The Black Van

[LaLia]

Excellent chapter, always adds spice throwing a cop into the mix. It might raise the heat on the boys as well, as there is a higher degree of solidarity between law enforcement officers.

Tanks...Yeah, I think female police officers, soldiers, and so on are really good triggers and kind of a cliché. Although, in this case, the women's fates remain somewhat open in each chapter. I'm really sticking relatively close to the comics.

Clearly the gas prices are not the only things rising in and around the Black Van. Please keep the story rolling for a long time.

Thank you... I think with their current standing in the dating market, the price of gas isn't a problem for them. Even if they're just hopping from L.A. across the country to Daytona Beach.

I'll have at least 3-4 more installments, and then I'll have to see what happens, because that's when the source material ends.

Oh yeah, dofantasy comics are great, and it's a fantastic idea to write a story based on a comic. The Black Van series is a good choice for that, and the home invasion episode should be coming soon, right? You're welcome to write more stories based on other dofantasy comics after that; there are lots of possibilities.

Thank you

The home invasion series starts right now.

It probably offers the most material and is also the most intense, or rather, there's a bit more going on. Let's see what happens after that, but yes, the comics offer possibilities. Since some people are familiar with them, we could consider a poll to see which other stories would be good.

I actually like this better than the original comic. I’m surprised it works so well.

Thank you so much...that's really nice to hear, although I think both have their appeal. The comics are definitely hot and visually trigger the imagination, while my story relies more on the mind's eye. I'm glad it works so well adapted; apart from a few minor details, I hardly changed the comics in terms of plot.

[LaLia]

Chapter 5

Mark and David had spent the last few weeks traveling along the South Coast, an endless succession of highways that stretched like a dark ribbon across the States. From Daytona Beach, they drove through New Orleans and Houston. They had made enough money to take a short break, so they weren't desperate to find new victims. Instead, they were enjoying their freedom to the fullest — going to a football game, where the roar of the crowd pumped through their veins like an adrenaline rush, or lying on the beach for hours, the sun on their skin, while the ocean washed away their thoughts of past deeds. Still, every now and then, a little fun could be found along the way, an irresistible urge that guided them. The jogger who ran into them at dusk, her breath panting and sweat glistening on her skin, ended up in the black van, where her screams quickly faded into muffled sobs. The cashier at the gas station was next, her eyes wide with terror when they saw the masks. Or the young Spanish tourist they'd ambushed in a narrow alley, her accent a final plea before the van doors slammed shut. But they weren't for sale — they were simply there for a bit of fun: a quick, brutal encounter in the van or in some secluded spot, where the fear in their eyes only heightened the men's arousal before they were dumped somewhere, used, trembling, and broken. In those moments, Mark and David felt alive, invincible, as if the world belonged to them alone.

Their journey continued through Texas, where the vast prairies seemed endless and the dust of cattle herds hung in the air. Here, they visited an acquaintance who owned a large ranch and worked as cowboys for a few weeks, helping to round up the herds, where the sweat and the smell of leather and animals sharpened their senses. Here, too, they indulged their addiction without scruples, without remorse; the 20-year-old bartender at the small village bar, with her long legs and the cheeky smile that quickly turned to pure horror, was raped by both of them in a dark alley—roughly, ruthlessly, her screams stifled by their rough hands before they left her there, torn apart and alone in the night.

Almost half a year had passed since their last deal in Daytona Beach. The months had felt like a whirlwind, but slowly the money was running out, the bundles in their pockets melting away like snow in the desert. It was like a stroke of luck, almost fateful, that Jacob contacted them. "Interested in a job? You'll have fun and get paid well," he had told them during a brief phone call, his voice rough. Their curiosity was piqued as they made their way back toward the West Coast. A familiar tingling sensation spread through Mark's chest—not just the money, but the prospect of fresh plunder, of real power.

