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Night Crawling
by Urs (fenrissilvern@yahoo.com)

***

A short, stupid, generic, cliche rape story. A man 
breaks into the family house and rapes a woman in her 
bed, at knifepoint. (MF, nc, rp, v, bd)

***

Suddenly, there was a gloved hand pressed to her mouth. 
Donna was awaken rudely, aggressively. She opened her 
eyes but could not see anything. Her first instinct was 
to scream in terror but there was a strong, hard male 
hand preventing her from opening her mouth at all. Only 
mumbles escaped. 

She struggled, her arms and legs thrashing as she 
fought to break free of the sheets and the unknown 
assailant. Strong arms on her mouth and chest pressed 
her down to the bed. Then: the sound of metal sliding 
out of the case.

"Be still, I'll cut your fucking throat."

The blade was pressed against her throat. It went in 
deep. The skin held but barely. Donna forced herself to 
be still. Not easy. Her whole body trembled. The sound 
of her own heartbeat in her ears was deafening. Her 
pulse was going through the ceiling and her breathing 
was irregular, hysterical. Forced to breathe through 
her nose only, when every atom of her body screamed for 
air, Donna felt as if she was going to pass out. Only 
the fear, mortal fear, blind panic wouldn't let her. 

She couldn't see. The man was kneeling on her bed, 
leaning close to her as he was making sure she doesn't 
scream or fight, but the room was dark. She couldn't 
see his face, he was just a dark silhouette, breathing 
hard.

"That's better, bitch. Be smart the rest of the evening 
and you might live through this."

Donna was trembling uncontrollably. This could not be 
happening. This had to be a dream. She had those 
before, she knew that. This had to be a dream.

The man adjusted the blade still firmly pressed against 
Donna's throat. 

"I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth now. 
You'll be able to breathe easier. Do you understand? Do 
you want me to do that?"

Donna couldn't breathe and couldn't speak. She nodded, 
trying not to get herself cut but still make him see 
her signalling agreement in the darkness. 

"Good." The stranger chuckled. "I don't need to remind 
you there's a knife at your throat, do I?" 

Donna shook her head energetically. 

"Oh, you seem to understand well. Just in case, let me 
point out that I am very much ready to stick that blade 
into you as soon as you get any bright ideas about 
screaming. Is that clear? I'm going to fucking kill you 
the moment you try to pull a stunt on me. Are we 
clear?"

Donna's blood was freezing in her veins. The fact that 
she still couldn't force her eyes to make out any of 
his features had to do with the blood pressure and 
panic that was all over her. She nodded again, feeling 
him press the blade deeper into her skin, as a way of 
emphasising his point. 

"Besides", he continued, "your husband being out 
tonight leaves only your sons to come to your aid 
providing you can get the scream out. Now, you may be a 
stupid old broad for all I know but even you can't be 
stupid enough to think any good would come out of that. 
You don't want your sons hurt or worse, do you?"

Who was he? What? How? How did he?

There were many questions struggling for attention in 
Donna's head. But priorities came in natural order. She 
shook her head left to right and again and again and 
again. She could hear him chuckle again. Suddenly his 
hand was not on her mouth any more. The smell of 
leather and sweat was gone. 

"Let me hear that", he said. 

Donna struggled to gain control of her lower jaw. It 
took some seconds.

"Please... please... don't hurt my children... 
please..."

She whispered in desperation, in panic, in fear. There 
was no time to think, to plan, to analyse the 
situation. There was someone in her bedroom, on her 
bed, someone strange, violent and dangerous, someone 
ready to hurt her and her family. 

"Please... I... please... take whatever you want... 
just don't hurt me... please..."

She pleaded in her broken whisper, trying to reason 
with him, trying to bargain with him. He could have it 
all. Her possessions, her money, her property – 
everything. All these things lose value the very second 
you are reminded your life is finite. Donna was 
reminded this in the worst possible way. Moreover, the 
threat to her sons struck her at an even deeper level. 
Anything, she'd give him anything just to see him 
leave. 

"Now, be quiet, whore and look at me."

Donna winced and tried to penetrate the darkness but 
there was nothing there. What did he want? The pressure 
of the blade on her throat increased. She started 
shaking uncontrollably.

