Disclaimer: Any sexual acts depicted involve only characters ages 18 or older. This is a work of fiction.
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"Take us to your bedroom, bitch." The incredibly strong black convict dragged Linda down corridors in search of a good place to rape her. She let him. Feeling helpless, all she could think about were her girls.
'They get back from school at 3:30PM,' she thought. That was seven and a half hours from now. Whatever happened, she needed to make sure that these men were not in the house by the time Tara and Olivia got home. Even with her own life in peril, Linda could only think about her precious daughters.
"Ah, here we go," Deion said with glee. He shoved the pretty mother into the master bedroom and onto the bed. His partner came in right behind him. "Take off those bottoms."
"Please don't make me do this."
Her gaze darted back and forth between the two men while noting the bulge beneath Deion's shorts. The other one was probably just as hard, only the thick material of the jeans hid his erection.
"Aaron, you want to give our hot mama here a hand?"
"No! Please!!" Linda screeched. The wiry young Caucasian convict leapt onto the bed, grabbed onto the waistband of her bottoms with both hands on either side of her hips, and tore them down to her ankles in one brutal motion. Linda struggled, but soon the pajama bottoms were bunched about her ankles. Then they were slipping off.
Completely naked now, Linda flung one arm across her breasts and hid the slit of her pussy with her other hand.
"Hot mama, you better fuckin' COOPERATE. I'm serious," Deion growled. The musclebound convict tore off his orange prison jumpsuit shirt and slid the black cotton shorts down to his ankles, tossing them both aside. His feet were already bare. But that wasn't what had drawn Linda's gaze. She gaped in utter horror at the long and intimidating spike of an African cock that pulsed with blood, fully engorged.
"Yeah, bitch, Deion's got the biggest cock you've ever seen. I can see it on your face," the white convict, the one named Aaron, said with a mix of amusement, gloating cruelty, and raw anticipation.
Something in Linda changed. The panic inside of her, she was finally able to thrust it aside and just focus on what mattered most. The need to survive.
'I have to get through this,' she thought, 'for the sake of my girls if nothing else.' This was going to be horrible. This was going to be a nightmare. But she just had to... she just had to be strong. Only the thoughts of her family and all those she cared about gave her the will to face this.