Their destination was Palm Springs, a quiet residential area on the outskirts of the city, where palm trees rustled softly in the breeze and houses lay hidden behind high hedges. This was where the Carter family lived. Jacob had sent them all the information via encrypted email: Bob Carter was a 45-year-old man whose testimony in court had led to the 10-year prison sentence of one of Jacob's business partners and close friends. And this friend now wanted revenge. The Carters had moved away from Los Angeles, believing they could hide. It had taken Jacob some time to find their new address. David was already forming a picture in his mind: this family, who thought they were safe, would soon learn what true fear meant.

Mark and David observed the house and Bob's daily routine with the precision of hunters studying their prey. He worked at a bank and left the house every morning around 7:00 a.m., returning home around 2:00 or 3:00 p.m. He seemed to have no hobbies or leisure activities, as he rarely went out after work—a man trapped in his routine, oblivious to what was happening. His wife, Karen, was not employed—sometimes she was home all day, sometimes she would go shopping in the morning and be back before her husband arrived, and sometimes she would meet up with a neighbor, her laughter echoing across the lawn. The couple also had two daughters who still lived at home and attended school—the older sister was in college, the younger one was still in high school. Each day of observation heightened the men's anticipation; they could already feel the tension building in their bodies, a dark desire they could barely contain.

The family home was quite large, with a garden and a pool that glittered in the sunlight, hidden behind a high fence. It was one of many rather expensive houses in this neighborhood, where wealth and normalcy presented a deceptive facade. After a few days, David and Mark knew all the details; they knew when to strike and were well-prepared—every vulnerability mapped, every possibility considered. They bought the last few things early that Wednesday morning, having parked the black van a little way off the road, the engine still warm from the drive.

At precisely 7:00 a.m., Bob left the house, gave his wife a quick kiss goodbye. She was wearing only a bathrobe and carrying the mail inside, her silhouette soft and inviting in the morning light. He then drove off to work, unaware that his life was about to turn into a nightmare.

The white family van turned the corner of the street. Mark and David waited, holding their breath, and then slowly pulled up. It was just like the days before: after Bob drove out of the garage, the door didn't close immediately; it took a moment. Probably a simple technical glitch, probably nothing to worry about, but this very fact made it easier for the two men—an invitation they couldn't ignore. Inside the garage, the black van blended in completely. David still blocked the door from the inside, just in case, his hands trembling slightly with excitement.

The two men wore practical cargo pants and long-sleeved shirts, and now they slipped on the masks that transformed their faces into anonymous grimaces. They reached for their pistols and knives. Cable ties, duct tape, and a rope were also readily available. Other items, like additional restraints and small toys for general amusement, were packed in a backpack; toys that would later elicit screams. A door led from the garage into the house. “Not even locked. Let’s have some fun then,” Mark murmured as he cautiously opened the door, his voice hoarse with anticipation, his heart pounding as if he were about to pull off a big heist.

The kitchen, the aroma of fresh coffee filled the room, warm and inviting. Breakfast for three had already been prepared on the table: toast, eggs, fresh fruit, everything so normal, so full of domestic security that was about to shatter.

“Girls, breakfast’s ready. Emily, get up!” they heard a voice from the hallway, warm and maternal, then footsteps approaching, light and unsuspecting. Mark and David barely managed to hide, their bodies tense like predators, as Karen entered the kitchen.





Karen was 44 years old and undeniably attractive, a woman who had worn the years with grace. Her rather short blonde hair was slightly curly and she wore it loose, framing her face like a golden frame. The bathrobe hinted at her curves: she wasn't slim, but not fat either. Naturally built, with curves in all the right places, and a rather ample bosom that rose and fell beneath the fabric with every breath—a sight that instantly aroused a primal desire in Mark.

Mark grabbed her with a swift, brutal grip and covered her mouth; Karen dropped the coffee cup she was holding in shock, the porcelain shattering on the floor like her illusion of safety. She struggled, her nails digging briefly into his arm, but at the same time she was so surprised that her resistance was minimal, a desperate thrashing without any real strength. When Mark held his gun to her head, cold metal against her temple, she didn't dare move an inch. Her heart was racing, her eyes wide with sheer panic, tears already welling up.