"No... no... please... no... please..."

He laughed.

"You recognise me, Donna? Do you? Do you know who I 
am?"

She couldn't see. The voice... The voice meant nothing 
to her. But he knew her name. He knew her husband was 
out tonight. He knew of her sons. He...

"No... no, please, I don't..."

"Don't lie to me, bitch!! Don't you fucking try to play 
smart with me here!"

His free hand grabbed her hair and pulled her head 
back. Her throat was now even more vulnerable as he 
slowly started sliding the blade across it. 

"Let me hear it, Donna. Who am I? No fucking smart 
ideas here! Tell me my name, whore! I'll kill you, 
bitch, do you hear that?"

She didn't dare move or scream. She couldn't think of 
anything to do or say. Who was he? What was his name? 
Why, why, why, why?

"Please... please..." she whispered, trying to buy 
time. No ideas, no words. "please... no, please, don't 
hurt me..."

"I asked you a question! Who am I?"

"I don't know! I don't know!! I swear I don't know, I 
can't see your face, please, please!"

Her whisper almost turned into a scream as she expected 
the blade to enter her throat. 

However, he let go of her hair, let her head rest 
against the pillow.

"So you don't, eh?" He chuckled again. "You don't 
recognise me. Now there's a disappointment."

He adjusted his weight on the bed. 

"I guess playing slut has became a second nature to you 
so it is not to be expected for you to remember every 
single occasion when you were cock-teasing and being a 
whore for the hell of it, only to retreat safely back 
to your family nest once your got enough ego-fucking."

Donna didn't know what to say. Donna didn't know what 
to say. His words... His words were hurting her. They 
were harsh, obscene, and unfair. Donna didn't know what 
to say. 

"No... god... no... who... who are you?"

"That's what I asked you, Donna. That's what I expected 
you to tell me. You fucking SLUT!"

The last word was punctuated with a slap to her face. 
Sharp, savage, unexpected. 

Donna's head snapped to the right, her cheek starting 
to burn. Tears gushed forth from her eyes, like someone 
turned the tap on. The man grabbed her throat and 
started squeezing. 

"You fucking bitch! I am not playing fucking games 
here! This is not a fucking game!"

Donna tried pushing him away but he was too strong. She 
tried scratching his face with her fingernails but he 
was too close. She tried screaming but only a choked 
croak would come out. He was strangling her, savagely, 
brutally, in her own home, in the bed she was sharing 
with her husband for so long. He was strangling her, 
panting, breathing his hot breath into her face.

"Not like this... Not like this, dear God, please."

As panic exploded inside of her, thoughts ran through 
Donna's head, dealing with the ultimate lack of sense 
of this situation. She was about to die. She was about 
to be murdered in her own bed by a total stranger. A 
total stranger angry at her for reasons she was not, 
even at this moment, ready to analyse. A few more 
seconds and it would all be over. 

Her husband, her sons, so far away now, never knowing 
of what their mother's/ wife's final thoughts were. 
Never knowing she was contemplating her slut 
personality in her last moments, personality buried so 
deep in her soul, buried so deep and yet... And yet 
this... this man, he... he knew. He knew. Like many men 
knew. Like many men she gave enough hints to let them 
know. But never to be sure, never. She never did it, 
never. She only played... games. Only games... Dear 
Lord, those were just games, never...

The darkness in the room grew deeper as Donna started 
losing it. And then his hands let go of her throat.

"You fucking move a finger and I'll stab you through 
your tits, all the way to your dishonest, whoring 
heart."

The threat in his voice sounded real. But it was 
controlled again, not full of wild rage he radiated 
mere seconds ago. Donna breathed, audibly, deeply. She 
didn't dare move anything but her lungs. The man had 
her completely under control. After all, he was mere 
seconds away from ending her life. Donna didn't move, 
speak or even think. She breathed and shivered. What, 
what else was he to do to her? What horror had he in 
stock for her? 

The stranger reached into his jacket. 

"Get your fucking arms up."

She obeyed, slowly. But he was not a patient man. He 
grabbed her wrist and forced her left arm above her 
head. There was a short gleam in the darkness then the 
cold on her wrist, then the clicking sound. Then he 
grabbed her other wrist. Up. And the touch of metal 
again. 

