Take Over - Day 01

Thank you to OldBroad76 for editing this for me.

Warning

This is one of the darker stories I have written, involving heavy non con and drug use. If either of these are a trigger for you I would recommend not continuing.

I

Alex sat at the dinner table in Walt and Amy Taylor's house. All he had on was a pair of boxers. In one hand he held a half smoked joint, and the other held another glass of scotch.

Alex had gotten a lot of supplies for his time at the Taylor's house. He had two big bags filled with items, all of which he planned on using. Sure, due to this he owed money to some of the wrong people, but that was a problem for another day.

As he smoked, Amy appeared from the kitchen, wearing absolutely nothing but carrying a plate of food in her hands.

"What's that smell?" Amy asked as she put a plate of scrambled egg on toast down in front of Alex. "Is that weed? You can't smoke that in here!"

"I can do whatever the fuck I want." Alex laughed out and spanked her firm ass hard.

She gave him a complete look of disgust, but Alex just stared at her body. Thin and smooth all over but with surprisingly big tits and a round ass, she also had long blonde hair which Alex loved.

"Here, get me a top up." Alex said and held up his half empty glass.

Amy grabbed it with a huff and walked over to the liquor cabinet.

"Pour yourself one." He told her.

"It's 10am." Amy sighed from the other side of the dining room.

"You really are not a quick learner are you." Alex grunted and stood up.

As soon as he rose to his feet Amy turned around with fear over her face.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her hand trembling so much the scotch spilled from the glass.

"You'll see." Alex said and marched out of the room.

"No! Stop!" She shouted and ran after him.

When she tried to grab his shoulder, he shoved her off with ease.

"Don't hurt him! Please!" Amy begged.

"You need to learn." Alex warned and pushed open the home office door.

There sat Walt, Amy's 50 -something year old, rich husband.

He was zip tied to his office chair, a ball gag stuck in his mouth. A bit of blood trickled down his face from where Alex punched him a few times. Alex knew that his arms and legs must've hurt as well from where he hit the old guy with a golf club, but with clothes covering them up, you couldn't see anything.

As soon as Walt saw Alex, his eyes shot wide open.

"Looks like your wife still needs to learn a thing or two." Alex said and walked in.

"Mmmmmm!" Walt shouted into his gag.

Alex clenched his fists and marched over to the helpless husband.

"Stop! Please!" Amy shouted, "I'll do anything!!!"

Alex stopped in his tracks, and a smile, slowly emerged on his face as he turned to look at the crying housewife.

"Anything?" He asked.

"Yes, just please don't hurt him." She pleaded.

"Okay," Alex said and turned fully around, "Suck my dick."

"What?!" Amy shouted.

"Fine then." Alex replied, and in an instant, he turned around and crashed his fist against Walt's face.

"No! Stop! I'll do it!" She shouted.

"Mmmhh!" Walt pleaded and shook his head.

"You're going to suck my dick willingly?" Alex asked her.

"I wouldn't say it's willingly." Amy scoffed.

Stupid slut.

Alex turned and punched Walt, this time in his stomach which made him cough around the gag.

"I'm sorry! I'll do it!" Amy begged.

"Okay then." Alex said as he moved his hands to his boxers.

This brought some surprise to Amy's face.

"Please not here?" She whispered.

Alex loved the idea of having the old man watch his wife choke on Alex's cock, but he wanted to wait until she was a dirty little whore for him.

"Okay," Alex said and walked over to her, "but if there's any teeth, or anything I don't like, your husband here won't last much longer."

Amy whimpered when he said that and nodded her head.

"Let's go." Alex said and grabbed her wrist, dragging her out of the office.

He took them back to the dining room where he sat down in front of the breakfast Amy had made.

"Get on your knees, under the table." He told her.

Picking up his joint, he took another smoke as she did as she was told.

When she reached between his legs, he looked down. Amy was just staring at the floor, a few tears falling down her face.

"Now take it out. It's not like you haven't seen it before." Alex told her.

Amy's trembling hands reached up and grabbed his boxers. Alex sat up a little so she could pull them down to his ankles. Just like always, her eyes opened wide when she saw the sheer size of his cock.

She was still crying and shaking.

"Here, this will calm you down." He said and handed the joint over to her direction.

"I... I don't do drugs." Amy whimpered.

"It wasn't a request." Alex threatened.