David had crept into the hallway, silent as a shadow. "Mom, are you okay?" he heard a voice, young and worried, and her footsteps approaching, barefoot on the wooden floor. David lurked behind the wardrobe, the knife in his hand vibrating with adrenaline, as Sophie approached. Sophie was the Carters' older daughter. She was 21 years old and a pretty young woman with brunette hair and an athletic body that spoke of training and youth. She had just stepped out of the shower, so her hair was still slightly damp and fine drops trickled down her neck when David grabbed her and held his knife to her throat, the blade cold and sharp, while he pulled her arms behind her back to hold her there, her body pressed tightly against him.





“Oh God. What…” Sophie gasped in surprise, her breath catching in her throat as she saw her mother standing in the kitchen, looking out into the hallway. “Leave her alone, you freaks!” Karen hissed, her voice trembling with anger and fear. David and Mark just laughed, a deep, guttural laugh that poisoned the air in the room. Mark replied, “Shut up, show us your tits instead!” With that, he ripped open Karen’s bathrobe, roughly and mercilessly, revealing her ample breasts and thin panties, her skin pale in the morning light, her nipples hard with fear. Sophie stared in horror, her face a mask of terror, as David moved her toward the kitchen, his grip unyielding. “Please…” she pleaded softly, her voice breaking as she felt the men’s greedy gazes roaming over her body. Her mom stood there almost naked, her face red with shame, the fear clearly visible in her eyes, tears now streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks. Sophie trembled all over; she felt the two masked men staring at her tight white top, under which her breasts were clearly visible, and in that moment, she knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

Mark and David had the situation completely under control. Neither Karen or Sophie dared to resist. The men's knives and pistols were intimidating enough—cold metal that promised unimaginable pain or even death at any moment. Both women stood frozen, their bodies taut like steel cables, their eyes wide with sheer terror. Every breath felt like a struggle, yet they didn't dare make a sound, a movement that might provoke the men.

David and Mark grabbed the ropes—thin black ropes from a hardware store that felt surprisingly strong and unyielding. David roughly tied Sophie's hands behind her back, pulling the knots so tight that the rope cut deep into her skin, forcing her shoulders painfully backward. Mark did the same to Karen after jerking her bathrobe to the floor. The soft fabric slid down her body, revealing her completely — naked except for her thin panties. Karen whimpered softly, a muffled sound of humiliation as she stood completely naked before the strange men. Moments later, both were gagged. Sophie bit down on a ring gag a few seconds later, its black rubber band holding her mouth wide open. As she opened her eyes in shock and a helpless, drooling moan escaped her lips, Karen pressed them tightly together, desperately trying to resist. Only when the knife blade brushed dangerously close to her nipples, the sharp tip almost cutting the sensitive skin, did she give in. With a tortured sob, she opened her mouth and allowed the large ball gag to be shoved inside. The red ball stretched her jaw uncomfortably wide, and saliva immediately pooled at the corners of her mouth.

David then grabbed both women, his hands roughly on their upper arms. "Let's get comfortable and get to know each other a little," he said with a sickening grin in his voice. Turning to Mark, he added, “Find the little sister and bring her to our party!” The men laughed loudly, a dark, triumphant laugh that echoed through the house. Sophie and Karen looked at each other desperately, their eyes filled with fear, shame, and helpless love. Tears streamed down Karen’s cheeks as Sophie whimpered softly, but they were relentlessly led toward the living room, their naked or partially clothed bodies stumbling and trembling.

Mark searched the house with calm, methodical thoroughness. To the left, next to the front door, was a bathroom, but it was as empty as the office and the parents’ bedroom. In the annex, a door stood open—nothing. But when he opened the next door, he saw her. Emily—the 18-year-old was still fast asleep in her bed, her hair spread out on the pillow, her thin nightshirt riding up slightly. Mark quietly opened the door and moved closer, his gaze greedily scanning her body. Her breasts were similar in size to her sister Sophie's, a little more than a handful, but Emily took after her mother and was also blonde. She seemed sweet and innocent, almost fragile in her youthful purity—and that's exactly what aroused Mark instantly in a primal, hot way. His cock twitched in his pants. He knelt beside the bed, slowly slid his hand under her top, and touched her firm, warm breasts, gently kneading them, feeling the hard nipples beneath his fingers.





