Housewife gangraped while jogging

Description: An awesome rape story about a middle aged housewife who goes out for an evening jog and runs into a group of young men who capture her and gangrape her in the woods. It’s not very common to find rape stories written by females and from the female perspective so enjoy. This is a very well written and articulated story. Very Hot!

The Taming of Tigress
By: Tigress

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The story of Tigress’ first rape…

I’d always fantasized about rape (since my early teens), but I never thought that it would ever really happen to me- especially now.

Life was perfect. I’d recently moved into an upper-middle class neighbourhood with my husband and two young children. Our home was beautiful. It was a newer two story with a double attached garage. It was a big step up from our previous starter home. My husband had gotten a nice promotion in the company he worked for, and so we knew we could afford it.

My children were still preschoolers, but my oldest was getting ready to start kindergarten in September. We were within walking distance to the school. I was looking forward to being able to walk him to school every morning and pick him up after. We were situated on a cul-de-sac right next to the school, so the walk would be quick.

I was looking forward to being at home in this new, large four bedroom. We had an extra room for my home office. The desk was situated right by a large window overlooking a vast beautiful park just beyond our backyard. The park had a man-made lake with a fountain that was lit up at night. The view was breath-taking and would be beneficial to me as a writer.

We were fortunate to have a live-in nanny/housekeeper who had a bedroom in the basement. She was an older woman in her mid 50’s who didn’t know very much English, but she could clean like there was no tomorrow. She helped me around the house with laundry and such. When I was in my office writing or if I needed to make a quick run to the store, she would keep an eye on the children for me.

I was in great shape considering I’d had two children back-to-back. I’d lost the baby weight by going to the gym every chance I had, or by jogging around my neighbourhood. One of the reasons we had chosen this particular neighbourhood was because of the winding path in the park behind our home.

It didn’t take long for me to start taking advantage of this path through the rolling hills around the lake. The trees were far apart, but there were large, thick bushes lined up alongside the lake and behind the houses on our cul-de-sac. I thought about how easy it would be for someone to jump out from behind those bushes and grab me, but this fear only spurred me on to run faster.

I usually jogged in the early evening, at dusk, when the sun was just going down. This helped me to cope with the heat during the summer months. Despite that, it was August and the nights were hot and sticky in our western city. I’d usually take a refreshingly cold shower after a jog, so I didn’t mind, as long as the sun wasn’t beating down on me.

In the two months that we’d been living in our new home, I’d gone jogging pretty much every evening during the week, and usually at the same time (around 9 pm). In the summertime, it didn’t really get dark until about 9:30 or 10 p.m., so it was still relatively safe. My husband, “Rick”, was protective of me, and didn’t like me jogging when it was dark out, so he’d always tell me before I went out the door, “make sure your back before dark!”

This was his week to work until midnight, however. Occasionally Rick would work until midnight, as his employer was a 24 hour service provider. But as a supervisor, he didn’t ever have to stay past midnight.

This particular evening, a Thursday night, I’d had a difficult time getting the kids into bed, but by time they were settled, I’d noticed that dusk was fast approaching and I hadn’t gone for my daily jog yet. At about 9:45, I quickly slipped on my red sweat shorts and a snug white t-shirt over my sports bra. A little bit of my tummy was showing, because my red “Sanfrancisco 49ers” cut off sweats sat low on my hips. I always felt sexy in them. They were over-sized because they were my husband’s sweats, that is until I cut them down into jogging shorts.

I had bigger breasts after having babies. What used to be a 36 B bra size, was now a 36 C. I enjoyed being able to dress up in cocktail dresses and show off my new cleavage when we went out to parties. My husband loved my hourglass figure. Despite being a jogger, I never could lose my feminine curves. I pulled my long, brown hair up into a pony tail, and called out to Helena, our housekeeper, to let her know that I was heading out for my jog. She called back, “Ok, See you later!” with her thick accent. I thought it was cute, and it brought a smile to my face. I went out onto the front step, held on to the railing to stretch my limbs, and then took off.

It had been a particularly hot day in early August and so the warmth and humidity was still felt in the summer air. Having left later than usual, the park looked somewhat abandoned. It was customary for me to pass a few neighbours walking their dog or also out jogging, but there was no sign of anyone…except a group of teens loitering around the playground of my child’s future school. I quickly passed them without taking much notice. Kids were always hanging out in the playground after dark. Usually it would be a group of boys and girls in their mid-teens, smoking and laughing. They were about 20 feet away from the path, but I’d heard a whistle from in the distance, and then some giggles. I just ignored it. It wasn’t unusual for me to get lusty looks from men who would slow down as they were driving by on the street when I went jogging in our previous neighbourhood. That was why I was looking forward to jogging in this more private setting. I was hoping to avoid the cat calls. I was kind of surprised that this was coming from a group of teens, but I just ignored it and kept running.

I made my way around the lake and followed the loop around the hill. This jog usually took me about 20-25 minutes. I could see the lights from my house shimmering across the lake. It was really dark now, but I was almost home. As I came to the last stretch of path along the lake, I noticed another group of teens loitering by the chain fence. They were right on the path ahead of me. This was the darkest stretch of the path as well, because two of the lamp posts had burnt out recently.

