What a Day

'What a day.'

It really has been the day from hell. Broke a nail, my boss was being an asshole, half the highway shut down on the commute home, couldn't even grab my favorite takeout because they closed early today.

I only just moved into this house a few weeks ago, and most of my belongings are still in boxes or on the moving truck. The company I hired kept delaying the delivery date, but they should be dropping my stuff off later.

At least now I'm home, walking up the steps to the front door, key sliding in lock, click, door opening, the lights inside are already on and there's two men standing in my kitchen, bills piled up on the counter, it's already almost 7pm? Wait a second, back up, who are these men in my kitchen?

Before I can even process the fact that they're real, they're sprinting towards me, dropping the bags they had been carrying. One of them is grabbing my wrists, taping them together, at the same time ripping at the material of my shirt. The other one is at my feet, trying to force my legs apart.

He's telling the other man to go close the door, while I desperately struggle and try to comprehend what's going on.

"Who-" I don't get more than a word out before I feel a hard slap across my face, shocking me and bringing me to tears.

"I thought you said nobody was supposed to be home!" The taller man is back from closing the door, resuming his efforts to tear off my shirt. The one prying my legs apart is shorter but stronger, and he's finally succeeded in forcing my legs open under my skirt, now he's ripping off my panties in a single motion.

"I guess this is a bonus," he says. He's forcing my panties into my mouth, grabbing the roll of tape and covering my mouth. Now all I can do is whimper, squirming on the floor. The two of them are lifting me up, carrying me across my house before tossing me carelessly on the bed.

"Now what are we gonna do with her?" The tall man is standing at the end of the bed, from here I can see he has blonde hair and lots of tattoos. The shorter man is standing by my head, I crane my neck and see he has dark hair and a short beard.

"I'd love to see how this bitch sucks cock," The bearded man says, reaching for the tape at my mouth. "Don't even think of trying anything stupid, or all your landlord will find is your body when we're done with you. Understand?" His hand is on my throat, choking me, and I kick my legs weakly. "Get on that," he says. His hand leaves my neck and now he's pulling something out of his pocket, something he's tying around my eyes? Why can't I... a blindfold?

I feel hands spreading my legs again as the tape is peeled from my mouth, two fingers are roughly reaching in and pulling out my panties.

"I fucking better not feel any of those teeth," he's growling, grabbing a fistful of my hair and suddenly there's a thick cock shoved in my mouth, gagging me as it shoots for the back of my throat. I'm screaming into it but the sound comes out garbled. His cock is so thick it's stretching out my mouth, my lips straining to contain it, but he's holding my head down and pumping into my throat regardless.

There's something hard pressed against my pussy entrance, now it's being rammed all the way in! Fuck that hurts, I can't even imagine how big that cock must be, but holy fuck, it's pounding into me mercilessly as I feel balls slapping against my ass. I can hear them both grunting and moaning, one pumping into my pussy and the other raping my throat, all the while my hands are taped together beneath me, my body pressed under them.

"Fuckkk this whore has a nice mouth," the bearded man is saying, laughing as I gag on his cock, fucking my throat deeper with every thrust before suddenly pulling out. "Get up off her for a minute," he's telling the other man, and suddenly I'm lifted into the air. I hear one of them settling onto the bed before I'm being set back down, but this time I'm on my stomach, being lowered down onto that thick cock, feeling it stretching my already aching pussy.

"Fuckk no it's too big!" It's barely inside me but I know there's no way it can fit. It's way too big.

"Shut the fuck up, whore," he says, one hand reaching up to grab my throat again, the other grabbing one of my breasts and squeezing hard as he thrusts upward, forcing more of his cock inside me. The other man is on top of me now, forcing me down further onto that massive cock, and to my horror I feel something pressing against my ass.

"Not that!" I can't help it, I have to beg, I can't let them do this! I try to redouble my efforts to escape but they just grab me tighter, my pussy slowly sinking further down on the giant cock as the other one begins to enter my asshole. He's not being careful either, shoving it deep in and laughing at my scream of pain, spanking me over and over as they're forcing their cocks inside me.

There's a hand over my mouth, muffling my screams. Someone is choking me, someone is spanking me, someone keeps pulling my hair and slapping my breasts. Tears are streaming down my face as they're impaling me between them, the harder I cry the harder they fuck me.

Are they ever going to stop? They keep pounding my holes in near perfect rhythm, the one behind me smacking my ass with every thrust, the one beneath me smacking my face every time he rams his giant cock back inside. I feel my holes stretched to the limits and beyond, aching and used, but... is there a part of me that might be...

No; of course I'm not enjoying this! I'm just imagining how wet my pussy has gotten, how much easier that cock is sliding in! I could never...

"Oh fuck," I moan, realizing too late what's about to happen. My entire body tenses, my holes clenching around the huge cocks fucking me, crying out as I begin to cum, tears still streaming down my face as they laugh.

"Let's pump this whore full," a voice is growling in my ear, and they're increasing the speed of their thrusts. Fuck, how am I still cumming? How is it possible for this to feel so good? I can feel their cum shooting deep inside me, so hot and thick as it fills my holes.

After a moment they're both withdrawing, the man beneath me is roughly pushing me off of him and onto the bed. I hear them both standing up, retrieving their clothes.

"Don't forget to grab that jewelry box," I hear one of them tell the other.

"Decent haul here, huh?" He laughs. Faintly I hear them in the kitchen, retrieving their bags, until their footsteps head for the front door and fade.

As I lay there, I realize three things in quick succession.

Firstly, I'm still naked on my bed, my hands taped behind my back.

Second, I didn't hear them close the front door when they left.

And third, the thought that makes me catch my breath...

The movers are supposed to be here with the rest of my furniture. All six of them.