Author's note: Well, let's be honest, I'm no writer. And this is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction or any fiction at all for that matter (so please be kind). The muse for this story (and several others mulling around in my head) is my wife, and sometimes I wonder if writing these fantasies down is more like therapy than actual entertainment. But admittedly, I got pretty turned on writing this, and hopefully, you'll find it enjoyable too.

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Intruded

Amy Park sank into the soft embrace of her sofa, feeling the plush cushions mold around her as she settled in to watch TV. She wore an old, faded t-shirt that had softened over time, the cotton comfortably brushing her skin, and a pair of frayed denim daisy duke shorts that showed off her toned legs and round ass. Her long, dark hair cascaded in gentle waves down her back, framing her delicate features. The light from the television flickered across her face, casting shadows that accentuated the angles of her cheekbones and the sparkle in her almond-shaped eyes. The room was quiet except for the muted sound of the show and the occasional rustling of fabric as she shifted slightly.

It was a rare moment of peace for Amy, with her children spending the week with their father. A break from the unrelenting demands of motherhood felt like a much-needed luxury. She had married young, following the traditional path expected of her as an Asian woman, and had started a family early. But as time passed, her husband became increasingly absorbed in his work, leaving her to feel more isolated. Their relationship grew strained with every passing year, until they eventually made the difficult choice to separate.

Amy’s body held a striking balance of softness and strength, her light skin glowing gently in the dim room. Her lips, full and slightly pursed, held a quiet allure. The t-shirt clung to her figure, highlighting her curves, while the worn denim shorts hugged her hips and thighs, emphasizing her shapely silhouette. Though she had no shortage of attention from men, she rarely dated. Her striking appearance was tempered by the guarded look in her eyes, a subtle barrier that kept most people at a distance.

Her independence was often misunderstood, serving as both her armor and her vulnerability. This caused some to see her as a threat, a reflection of their own insecurities. Men, in particular, frequently mistook her resolute drive for harsh arrogance, quickly labeling her as a bitch.

“Fuck them,” she thought to herself.

She didn't care what anyone else thought. Immersed in the tranquility of her surroundings, Amy savored her solitude, feeling whole within herself.

The serenity of that night was abruptly shattered by a thunderous crash that jolted Amy from her reverie. Amy quickly switched off the TV and strained to listen, her senses on high alert. The only sound was the steady hum of the air conditioning. Just as she began to relax, another loud bang echoed throughout the house.

“What the fuck?" she hissed, jumping to her feet. Her heart pounded as she listened intently, straining to identify the source of the noise.

Heavy footsteps echoed through the house, accompanied by muffled male voices. Panic seized her as the realization hit - intruders. She scrambled for her phone, fingers trembling as she tried to dial 911. Before she could complete the call, a towering figure appeared in the doorway.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" a gruff voice sneered.

Amy's blood ran cold as she took in the sight of an imposing man, his muscular frame filling the entrance. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out.

"Looks like we hit the jackpot," he called over his shoulder. "A pretty little thing all alone."

Another man entered, his eyes raking over Amy's scantily clad form. She backed away, her mind racing.

"Get the fuck out of my house," she snarled, trying to mask her terror with bravado.

The leader chuckled darkly. "Feisty one, ain't she? This is gonna be fun."

As they advanced, Amy's fight or flight instinct kicked in. She bolted for the kitchen, desperate to reach the back door. But a strong arm caught her around the waist, lifting her off her feet.

"Let me go, you piece of shit!" she shrieked, thrashing wildly. Her elbow connected with her captor's face, eliciting a pained grunt.

"Bitch!" he growled, throwing her roughly onto the couch. Before she could scramble away, he pinned her down, his weight crushing the air from her lungs. One of them roughly grabbed her arm, causing Amy to cry out in pain. "You're coming with us, sweetheart."

"Get your hands off me, you assholes!" Amy screamed, fighting against their strong grips with every ounce of strength she had left. But it was futile - they were too powerful.

As they forcefully dragged Amy towards the bedroom, she fought against their grip with every ounce of strength in her. One of them pressed his hot, fetid breath against her neck, whispering sinister promises of what was to come.

"Give up, darling. I’m Paul and this is Mark. We are going to have our way with you tonight, whether you like it or not."

