They Took It All Or Did They

They took it all. Or did they?

This is a non-consensual home invasion story. There is no significant character development, just the sordid details of a wife who is taken by a stranger in her own home.

© go4itnow

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It had been a wonderful evening. Rachael and I had been out with friends celebrating a fifth wedding anniversary at an upmarket restaurant in the city centre. During the meal our friends Mary and Rob gave us the exciting news that they were also expecting their first child, and we were both thrilled for them. With our anniversary and their news, it made a great night of celebrations.

In the taxi home Rachael and I had become a bit more serious about starting our own family and flashing some stocking clad leg at me, she had laughingly suggested that we could start tonight as she was ovulating and definitely in the mood for sex. As I ran my hand up her leg, I felt my cock stir at the thought of some unprotected sex with my gorgeous wife. It had been so long since I hadn't needed a condom to protect against pregnancy that I felt excited at what could occur. I was however a bit more cautious and sounded a note of reason.

"Rachael, you know that I would love a family, but..."

"I knew there would be a but coming" she replied.

"Well, you know that later this year I could be up for promotion and that would mean a lot more money and in turn that could mean a bigger house. A house to raise a family in."

"Yes" sighed Rachael, "I know you are probably right, but you have spoilt my visions for later tonight."

"I'm sorry, but well we can still enjoy each other." As I said this, I ran my hand right up Rachael's stocking clad leg and exposed her suspender straps pulled tight against her creamy skin. Glancing up I caught the taxi driver staring at what I was doing in the mirror, and we grinned at each other.

"Mark what are you doing, not here, someone might see." As Rachael said this she half nodded toward our driver.

I chuckled knowing that he had already had a view of her creamy skin and long legs. In fact, this made me want to show more of my wife off to him, and so I resumed my stroking of her leg whilst kissing her deeply. This cut off any chance for her to complain and I pushed her dress up higher until my hand met her panties. She must have felt this as she struggled a bit and muttered into my kiss, but I didn't give her a chance to complain out loud and just kept up my explorations.

When my fingers met her obviously damp panty covered mound, she moaned into my mouth. As I looked towards our driver, I could see him glued to the rear-view mirror. In fact, it was a miracle that we didn't crash as his eyes appeared to be out on stalks as I deliberately flashed him a view of Rachael's mound covered only by a pair of white lace panties. The dark tell of her bush was clearly visible and I wondered how far I could take this and so I slipped my hand inside her panties and managed to wiggle a couple of fingers into her sopping slot. This caused her to really buck against me and also produced an even louder moan that had to be audible to the driver.

I kept fingering her and knew from experience that she would probably come off quite quickly. Our mouths had moved apart, but her face was buried in my neck, and she was sighing and moaning as I frigged her. Suddenly she stiffened and let out a really loud sob and she came on my hand. I kept on until her spasms had died down and she said, "Enough Mark, please no more, I...."

Sitting up she regained a bit of composure and hissed at me, "Mark I can't believe we just did that; I mean we're in a taxi, and well..."

"What the driver might see you orgasm? Oh, he did believe me, and he heard it as well."

"No Mark, I mean.. oh I'm so embarrassed. I've never, that is.."

"Sshh, it's okay. He enjoyed the show and will probably go somewhere and jack off thinking about what he saw and heard."

"What did he see?"

"Well I made sure he saw your mound covered by your very wet panties and.."

"No Mark that is so nasty..."

Rachael looked at me with a flushed face and smiled but couldn't bring herself to look at the driver. Looking down she hastily pulled her dress down and rested her head on my shoulder for the remainder of the journey home. When we arrived at our house, I let Rachael out and she scurried off to the front door without a backward glance while I paid for the taxi. The driver smiled at me and said, "You've got a right little hottie there. She certainly got me all worked up. If you'll excuse me saying so, I think she will need a good seeing to tonight, if you know what I mean?"

I did indeed know what he meant and smiled conspiratorially at him. With that I hurried off to the door of our house and looked inside. Something felt off to me, but I couldn't place what it was until much later on, and by then it was too late. "Rachael, where are you?" Silence and not a sound anywhere. I went to the lights and turned them on. "Rachael, are you okay?" Still no reply. Odd I thought as I climbed the stairs, perhaps she has gone straight to bed? As I came to the top of the stairs, I caught a faint smell of something strange, but I still couldn't think what it was and so I entered our bedroom.

