The Break-In

A couple in suburbia has their world turned upside down.

Ellen and her husband Andy were lying in bed, dozing off. It was just after 1am in the morning when the couple heard an intrusive noise downstairs.

“Andy!” the blonde wife hissed. Her eyes flew open on full alert and her heart was instantly pounding. “Did you hear that?”

“Yeah.” Her husband quietly slipped out of bed and pulled on some pants and a t-shirt to go and investigate. “Wait here.”

The forty-year-old watched her husband leave the bedroom and look over the bannister. He then looked back at his wife and shrugged before slowly and quietly making his way down the stairs. Ellen listened in bed, gripped by fear as she clung onto the duvet and hid a little.

After a few minutes, she wondered what was taking Andy so long. The blonde heard no clashing and banging. No screaming or fighting. It was as if her husband had disappeared into thin air.

“Ellen!” Andy suddenly called out, making her jump in bed. He didn’t sound in distress, so she slipped out of bed and ran to the bannister in a pair of panties and a long sleepwear blouse.

“Andy!” she shouted down.

“It’s fine! Come and have a look at what it is!”

Relieved they didn’t have an intruder in the house, Ellen rushed down the stairs and into the lounge, where she found her husband being held at gunpoint by two big men wearing all black clothing and balaclavas.

“Well, well, well. Look at what we have here.” The man standing on her husband’s left chuckled. “Take a seat on the sofa, Ellen, or…” the man pointed the gun at Andy’s head.

“No! I’ll do it!” the frightened wife freaked out, jumping towards the sofa.

“We want your jewellery, credit cards, all the cash in the house, and we will be taking the keys to your cars… along with your cars, of course.”

“Take whatever you want,” Andy begged. “Just don’t hurt us.”

The two men laughed. “Did you hear that, Alex?” The man with the gun spoke to his partner in crime. “Andy here says we can take whatever we want, as long as we don’t hurt them.”

The guy supposedly named Alex had his sinister eyes fixed on Ellen. The blonde shivered in fear when his gaze skirted the length of her legs and body through the scary balaclava.

“Yeah, boss, I heard him alright.”

“Hey!” Andy exclaimed. “You can take whatever you want but leave us alone. We promise not to tell anyone you were here.”

“Don’t sound so weak and pathetic in front of your pretty wife, Andy. We all know you’ll be phoning the police at the first opportunity.” The boss of the operation handed the gun over to Alex and then went and sat beside Ellen on the sofa. She flinched and trembled continuously.

“Relax, sweetie. I ain’t gonna hurt ya, and you can call me Fred.”

“Please don’t touch my wife,” Andy gritted his teeth, full or powerless anger.

“Your wife?” Fred laughed. “She’s my wife now, Andy.”

“Uuuu!” Ellen grunted as Fred put his arm along the back of the sofa, getting closer to her.

“What do you say, Ellen. Fancy being my wife for the night?” Fred tormented the blonde.

All Ellen could do was remain tense and scared, stuttering on the brink of breaking down. Fred nodded to his accomplice and Andy received a half-hearted, but still painful, pistol whip to the head.

“Ahhh! Fuck!” The husband leaned forwards, clutching the side of his head in agony.

“No! Don’t hurt him!” Ellen naturally tried to move but Fred pulled her back down.

“That’s just a hint of the pain we can inflict upon your husband if you don’t agree to become my wife for the night, Ellen.”

“Do you want me to hit him a little harder this time, boss?” Alex raised his hand, about to apply a second blow with the pistol.

“That’s up to Ellen.”

“No… please… don’t hit my husband again.”

“Your husband, Ellen?” Fred tutted and nodded at Alex.

“Fuuuuck!” Andy was struck again, drawing blood from a cut this time.

“Stop! Please!” Ellen begged.

“Get your arse over here, Andy. Sit on the other side of Ellen.”

Alex pointed the guy at Andy as he got up from the armchair and frog marched him over to his wife, wincing in pain and still holding his head.

“Now, Ellen, be my wife just for tonight and no more harm will come to Andy. He doesn’t mind you being my wife, do you, friend?”

