Breach
by Mecca
Karen hadn’t even started crying yet as she stumbled, naked as the day she was born, into the living room with a shotgun in her face. She was still in shock. The men had simply appeared in her bathroom, without warning, when she was home alone, then pulled her out of the shower. Nothing quite prepares you for that.
“Don’t say a word,” her assailant told her. “Although it wouldn’t matter. The house is way too big and the neighbors are way too far. No one would hear you.”
Karen obeyed. By the time she had gathered her wits, she was much too concerned with being shot in the face to scream. And, now, realizing they might do something worse than kill her, she became too scared to scream.
“Stop resisting,” the man gripping her wrist growled. “Come HERE.” He dragged her to the middle of the room while she guarded her vulva from their eyes with her free hand. Slowly, her fears of what they’d do to a beautiful young woman like her reached a dizzying height and her eyes finally began to well up with tears. Her stomach also hurt.
“Al, you got the ties?” He was talking to his partner, who fished in his bag. “Simon, the safe’s upstairs, what are you still standing there for?” The third man went upstairs. Al handed the man some plastic ties and headed to the kitchen. The man turned to her. “Hi, I’m Teddy. And we’re robbing your husband.”
Karen felt a bit of relief that they weren’t going to rape her. At least that wasn’t the intent of the visit. She still didn’t know what they were going to do with her. And she had seen their faces. That was never good. Tears began to roll down her round cheeks.
“Don’t worry, dollface,” Teddy smiled. “I don’t know if you realize this, but he’s quite rich. He’ll be fine. Now get on the table.” He tossed her onto the coffee table. Wet and disoriented, she hit her chin and slid onto the floor. “I said, ‘Don’t move’.” Teddy said, picking her up and tying her wrists to the legs of the short wooden table.
Of course she knew he was rich. She never said that’s what attracted her to her older husband, but the truth was that his ability to give her the finer things in life had definitely helped catch her attention. She also thought that his money would protect her from situations like this.
“Security’s going to be here any minute,” she began angrily.
“They’ve been dispatched,” Teddy told her with a ragged smile.
“They have to check in every 20 minutes,” Karen told him.
“Already handled.”
“And there are cameras all over this place.”
“Doesn’t matter, we’re playing the empty house on a loop for the live feed.”
Karen squared her jaw, staring the man down. “Well, my husband will be home any minute!”
“Oh, sweetheart,” Teddy cooed, shaking his head, his brown scraggly hair flopping with each movement. “He’s still at work.” Teddy finished securing Karen to the table. Then he pulled out his phone and showed it to the prostrate Karen. Her chin hovered just over one edge of the table. On the phone, there was video of a man’s back hunched over a desk, typing away on a laptop. It was unmistakably Gene, her husband. “Hard at work on a Saturday. That’s probably how he got so rich.” He put the phone away.
“You think you’re so smart,” she said. “I’m betting you didn’t know he just upgraded to a custom-made safe last month. Try breaking through 3 inches of-”
“Of reinforced steel? Built into the foundation of the home?
“Oh yes. I know that your husband got a custom Von Strauss, based off of their Millennium series. Laser tripwires, a biometric lock, with sensors that detect shaking, noise, light, as well as changes in barometer and even humidity. All of the sensors are constantly streaming to the manufacturer through two cell modems, and an alert is triggered if that data stops streaming. All that data is constantly being checked by an anti-tamper machine learning algorithm. All accesses are logged, on-site and remotely, and confirmed with your husband over video chat. It also will be inspected each month, starting Monday.
“Yeah, I think we’ll be fine, Karen.” He laughed.
They had thought of everything. They could get away with anything. And she was still stark naked, bound to her own furniture. God, how her stomach hurt! Why was she still naked and why was Teddy here instead of helping crack the safe? She was afraid to ask, but she had to know. The man seemed to have no spilling every detail of their plan.
“So... what’s your plan with me?” she mumbled.
“You? Oh, no, we’re not going to hurt you! I simply babysit you and make sure you don’t trip any alarms, make any calls, or otherwise impede our progress. The only reason you’re awake is in case we have to ask you questions about your husband to crack the safe.”