As I came into the room, I saw Rachael being held by a tall man in his twenties. Her face registered fear and just as I made a lunge for the guy, a pair of big hands gripped my jacket, pulled it down until my arms were rendered useless by the constriction of the jacket. "What the fu..." I started to say, only to hear a deep gruff voice in my ear.

"Don't do anything silly, nothing you might regret. We mean you no harm, we just want your jewellery and money and then we'll be on our way."

Getting over my initial shock I said, "We don't have any jewellery, at least nothing of value and as for money well not very much at all."

My response was met by a whack to my head which knocked me to the floor. "Wrong answer. Now here we are trying to be reasonable, and you give us an answer like that."

With a slightly groggy head, I looked up at the man and said, "But it's true. Look around, does it look as if we have lots of money? We have only been married a few years."

The man shaped to kick me, but my wife intervened. "It's true, what he says mister, we really don't have anything of value. Have a look for yourselves."

"Oh, we have and found nothing at all. We thought you might have a safe somewhere, but..."

"Fuck this" said the young man restraining Rachael, let's go and cut our losses. We won't get anything of value here."

"Mmm, you might be right, unless.."

The stocky man moved across to Rachael and cupped her face in one of his big hands. "She might be worth the visit after all."

"What do you mean?" asked the younger man.

"I mean, I think that I will have her."

"But we didn't come here for that."

"Shut it, I said I'm going to have her."

"Well, I'm not" replied the younger man.

"No, you take care of hubby there. Tie his hands and make him sit on the floor there."

The younger man let go of Rachael and produced a length of cord from his pocket. He sat me up and as my addled brain tried to process what was happening, tied my hands very thoroughly until I couldn't move. He then tied my ankles.

"Why are you doing this?" asked Rachael.

"Think of it as business. We came to do some business, but the cupboard was bare and well let's just say this will help compensate us. Well compensate me at least."

The stocky man faced my wife and smiled. "You really are gorgeous. How old are you?"

"I'm 30, why do you ask?"

"Any kids?" asked the man suddenly looking around in alarm.

"No not yet."

"Well, you are sure going to make one fine mother, now take that dress off."

"Please leave her alone, or I will.." I shouted.

Looking at me the stocky man said, "Or you'll what? From here I don't think that you can do anything about this."

He was right. Sitting bound hand and foot I felt helpless and cursed our situation.

With more forcefulness the man turned to Rachael and said again "I said get that dress off."

"No, I won't it's not right, I..."

"If you know what's good for you, you will do exactly as I say. Now..."

Rachael said, "Okay, okay but I can't, that is I need help with the zipper, I..."

"Here let me" said the stocky man as he moved behind her and undid the clasp on her dress. After pulling down the zip, he brushed the dress it across her shoulders, and it fell slowly down her body until it was draped around her heeled sandals.

"Wow" was the response from the man. "You are gorgeous. I love a woman in stockings and with those killer heels."

He fiddled behind her back and undid her bra. She tried to cover her breasts, but he pulled the bra away from her and forced her hands down by her sides. Standing behind her he brought his big hands up and cupped her lovely breasts. I could see him tweaking her nipples and as I watched they became hard! We could all see my wife's perky breasts springing to attention and the young man next to me put his hand down to his jeans to adjust what looked to be a sizeable hardon.

Rachael was now dressed in only her lace panties, stockings and garter belt and heeled sandals. In any other situation I would have shared the view of these burglars that she looked gorgeous, but right now she looked vulnerable and afraid. The brute who was fondling her, started to undo his shirt and when the last button was undone, he dropped it to the floor revealing a large very hairy chest, a big gut and large muscular arms. Turning my wife to face him he told her, "Undo my belt love."

As if in a trance I watched as Rachael reached out and undid his trouser belt.

"Now unbutton me and pull them down," said the man.

Again, Rachael complied with trembling fingers and with some difficulty yanked them over what was a very big bulge.

"That's it now, now it's time for you to make his acquaintance, so pull them down."

All three us were transfixed as this lovely vision dressed in high end lingerie knelt to remove the boxers of her assailant. Rachael grasped each side and gently pulled them down. As soon as they cleared the bulge, a huge cock sprung free and as she continued to pull them down a pair of abnormally large swollen balls were revealed, framing his cock. Eventually she had his underwear to the floor, and he put his hands on her shoulders and kicked them away.

