Story: Eva's Experiment 2   
      
      
      
      
       Eva's heart stopped.  Her mind raced.  Who could it be?  She had locked   
   all the doors before starting her experiment.  The voice was definitely not   
   a familiar one.  She tried to speak, forgetting the ball gag in her mouth.   
   All that came out were unintelligible sounds.   
      
       "Relax, kid, relax," the voice spoke.  "We thought this house was going   
   to be empty.  Didn't think there'd be anyone home."   
      
       Eva stood still, feeling a nervous cold sweat form on her body.  A drop   
   trickled down her back.  He had to be a burglar.  Swallowing hard, she   
   tugged at the handcuffs around her wrists.  It was no use, of course.  The   
   chains and cuffs were far too sturdy to be broken.   
      
       She heard his footsteps as along the wood floor of the porch.  "This is   
   a nice place you live in here," he said.  "It's got a lot of nice stuff.   
   Very fancy."   
      
       The footsteps approached her, from behind.  The voice was right in her   
   ear again.   
      
       "We watched your folks drive away this morning.  We knew they were going   
   somewhere, but we didn't know they were going to leave their innocent   
   little girl behind."   
      
       Suddenly his hands were on her shoulders.  Eva flinched, but the hands   
   continued on, the palms caressing her back, moving down until each one   
   cupped her butt cheeks.  She squirmed futilely.  The hands squeezed her   
   butt.   
      
       "Or maybe not so innocent," the voice continued.  The hands began to   
   move on her body again.  "What's this on your breasts?  Decorations?  Are   
   you trying to be like early 90s Madonna or something?"   
      
       The hands moved to her preteen breasts.  She felt him pull the tassels   
   off.  The cool air felt nice against her chest.  She felt her nipples   
   involuntarily get hard.   
      
       "Pretty," the man said.  "Very pretty little chest you've got there,   
   little lady."   
      
       Eva recoiled again as she felt the stranger's fingers close on her firm   
   nipples.  She tried to protest through the ball gag as his fingers   
   playfully teased and twisted the pointed nubbins on her chest.  Despite her   
   fear, she felt a rush of excitement from the stranger touching her.  She   
   had often fantasized about tying herself up and then being found by a   
   stranger.  But that was only a fantasy.  Now it was really happening.   
      
       Suddenly, a different voice spoke, a higher pitched, more nasally voice.   
   "Hey man, what the hell is going on?"   
      
       "Ben," the first man responded, "this is our lucky day."   
      
       The other man, Ben, whistled.  "Whoa, Andy.  She was just tied up here   
   when you got in?   
      
       "Oh yeah, tied up and shivering and moaning.  I think she was having a   
   good time," Andy replied, his fingers still fondling Eva's chest.  "I think   
   we can help her have an even better time, you know?"   
      
       Eva felt a an ice ball of anxiety form in her stomach.  Truthfully, she   
   had been enjoying the fingers on her breasts.  She had never let anyone   
   touch her there before.  It made her feel warm inside.  But now there were   
   two burglars?  Any physical pleasure she felt was replaced by a growing   
   sense of apprehension.   
      
       The thirteen year old was so worried that barely heard the next words of   
   the burglars.  One of the men (Ben?) spoke.  "I'm going to take off her   
   panties, man."   
      
       Eva's head jerked up in alarm.  She tried to squirm again but the man   
   behind her held her tight.  She felt him close his arms around her and hold   
   her close, her bare back pressing against his clothed body.  She whined   
   again through the ball gag.   
      
       "Come on kid, relax," Andy whispered into her ear.  "You'll enjoy it.   
   We promise."   
      
       Helpless, Eva felt two hands slip inside the waistband of the leather   
   panties.  The hands tugged lightly and she felt the panties start to slip   
   off her.  The waistband of the panties slid easily over her flat hips.  She   
   felt the panties fall in a pile around her ankles.   
      
       The man in front of her, Ben, whistled again.  "Andy, you're not going   
   to believe this," he said.  "She's got a little toy attached to her clit."   
      
       "Yeah, I figured," Andy replied behind Eva, his hands moving to massage   
   her immature breasts again.  "I checked around upstairs before I found her.   
   In her parents' bedroom I found a big trunk full of toys and porn."   
      
       Eva blushed, remembering she had left the trunk wide open in the middle   
   of the room.   
      
       "She must be having a little fun while her parents are away," Ben   
   commented.  "Isn't that right, you little slut?  Have you been playing with   
   your mom's sex toys?"   
      
       Eva felt her blush deepen.  They had figured her out so easily.  She had   
   violated her parents' privacy and now she was paying the price.  Eva   
   inwardly wished to be swept away from this situation.  Please, please, God,   
   she prayed, just get me out of here.  But how?  Even if the police were   
   here, they would find her tied up and blindfolded, with vibrators inserted   
   inside her.  How would she explain that?  And then the story would get in   
   the paper.  All her friends would know...   
      
       Tears welled up beneath the blindfold.  The burglar's hands continued to   
   stroke her hard nipples but Eva was too distressed to feel them, let alone   
   get any pleasure from his touch.   
      
       "Let's see," the one in front of her said.  "Maybe I can get this clit   
   thing off her.  See what she looks like underneath it."   
      
       His hands tugged at the clit tickler.  Eva stood still, resigned to her   
   fate.  She would have to get out of this herself, even if it meant   
   succumbing to the desires of the burglars.  She really had no choice.   
      
       Ben finally managed to undo the straps holding the clit tickler.  The   
   elastic cords, lightly glued by sweat, peeled away from Eva's body.   
      
       "Oh man," Ben exclaimed.  "Andy, this is incredible.  This girl can't be   
   more than twelve or thirteen.  Her cunt just looks so beautiful.  Just the   
   lightest touch of hair on her crotch.  Oh man..."   
      
       Eva felt humiliated by this stranger staring at her private parts.  She   
   felt his hands trace the thin outline of hair growing on her crotch.  She   
   tried to close her legs.   
      
       "No way, kid," Ben said, pulling her legs apart again.  He must have   
   been kneeling because Eva felt his knees rest on her feet, keeping her legs   
   spread.  She stumbled a bit, catching herself by the handcuffs holding her   
   arms high.   
      
       Behind her, Andy spoke.  "You really thought this out, didn't you little   
   lady?  Tying yourself up like this, playing with your mom's toys..."   
      
       Between her legs, she felt Ben spread her vaginal lips.  "Andy, she's   
   got some wires or something coming out of her cunt.  Man, I think there's   
   something in there!"   
      
       Eva flushed again, the blood turning her face a beet red.  She felt his   
   fingers probing her crotch.  To her embarrassment, she was still quite wet   
   and she knew her fluids were lubricating the burglar's fingers.  She stood   
      
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