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.

While the smaller guy was fucking her the larger fellow, took the knife and cut off Wifey’s shirt and then cut off her bra. He grabbed her tits, kneading them over and over before beginning to pinch her nipples. After pinching them ten or twelve times he began to roll them between his thumbs and forefingers, squeezing very hard, and contributing to Wifey’s anguish.

The rhythm of the rape began to slowly increase as the smaller man became more and more stimulated. Wifey’s frantic moans, grunts and whimpering drove her rapist nearly mad with desire. He loved to hear her anguish and feel her feeble attempts to resist him as he thrust into her over and over. His passion grew and grew, his hard cock beginning to tingle and his balls beginning to spasm. Then with a roar he rammed into her harder and harder as he felt his orgasm coming. He shoved himself as far as he could into Wifey’s cunt, smashing their pelvises together. Over and over, he slammed into her as he spurted his cum as deeply as possible into her soft love canal. “Oh God, Oh God, so good so good, you feel oh so good to me,” he moaned in ecstasy. He collapsed on top of Wifey and lay there panting for several minutes before rolling off. She could do nothing but quiver and sob deeply. She felt his cum slowly begin to ooze out of her and roll down her bottom. She felt so ashamed and curiously enough a strange thought came to her. She inanely worried that it might stain the carpet. “That’s so stupid,” she thought. “How can I think about stains on the carpet when I have just been brutally raped?”