She felt a bit relieved that she wasn’t going to be raped or killed, though she still felt increasing humiliation at being nude in front of this man. At least he couldn’t see her breasts anymore, which were pressing into the surface of her mahogany table. He also couldn’t see her pussy unless he walked behind her. But her nude backside was on display in the clear daylight that filtered through the expansive living room windows.
“Then can you at least get me some clothes?”
Teddy scanned her nearly-dry body head-to-toe, bound wrists to bound ankles. Savoring this moment silently, a thin smile crept across his face. He sank into the chez lounge, relaxing. “Nah.”
Karen was objectively beautiful. She was tall with a toned, thin body; long modelesque legs; a flat tummy; plump, pert breasts; and a fat—but not obese—bottom that captured many a man’s eye. She had naturally curly mane of brown hair that, under the current wet conditions, now looked almost straight. Her skin was the freckled, light brown pigment of a gorgeous half-black girl. Her dark, beautiful eyes were fixated on Teddy, who seemed a lot more creepy all of a sudden. Her thick, ripe lips curled into a frown.
“Can’t cover up a piece of art like that. That should be a crime.”
She felt the fear of rape again. Or maybe not rape, but some sort of assault. This man was creepy, and she didn’t know what he would do, despite his promises not to hurt her. She felt a slight bit of panic, like her assault was inevitable. Her stomach hurt more.
She realized what it was. It was her nerves. It was happening again. Well, at least she knew he wouldn’t want to fuck her anymore after her next words.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” she said.
Teddy laughed. “Right.”
“Seriously!”
Teddy raised his eyebrows. “Well, whether you do or whether this is a trick, we’ll just be here for an hour or so. Naw, you’ll be alright.”
Her guts churned. All this excitement had triggered her anxiety, which made her stomach hurt, which made her have to go.
“No, you don’t understand. I have IBS. I have to go. Now.” Teddy said nothing, only played with his phone. “Please.” Teddy put down his phone and stared at her. “PLEASE.”
Teddy squared his jaw and looked up as he thought for a moment. He pulled his nose and sighed. “I guess, if you gotta go, go ahead. There’s no way you’re moving from that spot.”
Karen felt nauseated. Her stomach hurt pretty bad now and her guts felt heavy. It was a matter of time, and she was going to be damned if she was going to spill her guts on this table.
“You’re really going to make me shit on my own living room table?” she said, exasperated. It was a big table and her chin was near one edge. Her pussy was 6 inches from the other edge, so if she spilled her bowels, the contents would get on the surface of the table. She could shift around and crawl her butt to hang off the table, it really didn’t seem much better to shit on the floor.
Teddy laughed at her frank words. “Baby, I’m not going to make you do anything, except sit tight for another hour.”
Karen’s stomach made an audible growl. She knew Teddy had to hear it, but it didn’t seem like it would convince him of anything. He was gross and detestable. But he was still human and maybe could be reasoned with.
“Please, sir-”
Just then Al came in the room. He saw Karen grimacing in pain. “What’s up with her?” Al asked.
“Nothing. Tummy ache. What’s up?”
“Looks like he’s leaving early.”
Teddy checked his phone and stroked his stubbly beard. “Wait til he gets in the elevator and tell David to cut the lines. He might get suspicious that something is up, but it will delay him for a while.” Al nodded and left again.
“Please, sir!” Karen shouted. She felt sweat beading her forehead. She felt hot and sick. Her mouth was dry.
“If you get too loud, I’m going to have to knock you out, and then you’re definitely gonna shit.”
Karen gritted her teeth. She was furious at these men, but mostly, she felt a deep humiliation. She was weak and let herself be tied up in this situation. She didn’t protest until she was tied up, now she was naked, being ogled, about to shit in front of a strange man, and it was her fault. Not that much time had passed. It hadn’t even been an hour. Even kids and the elderly could hold it for an hour. Her stomach was always ruining trips, but this was a brand new humiliation to top all the previous ones.
“I can’t hold it,” Karen whispered. “I can’t hold it.” Teddy said nothing, only looked at his phone, and around the room. “Just let me go to the bathroom for five minutes!” she yelled. “You can watch, I won’t try to escape.” Teddy made no sign that he understood her offer let alone was contemplating it. It almost seemed… like he was enjoying her torment. “Fuck you,” she growled.
