Chapter 2: The Rape of Wifey

Wifey struggled weakly. Her movements were severely restricted by her bondage position and the thin zip ties cutting into her soft flesh. Her wrists were held behind her, palm-to-palm, by a zip tie and they were numbed by its tightness. Zip ties pulled her elbows closer together, sending dull aches through her tortured shoulders. Her mouth was crammed full of two pairs of used panties. The foul taste was disgusting, and the tape cleave gag was forcing them deep into her throat. Only pained gurgles and moans seeped past the gag. She was rocked back onto her back with both knees pulled to her chest and her ankles viciously frog tied to her thighs. Her pantyhose covered crotch was exposed to the intruder’s lust-filled gaze.

“Hey, look buddy. This slut is not wearing any panties,” the larger villain gleefully said. “You know that means she really wants some good dick action!” “Nnnnn, Nnnnn, Pppllllsss, Nnnnnn,” Wifey howled and thrashed helplessly. The only thing the bound senior could manage was to uselessly wiggle her feet. The zip ties held her and continued cutting into her as she struggled more fiercely, hearing the crude comments. The intruders began taking their pants and masks off. Wifey couldn’t see them but she heard the zippers and began to sob even harder. The smaller guy pulled the pantyhose from her crotch and cut the gusset wide open with a small knife. Wifey’s twat was only slightly hairy, since she was accustomed to keeping her bush trimmed short. The larger guy reached over and slapped her pussy several times, evoking several sharp grunts form the bound senior. “We are going to tear up your fuck hole, bitch,” he said. The two men flipped a coin to see who would go first. The smaller guy won.

Wifey felt one of the men kneel between her legs and she knew she was about to be violated. She screamed and fought but the only results were low moans and tossing of her head and feet. She was bound extremely tightly and going nowhere. The smaller guy’s cock was a normal length but thick. He knew the old girl would be dry as dirt. He spat on his hand and rubbed her lower lips. He did it again and moved his organ to the lips of her pussy. He rubbed up and down on the entrance to her twat, getting some lubrication on his dick before ramming into Wifey with full force. Wifey’s breath exploded out of her nostrils as the invading cock stretched her nearly dry love canal. “Nnnnn, Stppp, Hrrttts,” she vainly tried to convey as she was racked by stinging agony. Whether they understood or not was not important because the rapist would certainly not stop. He began to pound away. In and out, in and out, developing a steady brutal rhythm.