Emily woke with a startled gasp. The shock was etched on her face, her blue eyes widening in panic. Before she could even think straight, Mark had brutally turned her onto her stomach, practically overpowered her with his full weight, and tied her hands behind her back. With practiced movements, he forced a ring gag between her teeth, holding her mouth wide open, just like he had with her sister.

Then he brought Emily into the living room, where David was already sitting on the sofa, his pants open and his hard, thick penis rubbing between Karen’s large breasts. He had already pulled down her panties, and it was written all over Karen’s face that she knew exactly what was about to happen – pure despair and humiliation in her tear-filled eyes.

Mark had grabbed one of the chairs from the dining table and simply kicked out the inner seat, leaving only a wooden frame. He roughly pushed Emily onto the chair, forcing her into the desired position. With a single, swift cut of the knife, he sliced her top off, leaving the 18-year-old sitting there half-naked, her firm breasts exposed and trembling in the morning light. Sophie lay in the corner of the couch and had to watch everything, her eyes filled with horror. Not only was her little sister so helplessly exposed, but David had also thrown their mom onto the sofa, so that she landed on her stomach. David lifted her hips slightly, eyeing her plump, round ass with undisguised lust. "Oh, what a gorgeous, plump ass," he gasped lecherously.

Then he thrust in. David's cock plunged deep and without warning into Karen’s pussy. She gasped loudly beneath the ball gag, a stifled, tortured sound, while her eldest daughter, sitting right next to her, had to watch everything. David began to rape her hard and rhythmically, his pelvis slamming against her ass. "Watch closely, sweetie, you're next," he panted, pulling Sophie closer by the hair so she could see clearly as David's thick cock repeatedly plunged deep into her mom's pussy.

Mark had positioned himself behind Emily, roughly spread her legs, and tightly bound her thighs to the chair frame. Her lower legs were also bound, leaving her sitting with her legs spread wide, her face flushed crimson with shame. Mark slashed her panties with the knife and pulled away the shreds. Her freshly shaved pussy was revealed, glistening with telltale moisture. Mark hadn't missed it, he grinned broadly behind his mask. He also tied her hands to the chair, so that Emily was now completely immobilized and unable to move. "I'll be back in a minute, and then we'll have some fun," Mark said with a grin, as he slowly ran the tip of the knife once from her neck, between her breasts, down her stomach, to her vagina. The cold blade left a faint red mark on her skin. Emily trembled slightly all over, goosebumps spread, and she could even feel the cool breeze on her vagina. The blush of shame on her face deepened, she knew that she apparently hadn't had such innocent dreams, and this realization only made the humiliation more unbearable.

David had briefly stopped touching Karen and undressed completely, so that only his mask covered his face—an anonymous, muscular body pulsating with raw lust. His hard cock stood stiff and glistening as he turned to Sophie. At the same time, he roughly pulled up her top and slipped his other hand under her panties. Sophie whimpered loudly, flinched, and tried to turn away, but she had no chance. Her bound hands and David's strong grip made any real resistance impossible. David briefly massaged her firm breasts, roughly kneading them, playing with her nipples, while his fingers simultaneously slid over her shaved labia and then briefly penetrated her with one finger. Sophie screamed, her body tensing. Before she could compose herself, David grabbed the knife and cut Sophie free of all her clothing—her top fell to shreds, her panties were brutally slashed. Naked and trembling, she lay there. Then he turned back to Karen and, with a hard jerk, turned her onto her back so that her large breasts bounced heavily to the side and her spread legs lay invitingly open.

Mark, now also naked except for his mask, had returned with a nine-tailed whip and a stun gun and watched the scene with a grin. His penis was already hard, and anticipation was written all over his face.

“Hey, come here, I have an idea,” David said at that moment, looking expectantly at Sophie as he repositioned his cock against Karen and continued fucking her, deep and rhythmic. “See how I’m fucking your mom? She’d definitely like it if you licked her nipples!” he added with a grin, his voice full of sadistic glee.