"Good love, you're doing great. Now it's time for you to greet him properly, open your mouth and show your appreciation."

Rachael hesitated and looked aghast. "I can't, that is I don't suck, I..."

"What never given your old man head? Oh dear oh dear. Well, there's always a first time."

It was true that Rachael had always shied away from doing this for me, saying it wasn't normal. But I think we all knew she was going to have to do it now.

"Let me show you how," said the man. He took hold of his cock and brushed it across Rachael's lips. "Open your mouth."

"No, I won't do it, I can't.."

"Open your mouth, or hubby gets a good kicking. Which is it to be?"

Rachael's eyes darted towards me and then turned back to her assailant as she gingerly opened her pretty mouth and stuck her tongue out until the tip brushed across his big glans. Swirling her tongue around on the end of his cock she then progressed to opening her mouth as she gazed on this monster of a cock. Eventually she appeared to steel herself and closed her mouth over his huge cock end.

" Yes, that's it, now suck me like you would when eating a lolly, and... oh yes that's it love, that feels ah, oh lovely."

I couldn't believe that Rachael appeared to be a natural at doing something that she had professed to hate. And yet here she was bobbing her head up and down this man's huge cock, lips stretched wide and eyes wide as she struggled for breath. As I watched she moved her hands onto his hairy bum and her delicate fingers gripped his flesh as she pleasured him.

After a couple of minutes, the man gasped and I thought that he was going to blow his load into her mouth, but no such luck. He heaved his cock out and said, "Wow got a bit close there, you have a real talent you know. You must do that for your husband he's going to love it."

"Now then love I, look what's your name I can't go on calling you love?"

"It's Rachael."

"What a lovely name for a lovely lady. Well, I'm Ron and I can promise you Rachael that you won't forget this. Now let's get you on that bed, I need to get a taste of you."

Rachael stared blankly at Ron, but he wasted no time and picked her up as if she weighed nothing at all. An image of beauty and the beast flashed through my mind as he carried her across the room, a big brute carrying a very feminine creature. He then gently laid her on our bed and then used his hands to move her legs apart. He then joined her on the bed, kneeling and looking at her like the predator he was. Even from my seated position I could see throught her panties to her dark trimmed bush that adorned her prominent mound. It might have been my imagination, but I thought I could see moisture seeping through the panties on her mound.

Ron moved between her legs still in a kneeling position and then surprised me by lowering his head and then when his nose came close to her panty covered sex he took a deep breath. "Hmmm, I love the smell of a fertile woman Rachael, and you are, aren't you? You have the smell of a ripe woman. He then took hold of her lace panties and slowly pulled them down over her hips and down her legs. Once they cleared her sandals, he held them up to his face and inhaled deeply. "Mmm, lovely just lovely. Here Pete stuff these in hubbys' mouth, he can enjoy her musk, and it will keep him quiet."

Ron tossed my wife's panties to his mate who also had a sniff and rubbed his cock through his jeans before turning his attention to me. As soon as the garment came close to my face, I could smell Rachael's feminine scent. Pete, as I now knew his name, grabbed my head and said, "Open your mouth." I complied and realised that the panties were sodden with my wife's nectar. My senses were overloaded by the scent of a fertile woman.

Rachael said nothing by way of reply to Rons question on her fertility, but when Ron stuck out his big tongue and licked her sex from top to bottom, she let out a loud sob. Ron looked at me and his mate, smiled, and then declared "Lovely, she tastes just lovely." And with that he set to work plating her as I had never done. It only took a few seconds and Rachael started to moan and weave her hips in response, and then to my alarm she moved her hands onto his bald head and pulled him towards her sex!

"Oh no, help me, forgive me I'm going to cum, I ah, ooohhhh, yes, yes yes!"

Her thrashing and moaning were a signal to us all that she had cum spectacularly over her abuser's face. And Ron wasn't stopping. He kept licking and nibbling and probing with his big tongue and lips and he was producing a reaction in my wife that I had never seen before. I know that she had been aroused earlier in the taxi and she was probably ready for more sex, but this, with a rapist? And yet her body's obvious excitement was there for us all to see, both in her physical response and also the sounds that were coming from deep within her.

