Pitch darkness!
Candi Palmer lay fast asleep in her comfy kingsize bed. Snuggled up tightly to her stuffed Rabbit with only a sheet covering her body. The mid summer heat forced the covers aside to allow her ceiling fan to focus on her needs. The torrential rain had returned pounding on the roof. It helped ease her off to sleep. Until lightning strikes. Yet her weary eyes lost out quickly thereafter. Her Bunny would take care of her.
In her slumber she dreamt that her loving Husband Damian had returned home from Iraq. He raced into her awaiting arms and picked her up swinging her around limply through the air. So in love that their lips met and glued together for what seemed like forever.
A smile crossed her lips at her dreams content. So vivid. So real. So beautiful.
In her state she was lost to the world. So deeply lost that she hadn't heard the power go out. Her ceiling fan rotating until a dead stop. Literally only the wind and rain pounding above her could be heard.
From upstairs the storm sounded horrible. So loud that she could never have possibly overheard the gentle creaking of her front door open and close. Nor the sounds of multiple footsteps coming up her staircase on tiptoe. Her intruders however could hear her sighing giggles that accompany her dream.
Silently, they stalked toward her bed using only a penlight to guide their way.
They had no real clue where exactly she was in the house but knew easily that her giggles would lead the way upstairs.
She might as well have left a trail of popcorn to her bed.
Surrounding her bed from all angles five men stood there listening to her dreaming mind. In their own way her intruders found it relaxing. Their nerves were already on edge.
A leader takes point and carefully sits down at her shoulders. He moves his arm into position to ease into his attack. Palm finding her mouth he seizes her jaw and clamps over it tightly.
Immediately, Candi awakens and stares terrified into the darkness. Her only thoughts were mumbled loudly out of shock. Squealing a verse of "Holy shit."
A deep burly voice enters her space, "Take her."
She swiftly found hands grabbing her ankles and forcing them wide as she felt thin ropes wrapping around them. Her left arm also found itself seized. She clawed at her assailant with her one free hand but his weight easily held her at bay.
Finally, she felt her limbs being pulled tight to her headboard and the back pillars of her bed frame.
A hand claims her remaining wrist and shackles it snugly. This allowed her handler to calm her by stroking her hair.
"Be silent. If you scream I'll be forced to harm you. When I release your mouth I expect cooperation. Am I clear?"
She nods beneath his grip as he gently released her mouth.
Shivering frantically she whispers, "Who are you? Why are you doing this to me? What have I done to deserve this?"
The men all stand up in unison and leer down at her. She feels one of them lean down and peel the remaining sheet from her body. Now she lay totally nude and spread eagle.
"I observed you a few days ago at your job. Quite the slut I must say. My associates here were intrigued by my story. So intrigued they optioned this little adventure."
Another man growled from the foot of the bed.
"Is it true you fucked a weightlifter as he benched his weights?"
She swallows hoarsely, "I rode him for like a minute just for show. Yes."
Yet another man snaps, "Did you deep throat another man right in front of everyone?"
Again she quakes, "I did. Yes."
In order another man hisses, "You allowed another man to jerk off over your ass until he jizzed?"
She smiles lightly, "That was nice. Yes."
A fourth man chimes in, "Why do you do this each day?"
She sighs, "I enjoy making men happy. I suspect you want me to make you happy. True?"
The first man mutters, "What makes us happy requires pain. You must be punished for your whorish displays."
"PUNISHED?" She nearly pissed all over her bedding.
"SILENCE!" The man roared.
She whines under her breath as she feels two of the men crawl on to the bed between her legs. Gloves are removed and she feels fingers probing her pussy. Inserting two fingers he rolls his wrist from left to right. It felt delightful even though she wanted to panic.
"Four fingers in that cunt." Barks presumably the Leader.
"Just fist this bitch."
"All in good time."
Lightning flashes through her window giving her a glimpse of her assailants. They were tall and buff. Almost familier in stature. Her imagination ran wild. Had Damian instigated this? Were these people whom had played with her before just wanting more?
"Pussy's lubbing up like crazy. She's hot."
Candi moans at his insertions, digging, twisting, prying her lips wider.
The wind whipped louder outside as the torrential rain devasted the roof. Lightning flashing sporadically to a thunderous symphony of an angered God above.
Candi endures their rough treatment. Maybe she deserved this reality check. Maybe they deserved her perserverence. Candi though spooked was ready for a long traumatizing night. More worried about the weather outside than her rape. Was she willing? Sure she was.
She knew her interior surveilence cameras were out of order with the power out. If this went really bad there would be no proof of her attack. She would just have to ride it out. Just like the storm.
The man who had clamped her mouth. His aftershave seemed familier. Where had she smelled it before? Her thoughts jarbled by the ravaging fingers stimulating her G-spot with vigor. She might just cum in a matter of minutes.
Moaning escalates echoing against the crackling thunder. Without warning her juices squirt vividly across her assailants knuckles. Lubing her even more. With the added substance the man removes his fingers to let his friend take over. This man had darker intentions. He wanted to make this cunt scream bloody murder.