Just like with going for his boxers, Amy's hands shook as she reached for the joint. He watched as the middle-class woman brought the joint to her lips and took a miniscule inhale and started into a massive coughing fit.

She wasn't joking, she really hasn't done drugs before. This will be fun.

Amy coughed and went to hand it back to him.

"Not nearly enough. Take another, longer one, and hold it in your lungs." Alex told her.

He saw she was ready to spit back a reply, but this time she managed to hold it in. She was learning.

Amy brought it back to her mouth and inhaled harder, this time holding it in her lungs before coughing again and again.

"Do another." He told her.

Amy pleaded with her eyes, but in the end, she did it.

Taking another big inhale, she held it in for 5 seconds before coughing, but less than last time.

"One more." Alex told her.

He knew it was strong weed, and for someone that had never done it before, it hit her like a ton of bricks, but that just made things even more fun for him.

But like a good girl, Amy inhaled and held it in again, this time barely coughing.

Finally, Alex took it back from the wife and started smoking it himself.

"Right, carry on." He said.

Amy's eyes had already gone bloodshot, although that could be from the crying, but her face looked a little hazy.

But Alex knew the weed must've helped slightly because when she reached for his cock, her hands weren't nearly trembling as much as before.

Her small, thin fingers wrapped around his thick, hard shaft, not even touching on the other side.

"There we go," Alex whispered, "just think how I made you squirt so hard before."

"That wasn't...." Amy barked out but then caught herself, "sorry."

Amy had thick, soft, delicate lips which Alex had been looking forward to feeling around his cock for a while.

When she leaned forward, he let out his own loud gasp as her warm mouth wrapped around his dick.

"Oooh yeah, that's the stuff." He moaned.

Amy held the head in her mouth, using her right hand to stroke his shaft. Her tongue wasn't touching his cock, and Alex knew her game.

"Get those lips going up and down, whore." He barked at her.

She didn't look up. Her eyes were locked closed, but she slowly did as she was told.

Her lips started moving further down his big, hard cock. Her soft, delicious lips. Alex couldn't help but smile as he watched this stunning woman do as she was told.

Amy only got a couple of inches down before she brought her lips back up and carried on like that for a minute or two.

"Start using that tongue, you stupid slut." Alex barked.

She gave out a little whimper but didn't complain.

Then he felt it. Her soft, wet tongue pressed against his fat head and ran around the bulb shape.

"Oooh yeah, that's it." Alex moaned and took another hit from his spliff.

Amy's tongue was only moving slowly. Alex knew she was still fighting and terrified, I mean, why wouldn't she? But he had a plan, a hopeful one but still a plan... He was going to break her.

Her tongue started to swirl around his head a little more frequently as she moved her lips up and down. She obviously knew how to give a blowjob. She just didn't want to this time.

Alex just sat back and enjoyed it for a few minutes. Her going this slow was never going to make him cum, but the feel of it was good enough to leave her be for a little while.

After a short while, he grew bored and grabbed her soft, blonde hair and pulled her head back. He instantly saw the fear in her eyes.

"What did I do wrong?" She asked in panic.

Alex moved the joint to her lips.

"Have another hit." He told her.

By the slight glazed look in her eyes, it was obvious she was already pretty stoned, but Alex wanted to keep pushing her.

Without fighting back, Amy did as she was told and took a drag from the joint, once again coughing as she inhaled.

"Now then, let's break in that throat of yours." Alex told her.

Still gripping her hair, Alex pushed her perfect mouth back down onto his cock and delved deeper than before.

He barely got halfway down when she gagged and coughed, her lips flickering around his cock, but Alex didn't release her hair.

"Gggllgggg!" She gagged.

"Take it. A whore like you should know how." Alex grunted.

He pushed her another inch down, and she coughed around his cock again. This time, spit flew past her lips.

The bottom of her tongue was firmly lodged against the underside of Alex's cock as he kept pushing and pushing.

"Gllllllggggg!" Amy gagged and coughed constantly.

Another few inches disappeared, and her throat gripped around his cock.

I bet that old bastard has never been this deep before, Alex laughed to himself.

"Glllg...ggggllllg!" Amy gagged and more spit blew out of her tight lips.

Just another inch or two!

Amy started really trying to pull back, her fingers and fingernails dug into Alex's thighs, trying to push away. But the slight pain from that just turned him on and encouraged him more.

Gripping her hair one last time, Alex pushed down and finally her nose rested against his body.