Ron suddenly stopped his ministrations and knelt up between her legs. His cock was now fully erect and had to be I estimated a good eight inches of veiny rock-hard flesh. Whilst not massive in length his girth was huge. Even from where I sat, I could see his big uncircumcised flared cock head and a big strand of precum was drooling from his cock head. Even his big belly did nothing to disguise the fact that this man was blessed with an abnormally large cock.

My revery was broken by Ron saying, "Right then Rachael, time for the main event, are you ready for me?"

Rachael looked up at the brute as he held his cock in his hand. "Please don't do this, I don't want it, I.."

"Now then, remember what I said, would you like me to rearrange hubby's face?"

"No, I.."

"Right, let's get to it then."

"Condom, please use a condom."

"Not on the pill, eh? I thought that you might be a Catholic when I saw the cross and rosary beads in your lounge. Well, I'm afraid I don't use condoms, I like to feel skin to skin with my women."

"Please no, we are trying for a.."

Rachael didn't finish her sentence, but I knew she was going to say that we were going to try and start a family.

Ron finished it for her though, "You trying to start a family with hubby there? How lovely. Well don't worry Rachael I'm here to help. My sperm is good and strong, and I can guarantee satisfaction, so let's get to it."

I was mortified by what this brute had said and managed to push the panties out of my mouth so that I could shout, "No please don't. Don't make her have your baby, please use a condom."

"Sorry mate but she's too good to pass over and besides she'll look good when her belly swells with my big strong healthy baby."

I felt like a pile of skin and bones as I sat bound, helpless to prevent the defilement of my wife and her potential impregnation. My throat was dry, and my palms felt sweaty. As I glanced at the other intruder who was crouching near me, I could see his look of fascination at what was happening. He had undone his trousers and was unashamedly stroking himself!

"Please don't do it" I heard Rachael cry, and my eyes were drawn back to the bed where Ron was mounting my wife. Supporting himself with one mighty arm, he took hold of his cock and dragged the big cock head through Rachael's sex. Any hope I had that she wasn't wet and lubricated was dashed as I could plainly see the wetness on his cock. When he was happy that he was wet enough he centred his cock into the split of her womanhood and pushed. Pushed with his big muscular bum until his cock had popped through Rachael's tight cuntal ring. This elicited a gasp from her and a moan. I knew that she had never had a cock this big before and I suspected that it must be hurting her. But he kept pushing in a slow but steady manner until he had buried his whole cock deep in her snatch, his big balls pushed snugly up to her taut bum.

"Aahhh you're too big, please take it out it hurts."

"It's okay you will get used to it, just give it a few minutes. I guess hubby isn't as big as me?"

"No, he's not, he's..."

Rachael realised what she had said and implied. That my cock was smaller than her rapist's. She turned her head sideways for the first time and her eyes bored into my soul. Her face was flushed and full of concern. But she was right of course, my cock was smaller, but so were most men's cocks I imagined.

They lay with Ron taking his weight on his arms, letting Rachael get accustomed to his size and then he started slow, almost imperceptible movements with his bum. Little flexing motions as he started to move within my wife's tight vagina. The movement slowly got more pronounced, and he eventually was withdrawing his cock nearly all the way out and then slowly pushing it home again.

"Oh, my cervix, I can feel you" Rachael said to no one in particular.

"Yes dear, just where I like to be when I spew my seed, right at your front door."

"No, please, I..."

Whatever Rachael was going to say never made it from her lips, because at that moment Ron started to up the tempo. He started to thrust more strongly into my wife, still holding himself up on his arms. This caused softer mewling sounds from my wife, and she started to whimper.

"Oh no, not that please, don't let me, oh I..."

"Yes, cum for me Rachael. Let it go on my big cock, I know you want to."

"Can't, no, not right, I... oh yes Ron there, cumming, don't stop."

I was crestfallen as my wife very visibly and audibly orgasmed on her rapist's cock. Her hands suddenly clasped his big biceps as she strained against his bulk, cumming hard on his invading cock. Eventually she collapsed back on the mattress with her eyes closed and breathing hard. Ron meanwhile just smiled down at her and continued to thrust in and out, over and over again. I could start to hear a wet squelchy noise coming from Rachael's cunt and the noise seared itself on my brain. Rachael was creaming and lubricating her rapist's cock as it drove deep inside her.