Attaced at Home

Sheila entered her home one evening after work and turned to close and lock the door behind her. However, before she could even begin, her head was suddenly covered in a white hood and she was pushed hard into the door from behind. The front of her body was pinned against the door with an arm across the back of her neck and someone's body leaning up against hers. She tried to kick back against her assailant, but missed and felt him slam into her again.

"Be still, bitch, or you'll regret it!" she heard a raspy male voice say.

She was pulled away from the door and she felt a strong arm come across her throat from behind at the same time a hand went to her mouth. She tried to scream, but as soon as her mouth opened, the hand moved sideways into it. It felt thick and was covered by fabric from the hood over her head, but she tried to bite it anyway. Her attacker was apparently wearing thick gloves and coupled with the hood material covering the hand, she couldn't cause her assailant any damage.

A man's whispered voice snarled in her ear, "Shut up and you'll live!" To drive home the point, Sheila's attacker squeezed his arm across her throat and partially choked her. He only eased the pressure when she stopped biting down on his hand.

He moved her roughly into the living room and then used his leg to trip her so that she lost her balance. Sheila was able to use her arms to ease her fall to the floor so that she wasn't injured, but his body landed heavily on top of hers and drove the air from her lungs. She tried to gasp for air, but the hand covering her mouth made that almost impossible and she felt her initial panic rising from not being able to breathe.

Her assailant shifted his position to press his knee in the middle of her back to hold her down and then he grabbed her right arm to twist it behind her back. Sheila cried out in pain just before she felt cold metal closing around her wrist. He then took her left arm and pulled it behind her and fastened the other manacle to that wrist. She struggled against the steel handcuffs, but to no avail. Her mind raced as she tried to remember what she had been taught in a women's self-defense class many years before, but it never covered what to do with your arms handcuffed behind your back.

Sheila was yanked upright and pushed into a sitting position on a cushioned chair. "Don't move!" she heard the man growl menacingly. She tried to listen to determine what was going on in the room, but the only thing she could make out was that there were at least two people in the house with her. Sitting with her hands handcuffed behind her back was extremely uncomfortable. Sheila tried to adjust her position to reduce the discomfort until she heard footsteps approaching from the long hallway leading back to the bedrooms and indistinct whispers between two men. She froze and waited tensely to see what they would do next.

She felt someone move up close to her and became still. "Look what we found back in your bedroom," her attacker said with frightening glee. He moved behind her and she felt his hands move up under the hood covering her head. Something hard was pressed against her partially open lips. "Open!" he ordered. She opened her mouth and felt a hard rubber ball pushed into it. She immediately recognized the ball gag that she and her boyfriend sometimes used in sex play. The stranger secured the two straps behind her head and made sure the ball gag was properly positioned so that she could breathe through the hole in the center of the device.

He removed his hands and moved back in front of her. "Get up!" he directed. Sheila struggled to get to her feet and stood swaying slightly in front of the chair.

"Let's see what goodies we have here," he mused aloud. She felt his hands grasping the front of her white blouse and then they suddenly ripped it apart, sending buttons scattering everywhere.

"Oh my God!" she thought. "He's going to rape me!" Her breathing became rapid and her chest rose and fell quickly.

"Mmmm. Nice." The attacker roughly pulled her bra up over her heaving breasts and allowed them to be fully displayed. Sheila had always been proud of her figure and her 38C breasts were the first things that every man noticed about her trim body. She was barely 5'3" tall and 130 pounds, and while her figure was exceptional to begin with, she well-toned from her regular workouts. The assault continued as the man took her nipples between his fingers and twisted them savagely.

Sheila cried out through the gag in her mouth and she felt her nipples burning while he continued to twist and pull on them. Normally, she enjoyed rough nipple play, but this was far from a normal situation. The man finally released her stinging nipples and she felt him tugging on the zipper at the side of her skirt.

"Oh God! Let Bobby get here and stop them before they go any further," she thought wildly. Bobby was her boyfriend of two years and was very capable of handling himself in a fight. He moved in with her more than a year ago and she expected him to arrive home from his job within the next 30 minutes. She only hoped she would still be alive then.

Her skirt was pulled down until it fell around her ankles leaving her in just her low heeled shoes and the thong she had worn under the skirt.

"My, my! What a sweet looking thing you are! But you won't be needing that butt floss anymore." She felt a tug on the sideband of her thong and then it separated. It took her a moment to realize what he had done. "Holy shit! He's got a knife!" she thought. She felt the cold metal between her breasts and a slight tug before her bra separated neatly in the middle and hung on her shoulders. The man grabbed the top of her right shoulder and with a quick "snick" her bra strap parted and he tugged the shredded half of the bra off of her. He repeated his knife play on the remaining half of her bra and then stepped back.