"Yeeeess!" Alex grunted as his entire, unnaturally large cock was fully lodged down her throat.

"GLLLLLLGGGGGG!!" She gagged, a noise that filled the room.

"That's it, hoe! I've officially broken your throat in!" Alex moaned.

Amy started to slap against his thighs manically, and her body started to shake. Alex knew she was losing air and probably panicking, but he kept hold of her a few seconds longer.

Until... he gripped her hair and yanked her back.

"Gaaaahhh!" Amy heaved for air, a gallon of thick spit poured down her chin as she gasped, her chest heaving up and down.

Alex's own cock was completely covered in thick, wet spit.

Amy's bloodshot eyes were wide open, and tears streamed down them as she tried to breathe deeper and deeper.

"Not bad." Alex laughed.

And just like that, he shoved her mouth back down onto his cock! Her eyes nearly bulged out of her skull as he shoved his entire cock back down her throat, but this time it was easier.

Alex didn't hold her down this time. No. He harshly pulled her head up and down. Without moving himself, he still fucked her throat.

"Gllg...glllgg...glllgg...glllgg!" Amy gagged and coughed over and over as his cock disappeared down her throat time and time again.

When he pulled her back up, even more stringy spit poured down the slut's chin, and she gasped for air.

With his free hand, Alex wiped her sticky chin and rubbed her spit all around her pretty little face.

"Now you look like a real whore." Alex mocked as she gasped for air.

SLAP!

Alex struck his hand across her face, which was met with a wet, slapping sound from the massive amount of spit. Well, a mixture of spit and tears.

And just like that, he went back to forcing her mouth up and down the entire length of his shaft.

Amy never stopped gagging and coughing for as long as this went on. Spit flew around her, and in the end, her entire face was dripping with her spit.

"I'm about to cum, slut," Alex warned as he kept fucking her face. "You best swallow it all down."

"Glllg.. Gllg... Glllugg!" Amy gagged, unable to reply.

"That's it, here it fuuuckiing cuuumm!!" Alex grunted, and his cock erupted down her tight, little throat.

Shot after shot of thick, creamy cum fired out of his thick cock. He never stopped forcing her mouth up and down, which meant some cum shot straight down her throat while the rest filled her mouth.

Amy gagged again as he kept cumming a gallon amount of his seed.

"Fuuckk yeaahh!" Alex moaned as his orgasm slowly died down.

Pulling her head back when he finished, she looked weak. Her mouth hung open with spit and cum leaking out of it, and her eyes remained shut.

"Now that is a pretty picture," Alex laughed. "What do you say?"

Amy's eyes weakly opened, bloodshot and watery as she looked at him, still trying to catch her breath.

It was obvious she didn't understand his question at first until he gave her a glaring look.

"Thank you...." She whispered out.

"Good girl," Alex replied and let go of her hair. "Here, wash it down with this." He told her and held out his glass of scotch.

Amy didn't fight it. She actually seemed grateful for the drink and took a sip.

"No, finish it." He told her.

The scotch was strong, and it was a large glass, but Alex loved watching her sputter and cough as she downed the entire thing.

By the time she was done, her eyes really had hazed over. She was very fucking stoned, and the alcohol was soon going to hit her even harder.

"Come on, stand up." Alex said and slid his chair back.

He watched the naked, stunning woman stumble to her feet. When she finally got up, she lost her footing and grabbed the table for support.

"I... I don't feel right." She slurred.

"Yeah, sounds about right." Alex laughed.

He started to eat the food that Amy had made for him as she stood still, occasionally swaying from side to side.

"Here, go give your husband something to eat. Put the gag back in his mouth when you're done. Any funny business and you both suffer." Alex eventually said and he pushed the leftovers of his food across the table.

II

Amy's head was spinning, and she was massively struggling to walk and not spill the food in her hands.

Her mouth felt soaked and sticky, spit and cum still leaked down her chin and onto her tits that bounced as she walked.

I feel funny, she thought. Her head was light, but her body was heavy. Strangely though, she didn't feel nearly as afraid as she did before.

Her lungs hurt though from the smoking. She hadn't even had a cigarette in years, never mind drugs! That was one thing she always prided herself on, never having done drugs. But to be fair, it wasn't exactly her choice.

She eventually made it to the office room where Walt was being held. She actually stumbled against the wall multiple times as she walked there.