As Amy looked up at the two men, she was struck by their towering height and massive builds. Paul's broad shoulders strained against his fitted shirt, while Mark's muscular arms bulged through the sleeves of his t-shirt. The room seemed to shrink in their presence as they stood side by side, exuding malevolence and dominance.

Paul’s hand roamed over her body, groping and violating her in ways that made her skin crawl. She jerked her head back, connecting with his nose and causing him to grunt in pain. But he only sneered and continued his assault.

"You're just a feisty little bitch," Paul snarled, relishing in her struggle.

Mark then approached, his face coming into view. A cruel smirk played on his lips as he reached out to caress Amy's cheek. She snapped at his fingers, teeth bared.

"Oh, I like this one," he chuckled darkly.

"She's a firecracker."

His hand shot out, gripping Amy's jaw painfully. She glared daggers at him, wishing looks could kill.

"Listen up, princess," Paul snarled. "You're gonna play nice, or things are gonna get real unpleasant real fast. Got it?"

Amy's response was to spit directly in his face.

"Fuck you," she snarled.

Paul wiped his face, eyes flashing dangerously. Without warning, he backhanded Amy hard across the face. Her head snapped to the side, ears ringing from the blow.

"Wrong answer, bitch."

He nodded to Mark, who roughly shoved Amy face-down onto the bed. Her small, agile body writhed and thrashed against the strong grip of her captors. Despite her determined struggle, she couldn't break free from their firm hold.

Amy felt rough hands grabbing at her clothes, tearing and yanking mercilessly.

"Stop fucking fighting," Paul roared, ripping her shirt clean off.

The cool air hit Amy's exposed skin as her bra was unclasped and tossed aside. She clenched her jaw, refusing to make a sound as calloused palms groped her breasts.

Mark yanked down her shorts and panties in one swift motion. Amy squeezed her eyes shut, shame and rage coursing through her as she lay naked and vulnerable before her attackers.

"Damn, even better than I imagined," Paul leered, running his hands over her curves.

Amy's mind reeled, desperately searching for a way out of this nightmare. But as unwanted touches continued to violate her body, a chilling realization took hold - they were going to brutally take her without mercy.

"Get off me, you fucking pigs!" Amy shrieked, voice muffled by the bedding.

A hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back painfully.

"Shut that pretty mouth before I shut it for you," Paul hissed in her ear.

His other hand slid down her body, roughly groping and squeezing. Amy's skin crawled at his touch. She clenched her jaw, refusing to make a sound.

"Now," he purred, "let's see how long you can keep that sass up, hm?"

His rough hands roamed and Amy squeezed her eyes shut tightly, trying to block out the feeling of his touch. A calloused palm slid between her thighs, fingers grazing over sensitive skin. She bit back a whimper, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing her response.

"Well, well, well," he chuckled darkly. "Looks like someone's getting wet." His voice dripped with arrogance and desire as he continued to explore her body with his hand. Amy could feel her heart racing, fear and arousal battling within her.

"Fuck you," Amy spat, hating how her body was betraying her.

He laughed, increasing the pressure and speed of his fingers. "Oh, I plan to."

Amy's face contorted in fear and disgust as she struggled against Paul's hold, her dark hair wild and tangled as she thrashed on the bed. Paul's face was twisted in a cruel smile, his hand buried between her thighs.

"Stop," she gasped, voice breaking. "Please..."

"Your mouth says no, but your body says yes," he taunted.

Amy shook her head frantically, fighting the sensations. But it was a losing battle. He thrust his calloused fingers in and out of her slick, warm folds, working them in a steady rhythm as he simultaneously circled her sensitive clit with his other hand. The combination of sensations sent shivers through her body and she moaned in pleasure, writhing against him in a desperate need for release.

“N-N-No, p-p-please stop,” she begged

Amy's body trembled as waves of unwanted pleasure coursed through her. She bit her lip hard, tasting blood as she fought to stay silent. But a breathy moan escaped despite her efforts.

"That's it, sweetheart. Let it out," Paul sneered, increasing his pace.

"F-fuck you," Amy gasped, hips involuntarily rocking against his hand.

