"Just another bored and horny housewife," I muse as I hang a MIA flag from the driveway pillar near the road that passes by my elegant house in an exclusive neighborhood. "Now to try to explain it to my neighbors."
As I get ready for my morning run I wonder: "I've never lied to my friends but now I'm getting ready to tell them a complete batch of lies. Then again, how can I explain to them that the flag is my way of inviting my rapist to return and take me again."
As usual, I'm way ahead of my story. Let me back up and fill you in.
I am, as I said before, just another lonely, bored, and horny housewife. I am at home while my executive husband travels the world, managing the many branches of his company. I am expected to keep the house ready for a high-level business meeting that may happen with little notice at any time of the day or night, and I have a large budget and a few suppliers people to help me.
If you are thinking: "bird in a gilded cage" you're painfully close to being correct. I am indeed a trophy wife, with a pretty good brain and a talent for organization and making the people who attend my husband's meetings feel they are valued guests at my husband's private residence.
I work hard at keeping my body in top shape, with smooth skin, clear complexion, healthy toned muscles and always perfect hair and makeup. I still look like I'm twenty-one, and as I get older this takes ever more work and expensive specialists.
One of the ways I keep toned is to run with friends every morning, a chance to combine exercise with human contact. As you may have guessed by now, my hunger for human contact is extreme. This life of leisure is killing me with boredom!
My neighbor Sue jogs past and I swing into place along side her as we go down the street toward Ali's house. We are all in the same situation, trophy wives to absent husbands, and you can imagine the conversations we've had over the past months and years. I've learned from my running mates everything from new caterers to waxing and massage providers.
"So what's up with your MIA flag, Kelly?" she asked.
"Some days I feel like my whole life is MIA, Sue, so I hung out a flag just to show the world I still exist," I replied.
It wasn't exactly a lie, but it certainly was lying by telling a truth. I feel like a shit for lying to her, but how could I explain the truth? I mean, Sue is a good friend, but how many friends are prepared to accept the fact that not only was I raped, but now I am inviting him back to take me again?
"Hmmmm," said Sue. "You are certainly not the only one who feels her life is MIA, Kelly." Then she added: "But what to do about it seems to be our common problem."
"That reminds me," she continued, "Did you try the dildo with the suction cup that sticks on the shower wall?"
"You cannot begin to know how much it pleased me," I answered. "I went down to the adult toy store that very afternoon and bought one, then took it home and tried it out. Much better to have both my hands free."
Another half-lie, I was pleasuring myself with this dildo when my rapist appeared. And while it was a lot better to not have to use a hand for my dildo, my hands weren't exactly free.
It happened like this: The day that Sue told me about the dildo with a suction cup that sticks it to the shower wall I went to the adult store and asked the clerk if she had such a thing in stock. She replied: "Sure, what color do you want?"
"Black," I said with a shy and embarrassed feeling.
Leaving the store I went home, locked the doors and turned on the shower. I then soaped my entire body to make it feel sensuous and slick, then caressed lube onto my new toy. I then slowly backed up, sliding the toy into my wet and ready pussy. This was pure heaven, so much better than holding a dildo in one hand.
This way I could imagine my lover stroking into me from behind as I held my body ready for him, hands on my knees and quivering with each stroke. The only thing I wished was that the cock wasn't so long, I'm not big enough to take it all in so I can't imitate him slamming deep into me. If I'm not careful the end of the dick pushes painfully against my cervix.
I drifted into a daze, fucking myself with long strokes and wishing I could pound back against the shower wall as if my lover was hammering me deep and hard. I decided I'd visit the adult toy story again and ask for one that is a bit shorter.
Suddenly my hands are snatched from my knees and my arms are painfully bound behind my back, my forearms are held so high up my back that I think my shoulders are going to be disjointed if I try to move.
I gasp with surprise and pain, and a huge ball is jammed into my mouth and tightly fastened behind my head. Then my attacker kicks my feet wide apart and fastens my ankles to something that holds my legs very far apart.