"Now then. This is better."

In shock, Donna realised her hands were now cuffed to 
the bedpost above her head. This... this was strange. 
He... he obviously planned this. This was not an act on 
impulse. He planned this. 

Donna suddenly felt even more helpless. If there was 
even a theoretical possibility that she could fight her 
assailant before, now she was immobilised, completely 
at his mercy. A large, fully clothed man erupting with 
rage and ferocious determination and a startled, 
horrified woman in her nightgown, helplessly cuffed to 
the bed. One of them held the answers to questions the 
other dared not even ask. 

Donna instinctively tried pulling her arms out of her 
shackles. It wouldn't work. She was his for the taking, 
completely and utterly. 

"Oh, God, God, please, no... no... no, please..."

Her voice was cracking, faltering. Her fear was tearing 
her apart.

"Shut the fuck up!"

His order had her even more frightened. She struggled 
to regain control of her breathing. He was looking at 
her.

"So you don't know who I am, Donna, eh? You don't?"

She peered through darkness once again.

"No... I told you... please... this... this is a 
mistake..."

"Oh, no, no, no, not a mistake, whore, this is most 
definitely NOT a mistake. And you not knowing who I am 
is a welcome bonus then."

He reached into his jacket once again. 

"Let's keep it that way. I'll need some light here, you 
know. If you're gonna show me that body of yours."

With these words he brought forth the piece of black 
cloth he got outside of his pocket. He knelt beside 
her. He was not a tender men and blindfolding Donna was 
not a tender act. She froze with fear. She froze with 
fear and dared not resist. His strong, big hands worked 
on her face and in mere seconds she was blind. Her 
shivering intensified. At least the darkness of the 
room was varied. Now she was cuffed to the bed and 
blindfolded, her eyes hurting from the pressure. Now 
she was blind, helpless and completely under his 
control. 

Donna started crying again. Her tears soaked the 
blindfold. Loud sobs ripped through her. She tried to 
keep them down but she was barely in control of her own 
lungs and throat. She was pleading.

"Please... god... please... please... just take what 
you want, please, just take what you want and go, 
please, please, please, please... just don't hurt 
anyone, please..."

There was a flick of the switch as the man turned the 
lights on. Only a miniscule change from black to the 
darkest shade of grey before Donna's eyes. 

"You keep your fucking voice down, woman, or you might 
have to start learning to use another mouth – on your 
throat this time. 

She sobbed and cried on but tried to keep it down. She 
could hear him ruffle and move around the room. Was he 
going through her stuff? Looking for money? In her 
bedroom?

But then, his weight was upon her, all over again. She 
let out a small, startled scream. 

"I thought I told you to keep your voice down, whore! 
Are you trying to piss me off or are you just that 
stupid?"

There was a sudden explosion of white light in front of 
her eyes. He slapped her again, but this time around 
the slap was followed by another. And another, each one 
harder than the previous. She could not fight back, she 
could not avoid them, she could not even see. She was 
completely and utterly helpless and panic started 
taking over. 

There was fire in her cheeks and a warm trickle down 
from her nose. 

"Bleedin' so early in the night, eh? None of it would 
have happened if you kept your fucking voice down like 
I told you."

"Please.. please... don't... don't hit me... I'll keep 
it down... please..."

Donna was barely able to speak but she had to. She had 
to. She had to do anything just to prevent him from 
hitting her again, from hurting her for real. She could 
not escape, she could not fight, all she could do was 
obey and hope he'd be pleased. 

"Oh, I am sure you will. After all, it will be rather 
hard for you to speak with this thing in your mouth."

This... thing? What was he...

Donna first felt him shift weight on the bed. She felt 
him above her and on her. She felt him near her. Nearer 
than any moment before. Nearer than she ever thought 
anyone would get. Then she heard the sound. There was 
no mistake. She knew this sound. It was the sound she 
heard so many times before. The sound of a zipper 
opening. 

A moment later something hot and slippery touched her 
face. 

"Open your fucking mouth, bitch!! Open wide!"

She felt his penis on her skin, she felt it burn her 
like hot coals as she pressed her jaws together tight, 
as she instinctively backed off, trying to turn her 
head away from him. 

