Faithless
by AdmiralPiet
Copyright© 2026 by AdmiralPiet
Historical Sex Story: A woman gets a late night visit and is confronted with her earlier actions.
Caution: This Historical Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa NonConsensual Rape Heterosexual Fiction MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Anal Sex Sex Toys .
“Fuck!”
Melanie angrily kicked the empty jerry can before she took a last look around the tool shed. With her house being located quite a bit outside of town and a generally weak power grid she had become used to resorting to her gas powered generator. But this time she had made a mistake. She had less gas left than she thought, and the power outage lasted longer than expected.
Damn the governor! The grid has had problems for years. But in the 15 months since the election experts and people actually working in the field had spoken up louder and louder that he needed to act.
However: There were way more pressing problems plaguing his state than the grid. It was of utmost importance to address the bullshit discussion of bible claims versus evolution biology. Preach “family values” while committing adultery, fight the evil power of pronouns or claim that everything bad happening in the state was due to immigrants.
You might be onto something there, Governor Walter HEINRICHS, and Vice-Governor Anna KOWALSKY! Maybe some immigrants are indeed bad!
He might have been even more of a failed human being that the idiot president. How Melanie had ever supported any of the conservative politics was something she would ask herself for the rest of her life.
Latest news was that it would be another 24 to 48 hours before power was restored. It was 11:48 pm. Melanie decided she would go to bed and drive into town tomorrow to get gas. To late to do it now, too much work syphoning it from her car.
She took her flashlight and walked back into the house. As soon as she closed the door the hairs on her neck rose. Something wasn’t right. The floor behind her creaked and before she could act strong arms grabbed her in a bear hug. Instinctively she started hollering and kicking, before she even processed what was happening.
“Keep still and be quiet!” a raspy mans voice screamed at her. In response she shrieked even louder and started kicking. With the flashlight on the floor she could only see vague shapes but she managed to land a hit.
“Argh. Godammit you fucking bitch!”
The arms around her gripped her tighter, making it hard to draw breath. A big gloved hand smothered her mouth and nose.
“Be quiet!”
This second man’s voice was more calm, but also more menacing. She could feel is breath on her ear.
“Be quiet and you will get out of this”
Melanie still tried to fight but without air her resistance quickly withered away. The man held her until she calmed down and started seeing stars. She bucked involuntary in his grip, desperate for air. Would she die now? She collapsed to the floor as he finally released her. The fight was out of her for the moment.
A 360° degree battery lamp on the living room table bathed the room in cold white light. The men acted quickly. They took off her shoes, put leather cuffs round her wrists and attached them to each other. Melanie could now take a first look at her assailants. Dressed in all black, with gloves and masks and even sunglasses to hide their eyes.
“Please, take whatever you want” Melanie pleaded. After the initial shock fear kept her subdued. Both men carried knives on their belts, one had an electro-shocker, the other a gun.
“Oh, we will, don’t worry about that.” The big burly man that held her earlier said with a chuckle while rummaging through a bag “But didn’t I order you to be quiet?”
He produced a red ball gag and gave it to his slimmer companion.
Melanies eyes widened in shock “No please!” she said, barely above a whisper. “I will be quiet. No one will hear anyway”
“Better safe than sorry”
The silicone of the red ball pressed against her lips. The chemical stench of freshly unwrapped synthetics filled her nose. The burly man drew his knife and Melanie opened up without much fuss. She wanted to act. Every fibre in her demanded fight or flight. But with her eyes fixated on his bowie-knife she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
After the gag was buckled tight the man with the raspy voice pulled her up to her feet. Both men were much bigger than her, and much stronger. He lifted her like a doll. She didn’t have a chance before, and even less so now with her hands bound.
“She does have a mean kick” the man behind her said. Melanie squealed as the other pulled her sweat pants down. She had no intention of kicking again, but with her pants around her ankles it was impossible. Her heart was hammering against her ribs, she started to sweat all over despite the cool night. She felt very vulnerable with just a t-shirt and her panties on.
“Now, let’s talk business” the bigger man said after sheathing his knife. “What is the job of the Electoral College?”
WHAT?!?
The question came so much out of left field Melanie couldn’t even process it and just stared at him with a blank expression.
“Rethorical question of course” he said “I know, that YOU don’t know, so let me tell you: It is to enact the will of the American people”
No, its task is to elect the President and Vice-President
“So you might understand that I was mighty surprised when I read on the news that a certain Miss Melanie Keast did not do that”
Melanie was shocked and suddenly felt very weak in the knees. He was right and wrong at the same time. Yes, she did not cast her vote according to the ballot she herself was voted on. But she didn’t have to. Neither state nor federal law required her to do that. And she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. She had always considered herself center, leaning to conservative, but in the last two years her perspective had changed bit by bit. When time came to cast her vote she just couldn’t bring herself to cast it for the biggest moron in the country. And it didn’t matter one bit. The result was the same.
“So, after you thought it prudent to fuck the american people we decided to return the favour”
You are mad!
Despite her fear and the threat of the knifes she started to squirm and cry. The man behind her gripped her much tighter but the pain barely registered. They couldn’t mean it! This was just a very bad joke. It had to be as no one would be that deranged to seek revenge on a single faithless elector, no one...
The big man pulled her T-shirt up to expose her breast. She was not wearing a bra, her nipples had grown very stiff by now.
“Yippee-ki-yay! I was sure they would look good, but damn Ms. Keast. That’s a lost career in porn right there. Nice feel too”
He groped Melanies well-shaped and heavy tits roughly for a while before he said: “Ok, here’s how its gonna be. You be nice, do as you’re told and we will be nice. We don’t want to hurt ourselves on a dry cunt ... Hey! Are you listening?”
Melanie had continued to squirm around but now he made her scream into her gag as he brutally twisted her nipples around. “Listen!” Another twist, another scream. Melanie was intent to obey, putting all attention on him.
“Good. Now, if you play along we will use some lube, we even got a vibrator for you. We just have a fuck, and then we leave you alone. Keep squirming and fighting and we take you dry and use pliers on your nipples. So will you play along?”
There was no reason to believe them. Why would they be gentle with her after invading her home and assaulting her with the end goal of revenge? But she was certain if she didn’t go along they would definitely hurt her more. So, in between sobs she nodded.
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