“Just do as he says, honey,” Andy’s ego was raging.

“Please don’t do this to us,” Ellen began to sob.”

“I’m getting bored of these two. Just fucking shoot them, Alex.”

“Ok! Ok! I’m your wife! Ellen exclaimed in desperation, fearing for their lives as Alex raised the firearm at Andy.

“That wasn’t too difficult now, was it? Tell me whose wife you are, Ellen. I want to hear you say it with love and affection.”

Ellen turned to look at her husband, but Fred grabbed her long blonde hair, forcing her to look at him.

“Please don’t hurt her,” Andy pleaded.

“All she has to do is listen and comply to being my wife for a couple of hours.”

Ellen glared into Fred’s eyes through the holes in his balaclava. She saw they were blue like hers. “I’m your wife for tonight.”

“Prove it.”

“Uh… h… how?”

“Kiss me like you kiss Andy.”

Ellen hesitated until Alex raised the gun and pointed it at her husband again.

“Ok,” she murmured, closing her eyes while she leaned over and kissed Fred on the lips.

Their mouths opened and Fred slipped his tongue deep inside the blonde’s reluctant mouth. It eventually opened up and the two started kissing properly while Andy sat powerless on the other side of his wife.

“That’s better,” Fred, parted the kiss. “What do you think of my wife, Andy? Isn’t she a hot piece of ass?”

“Y… yeah,” he stuttered.

“Now, just relax, baby, while I make you a little more comfortable.” Fred began to unbutton Ellen’s blouse.

The blonde gulped and exhaled slowly, counting down the buttons until they were all undone. Her eyes then closed in shame when Fred pulled his side of her blouse open.

“Mmm, what do you reckon, Alex?”

“Very nice,” Alex grinned, staring at Ellen’s big round exposed tit whilst keeping the gun pointed at Andy. “I wonder if the other one looks just as good.”

“I’m sure it does,” Fred smirked. Be a good boy, Andy, and open the other side of my wife’s pretty blouse for her.”

Ellen couldn’t believe what was happening to them. A normal evening in suburbia had turned in to nightmare from a horror movie.

“It’ll be ok, Ellen,” Andy croaked, then pulled his side of her blouse open, helping expose his wife’s bare chest to the room.

“Thanks, friend,” Fred taunted Andy after he uncovered Ellen’s other breast.

“Great tits!” Alex groaned, squeezing the bulge at the front of his pants. “Look how hard the slut’s nipples are!”

“Ah, ah, ah, Alex. That’s no way to talk to my wife.”

“Sorry, boss.” The pair of masked men chuckled.

“Mmm, but they do look rather turned on,” Fred cupped Ellen’s tit and lowered his head into her chest. She gasped and closed her eyes, unable to watch as an intruder started groping her tits and sucking on her nipples.

Andy couldn’t watch either, as another man devoured his wife’s breasts right under his nose. He wanted that gun so he could shoot the men right between the eyes, but he didn’t have the gun, so he remained sat beside his wife, enduring the agony of another man taking liberties with his wife.

“Keep your eyes open, Andy!” Alex snapped. You won’t want to miss watching Ellen getting turned on.”

“Do you like my wife’s big tits, Andy?” Fred came up for a breather, but he was still groping her.

“Y… ye… yes,” Andy grimaced. He was traumatised.

“Ellen, who’s your husband?” Fred played with her sensitive nipples.

“You are,” the blonde replied.

“What a good wife you are. Your husbands feeling horny right now. What are you going to do about it?”

“Wh… what do… do you want me to do?”

“I want you to love and satisfy your husband like a wife should.”

“Bu… but how?”

Fred and Alex chuckled. “Where do you think my wife should start, Andy?”

“I… I don’t know,” the angry, terrified and conflicted true husband recoiled.

“While you think of something, friend, have a play with my wife’s tits. Maybe that will help you.”

“I… I don’t want to.”

“I wasn’t asking you, Andy. Put your hands on my wife’s tits and give them a good squeeze.”

“I’m sorry, Ellen,” Andy whispered, then held one of his wife’s swollen mounds.