No, she thought. No, she thought, because saying it 
would require her to do exactly what he wanted her to 
do – open her mouth. No. No. No. No.

She pushed back into the pillow in the vain attempt to 
get away from him. 

Then he grabbed her hair again. Then he pulled her head 
towards his crotch. 

"Ohh, I see, you're suddenly a decent lady. A model 
wife and mother, are you? Suddenly, you remember the 
concept of shame, eh?"

His fingers started parting her lips. Her teeth were 
still tightly pressed together. 

"Too bad everyone in the audience knows this is just a 
playact, bitch. You might as well drop it. Open your 
fucking mouth NOW!"

She couldn't... She couldn't. She struggled with 
everything she had there. Donna struggled in silence as 
tears kept soaking the cloth. 

Then he hit her again. This time this was not just a 
mere slap. This time it really hurt. This time Donna 
could taste blood in her mouth. 

"Open up fucking NOW, whore!!"

He pulled her head towards himself. Donna resisted with 
all her strength.

No, Lord, please, just not that, please, no, I don't 
deserve this.

"I see I have to remind you just who's calling the 
shots here, whore!" 

Suddenly a sharp pain in her left temple, just above 
the blindfold. 

He pressed the blade into her skin. Donna felt a thin 
cut appear. Then blood followed. 

"You want to walk around the world with only one eye 
from now on? You want that? Answer me!"

Donna sobbed. She tried to control her breathing.

"Nnnnno... no.. please... no..."

"I thought so. Then open your fucking mouth before I 
poke that fucking eye out."

Donna was defeated. She knew she was. It didn't make 
her feel any better to know there was no choice. She 
relaxed her jaw muscles. 

Dear Lord, why, why, why, why...

"That's it, whore, that's it." The man's voice radiated 
pleasure. "Open wide. No need to tell you that, should 
you happen to bite me or do something similarly stupid, 
you're not going to live to see your kids again, is 
there?"

Donna shook her head. No. She was defeated. 

The man grabbed her head with both hands and inserted 
his penis into her mouth. 

"Let's see what this cock-hungry momma can do for me 
here after all the tease and promises."

Donna opened her mouth as wide as possible, to 
accommodate his hard, throbbing penis. Her husband was 
very fond of her oral skills and she loved giving him 
pleasure this way, but this... this was different. The 
man wasn't interested in her giving him a blowjob. The 
man was not interested in her technique, let alone 
pleasure or emotions. The man was only interested in 
using her. The man simply held her head in place with 
his strong hands and fucked her face. He fucked her 
deep and hard, breathing heavily along the way. 

"You like that cock, bitch, eh? You like it? You ever 
had it in your throat, eh?"

His hips worked harder, as his swollen, hot cockhead 
worked its way down her mouth cavity and into her 
throat. Donna pushed her head back and into the pillow 
as much as she could but his hands wouldn't let her 
back away more than few millimetres. She wasn't going 
anywhere. She was his to be used. To be used, 
humiliated and fucked.

The man pulled way back before slamming inside once 
again. His cock penetrated her throat. Donna gagged. He 
backed away again, only to stick it down her throat 
again, deeper than before, more savagely, more 
brutally. 

Donna was choking all over again. But this time it 
wasn't his hands on her neck. This time it was his 
penis penetrating her throat, making her gag and choke 
and struggle helplessly. 

The man would pull it out completely and rub it against 
her face. Donna could feel her own spit and his pre-cum 
getting smeared across her skin. Then he'd just stick 
it back in again, moaning from pleasure and calling her 
rude, horrible names. 

"You love this shit, whore, eh? I bet your hubby never 
got this special brand of deep treatment, eh? Imagine 
his joy when you demonstrate to him your freshly honed 
deep-throating skills. In that little moment of family 
joy, please remember the guy who taught you all you 
needed to know about pleasuring the man."

He pushed in savagely, again. His cock penetrated her 
throat deeply, as his balls slammed into her chin. 
Donna cried a horrible, muffled scream of pain, fear 
and shame. Her nose was buried into his pubic hair and 
all of her air was cut. Instead of pulling out, the man 
left his cock inside, keeping Donna's head firmly in 
place. She struggled, she tried pulling away from him, 
she tried everything short of biting into his penis. 
She was fighting for air, fighting for her life, 
fighting against the red mist in front of her eyes, but 
with no success. 

