The night was calm outside, the kind of suburban evening where everything was still, with only the faint hum of distant traffic. Inside the Hargrave household, Selene and Mitch were winding down in the living room. Mitch sat on the couch with a tablet on his lap, aimlessly scrolling through news articles, while Selene folded laundry, occasionally glancing at the television, which murmured a game show neither of them were paying much attention to. It was an ordinary evening quiet and predictable, like every other night in their household. Until it wasn’t. A faint metallic clink came from the kitchen, barely loud enough to register. Selene paused, her hands lingering over a pair of socks she was folding. "Did you hear that?" she asked in a whisper, her red-wine eyes flicking toward Mitch. Mitch looked up from his tablet, brow furrowing. "Probably nothing. Maybe the fridge..." he mumbled, though his voice lacked conviction. The next sound wasn’t so easy to ignore a heavy thud followed by the creak of a door. Both of them froze. Mitch slowly set his tablet down as the hairs on his arms rose. Selene’s heartbeat quickened, her eyes now locked on the entryway leading toward the hallway. Something felt wrong. Very wrong. Before either of them could react, a shadow appeared in the doorway tall and deliberate, with slow, measured steps. The figure stepped forward, and the dim light revealed a man clad in black from head to toe, his face masked beneath a dark hood and bandana. In one hand, he carried a metal crowbar, its heavy weight catching a glint from the television’s glow. Selene gasped, but the sound barely escaped her lips before the man moved with startling speed. In an instant, he was on them one hand clamping down on Mitch’s shoulder and shoving him back into the couch, the other motioning toward Selene in a warning. The crowbar’s presence loomed between them, silent and cold. "Don’t... don’t hurt us" Mitch stammered, raising his hands instinctively. But the man said nothing. Not a single word. He moved with eerie precision, as if performing a task he had done many times before. Selene’s mind raced. Why isn’t he saying anything? Before they could protest further, the intruder reached into a bag slung over his shoulder and pulled out a roll of thick rope and a roll of duct tape. The next moments were a chaotic blur Mitch was yanked off the couch and forced into a chair, his arms pinned behind him with the rope. Selene tried to scramble away, but the man was faster. He grabbed her wrist with an iron grip and dragged her toward another chair, forcing her down roughly. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. Both husband and wife were tied tightly to the chairs, the ropes digging into their skin. Every twist of the rope was deliberate, binding their arms behind them and securing their legs to the chair legs. It was suffocatingly tight, ensuring they had no chance to struggle. The last thing the man did was press duct tape over their mouths, silencing any attempt at speech. Selene whimpered behind the gag, her eyes wide with fear. The silence in the room was deafening. The television still murmured in the background, the cheerful host of the game show asking questions neither Mitch nor Selene could answer. The juxtaposition of normalcy and horror made the situation even more surreal. The intruder, still silent, began his grim work. With methodical efficiency, he moved through the house, searching drawers, cabinets, and closets. He emptied jewelry boxes, swept gadgets off counters, and stuffed valuables into his bag all within view of the helpless couple. Selene’s stomach churned as she watched the man toss their personal belongings aside like trash, the crowbar occasionally scraping the floor as he moved. She squirmed in the chair, the rope biting into her skin as she struggled against it. Her long hair, now a disheveled mess, fell across her face, clinging to the tears that welled in her eyes. She wanted to scream, but the gag muffled every sound, turning her cries into pitiful whimpers. Mitch, beside her, was equally powerless, his eyes filled with quiet terror. He had always prided himself on being a reliable, if boring, husband someone who could protect her. But now he was just as helpless as she was, tied up like a puppet, forced to watch as the intruder tore through their life. Time seemed to stretch and distort. Five minutes? Ten? An hour? They couldn’t tell. All they knew was the overwhelming presence of the silent figure moving from room to room, the crowbar never far from his reach. Selene’s mind raced. Why isn’t he talking? Why doesn’t he say anything? The absence of words made everything worse there was no threat to reason with, no demands to meet. It was as if the man didn’t care about them at all, only about what he could take. And that made him more terrifying than any shouting thief. At one point, the man returned to the living room, his eyes briefly locking with Selene’s. Her breath hitched. Even though his face was masked, she could feel the cold detachment radiating from him. She squirmed again, her body trembling beneath the ropes, and tried desperately to communicate with her eyes Please… please, just leave us alone...

