She lay in bed, lightly running her fingers over her stomach, marvelling at how quickly she'd managed to lose her baby weight. She'd given birth five months previously, and had been exercising daily. She ran her hands over her breasts, still heavy with breastfeeding. She knew her husband, John, was running late, as he had been nearly every night since their child was born.
Suddenly, she sat up straight. She could hear a noise, coming from the back door. John always came through the front door. She stood up, ready to run and protect her baby, but then her bedroom door opened.
"Well, what do we have here?"
That was not John's voice. She sat back down, groping for some kind of weapon on her bedside table. Three men entered her bedroom, silhouetted in the dark. They were all tall, one thickset, one skinny, and one roughly average for his height. The thickset one came over to her, and grasped her wrist, making her gasp in shock. "What are you doing honey?"
Suddenly, the baby started crying. She looked at her baby monitor in horror, willing her child to stop crying, and by some miracle, it did. The man holding her looked at the other two men; she could feel his evil grin.
"Well, well, well, we have us a yummy mummy, boys. What's your name sugar?"
"V-v-vienetta" she stuttered. "Vienetta, hey? Like the ice cream?" He pulled her off the bed and turned her so she was facing the others. "What do you think boys?"
"I think I would love to taste her cream," leered the average man. He moved towards her, holding something in his hand. It was two strips of cloth. She felt one being fastened over her eyes, and one became her gag. She could still feel one holding her arms behind her back. Then she felt fingers pulling her pussy lips apart. She tried to kick out her legs, but he quickly held them firm. They lifted her onto the bed so she was lying on her back. Then she felt the last man come over.
"I wasn't kidding about wanting to taste her cream." She felt large hands grab her breasts, squeezing hard. She tried to scream, it hurt so much, but the gag prevented her from doing so. She then felt a mouth over her nipple, tugging and biting, causing it to go hard. He then started suckling, and she felt her milk go. "There we are sweetheart, wasn't so hard, was it?" The man holding her legs pulled them apart, and then used his fingers to start rubbing her clit. She moaned, she hadn't had sex since before the baby was born, and this felt so good, even though it was forced. She heard them all chuckle. "Feel good, does it honey?" She felt him push his fingers into her pussy, at the same time the mouth on her nipple changed breasts, she felt her milk come down from her other breast. She bucked, her pussy clenching on the fingers inside of her, as she moaned again, hating the fact that she was loving this.