Growing up, Lizzy's biggest fear had been robbers breaking into her house. She'd go to bed every night praying that nobody would break in and steal her away from her parents before morning, and she'd dream about it happening too.
But as she got older, and more years passed without it ever happening, Lizzy started falling asleep to much more pleasant thoughts, like Josh in her fifth period English class, or the places she'll go when she finally gets her own car.
And it's when she finally stops worrying about it, that her nightmare becomes reality.
There are three of them in the house, she thinks, just based on the muffled voices she can hear from her side of her bedroom door. She's got her phone gripped tightly in her hands, frantically texting with her mom, who's hiding in the master bedroom with her dad.
They've called the police, but their house is in the middle of nowhere, and there's no guarantee they'll get here before the men trashing their house get what they want.
Lizzy covers her mouth with one of her hands to muffle her whimpers when she hears one of the men instruct the others to find a way into the master bedroom, and her phone clatters to the ground when she jumps at the sound of one of the other men kicking in her parents' door.
Everything happens so fast after that—her mother's screams, her father's shouting, her own door being busted open and her room invaded. One minute Lizzy is hiding alone and terrified and the next, she's fully exposed as her room is filled by all three men and her helpless parents.
Her mom and dad can't speak with their mouths gagged, so it's up to Lizzy to try to reason with the men in front of her to try to save all of them.
"What do you want from us?" she asks in a surprisingly steady voice, though her hands are a lot less so. "Whatever it is, you can have it. Just please, please, don't hurt us."
The biggest of the three—who is obviously the ringleader—smirks at Lizzy through the mask he's wearing.
"Frank, Kyle, you heard the girl," he tells his buddies. "Take what you want."
Her dad understands the implication before Lizzy does and starts desperately fighting against the ties binding his wrists and ankles together, screaming something she doesn't understand until the two men start descending upon her and she realizes what's about to happen.
"No, no, please don't!" Lizzy begs them, but no sooner does she get the plea out do they attack.
Frank grabs her first—the stronger of the two, and the one with wilder eyes—and easily manhandles her onto the bed, throwing her down without a care.
"Grab her arms, pin her down!" he orders Kyle, waiting until the other man is able to grab hold of her wild arms before he starts roughly tugging her pajama pants and underwear off her kicking legs.
"Stop it!" Lizzy screams, thrashing around between the two men, even though it's clearly no use. She can hear her parents trying to do the same behind their gags, but none of them make a difference. "Let me go, please, let me go!"
But her cries only seem to spur the men on more, as Kyle kneels on her arms, using all of his weight to completely immobilize her while Frank sheds his pants, wrenches Lizzy's long creamy legs open, and crams the entire length of his already hard cock into her tight, dry cunt.
Lizzy shrieks hysterically in agony as Frank starts to rape her, instinctively twisting her lower body in an attempt to get away from the pain, but all it does it make it hurt worse.
Frank grunts from above her, his face hidden behind a ski mask but his eyes dark and evil. His fingers press harshly into her soft thighs, ready to leave marks, and his cock feels like a punch to the gut every time he plunges it into her pussy.
If Lizzy was thinking more clearly right now—instead of crying in blind terror and pain as Frank brutally shoves his cock in and out of her—she'd try to memorize his eyes or his clothes or look for something identifying on his person.
But as it is, all she can think about right now is how much it all hurts, and not just physically. It feels like Frank is ripping Lizzy's cunt up with each vicious thrust of his punishing cock—turning it inside out—but she knows that's not the pain that's going to stay with her if she survives.
"Please," she begs through her tears, feeling pathetic and small underneath the much bigger men. "Please, stop. Please."
"You're way too pretty not to take a piece of," Kyle tells her coldly, reaching forward to grab both of her thighs from the other man so he can pull them up and apart, to give Frank more room to work his cock into her harder. "Girl like you was made to be fucked."
Lizzy whimpers and shivers at the callousness of his words, but they give her a renewed bout of determination—if not strength—and she tries again to wriggle free from their grip, even though once again, all it does is make it hurt more.
But she still tries, she still fights, just like she knows her parents are, but eventually her body gives up before her heart does, in more ways than one. Which Frank notices immediately and he lets out a sadistic, gleeful laugh.
"Someone's starting to enjoy it," he taunts her, bringing his thumb down to rub harshly over her clit as he continues to mercilessly impale Lizzy's tight cunt with his massive cock, fucking into her deeper and deeper, breaking her open. "You sure you don't want this, baby? You're sure getting wet for my cock!"
