It had been weeks since her awful ordeal at the hands of the drug dealer and his friends. Shelly had only spoken with Judy once, and it was a short conversation. She went about her normal life, trying to forget what she had been through. But it was not easy.
Physically, she had healed. Her pussy had been fucked raw. She had had her tubes tied, so was not worried about pregnancy, but went to her doctor a week after it had happened, and had gotten tested for STD’s. She was happy when she heard she was all clear.
Mentally, she had not healed.
During the night, when things were quiet, her thoughts drifted. At times she could not believe what had happened to her. It did not seem real. Then other times, images would fill her mind, sexual images, and she would feel aroused and then guilty and ashamed.
“How could I have enjoyed any of that?”
“Was I drugged?”
Then pictures of the large cocks that were forced into her and how she was fucked so many times and then the disgusting thought of the two orgasms she had. She was revolted and aroused at the same time. She committed herself to forgetting all about it and putting her life back together.
Hector, was another matter. For some reason, he could not get the petite white housewife out of his mind. He’d fucked hundreds of whores, but this one was different to him. She stayed in his mind and he knew he’d have to have her one more time.
Finding her was easy. He’d see her sister Judy. He knew some coke and some conversation, and the dumb bitch would spill all. That was easy. Getting into her house and having her, another. He needed a plan.
He began to watch her comings and goings and found when she was alone. It took him a day or two to come up with the plan.
Shelly’s doorbell rang and she went to answer it. As she looked out the peephole, she saw a petite Latino looking girl. She looked no older than 18 and was dressed like a domestic.
“I’m so sorry to trouble you. My name is Maria. I’m on my way to my job and my car had broken down. Could I call my employer and tell them I’m going to be late?” Asked the young girl. Shelly looked at the sweet young lady and then at the old car out in front of her house. She felt sorry for her and opened the door.
“Of course.” Said Shelly.
Maria thanked Shelly and closed the door behind her, making sure it was unlocked, before letting Shelly lead her into the kitchen where a phone was. Maria lifted the hook and dialed a phony number. She spoke for a few seconds and turned to Shelly to tell her thank you.
Shelly never heard the words spoken by Maria. She was grabbed and lifted off of her feet by a huge man. She screamed, but a huge dark hand already covered her mouth. She struggled but could barely move as the man held her tight against his body.
“Hello, sexy momma. Remember me?” Hector whispered in her ear.
Shelly screamed in his hand as she realized who was now holding her.
“Relax momma, and we’ll have a good time. Just like last time.” Said Hector.
Then a large knife was opened in front of her eyes.
“Fight me, and I’ll cut you so no man would want you. Understand?” He sneered at her.
Shelly began to sob into Hector’s hand. He asked her again, and this time she nodded yes.
Hector carried the struggling housewife over to her dinning room table. He pushed everything on it onto the floor and then dropped Shelly onto the table on her ass. He pushed her onto her back, holding her arms down.
“Now, let’s party momma.” He said to her.
Shelly felt her shoes being taken off and was horrified to see the young girl, Maria undoing her laces and removing her socks.
“No, please don’t do this. Please don’t hurt me. Just leave, please.” Shelly begged.
Maria ignored Shelly and did what she had been told to do. She quickly reached for the top of Shelly’s slacks and undid them. Shelly struggled slightly, but Maria quickly removed her slacks and panties. Her pussy was now exposed.
