The front door gave way with a splintering crack just after midnight. She was still in her robe, barefoot on the kitchen tile, when the first stranger shoved inside. He was broad, masked, smelling of sweat and cold night air. The second followed fast, kicking the door shut behind them. No words at first, only the scrape of boots and the sound of her breath catching.
She backed up until the counter hit her spine. The first man grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head against the cabinets.
His grip was iron. The second one yanked the belt of her robe open in one rough pull, letting the thin fabric fall open. Her skin prickled under their stares. She tried to twist free, but the first man only laughed low and pressed his body closer, letting her feel the hard line of his cock through his jeans.
They moved her to the living room without ceremony. One on each side, hands gripping her upper arms hard enough to bruise. They bent her over the arm of the couch, face down into the cushions. Her robe was ripped the rest of the way off and tossed aside. Cool air hit her bare ass and thighs. She heard zippers, the rustle of denim. A hand slapped her right cheek, then the left, spreading heat across her skin.
Fingers probed between her legs without warning. Rough, testing. She was dry at first, but the friction and the helplessness started to change that. The first stranger spat on his fingers and pushed two inside her anyway, working them deep while the second one held her wrists behind her back. She made a sound, half protest, half something else. He ignored it and kept pumping his fingers until her cunt started to slick around them.
The first one replaced his fingers with his cock in one hard thrust. No easing in. He buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, grinding against her ass while she clenched around the sudden stretch. The second man moved to the front of the couch, fisted her hair, and pulled her head up. His cock brushed her lips. She kept them closed until he pinched her nose shut; when she gasped, he pushed inside her mouth.
They took her like that for long minutes, one cock driving into her from behind, the other sliding over her tongue. Spit ran down her chin. The man behind her changed angles, hitting deeper, his hips slapping loud against her. Every thrust shoved her forward onto the cock in her mouth. She gagged once and the man in front only groaned and pushed farther.
They switched. The second man took her cunt while the first one used her mouth. This one was thicker; the stretch burned in a way that made her thighs shake. He reached under her, found her clit, and rubbed it in tight circles while he fucked her. Her body betrayed her, hips twitching back to meet him even as she tried to stay still. The orgasm hit fast and sharp, her cunt pulsing around him. He laughed, called her a filthy slut, and fucked her through it.
They flipped her onto her back on the floor. One held her legs wide while the other knelt between them and pushed back inside. The angle let him go deeper. The second man straddled her chest, feeding his cock between her breasts, then back into her mouth. Hands everywhere: squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, holding her throat just tight enough to make breathing an effort. She came again, smaller this time, a helpless flutter around the cock pounding her.
They finished inside her, one after the other, grunting as they flooded her cunt. Cum leaked out when they pulled free. They left her on the floor, robe ruined, legs splayed, breathing hard. The front door opened and closed again. Footsteps faded down the walk.
She stayed where she was for a long time, body sore, cunt throbbing, the taste of them still on her tongue. The house was quiet again except for the sound of her own ragged breathing and the slow drip of what they had left behind.