Lizzy turns hot with shame and embarrassment as her body betrays her, pussy slick with natural lubricant as it responds to her rape against her will. It makes it hurt less—as Frank' cock slips inside her easier—but she's not sure it's worth the humiliation. She prays her dad is screaming and fighting too hard to hear this.
"What will Daddy think when he finds out his little girl is getting off on this?" Kyle wonders cruelly, reading her mind.
"I'm-I'm not," she chokes out pathetically, words as wet as her cunt as it swallows Frank' cock eagerly, tightening around it. Lizzy starts to sob from the shame of it all, the physical pain fading to make room for the crushing emotional hurt. "I don't want this," she tries to protest, but she's met with nothing but mocking laughter.
The fight has completely left Lizzy now, as every dark and self loathing thought starts to consume her, and she barely even reacts to Kyle's words. "Roll her over and get underneath her," he tells Frank, easing off of the teen's arms finally, now that she's given up.
Lizzy is limp as Frank leans over her and gathers her body into his muscular arms to switch positions with her, so that he's laying back on the bed with Lizzy sprawled out on top of him. His cock stays snug inside her through all the shifting, and he starts bucking up into her again as Kyle moves around the pink painted bedroom.
She can hear him undoing his pants and kicking them across the floor, and when she feels rough, barely damp fingers pushing into her ass, Lizzy doesn't even have the strength left to fight it.
Soon—too soon—Kyle's cock is replacing his fingers, and Lizzy's burning all over again as he feeds her virgin ass every painful inch without much more than his spit as lube.
Lizzy screams and cries and thrashes between the two strong men as they conquer both of her tight holes at the same time, forcing and cramming their fat cocks into her, over and over again, so she feels like she's being broken apart by their dicks.
She has no idea how long the torture lasts, but it feels endless. It's humiliating and painful, and she feels sick when she actually comes from it all—her pussy clutching at Frank' cock while her ass clenches around Kyle's, sucking them deeper into her body.
But at least it pulls both men over the edge with her, as they both bury their cocks into her to the hilt and start spurting warm cum into Lizzy's already violated body, painting her insides white as she sobs into Frank' chest.
The last thing she remembers before passing out is the sound of police sirens in the near distance.
Lizzy wakes up in a basement she doesn't recognize, naked and strapped to a bed.
She's sore and groggy, and has no idea how long she's been unconscious for. Her head hurts, like it's taken a hit, but it feels like it's more than just that.
Her eyes take minutes to adjust, and when they do, she finally notices the two naked men standing on either side of her. These ones aren't wearing masks, but she doesn't know if it's the same two men that raped her before, or if there are others; she can't see their eyes well enough to know for sure.
"Look who's finally up," the man to her right says, and the voice sounds familiar to her, so she can only assume it's either Frank or Kyle; he's not big enough to be their leader.
"It's about time," the other one says with a sinister smile. "It's so much more fun when you're awake."
Lizzy pulls on her binds but they don't budge much at all, and it isn't until that moment, when she tries to plead with them, that she registers the duct tape on her mouth. All she can do is watch helplessly as the men descend upon her for a second (or third?) time, and her only solace is that at least this time they decide to take turns.
Kyle—she thinks—goes first; his cock regular in length, but obscenely thick as it stretches Lizzy's already widened cunt. He climbs on top of her restrained body and fucks her in short, harsh jabs, pawing at her pale tits and squeezing her nipples all the while.
He comes before she does, releasing another load of sperm into Lizzy's cunt with a pathetically boyish whimper before he pulls out and lets his buddy take over.
Frank is much bigger and only a little thinner, and Lizzy can somehow feel every ridge of his cock as he shoves it into her, even with all the cum it slips through. His thrusts are longer and deeper, and he takes his time—his face hard and twisted up in glee as he feels her body start to respond to him once again.
Lizzy comes—hard—before he does, and tries to ignore the way the men laugh and cheer when she does. By the time Frank comes inside her and adds another load to Lizzy's unprotected womb, she hopes she passes out again.
Lizzy has no idea how long Frank and Kyle fuck her for—the dizziness in her head from whatever she was hit with just gets worse the longer she's awake—but she must pass out at some point, because one minute Kyle is on top of her, and inside of her , and the next, there's three new guys around her.
"Wh—" she tries to speak, but it's not just her head that's groggy now. Lizzy can't seem to form proper words, not even in her head, let alone getting them out of her mouth, and as she slowly starts to register that she's sandwiched between two of these monsters again—that one has its cock in her pussy, while the other one is fucking her in the ass—she realizes she can't really feel it.