Her legs shook as tension coiled tighter and tighter in her core. She was so close to the edge, teetering on the brink of release. Amy squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to resist.

But her traitorous body had other ideas. With a strangled cry, Amy came hard, waves of pleasure crashing over her. Her back arched as she shuddered through the intense orgasm.

"Good girl," Paul purred, working her through the aftershocks.

Amy went limp, panting heavily. Shame and self-loathing washed over her. How could she respond like that? What the fuck was wrong with her?

"Looks like our little mouse enjoyed herself," Mark sneered. "I think it’s my turn now."

Amy tensed as she felt him move behind her.

"Don't you fucking touch me," she snarled weakly.

Mark just laughed, hands gripping her hips. With a sly grin, he pulled open the bedside drawer to reveal, to his surprise, a secret trove of adult toys. His eyes gleamed with dark amusement as he reached in and carefully examined each item.

"My, my. This little mouse has quite the naughty collection," he chuckled, his fingers lingering on a particularly enticing toy. "It seems she's not as innocent as she pretends to be."

Amy's cheeks were flushed bright red with embarrassment. She had forgotten about her secret stash in the bedside drawer, thinking it would never be discovered.

"Let's see how you like this, sweetheart," Mark grunted. His hand emerged from the drawer holding an enormous, ten inch black dildo, its smooth surface glinting under the soft glow of the lamp. Amy's eyes widened in shock at the object in front of her.

"No, don't you fucking dare," she gasped. The toy had been a gag gift from one of her girlfriends post-divorce, a cheeky reminder of the single life she was stepping back into. Its girth was comparable to her wrist, an intimidating size that made her heart flutter each time she laid eyes on it. The dildo bore an uncanny resemblance to a real-life cock, complete with intricate veins and ridges that added to its authenticity. Amy had always been too intimidated to use it, the sheer size of it triggering fear and insecurity in her. Her ex husband’s cock was just average size and that already felt big to her.

Mark just laughed cruelly. "Oh, I think you'll enjoy this, princess. Let's see how much you can take.

Amy tensed as she felt the large toy pressing against her. "Stop, please," she whimpered, her bravado faltering. "It's too big."

Mark ignored her pleas, slowly pushing the dildo inside her. Amy gasped at the intense stretch, her body struggling to accommodate the massive intrusion.

"Fuck, you're tight," Mark grunted, twisting the toy slightly. "Relax and take it like a good girl."

Amy bit her lip hard, trying to stifle her cries as the dildo filled her completely. The pain mixed with unwanted pleasure as Mark began to thrust it in and out. Her hips rocked involuntarily, her body betraying her once again.

"See? Your slutty cunt loves it," Paul taunted, roughly groping her breasts.

Amy shook her head frantically, but couldn't stop the moans escaping her lips. The massive toy hit spots deep inside her that had never been touched before. Waves of sensation crashed over her as Mark picked up the pace.

"Oh my god, it's so fucking big, it’s so big, it’s so big.."

Mark's hands roamed over her body, roughly groping her breasts. "Such a greedy little slut," he taunted. "Look how wet you are. You’re actually creaming all over this cock." A thick, viscous creamy substance coated the length of the dildo as it plunged in and out of her, leaving a trail of slickness in its wake.

"F-f-fuck you," Amy panted, voice breaking as Mark bottomed out the dildo inside her.

Mark increased his pace, angling the dildo to hit her most sensitive spots. Amy cried out, trembling as another orgasm built rapidly.

"No! Stop!" she cried out, voice cracking.

But no matter how desperately Amy begged and pleaded, Mark showed no signs of relenting. Amy shook her head frantically, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she fought against the rising pleasure. But it was a losing battle. Her hips began to move involuntarily, chasing after the electrifying sensation coursing through her veins.

"Fuck," she whimpered, “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”

Amy's body convulsed as the intense orgasm rocked through her. She collapsed limply onto the bed, panting heavily as aftershocks rippled through her core. Mark pulled the enormous dildo out of Amy with agonizing slowness. The thick black silicone shaft glistened, coated in her juices.

"Fuck," Amy panted, her body still quivering. "God fucking dammit."

She hated how wet she was, how her traitorous pussy clenched around nothing now. Mark smirked, holding up the soaked toy.