She struggles weakly against her bonds, whimpering through the gag as he picks her up effortlessly and sits her down on his lap, facing away from her husband. He then takes off her blouse roughly, revealing her wine-red eyes and ample breasts. His hands grope roughly at her body, finding her nipples and pinching them hard, drawing out cries of pain through the gag.

The pain and humiliation make her struggle more feebly against his grip as he forces himself inside her. She whimpers pathetically through the tape as he hits her G spot over and over again, using her own body to fuel his lust. Her husband watches on, impotent tears streaming down his face at the sight of his beloved wife being violated before him.

As the intruder continues his brutal assault on her body, she can't help but moan despite herself. The intense pleasure conflicting with the agony of the situation pushes her over the edge, and she finally reaches orgasm. Her cries muffle into a garbled mess as the tape and ropes constrict her throat, but there's no mistaking the sound of ecstasy in her voice. The intruder seems to take delight in her moans, thrusting harder as he milks her climax for all it's worth.

Her eyes roll back in her head as the intruder's brutal thrusts push her to the edge once again. Barely able to form coherent thoughts through the haze of pleasure and pain, she manages to squeak out a muffled response. "Y-your cock is b-better... bigger..." she pants, tears streaming down her face as she struggles against the ropes binding her.

The intruder seems satisfied with her answer, grinning wickedly before slamming into her one last time, his thrusts wild and reckless. She can feel him growing harder inside her, pressing against a sensitive spot deep within that threatens to send her over the edge once more. The sensation is enough to make her shudder and whimper in mixed agony and ecstasy.

As he comes, so does she. Her body spasms violently around him, her c

"Husband..." she whispers weakly, eyes fluttering shut as the intruder's rough thrusts send waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "Your... cock is small... pathetic..." Her voice is barely audible beneath the gag, but there's no mistaking the accusation in her words.

Her husband's eyes widen in shock and hurt before they fill with rage, his own struggles against the ropes growing frantic as he tries to free himself from his chair. The intruder laughs darkly, seemingly enjoying the added tension in the room. "Oh really?" he growls, then shoves roughly into her again and again, pounding her body with brutal force.

With each thrust, Selene feels a mixture of pain and pleasure that threatens to overwhelm her senses completely. Her husband's struggles against his restraints grow more

With one last violent thrust, he empties himself inside her. Her body convulses around him, every muscle straining as she climaxes for the third time. She can feel his warm seed filling her womb, his growl of satisfaction echoing in her ear. The intruder pants heavily, then grinning menacingly, reaches between them to stroke her clit, sending another shudder of pleasure through her body.

Her husband looks on, his eyes wide with anger and pain as he watches the man violate the woman he loves. His fists clench rhythmically at his sides, making futile efforts to free himself from the ropes binding him. The intruder's gaze shifts back to Mitch for a moment, studying him before turning his attention back to Selene, his grin twisted into something cruel and hungry.

"Husband..." she whispers weakly again, eyes still shut, feeling the hot seed filling her. "I... I'm sorry... I didn't mean it..." Her hands shift helplessly against the ropes binding her wrists behind the chair back. Tears slip down her cheeks as she meets his accusing gaze. She doesn't understand why this had to happen; why they were chosen. All she knows is that she never wanted any of this.

The intruder, on the other hand, seems to delight in their misery. He continues to stroke her clit ruthlessly, forcing another squirt of liquid from her over her husband's face and neck. Her cries mingle with his growls, making a sickening symphony of pleasure and pain. The ropes dig into her flesh as she writhes in the chair, struggling against both physical restraints and the invisible ones

Her eyes widen in fear as she looks between her husband's hurt gaze and the intruder grinning maliciously above her. "I-I'm not... yours..." she whispers, voice shaking. She licks her lips nervously, feeling the gag press against them. Her body still thrums with pleasure from the multiple orgasms he's forced upon her, but she knows she can't let him continue to do this. "Please," she begs softly, wincing at the sound of her voice muffled by the tape. "Just leave us alone."

