This story is true as told to me by a coworker. She divorced her husband shortly after this incident.
For the most part, my marriage to Kurt was good. The few problems we did have always involved alcohol. He was arrested once for driving under the influence and he cheated on me twice while drunk. Kurt did not drink often, but bad things always happened when he did. We had a comfortable life with our 20-year old daughter still living at home while going to college.
Kurt came home one night and I could tell he was drunk. His was slurring his words and smelled of cheap booze. He had taken an Uber home for which I was happy. I put him to bed and slept on the couch that night. Early the next morning, I woke up to the doorbell at the front door. When I looked at our camera, one man, about 25 years old, was standing there. When I asked him what he needed, he stated he business with Kurt and just needed a signature on a form. I went to the front door and opened it up for him.
When the door was open just a crack, the man pushed the door open, knocking me backwards. Four other guys came into view from behind the bushes and rushed into the house. I screamed, telling them to get out before one slapped me across the face, sending me back into a chair. The man that had been at the door started yelling at me, demanding to know where Kurt was and where the money was. My daughter came out of her room at this time asking what was going on. I kept telling the guy I had no idea what he was talking about and that my husband was upstairs in bed. Two of the men headed upstairs while a third one grabbed my daughter.
The door man kept yelling at me, demanding to know where the money was kept. At one point, he walked over and asked my daughter. When she didn’t answer, he slapped her hard across the face.
Kurt finally came down the stairs, drug by one of the men. His mouth was bleeding and the men were yelling at him about money. The door man walked up to him, demanding to know where the money was and when Kurt said there was none, he was punched hard in the stomach, falling to his knees, gasping for air. There was a lot of yelling but I ultimately found out what was taking place. Kurt, drunk at the bar the night before, had met these guys. Being drunk and trying to look good in front of his new friends, Kurt had made up some story about selling a classic car for $50,000 in cash. The guys had shown up to rob Kurt of the money. When Kurt finally explained he had been a drunk liar, I knew the situation would go bad.
Kurt and I had our hands taped behind our backs. The door guy told two of the others to take our daughter back to her room and get some payoff of the money they thought was in the house. I screamed for them to leave her alone, offering to do whatever they wanted but I was again slapped across the face. Two men grabbed her, drug her in front of her father and I and pulled up her tshirt. Katie is about 30 pounds overweight with large breasts and was wearing only an old tshirt and shorts. One of the men grabbed one nipple and started twisting it violently. Kurt and I sat there while she was drug down the hall and into her bedroom.
With tears streaming down my face, I was forced to sit there and listen to the screams of my daughter. I could hear hard slaps followed by her begging them to stop. After about 20 minutes, Katie was drug down the hall by her hair back to us. She was naked now with large belt welts across her butt, breasts and back. I could see cum running out of her vagina and down her leg and another load of cum was mixed in with her tears on her face.
One of the men grabbed my by the hair, yanking me to my feet.
Part 2 to follow
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