"Looks like someone enjoyed that more than she wants to admit," he growled.

Amy glared at him, cheeks flushed. "Go to hell, asshole."

But she couldn't stop staring at the massive dildo, her thighs trembled as another aftershock rolled through her.

Observing from the corner, Paul's eyes glinted with sadistic pleasure as he approached Amy. "My turn now, bitch," he growled, his erect cock jutting out before him.

Amy tensed as she felt his hard shaft pressing against her pussy. "Don't," she pleaded. "Please, no more..."

But Paul paid no heed to her protests. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her. Amy cried out at the sudden intrusion, her oversensitive walls clenching around him.

"Fuck, you're wet," Paul grunted, setting a brutal pace. "Such a eager little slut."

He gripped Amy's hair, yanking her head back. "Say it," he demanded. "Tell us how much you love it."

Amy clenched her jaw, refusing to give them the satisfaction. But as Paul's thrusts grew harder, hitting just the right spot, she felt herself spiraling towards another peak.

"Oh god," she gasped. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!"

Amy could feel the heat rising within her once again, despite her efforts to suppress it. She squeezed her eyes shut, clenching her fists in an attempt to resist. But her body seemed to have a mind of its own as her hips began to rock against Paul’s cock, craving the pleasure he was giving her.

"No…no…no…!" she cried out, voice hoarse. "I can't... I can't stop it!"

Paul's cruel laughter filled her ears. "Listen to you, begging for more like a stupid whore," he taunted. "You love this, don't you? Being used like the filthy slut you are."

"No!" Amy sobbed, even as her hips bucked wildly. "I don't... I don't want this!"

But her protests were drowned out by her own moans of pleasure. Paul thrust with even more intensity, the loud smacking of his skin against her skin filling the room with a primal rhythm.

"Fuck!" Amy screamed, her body convulsing. "Oh god, oh god, I'm gonna..."

"That's it, cum for us again," Paul chuckled, roughly pinching her nipples. "Show us what a greedy little cumslut you are."

The combined sensations pushed Amy over the edge. She came with a guttural cry, her back arching off the bed as intense pleasure rocked through her.

"Oh shit, oh fuck, I'm cumming! I’m cumming!" Amy thrashed wildly, overwhelmed by the relentless stimulation.

Paul didn't let up, working her through the powerful orgasm and pushing her towards another. Amy thrashed wildly, overwhelmed by the relentless stimulation. Her words dissolved into incoherent cries of ecstasy as yet another orgasm slammed into her. Amy's vision went white, her body convulsing uncontrollably.

"Holy fucking shit!" she screamed. "Oh god, oh god, oh my fucking god, what are you doing to me?"

Paul just laughed cruelly. "Oh, you didn't think we were finished with you yet, did you?" he asked, his tone laced with amusement. "We've barely even begun."

Paul and Mark switched positions, Mark moving in to take Paul's place. "I'm getting a piece of that ass," Mark snarled as he flipped Amy over onto her stomach. Amy let out a scream of shock and protest, but Mark just laughed darkly.

She whimpered as he roughly spread her ass cheeks. "No, don't—"

Her protest was cut off by a gasp as Mark's hot tongue lapped at her puckered hole.

"Fuck!" Amy cried out, "Stop, that's so fucking dirty!"

Mark just chuckled darkly. "Nothing's too dirty for a filthy slut like you," he taunted before diving back in. His skilled tongue probed and teased, sending shockwaves of unwanted pleasure through Amy's overstimulated body.

"Oh god," she moaned, hating how good it felt. "Please, not my ass, not my ass..."

"Listen to those pretty sounds," Paul sneered. "You love having your ass eaten, don't you?"

"N-no," Amy gasped unconvincingly as Mark's tongue breached her tight ring of muscle.

"Liar," Mark snapped, punctuating the word with a sharp slap to her ass. "Your body's begging for it."

He redoubled his efforts, licking and sucking at her sensitive hole. Amy bit back a moan, trembling as heat pooled in her core once again.

"That's it, show us what a depraved little whore you are."

"Fuck! Oh fuck!" she wailed.

