EXTRACT FOR
Redheads
(Elaine Shuel)

The doorbell rang as Peter leaned in for a kiss.  Our big night was about to begin.



"Get the door, Peter," I said eagerly.  "I can't wait to play."



"I will," Peter replied.



Peter walked over to the door and opened it.  He was rudely shoved to the side.  A muscular dark-skinned man pushed his

way into the apartment.  Two others followed.  I started to run but someone grabbed my wrists and cuffed them.  They did

the same to Peter, tying him up to a chair.



I started to scream to pretend to be scared, when a man that towered over my 5'5 frame, covered my mouth with some duct

tape.  Peter was similarly muzzled.



I began to shake as a victim would, when the one they called Phil laughed:



"We'll soon give you something to shake about, bitch."



They threw me roughly onto our love seat.  Phil split open my robe and started biting hard on my nipples.  



 "Gary, make sure he could see his whore being taken," Phil ordered one of the other intruders.  Gary lifted Peter with

his chair as if both were light as a feather. He positioned it for a perfect view of the love seat.