bbs rape
After a few minutes, he pulled out of me and crawled off of the bed. The cool air began drying the sweat on my naked body as I felt his sperm begin to leak out of me and onto the bed. I heard him get dressed and leave the bedroom. I lay there helpless, crying and moaning, terrified of what might happen next. The feeling of the knife at my throat was still fresh in my mind. Then I heard someone enter the room, heard the sounds of clothing being removed. The second one had come for his turn with me.
I lay helpless as I felt him climb between my legs, felt him lower himself on top of me. He guided himself to my still wet vagina, causing me to moan as he easily slid himself all the way into me. I couldn't believe this was happening to me, couldn't believe that a second person was using me like a piece of meat. I felt that I was nothing, just a piece of meat with a wet spot for these animals to deposit their sperm in. Why was this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this?
He was moving on top of me, crushing me to the bed as he thrust himself into me again and again. He was moving slowly, taking his time. Oh God I wanted him to hurry! I just wanted him to hurry and finish so it would be over! But he continued moving slowly as he sucked on my breasts and rubbed his hands over my body. The minutes ticked by endlessly as he continued raping me, continued abusing my body. It seemed like an eternity before he finally began increasing his pace, driving into me at an ever increasing rate.
He was panting and groaning, kissing and licking my face and neck as he continued driving himself into me. His excitement was growing and I could feel him swelling inside of me. I didn't care. I wanted him to finish, wanted him OUT of me! Still he continued driving into me. His endurance was unbelievable! Over and over he pounded into me, driving as deeply as he could into my battered body. I was jumping and twitching in pain with each vicious thrust. And then, with a deep moan, he began spraying my insides with his sperm. I could feel it's heat, feel it spreading and mixing with the sperm from the first rape. I heard him sigh as he shot the last of his load deep inside me. Like the first animal, this one too collapsed on me and lay panting while his breathing returned to normal.
Eventually, he got off of me and began dressing. I could hear when he finally left the room. Now that both of them had raped me, would they leave? If they did, what would they do with me? Would they kill me? Would they leave me tied naked to the bed? Oh God! Suppose they decided to take me with them!! The uncertainty was as terrifying as the rapes had been.
I tried to listen, to see if I could tell what they were doing. I heard a cabinet open, heard the sound of glass on glass, heard a rattling sound that it took me a minute to place. Ice cubes! Ice cubes being dropped into glasses! And the cabinet! They had found the bottle of scotch I kept in the kitchen and were fixing themselves drinks!
I lay there for over an hour, listening to the low murmur of conversation from the kitchen. I couldn't tell what was being said, but every now and then I would hear them laugh. They were drinking and having a real little party while I lay helpless and terrified in the bedroom! Can somebody tell me what kind of filth would do something like that? I mean, hadn't they hurt me enough already? Did they have to keep on terrorizing me? I started to wonder if that night would ever end.
Then I heard a sound. One of them was coming down the hallway. I heard him enter the bedroom, and once again listened as he got undressed. The thought that he was going to rape me again was sickening! I couldn't TAKE anymore!
I froze as I felt the blade touch my throat. I thought for sure he was going to kill me. Then, for the first time, he spoke. He told me that he was going to take the gag off, and that if I screamed, he would cut my throat from ear to ear. When he asked if I understood, I nodded my head " yes'.
He untied the strip of cloth and removed it from between my teeth. Then he pulled the wet ball of cloth from my mouth and threw it on the floor. I started to beg him not to hurt me, but he backhanded me across the face and told me to shut up.