. She was still mounted on her victim catching her breath. After a minute she unwound herself and unmounted. He lay wrecked and unconscious on his bed. She went to the hallway and retrieved a small towel from her pack and wiped her sweat and re-did her ponytail. He was starting to stir when she came back. She laid face down on the bed perpendicular to him and opened her laptop. As she did this, without looking, as if her legs had a mind of their own, she scooped his half concious body up and secured him high in her thighs in a sideways facing, reverse figure 4 bodyscissor.

On the far side of the bed, she was securing an anonymous line in preparation for an account transfer. On Jon's side, he was waking up and finding himself again ensnared in the lithe instruments of pain that threatened to break his ribs only moments ago. Now wound so tightly around his burning ribcage, he knew even if he could control his arms, he could never force his way out. She was slowly squeezing, flexing, and pulsing her long legs around him as she accessed Jon's account.

When she was ready, she unlaced him again and threw him down on the bed face first. She crawled up his back and straddled the back of his neck and wrapped him up in a headscissor. Her feet were crossed underneath him as he began to bemoan the only part of him that wasn't sore yet.

"This is where you come in, Jon" as she began to pulse her thighs on his neck. "You're going to enter your password and then CHOOSE to transfer the funds I have arranged. Do you understand?"

Through the fog and the pain, Jon's eyes scanned the screen. $200,000 of his $436,403 was set to transfer out of his savings account. Not even half, a steal, he thought to be rid of this woman. With great effort, he forced his hand to crawl like Thing from the Addams Family to the keyboard. He entered his password, and clicked the "Transfer Funds" button. Tina threw her head back and squeezed with full power on his neck causing him to scream and pass out.

When he awoke, his face was wedged into her muff and ass in a reverse headscissor. The laptop was gone, and they were both still naked. She felt him stir, and shifted her legs into a reverse figure 4 position around his neck and pulled him in tight. He felt his dick get sucked into her warm mouth and swallowed as she deep-throated it. His head and neck were being crushed on all sides, his cock was being worked like never before and soon the room was spinning and he was teetering on the edge of consciousness. She was a pro at both acts and kept him from passing out by reducing the pressure and giving him air when he needed it while sucking him off like a porn star.

It was only a matter of minutes before he exploded down her throat with great force. She swallowed every bit of it without missing a stroke. At the end she sucked as hard as she could and bore down on the scissors and he blacked out again.

When he awoke, he had a massive headache and was seeing double. His neck was hot and stiff now in addition to his other injuries. She sat cross-legged on the bed next to him. She was clothed again in her black hoodie and backpack.

"Jonathan, I had a lot of fun tonight, but it's time for me to go." He could only try to focus on her though bloodshot eyes. He had neither the strength nor the will to say anything. "You're phone is downstairs on the kitchen table. I don't expect you to be able to crawl to it any time soon giving me plenty of time to get away from here. When you do, I expect you to give the police a very wrong description of me. Believe it or not, I took it easy on you, if I feel ANY heat on this, I will come back. If I have to come back, I will break things Jon. If you're lucky, you will spend the rest of your life in a wheel chair. Your money is protected by FDIC, and with some hassle, your money will be refunded. I will be watching you Jon, do the right things, and this will just be a dark day on the rest of your fortunate life. I put a bottle of water on your night stand. Have a nice life."

With that, she hopped off the bed and put her hood on, and left. Jon lay there, wondering how long it would be before he even wanted to try moving.

Back in her car, Tina flipped open her laptop and checked her e-mail. She confirmed the funds transfer and smiled. She hit the road and headed for the highway on-ramp two blocks away, another successful nights work complete.
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Wow! You are 2 for 2 in writing great stories. Leg Day and this one are two of my favorites I've read in a while. Keep up the excellent work!
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Wow! You are 2 for 2 in writing great stories. Leg Day and this one are two of my favorites I've read in a while. Keep up the excellent work!
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