Sheila stood naked except for her heels and the hood covering her face and the cool air in the room was giving her goosebumps and making her nipples stand out more than they already were. She felt the man approach her again and his finger rubbing up against her dry pussy lips. As soon as he was able to separate her outer labia, he found the inside of her pussy was already wet.

"Mmmm. It looks like you like this," he commented. Sheila shivered. She had always fantasized about being "raped", but to actually have it happen felt much different. She was more concerned with staying alive than anything they might do to her sexually. He continued fingering her wet slit and she couldn't stop the twinge of excitement that caused her to grower wetter. He smoothly slid one finger up inside her cunt and then followed it with a second finger. She felt his warm breath on her skin and could tell his breathing was getting faster and harder.

"It's my turn, now," the second man said. Shelia felt him muscle past the first attacker and pull his fingers out of her dripping twat. The second man wasted no time in jamming his fingers up inside her and she felt his knuckles pressing hard against the opening as he tried to go in even deeper. Sheila's knees went weak and almost buckled from his rough treatment and she couldn't believe it when the first tingling of an orgasm began to grow from between her legs. "Oh, God! This can't be happening!" she thought. When a pair of hands began squeezing and playing with her breasts, she assumed they belonged to the first man. His handling was coarse and showed little concern for how he was hurting her breasts and nipples, but the dual attacks on her body drove her more rapidly to climax.

When her pussy began gushing out her love juice, the second man laughed. "Looks like she's really getting off on it," he commented to the other man. "I think it's our turn now, don't you?"

He pulled his hand from between her legs and pushed her down to her knees. She was panting hard trying to catch her breath through the small hole in the ball gag and the sack that was covering her head and she was feeling lightheaded. Someone started to pull up the cloth bag over her head, but stopped as soon as it reached her nose. She felt someone behind her making the sack tighter and when he finished, the lower part of the sack was tied around her eyes like a blindfold.

The man behind her loosened the ball gag and as soon as he pulled it free from her mouth, she tried to take a deep breath, but her mouth was suddenly filled with a man's cock.

"Suck on this, you little slut," he demanded. Sheila briefly thought about biting down hard on his soft dick, but just as quickly dismissed that idea. She was still handcuffed, on her knees, and at least one of the men had a very sharp knife. She began sucking around the fleshy head of the man's cock and heard him moan softly.

"That's it, baby. Show me how well you can suck my cock. You do it good enough, maybe we'll give you a break."

Sheila didn't believe a word he said, but continued giving him a blowjob without any real enthusiasm. Despite that, he began to swell and grow in her mouth and he took her head in his hands and began thrusting hard into her mouth. She gagged the first two times which led to more laughter from the men.

"What's the matter? You've never had a real man's cock in your mouth before?" he teased her crudely. He continued to fuck her mouth and she quickly reached the point where she just remained as still as she could and let his hard dick plunge in and out of her mouth without doing a thing.

He began grunting and groaning louder and Sheila was sure he was going to cum in her mouth. Normally, she loved sucking a man dry, but under these circumstances, her stomach turned at the thought of his thick warm cream filling her mouth. However, before he reached that point, the second man pushed him away and his dick popped free from Sheila's lips.

"That's enough of that. I want to get what I came for," he growled. A pair of hands yanked Sheila to her feet and she stumbled around awkwardly in her high heels while someone pushed her around in the room. Suddenly, her waist hit something hard, but covered with coarse fabric. She was unceremoniously pushed over and found herself bent over one of the living room chairs. A hand pulled her head up from under her chin and she felt a cock pressed against her lips. It was still soft, so she assumed it was the second attacker, the one who pushed the first man out of her mouth seconds before. She automatically opened her mouth and felt his semi-erect dick pushing past her lips.

Once more, she remained almost motionless while the man held her head and fucked her mouth. Almost as soon as that began, the other attacker pulled her legs far apart from behind. She could only imagine how exposed her ass and pussy must have looked in that position and she had never felt so vulnerable before. Rough hands pushed her ass cheeks wide apart and she felt his head pressing up behind her. When his tongue flicked over her pussy the first time, it ran across her clit and sent an electric shock through her body. The man kept licking her pussy and it seemed he was hitting her clit with nearly every move of his tongue. Once again, her juices began flowing and that seemed to spur the man to continue his oral sodomizing of her pussy.

The cock in her mouth was fully erect and the girth seemed enormous to her. Her boyfriend had a wide cock, but this one seemed bigger and her lips were stretched tightly around it. When he pulled it out of her mouth, Sheila gasped for air. He moved around behind her and the man who was eating her pussy stopped and oved away. She felt hands holding onto her ass and then the pressure of a foreign cock moving between her legs and seeking out her wet pussy.

