Karen Williams lay in her bed, her blonde hair in curlers, reading a steamy romance novel. Frank, her husband, had to go out of town on an overnight business trip, but he was due to return the next evening. She would have gone with him, but the two days involved were the busiest at her job, and she couldn't afford to take the time off. Karen wasn't worried about being by herself overnight, because the ranch-style home she and Frank owned and lived in was in a safe part of a generally law-abiding city.
As Karen read further into the novel, some of the more salacious parts especially aroused her interest, and she raised her cotton nightgown to let the fingers of her right hand squeeze inside her panties to her pussy. Gently, using the index and middle fingers, she pinched together the folds of skin surrounding her clit, and started rhythmically squeezing it while stroking herself. Karen didn't intend to masturbate to a climax, but she liked the deliciously naughty feeling she got when the warm juices quickly were secreted by her pussy.
She thought she heard a noise, and looked toward the open doorway. Two hulking men were standing there. Karen had been reading by the ceiling light, and she could see by its illumination that they were both close to six feet tall and were dressed entirely in black, with stockings pulled down over their heads. She could see they were both white, with dark hair, but the nylon coverings were distorting their faces so much, she could tell nothing more about them.
"Who are you? Get out of my house!" she demanded.
Neither man said anything, but they entered the room, separating so one was coming at her on either side of the bed. Desperately, Karen tried to bolt between them and head for the open door, but one of the men grabbed her before she could even get clear of the sheet that had been the only covering on her bed. He held her tightly around the waist and lifted her off the mattress, while she kicked and struggled in his grasp.
"Hey! We got a real tigress here," he exclaimed to his accomplice.
"I hope she's that wild when we're fucking her."
"Let me go!" Karen demanded. Realizing that she was not in a position to make any demands, she tried another tactic.
"Please let me go. Please don't hurt me. You can have my money and my car; just don't hurt me."
The man holding her laughed at the offer. "If we want your money and car, and anything else, we'll take them after we get done taking turns fucking you." He shifted his arm and squeezed one of her breasts with his other hand. "You sure got some nice tits here. Let's get a better look at 'em." He released the breast and started ripping the flimsy fabric of her nightgown.
The other man started coming across the bed to help strip her, and Karen kicked at him, hoping to connect with his testicles. She missed the first time, and her second attempt struck him harmlessly on the hip, probably hurting her own bare foot more than it hurt him. He just laughed and, the next time she lashed out with her foot, he caught it and moved in closer, grabbing her other ankle and getting in between her legs, where she couldn't kick him any more. As Karen tried to punch or claw the assailant in front of her, she was dismayed, with a sinking, powerless feeling, when her hands bounced ineffectively off his shoulders and upper arms. Not even inconvenienced, he moved in, grabbed her torn nightgown and ripped it off, leaving her clad only in her panties. Seconds later, he had yanked them off too, leaving their victim naked and bereft of even a shred of dignity.
"Remember, I get to fuck her first," declared the man whose arm was holding her tightly around the waist.
"I know. Just lay her on the bed and I'll hold her down. Don't forget to use a rubber. We don't wanna leave any DNA."
Unceremoniously, the first man dumped the helpless woman on the bed and leaned on her shoulders to pin her down, while his accomplice still held onto her ankles. The second man didn't release his grip until Karen's upper body was securely pinned in place by the first man, and, when he let go, he sprawled across her chest, as a wrestler might body press a helpless opponent. The first man moved away, out of Karen's line of sight while the other thug was covering her chest and shoulders, and all she could see was his burly torso. Her legs were free, and she blindly lashed out with her feet at anything that might present a target, but she knew there was little chance of doing anybody any harm.
The bed shook when the first man got back on, and Karen doubled her efforts at landing a solid kick. Abruptly, one foot was seized by two muscular hands, which quickly transferred their grip to her ankle. Her other foot was able to land a glancing blow but, seconds later, she felt the man's body move between her thighs, where her feet could do him no damage. Although not fully resigned to having the men brutally rape her, Karen almost despaired of being able to prevent it. Putting one hand on either of her knees, the first man spread her thighs, and Karen could almost feel his eyes as they dwelt on her naked pussy.
"Man, she got a great cunt," he announced to his partner.
"Well, hurry up and fuck it then. We ain't got all night, and I want some of it too."
"Now, now, when making love to a fine lady like the one we have here, one must not rush oneself." The man between her legs laughed at his own cruel jest.
Karen felt him seem to lean harder on her knees, and she could feel his bare legs between her thighs. She couldn't see what was happening to her, but the next thing she felt was something hard being pressed against her helpless pussy. The only similar object in her experience was the head of her husband's cock while they were starting to make love, and she realized the monster was about to have his evil way with her. Her protests were met with derisive laughter, and the horrid man's cock pressed harder against her, and the tip moved around seeking entrance.
Hey, whaddya know? Her cunt is all wet," he announced.
"She must have the hots for you. Maybe me too," the other man responded.
"If she doesn't have, she will, from the A-number-one fucking I'm gonna give her."
As deeply as possible, Karen regretted playing with her pussy just before the invasion of the two brutes. Not only had it given them a completely wrong impression, it would also help in the horrific violence they would be perpetrating against her. She felt the head of the man's cock being rubbed against the places where she knew she was wet, followed by a pressure against the tiny pink hole he wanted to violate. Suddenly, there was a burst of pain, and his cock was inside her. She begged him to stop, and for the other man to get off her, and for both of them to go away, but they ignored her pleas, except to laugh at them.
At least he had a semblance of compassion -- or maybe it was more fun for him -- that he didn't just ram his cock into her. Instead, he made a series of short thrusts, and she could feel her body being desecrated more deeply with each one, until the entire length of his thick shaft was inside her. He stayed like that for almost a minute, obviously enjoying himself, while Karen sobbed quietly at what was happening to her in her own bed in her own home.
"Man, she is really tight and wet," the man brayed. "This is gonna be a great piece of ass."
"Hurry up with it. I'm just as horny as you are," the other man demanded. He continued lying across Karen's body, pinning her helplessly on the bed, but she could also feel his hand moving around to fondle her breasts.
"Keep your pants on. For now, at least."
Karen felt the first rapist's cock being slowly withdrawn, but only part of the way. He paused for a few seconds, before driving it all the way back into her, even more deeply than it had been, and muttered something else about what a great cunt she had. Over and over, he repeated the stroke, thrusting slowly and ignoring his partner's insistence that he hurry up.
Suddenly, Karen realized that, not only were her home and her marriage bed being sullied, her own body was betraying her as well. The combination of the book she had been reading, and her own fondling of her clit, and the way the fiend's cock was stretching her pussy and cramming her so full, was causing her to respond to him. Although she hated the assailant, with every fiber of her being, her pussy seemed to have a mind of its own. Karen couldn't help herself; she was fucking back to meet the cock that was methodically plowing in and out of her. She hoped the man wouldn't notice it, so she could, at least, be spared that additional humiliation.
The hope was futile. "Hey man, she really digs my cock. Her cunt is fucking back at me. I wonder if I can make her cum. It's more fun that way." The man who had his cock inside Karen started thrusting it in even more slowly, and he started fondling her clit.
"Oh, please, don't let that happen," Karen prayed silently. "At least, let me be spared that."
It appeared as though her prayer would not be answered. Karen could feel her pussy lubricating, as the man plunged his cock into her, actually helping with its own defilement, and she couldn't help thrusting herself up to meet his long, deep strokes. Involuntarily, she moaned, and both men knew it was not from pain, at least not physical pain. The helpless woman hated what her body recognized: The cock that was being driven in and out of her pussy actually felt good.