“It’s ok,” Ellen swallowed.

“Now give it a good squeeze,” Fred ordered.
Andy put his head down and squeezed his wife’s tit. “Now pull her nipples. She loves it. Yes, that’s it, Andy. Now pull and twist them like this.”

Ellen looked at the floor, humiliated and frightened as her husband and Fred hurt her breasts. By the time Fred called an end to it, Andy was a broken man, but the intruders were only just getting started.

“Remove my wife’s panties, Andy. Help me out, friend while I remove her blouse.”

Andy got down on the floor and paused with his hands on Ellen’s legs. He felt he couldn’t betray her like this as he watched Fred remove her blouse. Ellen saw the hesitation and pain in Andy’s eyes. There was nothing to forgive her husband for, if they survived this ordeal. Neither of them had a choice.

“It’s ok, Andy. Just do it,” she said with empathy.

Fred carried on playing with Ellen’s tits and Alex hadn’t lowered the gun for a second. Everyone was watching and waiting for Andy to remove Ellen’s panties.

“What are waiting for, Andy? You heard my wife. Just do it,” Fred grinned through the balaclava.

“Ok,” Andy gulped, opening Ellen’s legs a little. Lift yourself up a second, honey.”

Ellen raised her butt and watched as Andy slowly pulled her panties down. It pained them both, but they were in this together. Their love was stronger than the abuse. Silently, they told each other this as they stared into each other’s eyes.

“Thanks, friend,” Fred chuckled. “Thank our friend for kindly removing your panties, Ellen.”

“T… thank you, Andy,” she quivered.

“Thank you for what, Ellen?”

“Thank you for removing my panties.”

“That’s better. You’re getting good at this, sweetheart.”

“Now, spread my wife’s legs nice and wide, Andy, so we can all get a good look at her.”

Andy swore he would torture Fred if he ever got the chance to, as he spread Ellen’s legs and exposed her shaven pussy to the room.

“You can sit back down and watch now, Andy. Mmm… that’s a nice shaven cunt you have there, Ellen. Did you shave that especially for me tonight?”

Ellen looked around and saw Alex was still pointing the gun at Andy. “Y… yes,” she muttered.

“What’s that, Ellen? I didn’t quite hear you. What did you do especially for me tonight?”

“I… I shaved for you.”

“Shaved what?”

“M… my… cunt.”

Fred chuckled at Andy. “Isn’t my wife a keeper?” Andy ignored him. “Ellen, get down on your knees. Your husband has had a stressful evening. I need your sweet mouth around my cock.”

The blonde wife began to tremble again. She closed her eyes and composed herself for a moment. She knew this was going to happen.

“What are you waiting for, Ellen. I’m sure you’ve done this plenty of times before. Get on your knees, take out your husband’s cock and suck it like you love it. I want a meaningful blowjob. Anything less and Andy will suffer the consequences.”

Ellen did as she was told and knelt between Fred’s spread legs. He was already hard by the time she’d taken his cock out. The blonde closed her eyes in disbelief this time. Fred was bigger than anything she’d come across before. It stood up thick and long, eight inches in length. Andy gulped, knowing his wife was going to be raped by that monstrous cock.

“Mmm, such a pretty sight,” Fred smiled, brushing Ellen’s long blonde hair away from her face. She then wrapped a shaking hand around the thick shaft and placed her other hand on Fred’s stomach. “Now, open your mouth and start sucking.”

Ellen once again did as she was told. She fixed her gaze on her resting hand and took Fred inside her mouth. Wondering if she’d get away with just a blowjob, the blonde started bobbing her head up and down whilst stroking the length into her mouth.

“Mmm… there’s a good wife. Mmm… yeah. Take it right down your throat, sweetheart.”

Ellen had deep throated Andy many times, but he was only six inches and not very thick. Fred was a different animal in every sense. He was sick and twisted with a menacing cock to go with it. She took him deep and gagged. Andy cringed inwardly as he watched on helplessly.

“Tell my wife what a good girl she is, Andy. Give her some words of encouragement and tell her what a good job she’s doing taking my cock.”