Only mere moments before she fainted, the man pulled 
out. Donna coughed and inhaled greedily, spitting mucus 
and saliva down her chin. 

"Nasty shit, eh? I love it, Donna, I love seeing just 
how fucking helpless you are. You are a whore that 
deserves every kind of sick and depraved treatment one 
can think of. And I know you deserve every fucking bit 
of it. In fact, I am pretty sure you like it, hell, you 
should be paying me for this shit."

With these words he pushed his penis in again. And this 
time around he kept her nostrils pressed together 
tight. Donna's whole body thrashed in helpless struggle 
for life and air. The bed made noises but other than 
that, it was a silent proceeding. The woman moaned deep 
moans of mortal fear and pain. The man moaned deep 
moans of pleasure. 

"You fucking bitch", he said as he pulled out again, 
rubbing his penis against her forehead and hair. "I 
love when you wiggle like that. I love when you fight 
like that, Donna. You are better than I hoped for."

Then suddenly there was a shift in the weight. He was 
not sitting on her chest any longer. She could hear him 
move. 

Then... Then the cold blade was at her throat again. 

"What do you say we take this show further down the 
road, eh? I like foreplay, foreplay's good for the 
general mood, but let's remember the appetizers are 
there just to get us ready, not feed us. Let's move on 
to the main dish, shall we?"

Donna was still trying to get control of her breathing. 
She panted, hard. She could think just of the same two 
words over and over again. 

"Please.... please... no..."

"You're slowly starting to get on my nerves with that 
rejection fetish you have there." The man grabbed the 
fabric of her nightgown. "By now you have surely 
realised you are going to be raped here and now. And 
there's nothing you can say that'll make me change my 
mind about it. I know you're married. I know you have 
kids. I know you claim you never cheated on your 
husband. That's pretty hard to believe but honestly I 
don't give a shit. I wanted to fuck you ever since I 
talked to you first and you never wanted anything more 
than a game of teasing. Fine. You had your fun, now let 
me have mine. Cooperate and I will let you live. I 
won't even damage you... much."

With these words, he pulled up the fabric of her 
nightgown and inserted the knife. Donna gasped as metal 
touched her skin. The knife went through the fabric 
with a sharp, loud sound. Donna never heard anything so 
threatening in her life. Her nightgown was split in 
two, torn from her squirming body. She was now 
completely naked in front of her rapist. Her 
helplessness and humiliation just reached another 
level. 

"Do you know, Donna, what is sexier than a married 
woman and a mother in her early fifties dressing and 
acting like a slut – like you did the other day when we 
met?"

The other day? Who? Just who? Who was this?

Was it... The... dance? But who, who which one? God? 
God? Who?

Donna's mind raced. Names and faces ran before her 
blindfolded eyes and yet, and yet... Yet she didn't 
know who... He was one of her dance partners of the 
night several days ago, wasn't he? But who? Which one? 

"You give up? Huh? Let me tell you, you made me very 
aroused with your act back then. Very, very much 
aroused. But you know what's even sexier than an old 
slut acting like she'd eat my cock right there and 
then? It's having that old slut totally helpless and at 
my disposal. It's having her handcuffed beneath me, 
helpless and pleading. It's having her completely under 
my control, with her sons sleeping just a few doors 
away, it's raping her like a two dollar whore and 
knowing she will never ever be able to do anything 
about it."

Donna's heart was trying to break free. Through her 
throat. 

"No... please... please... I'm begging you, no, I 
can't, please..."

"Oh, I love it when you beg. I absolutely LOVE IT!!"

With these words, his hands, now free of gloves parted 
her thighs. A moment later she felt his fingers slide 
into her vagina. This was... This... She was never 
violated in such a way. Never.

"Oh, I'd say we're a little dry here, Donna. Let's get 
some self-help."

The rapist pulled his fingers out of her and pushed 
them into her mouth.