Karen couldn’t see it and Teddy, who was sitting by her head, couldn’t see it, but her asshole was starting to stretch and blossom. Karen twisted her legs to get leverage, but couldn’t move enough. If she could just hold out another 40 minutes or so…
The pain was severe. And her legs were spread wide on the table, which didn’t make things easier. Karen grunted and shifted and gasped, but nothing seemed to help. To alleviate some of the pressure, she relaxed her asshole for just a moment. Her butthole opened up to a decent gape and let the domed half-inch of brown turd poke out. Her hole closed back up, but not enough to sever the head of the turd that was sticking out of her backside. It was happening.
Just that small release felt nice. Karen was still nauseated, but her stomach felt a tinge better. She wanted to still hold out, and just lie there with a morsel of shit poking out of her perfect ass. But she had clearly lost the fight. Karen’s eyes were downcast but she knew that if Teddy was looking at her then he had already seen her start to shit herself. She knew what she had to do. “Fuck you,” she mumbled again, two big tears dripping down her cheeks and onto the floor.
Karen released. Her own “safe” was now cracked wide open. The brown balloon knot of her wrinkled asshole stretched outwards to become a short smooth hose as the small turtle head of a stool quickly turned into a thick cracked rope of feces. With a quiet crackling noise, her smooth shit curled onto the polished wood faster and faster until almost two feet of shit the thickness of a small cucumber lay in a perfect crescent. It happened in less than one second. Karen immediately followed it up by bleating a loud, wet fart. Her sickness and anxiety got the better of her and she emptied her other end, vomiting onto the floor a chunky multicolored fluid that had once been yogurt with granola and fruit.
God was not done with her yet. Another wet fart followed, and Karen could feel it as she sprayed droplets of liquid shit on her spread legs. “Godddd,” she mumbled before a second helping of bile pumped out of her mouth. Simultaneously, a shorter turd slithered out of her sphincter and onto the table. Chunky diarrhea then arced out of her asshole, covering on her relatively-dry initial turd with a paste of fermented shit.
Karen felt a sharp pang in her stomach as if she hadn’t released anything at all. She was dazed, staring at her vomit on the floor, her chin resting on the edge of the table. “No…,” she said. She grunted and her body shuddered as another wave hit.
The next bit was mostly liquid. It sprayed out of her ass like a child’s water gun. The initial pressure was significant enough to push the large solid turd a centimeter away from her. Liquid and pebbles of shit sprayed out of her butt for a few more seconds, followed by a gurgling fart that bubbled the liquid shit on her anus.
There was a brief pause, then a few ounces of liquid poop dribbled out of her asshole, almost dripping into her pussy. Then… nothing. That was it. It was over. She pissed on the table because there was no sense in holding back now.
Karen was more humiliated than she thought any person could ever be. She literally lost her shit after just a few minutes of being tied up, and did so in front of a man. In broad daylight. And not just a small shit, but a cacophonous symphony of gassy diarrhea that stunk so bad she could barely stand it herself. Although the top half of her was still clean, her bottom half was wet with her own poop and she felt certain that some had dripped into her pussy. Karen felt horribly disgusting and closed her eyes tight to avoid seeing anyone. She wished she would pass out. The worst part was, according to Teddy, she would have to lie there in her mess for the better part of an hour while the robbers continued their work. But at least she felt a lot better.
The next sound she heard was Teddy chuckling. Teddy continued laughing until he descended into a fit of loud giggling and claps. Karen opened her eyes and stared in disbelief. The man in front of her was still laughing and wiping away tears.
Karen furrowed her brows in anger, shooting white hot daggers with her eyes at her captor. She looked downward when she realized she was mostly angry at herself. Her cheeks grew hot with embarrassment.
Teddy’s laughter subsided. “Huh, you weren’t kidding,” was all he said, holding his nose for the moment. He went back to his cell phone, still chuckling slightly.
Karen stank. The whole room stank. She felt disgusting. The only way she could console herself was focusing on the fact that they’d be gone soon. However, her security or police might find her next, subjecting her to a new audience and further extending her humiliation. She supposed her husband Gene might find her first, which would still be embarrassing. Some things should be kept secret, even from your husband. Especially from your husband. This would be something he couldn’t unsee. Fuck, she was going to ruin her marriage.
