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Home Invasion

I know I can’t fight it. He is going to kill me. I feel slightly dizzy. The man who broke into my house stares at me as I struggle to take in breaths. It really is the end. I’m on my knees, shaking as he approaches. Those cold eyes stare straight into my own greens. He holds the knife firmly and my anxiety makes breathing even more difficult. I can’t look any more. I shut my eyes. The silence is overwhelming and I can hear the frantic beating of my heart. Death doesn’t come. But as I hear him unzipping his jeans. I wish he had killed me. “Look at me,” he demands as he forcefully rips off my shirt. I tremble as I open my eyes. His cock is in front of me, already semi hard. “Put it in your mouth.” I shake my head. “Okay. If you’d rather it in your ass…” I’ve never given a blow job before. Despite the man about to rape me, I worry I’ll be bad at it. I take it in my hands. I hesitantly take the tip in my mouth and I’ve hardly begun when he grabs my hair and shakes his head. “Take it all.” I try, but I gag. Sighing, he grabs my head firmly. “If I feel teeth, you feel the knife. Got it?” I don’t have a chance to agree before he slams the length of his cock down my throat. My body begins to panic. I can’t breathe. I long to bite down, to break free. But the glistening knife so near my face forces me to fight the urge with all I have. When he brings the knife closer, I fear it is over, but then he cuts my bra. Finally, he pulls it out. I gasp for air, relief flowing through. I’ve ...

... hard got my breath when he does it again. “Enough of that,” he says as he withdraws from my throat. “Take your pants off.” I’m still wearing my jeans from earlier that day, and even with the threatening knife, I hesitate. He grabs me by my hair and shoves me to the floor. Scrambling, I begin to remove my jeans, my hands trembling as I unzip them. “Very nice,” he says with a smile as he sees my black lacy thong. He leans down and grabs it and begins to use it to pull my up. It’s cutting into my ass and my pussy when it begins to tear. Finally, he shoves it aside and rolls me onto my back. I know what’s coming, and I freeze as his large cock approaches my vagina.I see him spit on it and that’s when my fight or flight instinct kicks in. I begin to kick and attempt to crawl away. He isn’t even annoyed. He finds my attempt amusing as he grabs my leg and yanks me back. There is little I can do as he uses his knees to force my legs apart and pushes the tip of his cock against my pussy. The head enters, and I cry out. Then, he slams the entire length in. The spit wasn’t near enough lubricant because the pain is intense. He withdraws slowly before slamming it back in. My C cup tits jiggle with each powerful thrust. The agonizing thrusting lasts for several minutes. His cock pounds my pussy mercilessly, tearing itself in and out. My pussy gets a little bit wet, but I am not enjoying this. Although, it does make the entire situation a bit less painful. When the pain subsides a bit, I stop ...