"Make 'em as wet as you can, bitch 'cause something 
tells me this is the only lubrication you're getting." 
He chuckled. "Sure I could use one of those condoms, 
but I want nothing to stand between the two of us and 
our pleasure. We worked so hard to get to this point, 
we might as well consume our passion as God intended us 
to." 

He pushed his fingers deeper into her mouth. "How's 
that pussy taste anyway? You down with it? I'd take a 
sip myself, but I have a principle not to orally 
pleasure old whores. You never know just what they 
might be sticking in there when on their own. Better 
safe than sorry, no?"

Donna cried like a child whose whole world was brought 
down in one swift, brutal gesture. This was so much 
beyond anything that ever happened to her that she 
couldn't even think any more. The mere feel, the smell, 
the taste were occupying all of her consciousness for 
the time being. 

Her rapist placed his fingers into her vagina again. He 
pushed them deep inside this time, twisting his hand 
around, working to prepare her the best he could. It 
hurt. It hurt to have four fingers in her, four fingers 
that fucked her with brutal, joyful carelessness. Donna 
cried and squirmed and did what she could to alleviate 
the pain, to get away from those fingers that explored 
her most intimate region with joyful lack of mercy or 
compassion. He had her where he wanted her. He had her 
the way he wanted her. He did what he wanted to her. 

"OK, that's about as ready as I think you're getting 
there, Donna. Let's see now."

Another shift of weight. Then her legs got spread apart 
wide. He pushed them up and towards her shoulders. 

"I love to fuck a slut in this position. Very 
intimate."

She shook her head violently. She could not, she could 
not allow him do this to her. 

"Please... please, no, I'm begging you, for the love of 
God, please..."

She felt the tip of his penis touch her belly. Then he 
adjusted his position. And then he penetrated her, 
brutally. Donna screamed. 

This was unlike anything she ever felt. He just impaled 
her with his hard, hot penis, just stuck it all the way 
down. And then just continued fucking her with as much 
force as he could muster. Donna screamed. And screamed 
and screamed. 

"Ooooh, darling, does that hurt? You don't say? I 
thought a slut like you would be used to cocks of all 
sizes by now. Don't make me blush here, Donna. Not to 
mention your kids might wonder just what's going on 
here."

She knew. She knew she had to keep it under control. 
She bit her lip down hard. He would be finished. He 
would be finished soon enough. She had to keep it under 
control. 

He slammed his penis into her repeatedly. He breathed 
hard and mocked Donna's moans of pain and humiliation 
with horrible, ugly insults.

"You fucking bitch!! I just love ripping you apart like 
this. This is what you deserved for being a slut, a 
cock-tease and a whore that won't admit she's a whore. 
Well now you have it, whore!"

Every time his throbbing cockhead penetrated her vulva, 
his swollen, heavy testicles would hit her anus, 
producing a sharp, shallow, slapping sound. He fucked 
her hard and fast, the bed croaking under them. He 
pushed her knees onto her shoulders as he was putting 
all his weight into the thrusts of his pelvis. 

"You like that? You like to be fucked properly now and 
then, I am sure. Be sure to tell your hubby he will 
have to try harder from now on, bitch!"

Donna couldn't keep it under control. She wasn't 
screaming but every time he slammed into her a small 
yelp would escape her lips. She was crying under the 
blindfold and praying in her mind that he finishes 
quickly. 

Meanwhile, he was managing to get deeper and deeper 
with every thrust, parting her tender tissue, tearing 
her, violating her. His cockhead would hit her cervix 
as his balls hit her anus. 

"Yeah, yeah, just like that, baby, just like that you 
fucking dirty whore! All the way down that old, 
stinking cunt!! All the way down. I bet you forgot when 
was the last time you were fucked like this, you 
bitch!"

Suddenly, he pulled out of her. 

And Donna felt the glimpse of hope. The moment of 
blissful relief. 

He... He was done. This was it. He was done, sweet 
Lord, thank you, he was done. Donna was relieved to 
know he didn't ejaculate into her. She was afraid, she 
was so very much afraid, but he didn't. He...

The next moment she felt him press his cockhead against 
the tight entrance of her anus. 

"Oh God... No! No! Please! NO! JUST NOT THERE, PLEASE! 
I have never.... Oh God, please, NO!! I have never done 
it before!"