Within seconds I am totally immobilized and rendered helpless without even seeing or hearing who my attacker is. I quickly find out my attacker is a 'he' as I am entered from behind by a penis that slams into me until I feel his balls slap against my flesh. I'm big enough to take all of him, there is no pain from bottoming out as his hips slam against my ass with a force that rocks me forward onto my toes.
I'm in shock from the sudden attack, not yet fully realizing that I have suddenly been shifted from masturbation to rape.
He remains 'balls deep' in my pussy and pulls my hair, moving my head painfully back. He does not have to say a word to get his message across. His hands and his dick say it loud and clear: "You're mine, bitch, and if you try to fight me it will only hurt you and not change a thing."
He pushes me onto the floor and rolls me over onto my back, then fastens my wrists to the bar that is holding my feet wide apart. I now am hogtied and looking up at my attacker; I realize that he's wearing something over his head that makes it hard to distinguish his features.
I watch him put on a condom and wonder: "If he's worried about disease, why does he rape?"
Then I realize with a sinking feeling that he's not worried about STD but wants to leave no trace inside me for the police and hospital to analyze. "This hombre has raped before," I realize with a shudder of dread.
I didn't have to wait long to find out what was in store for me next. He grasped my legs and rolled me up onto my upper back and shoulders, presenting my most private flesh for his use. Holding me in this position he pushed the head of his cock firmly against the brown rose of my asshole, and began slow and enduring pressure to gain entrance.
I pride myself on my physical condition, I work long and hard to be as fit and trim as I can be. I was sure that the muscles of my butt would deny him entrance, with daily running and swimming my ass is firm and strong.
Persistence is an equally strong force and cannot be denied forever, my clenched asshole relaxed for only an instant but that allowed him the opportunity he was waiting for and the head of his penis slid past my defending ring of muscle.
Proceeding slowly and relentlessly his dick penetrated the hidden depths of my ass until he was fully engulfed within me, his balls placed firmly against my tailbone area and his penis feeling like it filled me from my ass all the way to my stomach. He had penetrated me so slowly that there was no pain from his entry, but the feeling of fullness was uncomfortable.
"I like taking you in this position because it makes you look at the man who is raping you in the ass," he said in a quiet, matter-of-fact voice. "I like watching your face as you slowly realize that there is nothing you can do but accept me," he continued. "It's going to be long and slow, again and again, and you will slowly relax into being taken and used for my pleasure."
With that, he began to slowly and steadily move in my ass, withdrawing until only the head of his penis remained inside me, then stroking deeply until his balls again pressed against my body. I continued to clench my ass until he said: "I like it when you clench your ass hole, it makes you so deliciously tight when you squeeze my dick. Makes me able to imagine that your ass is virgin."
After that I tried to stop clenching my ass, it wasn't working to keep him out and I'll be damned if I give him any extra pleasure. I focused on enduring my rape and waiting for the security company and police to respond to the silent alarms from our extensive security system.
After what seemed to be an eternity he paused in his stroking and began inserting my black shower buddy dick into my pussy, while his dick remained firmly in my ass. "Now you can imagine that your black boyfriend and I are sharing you," he said in a taunting voice. "It's a pity we don't have another one handy for a three-some."
That thought made me shudder in revulsion, not that the thought of pleasing three men at once is revolting but the thought of being raped in all three holes at the same time is more than I want to imagine.
"What's taking the police so damn long?" I wondered. It seems to have been an eternity since my attacker started using me, and I only live minutes away from our well-staffed town police station. All of the residents of our little community treat our police quite well and support extra officers and equipment with special assessments. In return, we have a quiet and safe community with outstanding police response to every call.
I clearly remember assurances of the security system company when we bought the security system, it is the ultimate in home protection. The chief of our police reviewed the system with the security company and assured us that the only better protection would be to hire full-time guards.
My body language must have given away my hopes, he suddenly said: "By the way, I took over your security system the same way I invaded your body. I looked for a weakness and then took advantage of it."