Without warning, Mark's tongue was then replaced by something much larger. Amy tensed as she felt Mark's thick cock pressing against her tight rear entrance.

"No, not there!" she cried out in panic. "Don’t put it in there! You'll tear me apart!"

Mark just laughed cruelly. "Don't worry, princess. I'll make it fit."

Amy squeezed her eyes shut as she felt Mark's cock push inside of her. It burned and stretched uncomfortably, causing a fresh wave of fear to wash over her.

"Please...stop," she gasped out as tears began to stream down her cheeks.

But Mark paid no attention to her cries for mercy. "You're so tight," he grunted in approval. "Just imagine how good it will feel when I'm buried deep inside of you."

Amy's breath caught in terror at his words. She had thought that Paul was brutal, but it seemed that Mark was the real monster.

She clenched her jaw tightly as Mark continued to stretch her open with his cock, trying to suppress the rising panic within her. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in her ass. Amy screamed at the burning stretch, tears streaming down her face.

"Holy mother of God!" she wailed. "It's too big! Take it out!"

Mark ignored her pleas, setting a brutal pace. “Fuck this feels good, such a hot little ass."

The pain slowly gave way to a strange fullness. Against her will, Amy felt sparks of pleasure igniting deep inside her.

"Sweet Jesus," she gasped. "What's happening to me?"

Her hips began to rock back to meet Mark's thrusts. Shame and arousal warred within her as the pleasure intensified.

"Look at you, taking it like a champ," Mark taunted. "You love having that ass stuffed full of cock, don't you?"

As Mark pounded into her relentlessly, Amy couldn't believe the sensations coursing through her body. Her mind was in turmoil, torn between the shame of having her ass fucked and the overwhelming pleasure that was building inside her. Her muscles clenched and released with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure shooting through her.

"Ahh...ahh….ahh…no more…no more! Please, please, I’ll do anything…p-please stop.."

Mark continued his unyielding attack on Amy's ass as Paul craftily maneuvered himself under her body, pressing his face against her womanhood.

Without warning, his hot mouth latched onto her swollen clit.

"OH MY GOD, what are you doing!" Amy cried out, jolting at the sudden dual stimulation.

Paul's skilled tongue lapped eagerly at her dripping folds while Mark's thick cock stretched her tight hole. The combination of sensations was overwhelming. Amy could barely form coherent thoughts as the pleasure built to a fever pitch. Her muscles clenched rhythmically around Mark's cock as Paul's tongue worked her clit with ruthless precision.

"Holy shit," Amy gasped. "Goddammit!" she swore loudly. "I can't... I'm gonna... Shit!"

Her body trembled uncontrollably as pleasure built rapidly. Paul sucked her sensitive clit between his lips, flicking it with his tongue.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he muttered against her flesh. "Such a juicy little cunt."

Amy's hips bucked wildly, grinding down on Paul's face even as she pushed back to meet Mark's brutal thrusts.

"That's it, ride that face while I wreck this tight ass," Mark snarled.

The coarse words sent a fresh wave of arousal through Amy. She'd never felt anything so intense in her life.

"Oh shit, oh fuck!" she wailed. "Don't stop, please don't stop! So good…so good," she gasped.

Her inner walls clenched and fluttered as she hurtled towards an explosive climax. Paul redoubled his efforts, alternating between broad licks and focused suction on her throbbing clit.

"Cum for us," Mark demanded. "Drench his face with your slutty juices."

That was all it took to push Amy over the edge. With a primal scream, she came harder than she ever had before.

"HOLY FUCKING CHRIST!" she shrieked as her body convulsed violently.

"I'm cumming! Oh my god, I'm cumming!!!”

A gush of clear fluid erupted from her spasming pussy, drenching Paul's eager face. He lapped it up greedily as Amy trembled through wave after wave of intense pleasure.

"That's it, squirt all over me," Paul cried. "Fuck, you're gushing like a goddamn fountain."

Amy could only sob incoherently as the men worked her through the most powerful orgasm of her life, pushing her to heights of ecstasy she never knew existed.

Amy collapsed onto the bed, her body wracked with aftershocks. Before she could catch her breath, Mark roughly flipped her onto her back.

"Open wide, princess," he muttered, straddling her chest.

