Link to Chapter 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/funandgameserotica/comments/1fqa9o3/emma_the_thief_chapter_1_the_first_job_bondage/

Emma was ecstatic, hyped on adrenaline after a first job done well. She was careful and methodical in the process of selling her stolen goods. First she took the small stack of cash she stole and deposited it in her bank, making sure it was during Vicky's shift. She asked her how things were going but Vicky made no mention of the robbery. Emma got off on the feeling of knowing what happened to her. The process of depositing all her winnings would take months, but still she wanted to try her luck again. Sure enough, only one week after the first job, she had her sights on two new targets.

She was working at her retail store when a cute young couple walked in. She knew them from around town, two 19 year old college sweethearts who had moved in together thanks to both their family's money. The boy was called Bruce, a tall but thin and feminine looking guy, with no beard and curly brown hair. The girl was called Monica, a cute and chubby redhead who was always smiling and cracking jokes. They walked in the store happily talking to each other. They greeted Emma and headed to the section that had scarves and handkerchiefs. They checked them for length and sturdiness, and Emma knew exactly what they were looking for, but didn't say a word.

"We'll take these", said Monica leaving five long scarves on the counter.

"Sure", said Emma with a warm smile, "Do you have a membership card?"

"A membership card?"

"Yeah. I can give you a nice discount if you come back."

"Oh, that's nice", she looked at Bruce, "What do you think?"

"Sure", he said, "Let's get one."

"Okie dokie. I just need some ID's and a phone number."

When the couple walked out, Emma could not stop grinning. She plugged their address on Google and took a look at their house. It was a nice two story house with a neat driveway and a garden. She couldn't see the back door, but there would be one way or another of getting in. That very evening she gathered again her kit, put on her "tactical" clothes and drove to the house. As last time, she put on her ski mask and carefully walked up the driveway and looked around the house. The only light was on the second floor, but after waiting a bit it wouldn't turn off, so Emma decided to just go ahead. The back door was closed, but also made of glass. She walked up to it with her homemade glass cutter. With a screech, it cut the glass in a big circle. When she pushed it in, the piece of glass fell on the carpet and didn't break. She went inside.

Emma didn't take long exploring the living room, since she heard voices and giggles coming from upstairs. Bag in hand, she slowly walked up the stairs, boots clacking gently on the wooden steps. There were several doors on the second floor, but only one was slightly ajar, light coming from beyond. Blending in the darkness with her black outfit, she pushed the door a bit and peeked inside. The couple was naked on the bed. Monica was belly up, the new scarves binding her wrists and ankles to the bed posts, and a fifth one covered her eyes. She was moaning and squirming. Bruce, was leaning on her, one hand over his partner's round belly and another one clutching a big purple dildo that he was slowly working in and out of her pussy.

"That's it, slut", said Bruce, his average cock rock hard and glistening with precum, "Tell me how much you like it."

"I love it, master", she said in a high pitched moan.

Emma grinned from the door. She pulled out her phone and took a few pictures.

"Good girl", said Bruce, "Here, taste your pussy juice."

He pulled the dildo from her pussy with a wet sound, dragging behind a string of vaginal fluid. He rubbed it over Monica's lips, and she opened her mouth and eagerly sucked it with the technique of a porn star, moaning and making slurping sounds. Bruce started gently stroking his cock, as Emma quietly entered the room. She put Bruce in a headlock and dragged him away from the bed.

"Don't say a word", whispered Emma in her German accent, "Don't resist and we won't hurt her."

She eased the pressure on the man's throat and made him lay face down on the floor. Monica still held the dildo in her mouth, thinking that's what her partner intended when he pulled away. He didn't say a word, but his breath and heartbeat got quicker. Emma taped his hands behind his back, and the sound from the tape made Monica let the dildo fall onto her chest and stop a second, puzzled.

"Bruce?", she said.

"He's ok", said Emma.

"Bruce, who the fuck is that?"

"She broke in baby, I don't know."

"Bullshit! Is this another one of your fantasies?"

"Be quiet, both of you", said Emma, binding Bruce's ankles and knees, then got up and removed Monica's blindfold.

"Who are you?", she said, now looking more scared than confused.

"I came here to rob you and this big shot over here."

"Please don't hurt us", said Bruce.

"Aw look who got submissive all of a sudden. Don't worry puppy, I'm just here for valuables."

"Just take them and leave!", said Monica.

Emma walked up to her , took the scarf that had served as blindfold and shoved it in her mouth, then put a strip of tape over it. Then she grabbed the dildo from her chest, walked over to Bruce and knelt in front of him. She wiggled the dildo in front of his face.

"Open wide, big shot", she said, and Monica grunted in rage from her bed.

"What, why?", he said.

"Because I like humiliating arrogant boys like you", she pulled out her phone again and started recording.

"Please..."

She shoved the dildo in his mouth, and he made a wince of disgust. She moved in back and forth, gently fucking his mouth.

"That's it, slut. Take this big nice cock, I know you like it."

She went faster, fucking his throat, making drops of drool fly out of his mouth. She felt aroused from the power she was exerting, and soon felt wetness in her crotch. She pulled the dildo sideways, stretching his cheeks. Then she pulled it out and got on her feet, still recording.

"How was your first blowjob, little princess?"

"Please let me go..."

"Shush now", she sat on his legs and carefully spread his ass cheeks with one hand, her phone on the other.

"Please don't."

She ignored him. Monica still grunted and thrashed about in her bed. Emma slowly worked the tip of the dildo in Bruce's ass. He gasped as she pushed it deeper.

"Good girl. Just give in to it."

"Be gentle", he whispered.

"I'll be if you tell me you like it."

"I... I like it."

"Mistress."

"Mistress."

"Good slut", said Emma, increasing the pace, "I'll leave once you cum from this."

For a good while she fucked him, increasing and lowering the pace, twisting the dildo to find his g-spot. Emma also started rubbing her crotch on the floor, leaving the best for when she was at home. After twenty minutes, he starting squirming and moaning.

"Fuck... Ahh...", he arched with his ass up, shooting ropes of cum beneath him, only to fall back down.

"That's my slut. Looks like you're not so straight anymore, huh?", she took the dildo out and before he could react she shoved it in his mouth as far as it would go. He grunted and tried to shake it off, but she secured it with duct tape, "Do you like your pussy juice, huh?"

Emma got up from the squirming man and look at her also squirming partner on the bed. She smirked.

"I'm sorry I didn't give you also some attention, but humiliating boys is too fun to pass up. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to steal your stuff."

"Hmmmphhh! HMMMPHHH!", Monica glared at her, closing her fists while trying to get out, but the scarves were sturdy.

We only sell quality, thought Emma, before turning around and getting out of the room.

That night's bounty was even bigger than her previous one. When she got home, Emma drunk some wine and masturbated to the pictures and videos she took. Power got her off, and she knew she wouldn't stop anytime soon.