“Uh… good girl, Ellen…”

Fred and Alex laughed, making fun of him. Andy cleared his throat and rubbed his clammy palms along the tops of his thighs.

“Uh… you look great, Ellen. Suck his cock like a good girl.”

“Take your shorts off, Andy.” Fred was serious.

“What?”

“Take your shorts off. My wife is an exhibitionist. She likes men watching and jacking off to her when she’s sucking my cock.”

“N… no!” Andy refused, but then Alex had the gun in his face while Ellen fought back the desire to sink her teeth into Fred’s cock. “Ok! Ok! I’ll do it!”

Andy whipped down his shorts and his semi-erect penis came out. Fred smirked at the significant difference in size. Even Alex smirked. Andy was the smallest man in the room.

“Be a good sport, Ellen. I want you to give me your best blowjob while you give Andy here your best handjob.”

Ellen shut her eyes tightly and reached for Andy’s cock. It felt so soft and limp compared to the rigid tool in her mouth. She fondled Andy’s balls and cock whilst giving Fred a proper blowjob. She wasn’t showing any enjoyment, but that only turned her abuser on even more.

“Mmm, you’re a good little cock sucker, Ellen, and your making Andy get hard and excited up here.”

It was true. Andy was now erect in Ellen’s hand, despite not feeling aroused. But the more she played with his cock, the more into the blowjob she became. Fred noticed it too and continued to allow Ellen to control how she did it. Seeing how much she didn’t want to be sucking his cock and stroking Andy at the same time, but doing a damn good job at it, fuelled his lust.

Soon enough, Andy was breathing a little heavier and the blonde was tasting Fred’s precum. She swirled her tongue around the tip before she stroked his shaft and bobbed her head as rhythmically as possible, intent on getting him to cum in her mouth.

“Check on my wife for me, Alex. Tell me how much she’s enjoying this.”

Alex kept the gun pointed at Andy while he crouched down behind Ellen and felt her pussy with a couple of fingers. He grinned at Fred as he slipped a finger right up inside the blonde’s snatch. Ellen gasped at the intrusion. Her body had betrayed her.

“She’s wet alright, boss.”

Fred smirked at Andy. “I think it’s time I gave my wife some pleasure. It’s only fair.”

Fred let Ellen take him right to the edge before grabbing a fistful of her silky blonde hair and yanking her head off his cock.

“Alex informs me your turned on by all of this, sweetheart,” he smiled as Ellen caught her breath and stopped stroking Andy’s erection. “But before I do that… get up here and get those big tiddies around my cock. Andy, you sort yourself out. You have until I’ve finished fucking my wife’s tits to cum… or suffer the consequences of your failure.”

“I can’t cum over this!” Andy panicked.

“Just do it, Andy!” Ellen snapped. She was angry and tormented. She didn’t care if her husband got off on what she had to do. She was experiencing problems with her own unwanted arousal.

Andy started stroking while Ellen squashed her big tits around Fred’s thick cock. She sighed in frustration but then started to vigorously move her hands up and down. She’d never given a titty-fuck like this before, because she’d never had a cock big enough for her tits. Andy’s member always got lost inside them.

“Mmm… oh God yeah… look at my wife go, Andy. She’s jerking me off with her big tiddies. Tell her what to do… and make it good.”

Andy was close to shooting his load. He couldn’t understand how he could get off to this under duress, but he was. The fact his wife told him to, and with his life depending on it, Andy instructed Ellen.

“Squeeze them nice and tight, Ellen. Give him the best titty-fuck he’s ever had.”

“Mmm… yes, Andy. My wife’s tits feel so good around my cock. Mmm… I think I might cover them in cum. What do you reckon, Andy, would you enjoy watching me blow a thick creamy load all over Ellen’s big tits?”

“Uhhh…” Andy chocked then he started ejaculating all over his hand. He felt embarrassed and ashamed, but he couldn’t help it. Watching his wife giving a titty-fuck to another man had forced him to do it.

Fred and Alex started laughing as Andy spasmed on the sofa, shooting sperm from his cock.

