It was over -- over for a few minutes anyway, as the two hoodlums who'd broken into my apartment stood around the disordered bed and laughed at what they'd done to me. How could it have happened? One minute everything had been normal, the next I'd found myself helpless and begging for mercy from two scumbags who'd shown me none. Now I was keeping my eyes closed, trying to pretend this wasn't happening and I hadn't really had to endure the complete humiliation of the last half hour.

"Hey, Adrea, don't go to sleep on us, I'm getting it up for you again. We've got to try something really special the next time around."

That was the shorter black haired one with the crazy eyes, the one who called himself 'Kenny'. One look at him and I'd thought maybe he was into drugs. The sort of guy who seems more off the planet than on it. If his partner was using drugs they were probably steroids because he was built like an athlete. 'Cartman' was the name he used and he seemed content to back up Kenny, no matter what. It had been like that ever since they'd appeared out of nowhere.

I didn't know how the pair of them had got inside the apartment but there hadn't been any sign of damage when I'd opened the door. Nor had I seen anything out of the normal. Not that I was looking very carefully because my husband was due back tonight from a business trip. The last time we'd talked he said that things were going very well and he wanted to take me out to dinner when he got back. So I'd rushed in, showered and started getting ready for the night out.

There was one thing which wasn't the way I'd expected. There were no messages on my answering machine -- none at all. That was odd, there was nearly always one or two waiting for me every day. I'd especially expected Jake to leave word what time he'd be home. Still, I didn't really think much of it.

And then I'd gone into the bedroom, put on my makeup and begun getting dressed when I looked up into the mirror and saw these two creeps behind me grinning at my nakedness. They were already inside the bedroom and standing there as if they owned the place. I'd spun around, tried to cover myself with my hands, yelled at them to get out and Kenny had laughed, stepped forward and punched me in the pit of my stomach.

I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, I was hunched up with my hands down around where he'd hit me as I tried to get my breath back. Kenny had grabbed my wrists, stepped up onto the bed and hauled me across it, then left me there on my knees with the big guy's hand hard down on the top of my back.

"Hi, Adrea, nice to meet you. We're you're friendly neighborhood burglars. I'm Kenny and this is Cartman. We've just stopped by to collect our dues." He'd giggled like a school girl at his sarcasm.

"How -- how do you know my name?"

"You mean apart from all the letters and documents around here with your name on them? Well, it was from the messages on the answering machine. See, I had a look at your pictures and I said to Cartman here that I'd bet you were a girl with a great social life. So maybe we should see if there were any interesting calls for you. And guess what, there was one from Jake. A real interesting message about having to cancel out on your big night tonight, on account of an unforeseen problem. So we wiped your answering machine and decided to stay back to tell you all about it, hey, Cartman?"

Cartman spoke for the first time, enjoying himself as much as his buddy: "Poor old Jake. You won't believe this but he went and fell down a flight of steps in Birmingham and broke his ankle. Your old man won't be able to make it home for a couple of days at least. Yep, that's the way of things, going along fine and then all of a sudden something real bad happens when you least expect it."

His hand slapped down on my bared bottom so hard I cried out with the pain as the two men laughed. "Yeah, you never can tell when or where the next blow's going to fall, can you, Adrea?"

Cartman's palm slammed down against the same stinging buttock again, hurting even more this time. I pulled the coverlet up to my mouth, trying to stifle my sobs.

"I think Cartman wants an answer," Kenny said.

"No, no, you can never tell," I gabbled, trying to stop the blows.

"There's a good girl," Kenny gloated. "So poor old Jake's stuck in Birmingham. Mind you, he's probably doing OK with some sweet talking Southern nurse holding his hand. The real problem is that poor little Adrea has gone and had her evening spoilt. All on her own and nobody to share this nice big bed with. So I said to Cartman, the least we can do is to wait for Adrea and do for her what her husband can't. Wasn't that great of us?"

"Go away, go away!" I sobbed.

"I've got a better idea, slut, I think you should ask us to screw your pretty little ass off -- as compared to Cartman tearing it up. So I'm going to give him your hairbrush and turn him loose on you as I strip off. And I'm betting that by the time I'm in the raw you'll be saying yes to absolutely everything we tell you to."

The slaps from Cartman's hands were nothing compared to the ones from the hairbrush -- it wasn't any kind of a playful spanking at all, just the plain unvarnished use of pain to make me surrender to them. For a while, a very little while, I tried to endure the blows but it was useless. Kenny turned out to be right: long before he'd taken all his clothes off I was shouting out my surrender.

"Yes, yes, I'll do anything you want! Just stop it, please!"

"Now that's a good little slut. So what we'll do first is for you to roll over and spread your legs out as wide as you can. That way we can see everything you're going to give us."

I did as he wanted, bitterly ashamed at having to display myself in front of their leering eyes. Kenny and Cartman both laughed at the spectacle I was making of myself in front of them.

"How about I take first turn at warming her up?" Kenny asked.

"Sure, go for it. I guess I might help myself to a glass of that fancy wine in the cooler while you're at it. Maybe drink a toast to absent friends." He laughed at his own joke. "I want her hollering for it when I get back."

"You can pour the wine over me if she's not as horny as hell in ten minutes. Hey, slut, you're really going to work in with me on this, aren't you?"

"Yes -- yes," I answered. What else could I do but go along with them?

Kenny tweaked my toes, making me yelp. Then he knelt down by the side of the bed and pulled my right leg across so it was resting on his shoulder.

"Well, hello there, Adrea's poontang. Nice to meet you. Now how about I give you a little tickle to get to know you?"

His fingernail drifted down along the line between my lips and I gasped in shame and anger at being toyed with so casually.

"Oh, you're going to have to make a lot more noise than that, slut, before I'm through with you," Kenny said happily. "Now let's see if we can really get that love juice flowing."

All I could do was to look away and try to pretend in some corner of my mind that this wasn't really happening. Which was a very difficult pretence to keep up as Kenny settled down to seriously fingering me. He knew what he was doing and he just kept right on going, damn him.

"Now this is a nice tight little gash you've got here, Adrea. I guess old Jake doesn't have much of a shaft on him because he sure hasn't opened this up as far as it needs to be opened. But don't you worry your pretty little head about that 'cause me and Cartman will do the job for you. By the time we've finished with you Jake'll be able to put his head in here and shout 'boo' without even scraping his ears."

END OF PART ONE

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