Opening the door, Amy saw instant fear in Walt's eyes.

"It's only me." Amy said, but really she slurred it out.

He looked confused, probably at the state of me.

"It's food, for you." She slurred out and walked over to him.

"Hhmm." He groaned.

There were red marks on his face where this man had hit him, but Amy really struggled to feel her emotions.

Putting the plate on the floor she reached behind her husband's head and undid the gag.

"Ahh, Amy, what's going on?" Walt asked.

"Shh, I'm just here to feed you, I can't be too long." Amy told him and reached for the plate.

"What has he done to you?" Walt asked. "What's that smell? Is that weed?!"

"Walt, please," Amy sighed. "We just have to get through this. Hopefully he will be bored soon and leave."

"Untie me, and together we can overpower him!" Walt urged.

"Be quiet!" Amy hushed him. "If he heard that, who knows what he would do."

"Well do it quietly, and we can get out." Walt whispered this time.

"Walt, your legs and arms must be hurting, and he's a lot bigger than me," Amy argued. "And if we don't overpower him, then what, he kills us?"

"Are you... are you drunk?" Walt asked.

"He... he made me drink your scotch." Amy admitted.

She knew she should feel ashamed, especially since her face was still coated in spit, but she just couldn't feel it.

"Come on, I don't know when he will let me feed you again." Amy whispered.

Walt begrudgingly agreed with that, allowing Amy to feed him with her fingers. There wasn't much food, but it should be enough to keep him going.

"How are you? After what's he done?" Amy asked.

"My legs and arms and face hurt," Walt sighed, "but I don't think it's any serious damage."

"Good." Amy replied and fed him some more.

"What's that... on your face?" Walt asked between bites.

"Walt," Amy sighed, some of her emotion coming back to her, "you don't want to know. You just focus on yourself."

"How can I do that when you're out there with him!" Walt shot back.

"I think that's enough time." Suddenly their captor's voice appeared.

Both Amy and Walt jolted and turned to see this giant man standing at the doorway.

"Put his gag back on." The man ordered.

Neither of the married couple said a word as Amy put the gag back into Walt's mouth and tied it behind his head.

"Come on with me babe." The man said.

Amy hung her head. Her eyes felt heavy, and she nearly stumbled over when she took a step.

"Careful," The man laughed, "party has only just begun. See you soon, Walt."

Amy walked past the man, and he closed the door. She couldn't bear to turn around and see her husband in that position again.

"Go make us both a drink and meet me in your main living room. Bring the bottle with you." He told her.

Amy didn't reply, she just did as she was told.

A short while later she went into the living room and saw him seated, comfortably relaxing on their long sofa.

His body... how do you even get muscles like that? Amy thought and then scolded herself for it.

"Here." She slurred out and handed him a full glass of scotch.

"Thanks, hun," He said with a smile, showing his perfect, white teeth, "drink all of yours."

Amy looked at him stunned.

"Please, I've already had so much... and the weed." She sighed, her head still not right.

"Oh, there's a lot more you're going to be doing now that I'm here." He laughed out.

Does he want me passed out or something? Amy thought, but she knew there was no point in arguing.

Bringing the glass to her lips, just the smell of the scotch had her heaving in her mouth. With a deep breath, Amy gulped it down. Scotch was never a drink she liked.

"Pour yourself another and sit down." He ordered.

Amy did just that and sat down. Hitting the sofa her head nearly flopped back, and her eyes felt even heavier.

"So tell me, Amy, what is a young thing like you doing with that old fart?" The man asked. "For his money?"

"No!" Amy shot back, even in her stoned and drunk state she hated that question.

"Touch a nerve, did I?" He laughed and sipped his drink.

Amy hated that this monster, this pig that had taken them both hostage, had to have the most perfect body.

"Everyone always thinks that, but I don't care about the money." Amy told him.

"Oh please," He scoffed back. "A woman like you, you would never go for a poor guy."

"Why? Because I wouldn't date some rapist, pig like you?" She shot back.

She was too stoned and drunk to fear repercussions from what she said, but luckily he just laughed.

"So, you would date a poor man?" He asked.

"I don't care about money," She said again. "Being poor wouldn't stop me dating you, but the fact that you're a sick fuck would stop me from dating you."

"Well, I am far from poor," He replied and sipped his drink. "Well, I was anyway."

What? If he's not poor then why is he here? Why does he dress like a thug?