Ellen felt equally embarrassed and ashamed. Wondering once more if she could get Fred to cum before he raped her. Alex was lingering in the background with the gun. The blonde hoped she didn’t have to service him as well. But her wishes were quickly denied.

“Ok, that’s enough,” Fred declared. He had Ellen stand naked and exposed while he and Andy put their cocks away. “I need to fuck my wife now.” The married couple’s hearts sank before the truly broke. “The only question is, where do I fuck her, Andy?”

“Haven’t you tormented us enough?” Ellen spoke out in frustration. Fred forgave her and smiled as he made the decision.

“Andy, I’m going to take my wife upstairs and fuck her brains out in her marital bed, while my good friend Alex here looks after you. Got it?”

Andy nodded and dropped his head. Ellen kept her head up but closed her eyes, praying for a miracle.

“Let’s go, sweetheart. Oh, and Alex. If he gives you any shit, seriously, just shoot the fucker in the head.”

“Yes, boss.”

While Ellen and Fred headed upstairs, Alex took a seat with the gun pointed across his leg at Andy.

“I don’t want to hear a peep out of you. Don’t try and talk to me. We’re just going to sit here in total silence and listen to your pretty little wife getting fucked. Then, when my friend has finished with her, I’m going to take my turn to fuck your wife. Is that ok by you?”

Andy gritted his teeth with his mouth closed and nodded angrily at Alex. Directly above them, footsteps could be heard entering the marital bedroom.

“Get on the bed, Ellen. Try anything stupid and I’ll strangle the very last breath you ever take from your lungs.”

“Fred…” the blonde went to reason with her abuser.

“No talking!” he snapped. “The only sounds I want to hear coming out of you is when I’m fucking you. Give yourself to me and I’ll be nice to you. Give me the same energy and affection you’d give to your husband, and I’ll see to it that you have a good time. You’ll even get to live.”

Ellen knew there was no way out of this unless a SWAT team suddenly burst in to rescue her. Not believing that was going to happen, Ellen moved her naked body onto the bed while Fred rummaged through her drawers.

“Where do you keep all your sex toys?”

“In the bottom drawer of the wardrobe,” she quivered.

Fred marched over and pulled it open. “Nice, Ellen. Very nice. Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs and just what I was looking for.” Fred picked out two sets of handcuffs and threw them on to the bed. “Cuff one of your arms to the bed. Low level and in the centre. I want you to be comfortable when I fuck you.”

The blonde moved quickly in fear and secured her right wrist to her bed, above her pillow. She then quivered again when Fred moved to secure her left wrist. He then stood back and made her watch as he took off all his clothes but kept the balaclava on.

“What do you need me to do right now, Ellen. Think very carefully before you answer.”

“I… I…” the blonde stuttered and gulped. “I… I need you to fuck me.”

Fred chuckled. “I’m loving your eagerness, Ellen, but don’t you want me to eat your pussy out first? Get you all worked up and hot before I stick my big cock inside you?”

“Y… yes…” she panicked, watching Fred spread her legs before getting his head deep between them. “I promise you’ll enjoy what I’m about to do to you.”

The intruder began by kissing inside Ellen’s thighs. He took his time, hoping her body would respond. It did. The blonde may not have wanted him anywhere near her, but her pussy was wet by the time Fred starting lapping at her folds with his tongue.

Ellen tried to fight the feeling off, but it was no good, she eventually climaxed against her will, filling Fred with joy. With just his balaclava on, he moved his body in between her legs and positioned his cock to rape her.

“You’re going to love having me inside you, Ellen.”

“Oh fuck! Ohhhh… ohhhh…” Ellen moaned, bound to her own bed while stranger began to rape her.

“Mmm, I love a tight bitch, Ellen!” Fred grunted as he began fuck the blonde with hard, deep thrusts.

“Ohhhh! Ah! Ah! Fuck!” Ellen gasped.

“Who’s fucking you right now, Ellen? Tell me who’s fucking you.”

“You are! Ohhhh!”