The beautiful Karen sulked silently in her mess as the heist continued. After nearly an hour, it happened. There was a crash of glass and men in black suits armed with machine guns infiltrated the house. The robbers went into a panic, running all over the house. They were eventually corralled into the living room.
“Fuck,” said Teddy, as he and his comrades were backed up towards the table, their hands in the air. “How?”
“Are you alright, Mrs. Havemeyer?” yelled one of the security guards. Karen nodded weakly.
Of course, it had to be the living room, she thought.
“Teddy, you dumb fuck,” said the unmistakable voice of her husband. Gene walked into the room with a swagger only he possessed. “I can’t believe you successfully cracked my safe. Almost got away with it, too. But then you got too greedy.”
Al suddenly turned to Teddy. “You tried to cut me out, asshole?” said Al. “After everything we’ve been through? We was
brothers, man!” Al turned to Gene. “He’s your problem now.” The security guards let Al walk out of the room.
“Get these two outta here,” said Gene. Gene stepped forward and looked at his wife. He caught Karen’s eye as she finally looked up. She winced with humiliation and felt an immediate desire to sink into the floor. Not only had the robbers seen her in this state of nudity and process of defecation, which felt like a rape... Not only had the robbers seen her like that, but her husband’s private security and her darling husband himself had also seen her revolting state. She wouldn’t blame Gene if he never found her attractive again. She paid no attention to the drama that ensued, feeling lost.
“And get my wife a blanket!” yelled Gene.
*** 2 MONTHS LATER ***
Gene Havemeyer sat on the sofa with his wife, sipping a flute of champagne.
“Well, that was a wonderful evening,” he said, setting his glass down on the new coffee table. Karen had made him sell the old table. “Made more wonderful by your company.” Gene smiled at his lovely wife and they kissed. He scanned her up and down. She blushed. “My God, I’m so lucky.”
“Yes, you are,” she teased, kissing him again. He always knew what to say to make her feel like the only woman in the world. His hands slid over the smooth silk covering her body. Her body reacted positively. The champagne and memory of the night’s events, made her feel like she was falling into some delicious reverie. The memory of the horrible robbery was long gone from her head. At least, the bad parts were.
A deep hunger arouse in Karen as she looked at her husband with greedy eyes. She felt the need to pounce on him, to please him endlessly, and to take him into her body. These needs would be met tonight, but before they could proceed, her body had a more important need that would eventually lead to the others. She pushed Gene’s hands down.
Karen mounted the sturdy coffee table, careful not to slip in her heels. She pulled her dress up to her waist and got down on her hands and knees. Her fleshy round backside was revealed. She hadn’t been wearing panties tonight.
Gene smiled, reached in his trousers and pulled out his large, flaccid cock. He stroked it slowly, adjusting his seat so he could clearly see the rosebud between his wife’s ass cheeks. Something had awoken in Gene when he saw her that day. A kink he hadn’t thought much about since he had married Karen.
Karen was no longer embarrassed. A few months ago she was humiliated to be seen by her husband in such a state: forced, scared, crippled. Broken. This was different. She was consenting to show her husband her secrets, and he was willing—no—
desperate to see them. This was an intimate act shared only between the two of them, and she was in control. She looked back to make sure his eyes were on her ass.
Gene nodded. His cock began swelling with blood as Karen’s asshole opened up to reveal an enormous turd. She pushed out a long log, grunted, then dropped a few more gorgeous logs of shit onto the table.
Karen looked at his cock. It was now fully engorged and his pants were hanging off of one ankle. He stood.
“I’m not done!” she laughed, piss pouring from her cunt. Gene pulled on her legs, trying to get her to stand on the floor. “I still have a little left, I think...” She slid her legs off of the table, still pissing, her shins touching a little bit of her poo. She stood, bent over, her hands still palm down on the table.
“I don’t care,” said Gene, pushing his hard dick into her pooper. She moaned and grunted as she struggled to handle the course reversal occurring in her bowels. But since her anal sphincter had been pre-stretched and pre-lubed by her own turds, she found this task manageable. As she grew accustomed to the feeling, discomfort turned to pure bliss. She was going to ride her husband’s dick as long as it took to get that delicious cum up her shitty ass.
“Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass!” muttered Karen.
Karen loved her husband.