The intruder snorts, apparently unimpressed by her pleas. His hand finds its way between her legs once more, roughly massaging her clit as he leans in close to whisper in her ear. "I'll fuck you whenever I want," he growls, his hot breath sending shivers down her sp

Her eyes roll back in her head as the intruder thrusts deep inside her once more, hitting her G spot with brutal precision. The pleasure is so intense she can hardly breathe, and the words spill out before she can stop them. "Husband... his cock..." Her voice breaks between each word, tears streaming down her face as she struggles against the ropes. She knows it's wrong to say this, but the intruder has taken control of her body in ways she never expected. She doesn't even realize the full extent of what she's admitting until the words are out there, hanging between them like a weight.

Mitch looks at her with disbelief and pain etched into every line of his face. His struggles against the ropes grow more frantic, his voice hoarse from calling for help that will never come. The intruder seems to enjoy their misery, laughing dark

She shudders, the pleasure making her voice tremble as she speaks his name. "His cock... is bigger..." Her cheeks burn with shame as she glances at her husband's stricken face. "Thicker..." She winces as he roughly thrusts again, grinning down at her. "And it feels so good..." Her words seem to carry weight that they don't quite mean, but in this moment, under the influence of his touch and her need for release, she can't help but say them.

Mitch's eyes widen further, hurt etching a path through anger and betrayal as he looks at her. The intruder seems to sense this, relishing the added tension in the room. He takes advantage of Selene's vulnerability by tilting her hips upward with one hand, digging his other fist deep into her hair as he forces himself even deeper

With one final thrust, the intruder releases himself inside her, filling her womb with his seed as she moans around the gag. Her legs shake uncontrollably as waves of pleasure wash over her body, making it difficult for her to remain upright in the chair. The intruder roughly spreads her legs wide, exposing her wet center to her husband, taunting him with what he's taken from her and claiming her as his own. Her cheeks flushed with shame and arousal, she whispers a broken apology through her gag. "I'm sorry..."

She sits limply in the chair, trying to catch her breath as she watches the intruder straighten up. Her eyes dart between him and her husband, a mixture of shame, guilt, and regret etched on her reddened face. With shaking hands, she reaches for the duct tape, tears blurring her vision as she struggles to undo the gag from around her mouth. "I'm sorry," she whispers again when she's finally free, licking her lips before turning back to Mitch with pleading eyes. "I didn't mean any of it... please believe me..."

Mitch doesn't look at her as he gasps in pain and shock. "I don't know what you want," he manages to choke out between ragged breaths, "but just leave us alone." Tears stream down his face as he tries not to show how much it hurts. She feels a stab of guilt for putting him through this, but she can't seem to find the strength to do anything about it. All she can do is sit here and watch as their lives unravel before them.

Her eyes widen in horror as the intruder roughly pushes Mitch down to his knees and presents his exposed ass. She screams silently inside her head, wanting to stop him but unable to find the words. Her husband whimpers in pain as he feels the intruder's cock press against his hole. He looks up at Selene, their gazes locking for a moment before everything goes black. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes through the room, drowning out all other noises. She can only watch in sick fascination as her husband is violated, feeling helpless and powerless to do anything about it. Her body trembles with revulsion and fear, tears streaming down her face unchecked.

As the intruder begins to thrust roughly into Mitch's ass, Selene closes her eyes tightly, trying to block out the sight before her. The cries of pain mingle

Her heart races as she listens to the sounds of their struggle and violation. She can't look away; her gaze is locked on Mitch as he endures this horrific ordeal. A shudder runs through her body at the thought that she could ever have felt pleasure under such circumstances, but it only serves to make her feel more guilty and disgusted with herself.

She tries to fight back tears, but they won't stop falling down her cheeks. She knows this will haunt them both for the rest of their lives, no matter how much she wishes she could undo what's happened tonight. All she can do now is hope that whoever finds them will be able to help them escape from this living nightmare.

Her husband's anguished cries pierce the air as he is brutally violated before her eyes. Selene feels her own body trembling with fear and revulsion, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks. She wants nothing more than to make it stop, but she's helpless against the intruder's strength and depravity.

As the intruder continues to fill Mitch's hole with his cum, Selene can't help but wonder how far this man will go to torture them both. She tries in vain to pry her hands loose from their bonds, desperate for some way to protect her husband and end this nightmare. But no matter how hard she struggles, her skin only tears beneath the tight ropes, sending fresh waves of pain coursing through her body.

With a final, agonized groan, the intruder withdraws from Mitch's ass. He