When he pressed in further, his cock moved between her labia and her pussy stretched to try and accommodate it. He wasn't gentle and didn't care that she wasn't ready for something that big inside her. While a final shove, his dick forced its way inside her and caused Sheila the cry out in pain. He didn't slow down and soon, he was sinking deep inside her and then nearly drawing himself completely out before plunging in again. After the second or third time, the pain subsided and his fullness inside her began to feel good.

The man who had been eating her pussy came back around in front of her and yanked her head up by her long ponytail. She was already expecting his dick when it pressed against her lips and she opened her mouth to take him inside again. Her arms were growing a little numb and her shoulders ached from being pulled back by the handcuffs behind her back, but she put that out of her mind and tried to ignore the actions of her rapists. Try as she might, her body had other ideas and once more, she felt an orgasm building from the pounding she was taking from behind.

She also began responding to the dick sliding between her lips and her assailant moaned loudly the first time her teeth rubbed over the sensitive glans moving between them. She was still surprised when his cock jumped in her mouth and unloaded a huge amount of thick, gooey cream. It filled her mouth so fast, she automatically started to try and swallow some of it, but it still felt like a large amount escaped from the corners of her mough and ran down her chin.

"Oh my fucking God," the man cried out with a final spasm that released a final trickle of his cum in the back of her throat. Sheila was gasping and trying to swallow the contents of her mouth, but found it difficult with his cock still inside it. She was thankful when he pulled his meat from her mouth and she could recover. However, the man who was fucking her from behind had just discovered her asshole and began fingering around it. He used some of the juice from her pussy to wet his finger and when it forced its way past her sphincter, she gasped aloud.

"Oh ho!" he said gleefully. "Does our little slut like taking it up the ass?"

Sheila usually enjoyed anal sex, but remembering the size of his cock when he had it in her mouth, she shook her head wildly. "Please, no!" she begged him. "Not there. I don't like anal sex," she lied with convincing fear in her voice.

"You just never been fucked in the ass by a pro, and I'm a real pro," he said smugly. He continued reaming out her small hole with his finger and when he pulled it out, she had a brief hope that he was going to leave her ass alone. Instead, he pressed two fingers into her ass and worked them around even more forcefully.

Sheila's ass was stretching out and he was somehow able to remain just below the level of force that would cause her real pain. His cock was still filling her pussy, but he wasn't thrusting into her as often or as deeply while he concentrated on her small back hole. When he pressed a third finger inside her, Sheila knew that he wasn't going to stop until his dick was buried in her ass and she hoped that he would be quick and get out of her just as fast. When he pulled his three fingers from her ass, he also pulled his cock from her pussy and Sheila braced herself for what she expected would be a painful assault on her asshole.

He pressed the tip of his cock into the center of her open ass and pushed his way into her. It wasn't nearly as bad as she expected and in fact, it didn't hurt at all. But she did feel incredibly full deep inside her where his cock was resting. The man started fucking her slowly and Sheila found a measure of relief in that. He was barely inside her for a minute when he suddenly shoved himself into her and stayed there. She could feel his cock pulsing deep inside her tummy and Sheila thought she could feel his cum filling her bowel. He grunted twice more with small thrusts accompanying each sound and then he was spent. He remained inside her for several seconds and then pulled back, letting his soft cock fall out with barely a sound.

The room was quiet except for the heavy breathing of the three adults. Sheila remained still in her position over the back of the chair and wondered what they planned to do with her next. She didn't have to wait long. Two sets of hands picked her up by her arms and led her stumbling back down the hall and into her bedroom. They sat her on the bed without a word and she could feel their eyes on her nude body again. Finally, the original attacker spoke up. "We're going to leave you for now and not gag you again, but if you make a single sound, you won't live to regret it. Understood?"

Sheila nodded dumbly. That was it? They weren't going to kill her? This had to be a trick, she thought. Nevertheless, she remained quiet and heard two sets of footsteps going quietly down the hall. She strained her ears and heard the two men moving around in the front of her apartment and talking in muted voices. Several minutes went by and after what seemed like an eternity, she was certain that she heard a door open and close. She waited a few more seconds before deciding she was alone and then resumed her earlier struggle to somehow get free.

The sound of approaching footsteps caused her to freeze in place. Someone approached with a confident walk and then reached behind her to loosen and remove the hood covering her eyes. She blinked from the sudden light and saw her boyfriend, Bobby standing in front of her. She broke into a smile.

"It's about time," she told him. "Get these off of me" nodding back to the handcuffs, He pulled a small key from his shirt pocket and released the cuffs to free her wrists. She brought her arms in front of her and rubbed her wrists. "Don't leave those things on so long next time," she grumbled. Looking back up at him she broke into a broad smile. "That was fucking awesome!" she squealed happily. "But you owe me a new shirt and underwear."