Sophie stared at him in horror and shook her head violently, her eyes flashing with hatred and disgust as tears streamed down her cheeks. David just laughed loudly and guilty. “You don’t want to? Then your little sister will pay for your disobedience!”

David had pulled Sophie’s head around by her hair so that she could now see Emily. The first lash of the nine-tailed whip landed on Emily’s stomach with a sharp crack. The second strike, delivered by Mark, hit her breasts, immediately leaving red welts. The third one landed on her thigh. Emily cried out under the gag—a stifled, high-pitched whimper—tears immediately welling in her eyes as her young body writhed in pain. Mark slowly stroked his hard cock and followed it up with another blow to her lower abdomen, making her flinch.

Sophie sighed deeply and resignedly, nodding desperately before David pulled her head down. Sticking her tongue out through the gag, she muttered something unintelligible and her face flushed crimson, began licking her mother's nipples. Her large breasts bounced more and more with David's hard thrusts, his breathing becoming increasingly labored and panting. Sophie recognized the signs immediately—the familiar gasping she knew from her previous sexual encounters. Her mother's wide, open eyes confirmed it. When David suddenly withdrew his cock, thick, warm semen oozed from Karen’s pussy. David immediately grabbed Sophie's head by the hair and brutally pressed it against her mother's dripping pussy. "Grrrrrr!" both women gasped in horror. Sophie initially refused again, but when David then gave her a mild but sharp electric shock on her inner thigh, she whimpered and stuck out her tongue. The salty, bitter taste of David's semen was unmistakable as she licked between her mother's swollen lips. She was being forced to lick her own mom — a humiliation that was almost beyond compare and deeply wounded Sophie's soul.

David also made Sophie lick his cock from time to time. When he was hard again, he pushed it deep into her wide-open mouth until she gasped and gagged, saliva running down her chin. Then he forced her to lick Karen’s clit again while he thrust hard into "Mommy" once more. David switched several times between Karen’s wet pussy and Sophie's mouth, which was soon glistening with mucus and semen. Sophie gasped and gagged with each deep thrust, her eyes constantly watering.

Mark watched everything with growing excitement, still standing behind Emily. First, he massaged her firm, young breasts, roughly kneading them and pulling on her nipples. Then his hands slid lower. Thanks to the chair's lack of a seat, he had perfect access from below. At first, it was just one finger that he slowly pushed into Emily's slightly moist pussy. "Wow, very tight," he breathed with pleasure. "Virgin?" he then asked with a grin. Emily nodded vigorously, her eyes still wet with tears—she'd had a boyfriend for a few weeks, but they hadn't had sex yet, even though she'd thought he was the one. And now her virginity was in danger of being lost in a brutal rape. She whimpered loudly when Mark added his second finger and slowly stretched her.

Then, surprisingly, Mark cut her bonds after withdrawing his fingers, pulled her up, and with a hard shove, threw her onto the other side of the sofa. The whip's welts adorned Emily's trembling, naked body in vibrant red as she landed on her back. Mark immediately positioned himself between her spread legs, his hard cock throbbing against her virgin pussy. Tears streamed down her face as he forced her legs apart even further and whispered, "I hope you enjoy your first fuck, sweetie." With that, he thrust into her.

On one side of the sofa, Mark was now deflowering Emily with a hard, relentless thrust. The 18-year-old screamed beneath him into the gag, a strangled, high-pitched shriek muffled by the gag as her virginity was brutally torn. Her young body bucked, her eyes wide with shock and pain, as Mark's thick cock thrust deep into her tight, untouched pussy. Tears streamed down her face, and each time he withdrew and thrust again, she trembled all over.

On the other side of the sofa, David had meanwhile forced Sophie onto her mother. Karen saw it immediately from her daughter's contorted expression—the wide-open eyes, the gasps, the twitching—that Sophie was now being raped as well. David laughed loud and panted with pleasure as he thrust alternately into Sophie, deep and brutally into her pussy, then into Karen’s vagina, back into Sophie, back into Karen. The two women twitched and writhed, their naked, sweat-drenched bodies pressed so tightly together, breast to breast, that they felt each other's every movement. Both were completely at his mercy, helpless and humiliated.