The man pushed, hard. It hurt. Donna shrieked in pain 
as her sphincter started giving way. There was no 
chance, there was no chance. She never... She never had 
anything so large in her anus, no, never, no... The man 
pushed with all his force, hurting her, tearing her in 
half. 

"Aw, man, this is even better than I hoped for! Awwww, 
whore, so tight... So tight! I wasn't expecting you to 
be a virgin there! This is even better!"

Donna screamed. Loud. Donna thrashed beneath him, but 
her hands were cuffed, his weight effectively keeping 
her just where he wanted her, her legs bent all the way 
down to her shoulders, her thighs spread out obscenely 
for him to have her the way he wanted. Donna screamed. 
Loud. She knew there was a chance her sons would wake 
up and hear. She tried to keep it down. She did. Lord, 
she did. But, Lord, it hurt. 

The man pulled back slightly and then, with a final, 
violent thrust buried his rock-hard penis deep into her 
bowels. Donna screamed a hoarse shriek of pain, little 
points of light appearing in front of her blinded eyes. 
It felt as if she was torn apart by some vicious 
medieval torture device. 

"Awwwww, man! Awwww FUCK!" 

"No... nooo... nooo pleaseee!!"

The man raped her with such violent force it felt like 
he was trying to tear her in two with his penis. 
Donna's asshole was violated so savagely, so brutally 
that she will find a small bloodstain on the bed sheet 
at one point in near future. He fucked her so 
carelessly, so viciously she was once again concerned 
for her life. 

His hands grabbed her large, heavy breasts. He started 
squeezing them hard. He started twisting her nipples, 
pulling them up and to the sides. He slapped her tits 
and squeezed them again. He was trying to make her 
scream and wiggle any way he could, because it 
obviously brought him more pleasure. Raping her virgin 
ass was not enough, he wanted her to suffer any way 
possible. 

But all things, good and bad come to an end. And with a 
final, savage thrust, the man took himself over the 
edge. 

He was out the next second, he was out and up on her 
chest again. Donna could hear him cry a savage cry of 
disgusting pleasure. Donna felt as if her bowels were 
pulled out of her with his withdrawal. It hurt and 
pulsed and felt warm and wet. And then hot drops 
started landing onto her face. 

"Take THAT, bitch. Take it all, you dirty slut!"

She felt his cum fall on her lips, on her cheeks, her 
forehead. She felt it land on her hair and the final 
drops landed on her neck and breasts. Her humiliation 
was so complete she could not imagine how she could 
possibly sink any deeper. She was raped in her own bed, 
she was tied and taken by force and sodomized by a 
stranger and this stranger finally ejaculated his semen 
all over her face, degrading her beyond any point she 
could imagine.

And yet... She was alive. She was still not hurt that 
hard. She... She should have been thankful.

The man was silent for a couple of minutes. Then she 
could hear him get up and get dressed. Then there was 
the sound of... the sound of a photo camera?

"Yeah, that's right baby. I'm taking some photos here. 
Just want to make sure I wake up in the morning and 
remember this was reality and not just a dream, you 
know? Seeing a whore like you lying there fucked, raped 
and humiliated with all that cum on your face is going 
to keep me warm for many nights to come. 

Then his voice came from a greater distance as Donna 
realised he was standing on the door. 

"I hope we can get together to do this again some time, 
Donna."

Then he was gone.

He was gone.

He was gone... No... no... sweet lord... NO!

And her pleading, her soft whisper, her soft whisper 
that was trying not to wake her sons up but still 
summon her rapist back, her pleading was useless. He 
was gone. 

Donna was on her bed, drowning in tears. The morning 
was several hours away yet. Her vagina and anus hurt 
very hard. The cum was drying on her face and hair. The 
morning was several hours away yet but she would not 
see it when it comes due to the blindfold. Donna was 
crying, drowning in her tears, unable to move, unable 
to free herself, get her torn clothes on and cover her 
nude body, or even wipe the semen and blood off her 
face. 

Her sons sometimes get up early. Her husband should be 
back before they do. In any case, Donna was not going 
anywhere. One of them will find her there. One of them 
will find her. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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