“And who am I Ellen?” Fred was driving his cock to the hilt before pulling back out and driving it back in again.”

“My husband!” Ellen screamed, she was about to cum.

“Cum for me, Ellen! Cum on your husband’s big cock! Mmm, I can feel your tight pussy gripping my cock!”

“Uhhhh! Yeeeesssss! Yeeeessss! Oh fuck!”

Fred didn’t stop. He continued to fuck Ellen while she climaxed from the top of her lungs. He had no plans to stop until he’d emptied his balls inside her.

…

“I think your wife’s having fun up there, Andy,” Alex chuckled, looking forward to his turn.

Andy was slumped on the sofa, powerless while he listened to his wife being raped and having an orgasm.

…

“You look so beautiful when you cum, Ellen. Is my cock big enough for you, baby?”

“It’s too big. Uhhh…”

“But you’re taking it well. Mmm, yes, Ellen! Now we’re getting down to business.

Ellen just wrapped her legs around her rapist. Her pussy was stretched, taking the biggest cock she’d ever seen. Panting and moaning as she tried to block out what was happening to her, Ellen’s body had taken over.

“There’s a good girl, Ellen. Mmm, I’m gonna make you cum again. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” the blonde unconsciously let slip.

“Mmm. You’re a little slut really, aren’t you, Ellen.”

Fred used all of his weight and energy to fuck Ellen. Her moans were so loud, and the bed was knocking against the wall so hard he just knew Andy was hearing everything downstairs. It drove him on and catapulted him to the edge.

“I’m gonna cum, Ellen! Ahhh! Tell your husband where you want his cum!”

Ellen pulled on the handcuffs as she whined and wrapped her legs as tight as she could around Fred. “Cum inside me!” she panted, which triggered her third orgasm from her abuser. “Ohhhh! Fuck! Ohhhhh!”

“Ahhhhh! Take it all, Ellen! Ahhhhhh!”

Fred thrust his cock to end of the blonde’s pussy as it erupted, spewing ropes of thick sperm deep inside her body, flooding her womb while her real husband was forced to listen downstairs.

“Thanks for lending me your pussy, Ellen,” Fred chuckled, finally climbing off her broken body. “That’s a damn fine creampie if I don’t say so myself.”

Ellen lay panting for breath while her rapist left a trail of cum leaking from her pussy. Once he was dressed, Fred took a photo of his victim, making her smile for the camera.

“I’ll send Alex up for you, baby. I think your pussy is ready for more cock.”

“Please let me go, Fred. I can’t take anymore,” but Fred was leaving the room.

Andy was as white as sheet when Fred entered the living room, grinning from ear to ear. “Did you hear all that, Andy?”

“Yes,” he replied through gritted teeth.

“Good, now it’s my friends turn to fuck your wife. Don’t let Andy down now, Alex. His wife likes it hard and deep. Made the slut cum on my tongue and then twice with my cock. She fucking loved it.”

Alex smirked. “Don’t worry, boss, I’m going to fuck her like a whore and make her scream out my name while I’m doing it.”

“We won’t be much longer with your wife, Andy,” Fred smirked, now holding and pointing the gun at him.

“No! No! No more!” Ellen panicked, as Alex walked into the room and started undressing.

“That’s no way to welcome your lover, Ellen. I’m going to fuck you whether you like it or not, but unlike Fred, I don’t mind if you hate it. The more you complain, the harder I’ll fuck you. So please, show me how much you hate me,” Alex chuckled, getting onto the bed with his cock hard and ready to fuck Ellen.

The blonde was silenced. She closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath, accepting her fate. Alex positioned his cock and grinned.

“Looks like Fred fucked this married pussy up good. Now it’s my turn to.”

“Uhhhhhh!” Uhhhhhhh!” Ellen groaned.

Fred raised the blonde’s legs onto his shoulders, then pressed his body weight down on top of her. She gasped and sobbed, and then moaned repeatedly when Alex started raping her with hard, deep thrusts.