Too exhausted to resist, Amy parted her lips. Mark shoved his thick cock into her mouth, still slick from her ass.

"Look at you, so eager to please," Mark taunted. "Such a greedy little cocksucker."

Amy could only whimper in response, tears streaming down her face as Mark's thick shaft stretched her jaw.

"That's it, taste yourself you filthy whore," he snarled, setting a brutal pace.

"Fuck, I'm close," Mark grunted. "Get ready to swallow it all, slut."

With a final brutal thrust, he erupted down Amy's throat. She choked and sputtered, struggling to swallow the copious load.

"That's it, drink it all down," Mark exclaimed.

As soon as Mark withdrew, Paul took his place. He gripped Amy's hair painfully, forcing her to look up at him.

"Beg for my cum, whore," he demanded.

"Please," Amy gasped, her voice hoarse. "Give me your cum. I need it."

Paul's breath came in ragged gasps as he pumped his cock in and out of Amy's mouth. His hips moved with an erratic rhythm, driven by the intense pleasure building within him. With a animal like roar, he reached his peak, erupting in thick ropes of cum that painted Amy's face and open mouth in a hot, sticky mess.

"Fuck yes, take it all," he snarled.

As the last echoes of his grunts of satisfaction died away, Paul peeled himself off Amy's defiled body. A cruel smirk twisted his lips as he took in her battered form sprawled on the bed. Her once pristine sheets were now stained with cum and fluids; her body marked with bruises that would serve as reminders long after they'd left.

"Until next time," he drawled out languidly, leaving behind a chilling parting shot that echoed ominously around the room.

Amy could feel the exhaustion creeping in her limbs, trying to process everything that had just happened. Her body was still pulsing with pleasure, aching from the intense orgasms she had experienced.

"Thanks for the fun, princess," he said before slamming the door shut behind them. Amy lay motionless on the bed, her body trembling with aftershocks. Shame and self-loathing washed over her as the reality of what had just happened sank in. She curled into a tight ball, hot tears streaming down her face.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" she whispered brokenly.

Her fingers ghosted over the marks left on her skin - bruises blooming on her hips and wrists. The physical evidence of her violation. And yet her traitorous body still tingled with residual pleasure.

Amy squeezed her eyes shut, willing the conflicting sensations away. But vivid flashes of memory assaulted her - rough hands groping her flesh, cruel taunts ringing in her ears, waves of unwanted ecstasy crashing over her again and again.

She shuddered, bile rising in her throat. How could she have responded like that? What kind of sick freak was she to find pleasure in such a horrific ordeal?

"Stop it," Amy hissed, digging her nails into her palms. "Just fucking stop."

But she couldn't banish the lingering arousal, couldn't ignore how sensitive and swollen she still felt between her thighs. Her hand drifted down of its own accord, fingers ghosting over slick flesh.

Amy looked around the empty room, still trembling from the intense experience. Though the intruders were gone, her body continued to pulse with residual arousal. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to will away the conflicting sensations. But her hand drifted lower of its own accord.

"No, no, no" she whispered. "I shouldn't..."

But she couldn't resist. Her fingers found her still-slick folds, circling her swollen clit. Amy gasped at how sensitive she still was.

"Fuck," she hissed, increasing the pressure.

Amy's hips bucked as she worked herself faster.

"Oh god," she moaned. "This is so fucked up."

But she couldn't stop. Two fingers plunged inside her aching channel as her thumb rubbed frantic circles on her clit. Her other hand roughly kneaded her breast, pinching and tugging at the nipple.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Amy cried out, fingering herself ruthlessly.

She was so close, teetering on the edge of another intense climax. With a strangled scream, Amy came hard, her body convulsing violently.

Afterwards, she curled into a tight ball, hot tears of shame streaming down her face.

What the fuck was wrong with her?

"What's happening to me?" she whispered.

But deep down, she knew. This night had unlocked a part of herself she'd kept buried - a wanton, insatiable side that craved more. The realization both terrified and thrilled her. Amy's fingers drifted between her thighs again, finding herself still slick with arousal. As she began to stroke herself, a small smile played on her lips.

Perhaps she'd always been a slut at heart. And now that she'd had a taste, she wasn't sure she could