The rape continued unabated all night...at least it seemed so to Martin, as he drifted in and out of consciousness...the drugs they'd given him didn't put him out completely, but this was even worse... every time he rose painfully out of the darkness of his half-dreams, he woke into a nightmare... his beautiful, sweet, gentle Madeleine on the bed... moaning, crying, thrashing helplessly...while the four brutal and filthy men took turns...sometimes one at a time, sometimes two or more...grunting and laughing...having their way with her small, girlish body...slick with perspiration, and sticky with their foul semen and saliva...sometimes she would cry out to him in her soft, trembling voice..."help me, Martin, please!"
Sometimes he'd just catch her gazing painfully over at him through tear-filled eyes while another one of the large black intruders heaved and pounded between her parted legs...once, he awoke to find her choking down the last remnants of one man's spunk that he'd just unleashed into her throat...another time, he watched her being crushed between two hard black bodies that had entered her from both sides, rising and falling in unison, as Madeleine gasped and squealed with each thrust... her dark, curly hair was now matted with sweat and cum...it clung to her pretty oval face and delicate shoulders, and her soft, full lips trembled with terror, rage, and exhaustion...would they ever stop?
Martin wondered himself...why had they come here?... how had they gotten in?...and how did they administer the drugs that had clearly rendered him unable to lift a finger in defense of his beloved new bride?... they had to know that they'd be home alone tonight... having a quiet dinner and a movie...they must have been watching, waiting, and planning this attack...but for how long, and from where?...all Martin remembered was drifting off to sleep on the sofa with Maddy in his arms, dressed in the sensual black satin teddy that she'd bought just for tonight.