Mark had lifted Emily slightly, forcing her back into an arched position so that her firm breasts bounced violently with each brutal thrust. The initial wetness had now subsided; the pain was overwhelming and burned like fire. As if through a thick fog, she felt Mark come deep inside her after a few minutes. His hot semen spurted in several bursts deep into her pussy and immediately oozed out again as he withdrew with a satisfied grunt. Emily lay there, weeping and utterly humiliated, the semen slowly leaking from her, forming a small puddle on the sofa. Her body felt alien and violated.

David had now removed Sophie's gag, so that her subsequent scream echoed unfiltered and shrill through the living room. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, gasping heavily, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Tell them, tell your mom what happened!" David panted behind her as he brutally yanked her head back by her hair. “Go on, say it!” he demanded again, as Sophie initially remained silent, sobbing.

“He…” she cried out again as a particularly deep thrust jolted through her. “He’s in my ass!” she gasped, whimpering. Her mother’s pitying, anguished look hit her like a blow. It was the first time she’d been anally penetrated, and it was brutal, tearing, without any consideration. Sophie glanced briefly at her little sister, who lay broken and smeared with semen on the sofa, before David came for the first time as well. With a deep, animalistic groan, he ejaculated into Sophie’s anus, his hot semen filling her and immediately leaking out again as he slowly withdrew.

While his wife and daughters were living through a nightmare at home, Bob was pleased to be able to leave work surprisingly early today. The bank was undergoing computer maintenance, so after two brief client meetings, he was already heading home. At 48, Bob was a bit older than his wife, Karen. He was the typical banker—stuffy, not particularly athletic, always impeccably dressed, and not exactly popular in the neighborhood. Most people considered him arrogant and boring.

It was a short walk home from the bank, where he immediately became annoyed that the stupid garage door wouldn't open again. He'd been waiting for the technician for two months already: not only did it close slowly, but sometimes it wouldn't open properly at all. So, Bob parked in the driveway in front of the garage and muttered to himself, "Don't get worked up about it; I should make better use of leaving work so early!" The girls were at school, Karen was probably still in her bathrobe—and he sensed his chance to finally have sex again after three weeks. Bob and Karen’s sex life had become rather stagnant in recent years; he was often stressed from work, or she supposedly had a migraine. Oddly enough, it usually worked during the day when he got off work early and they had the house to themselves.

Bob reached into the glove compartment and took out the pack of Viagra, which he secretly took. He took one pill… “Just to be safe, another one,” he thought to himself, and quickly swallowed it before getting out of the car and heading for the front door. As soon as he took out the house key, he could already feel that familiar tingling sensation begins. He grinned broadly and hoped his wife was in the mood—otherwise, he would have had to go back to his office to jerk off.

Mark and David had taken a short break. Breakfast was already prepared and the coffee was ready—they couldn't possibly refuse that. They had briefly removed their masks, as the three women were currently lying in the living room blindfolded or with their faces turned away, unable to see them. They sat at the kitchen table, drinking the still-warm coffee and quietly planning what else they could do with the women, since they weren't due to meet Jacob until the evening. This gave them a few more hours. They also planned to search for valuables later. While they enjoyed this brief respite, watching the three victims lying exhausted and abused in the living room, the familiar white car suddenly pulled up. Luckily for them, they had a good view of the front yard and driveway from the kitchen. "Damn it, what's he doing here?" David whispered, while Mark choked on his coffee. They had been observing the house and the family for almost two weeks – Bob had never come home early. They hadn't expected him for several hours. The original plan had been to kidnap the three women and then meet with Jacob; Bob was only supposed to find out about it later. If he paid enough ransom, they might be released, Jacob had said. But Mark and David knew, of course, that Jacob wouldn't let them go without having some fun with them himself. Either way, their plan was no longer going to work. "Change of plan!" Mark said first, quickly pulling on his trousers and boots and slipping his mask over his face before grabbing his pistol and quietly taking up a position near the front door.

[Shocker]

Another exceptional chapter. Using a family for revenge, is definitely getting my blood pounding.