Lizzy can feel her own body jostling between the two hard ones, and she can feel rough hands on her, but just the touch of them—she doesn't feel the pain or even the pleasure of any of it.
"Damn, those drugs must be real strong," Kyle comments from somewhere else in the room, just as the third guy lifts Lizzy's head by her matted hair and shoves a third cock into her slack mouth.
She can feel this one a bit more, because it's choking her in no time at all, but when she tries to move her arms to push him back now that she's no longer tied to the bed, she finds she still can't really move them.
She's a rag doll between three men, so all Lizzy can do—with her half there mind and not at all there body—is take it.
The next time Lizzy wakes up, there's only one other person in the room with her now—the leader. She thinks she's heard him referred to as Bruce.
Without his mask on, Lizzy can see that he's older than the other men, but still young enough to be physically threatening. He's huge and built and he looks even more intimidating now than he did standing in her home with his face hidden.
He's sitting at her bedside, gently stroking her hair and smiling softly down at her. "I've been waiting for you to awaken."
Her head feels heavy and foggy, and holy shit, does her entire body ache—how long did those guys fuck her for? Lizzy tries to move, but she's immediately reminded that Frank had tied her down again and she's completely at Bruce's mercy.
"Wh-what time is it?" she asks softly, as if that matters. Lizzy just wants to know if she survived the night. "How long has it been?"
"It's morning," Bruce admits, brushing her hair back once more before he gets up from his seat and starts carefully removing his clothes. "Frank and Kyle tell me you've been a good girl for them, and for Billy and Ryan, too. I don't usually like having my turn last, but I had to give the boys something for all their hard work and they were getting antsy. At least this way I can have all the time with you I want."
Lizzy fights the exhaustion clouding her mind to try to understand what Bruce is saying to her. "Time? H-How much time? How long are you planning to keep me here?"
The man is completely naked now—his clothes folded up onto the chair he'd just been sitting in—and her tired eyes can't help but take in the sight of him. Bruce is full of muscle and Lizzy's disgusted to admit that he's actually attractive; his chest is a little hairy, abs are tight and the defined V-line of his hips lead down to a massive cock—hard, thick and covered in veins.
"We're going to be very happy together, Lizzy," he tells her as he moves to stand between her spread legs, one hand tugging at his cock while his other prods her still sore cunt.
She wonders if Frank or Kyle must have cleaned her up a bit after she passed out, because it doesn't feel like she's completely stuffed full of their semen anymore.
"My—my parents," Lizzy mumbles, not even bothering to plead with him anymore. She knows it's pointless, so she uses her breath for something more important. "Where are they? Did you hurt them?"
Bruce chuckles, but it's lighter than the ones still ringing in her ears from her time with the other men. "They're alive," he assures her, fingers working inside Lizzy's stretched cunt, inspecting the damage Frank, Kyle and the other two have done. "A little beat up and surely terrified for their little girl, but otherwise, they're perfectly safe at home."
Lizzy's stomach lurches at the thought of her parents scared out of their minds, looking for her. "They'll find me," she insists, trying to convince herself. "They'll come for me and save me."
"Maybe," Bruce hums, finally removing his fingers and spreading Lizzy's unwanted arousal all over his imposing cock as he gets into place between her legs and starts running the head of it through her puffy pink cunt lips. Lizzy whimpers at the tingles it sends through her nerve endings.
And then Bruce is pushing the entire length of his unforgiving cock into Lizzy's already twitching cunt, and she cries out—in surprise, in pain, in pleasure, it's all the same at this point—as he starts violently fucking her with wild abandon.
Lizzy's body responds to this rape just as it has all the others, or maybe even more; she's secretly fantasized about fucking older men that looked just like Bruce before. Her traitorous cunt is literally dripping onto the bed underneath her as he claims her pussy for himself, pistoning in and out and in and out and—
"Oh, fuck!"
She comes embarrassingly hard within minutes, her already exhausted body trembling as she squirts her pleasure all over Bruce's cock; visual proof of her body's betrayal and her deep humiliation.
Bruce laughs, slapping Lizzy's soaking mound a few times with his heavy cock before he's shoving it back inside her tender cunt to continue his assault.
Lizzy comes twice more before Bruce finally buries all nine inches into her pussy and empties another load of cum into her fertile womb, but the look in his eyes tells her he's not done with her yet, not by a long shot.