Downstairs, a phone suddenly beeped. Fred sighed and took it out of his pocket. As he read the message Andy watched the gun being lowered. Without thinking, he charged into Fred, tackling him to the ground from the waist. Fred banged the back of his head on the floor, suddenly becoming disorientated. Full of anger and determination, Andy grabbed the gun and smacked it against the side of the intruder’s head.

The husband then got to his feet and glanced up at the ceiling. Ellen was screaming and the bed was knocking. He knew Alex was taking his turn to rape his wife, but before he could save her, Andy had to make sure Fred was secure. His ego needed revenge. He managed to drag the lifeless bulk down into the basement, where he tied Fred’s wrists and ankles together.

“I’ll see you in a little while, Fred!” Andy spat on the unconscious man.

Andy then rushed upstairs to his wife. He burst into the bedroom to find Ellen handcuffed to the bed. Her body was folded in half with her legs on Alex’s shoulders. The second man to rape his wife was filling her womb with his seed, and Ellen was confused. She was in the middle of her own orgasm when she saw her husband come in with the gun.

“Get off my my wife, you piece of shit!”

As Alex lowered Ellen’s body and legs, his cock came out of her swollen pussy, followed by the load he just fired inside her. When he realised the power had been turned over, Alex went to grab Ellen in some kind of hostage grab, but Andy pulled the trigger twice, firing two rounds into the intruder’s chest.

Ellen screamed, rattling the handcuffs against the bed as she flailed her arms about. Andy noticed the keys on the side and then he rushed to free his wife. They held each other on the bed, sobbing while Alex lay dead on the floor.

“Where’s, Fred? Did you kill him?” Ellen was distraught, she’d just been raped by two men, and now their sperm was swimming around inside her womb.

“He’s in the basement. I think he’s still alive.”

“What are we going to do?”

“Take a shower, honey, or a bath. Whatever you need to do while I move Alex down into the basement.”

“What about Fred?”

“If he’s dead then I’ll phone the police.”

“And if he’s not?”

“Then Fred is going to wish he’d never been born. I have a blow lamp and an array of tools that will slowly end his miserable life.”

“You’re going to torture him?”

“Yes, honey. If he’s alive.”

Ellen waited until Fred was confirmed as still being alive before she turned on some music and stepped into the shower. Andy said for her to remain there until he was finished.

Inside the basement, Fred had finally come around and he now knew his partner had been shot dead. Lying on the cold ground with his clothes cut away, Fred laughed at Andy.

“You won’t be laughing for long,” Andy smirked.

“Good. I owe a crime boss a hundred grand. What his men were going to do to me is far worse than your punk arse could ever do.” Fred laughed again.

“We’ll just see about that,” Andy grinned, turning on a blow lamp.

“Before you take your revenge, Andy, just know one thing… a few things, actually.”

“What?”

“You shot your load while I abused your wife, and your wife came on my cock twice in your bed. She moaned to me that my cock was too big, but she still wrapped her legs around me and told me to fuck her.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“I didn’t have to force her to say it, she did that all by herself, and one more thing…”

Andy didn’t know why, but he listened.

“When I told her I was going to cum, she wrapped those sexy legs around me real tight, and begged me to cum inside her.”

The next noise Fred made was one of immense suffering, as Andy directed the blow lamp at his feet. He then went on to systematically torture the life out of Fred before disposing of their chopped-up bodies.

A year later, the couple had finally moved on with their lives, or so they thought. One Saturday evening, Andy was sitting in his living room with two masked men again, while his wife lay handcuffed in bed.

“Are you sure about this, Andy?” one of the men they’d met online asked.

“Yes. It’s the only way my wife can reach an orgasm these days.”

“Rape fantasy?” the other asked, nervously.

“Decide between yourselves who goes first, but it’s only one at a time. While one of you is ‘raping’ her the other waits down here with me, then you swap over.”

“Ok, if your wife has a fantasy to get raped by two hung men in balaclavas, then let’s give her what she wants.”

That night the couple laid in bed. Ellen was satisfied having lost count how many times she came, before Andy came in and added a third load to his wife’s well-fucked sopping hole.

The rape fantasy became a monthly thing for the couple… with no ending in sight.

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