As I came closer, I realized they were much bigger than the other kids. In fact, they weren’t teens at all, but perhaps a group of 20-something guys waiting to make a drug deal. My heart jumped a bit, but I didn’t think much of it. Perhaps this was commonplace after dark. Either way, I knew I wanted to keep my distance. As I fast approached this group, I could hear the cat calls starting. They were blocking my way on the paved path, so I prepared to jog around them. On the right side was a drop off to the lake, with nothing but a chain rope fence to keep passerby’s from falling. Some of the guys were sitting on the wooden pillars holding the chain, while others were standing. There must have been at least five or six of them. It was hard to tell in the dark. As I approach them, I attempted to jog on the grass to the left of them and ignore their cat calls. I stared straight ahead, and didn’t notice the leg that came out in front of me. I tripped and fell face-forward on the soft grass below. My hands broke the fall. I heard a roar of laughter coming from the guys. Immediately, my face turned red with embarrassment, but also with anger. I wanted to kick the ass of the stupid fuck who tripped me, but I knew better than to start a fight with this mean group of bullies.

They enjoyed the moment, and started play acting sympathy, “oh, did the little girl fall?”
I didn’t know where they got off calling me a “little” girl. At 5’8, I was not a petite little shrimp. I was a fit, 30-year-old, and hadn’t been referred to as a “little girl” since I was a little girl.

I quickly made my way to my feet and just started running. This seemed to entice them, as I heard one shout, “don’t let her get away.” I made it about two yards before I was tackled to the ground. “Oh crap” is what just kept going through my mind. “oh crap, oh crap, oh crap…is this it? Am I actually going to get raped? Maybe they just want money…” I assured myself.

I struggled with the guy who had tackled me, as two more came up behind him and helped him to pin me down. “Help!” I screamed, as loud as I could, in hopes that one of my new neighbours would run to my rescue. One of the guys quickly covered my mouth with his hand and muffled my screams.

It all happened so fast. I was pinned under this fucker, as he sat on my hips and with both hands lifted up my t-shirt and bra. Almost as quickly, he put his wet mouth down on both of my nipples - first the right, then the left. My arms and legs were held secure by the others, although I continued to struggle beneath their weight.

Just as quickly, I could feel another pulling my shorts and panties down and off my body. I felt completely exposed and vulnerable as the cooling air touched the skin on my thighs and buttocks. Beneath me I could feel the grass. My shirt and bra came off just as easily over my head by the two pinning down my arms. I was so humiliated, lying their naked and exposed for six strangers to see.

One of the guys seemed to be leading the others on what to do next. “Pick her up. We need to get out of sight. Bring her over here.” I heard him say.

They did exactly as they were told, and effortlessly lifted me. I continued to kick and struggle as two of them held my legs closed under their arms. Still, my mouth was being held tightly shut by a hand, and the best I could muster was, “mppphhhh!” over and over again as I panicked and cried.

I was brought down to the edge of the lake where there were large bushes and a drop off below the path. I was put down on the slanting grassy hill, as I heard the leader’s voice say, “me first.”

His voice was deep and he sounded much older than the others. I couldn’t see any of their faces clearly, as it was too dark to make them out, but I was sure the leader was older- perhaps he was the drug dealer, who knows. He certainly seemed more experienced and knew exactly what needed to be done. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his rock hard penis and leaned down on top of me, as I continued to struggle against my restraints. He slapped me hard on the face, and I screamed out as the hand came off my mouth for a moment. I was hoping my neighbour might hear me, but as I looked over at their house in the distance, I could see that no lights were on. Then I remembered, they were away on vacation for the week! My heart sank as the hope of rescue seemed suddenly futile.

“Don’t do anything stupid, and you won’t get hurt,” he scolded me. He slapped me again, and I cried out. “Understand?” He slapped me again. “Do you?” With teary eyes, I just nodded. “Good girl.”

He then proceeded to grope my breasts. “Nice.” He muttered. “Yeah,” agreed some of the others. He then put what felt like two fingers between my pussy lips. I was somewhat dry and I could feel pain and tearing as he roughly pushed them into me. He pulled them out and started rubbing my clit. I was stunned. I could not believe I was feeling pleasure in this humiliating situation. As he rubbed harder, I became immediately wet. I started to blush. I quickly turned my head away and closed my eyes; trying to escape what was happening to me. Suddenly, my eyes opened wide as I felt the head of his penis pushing into me. “Hold her legs apart! Wider!” He commanded to the others. My legs were stretched almost to their limit. I cried out and then he pushed himself all the way in. My body jerked back from the force pushed within me. Now, I just began weeping as he thrust himself in and out, in and out, just as my husband would when making love. I hadn’t been with any other man for over six years. This just felt wrong.

I could hear his breathing getting heavier. I could feel his unit growing bigger inside me. This was when I would usually respond to Rick with moans and groans of pleasure, but now I could only weep louder as he shot his load inside of me. The hand was pulled off my mouth, as a wet kiss was planted on my lips and a tongue forced into my mouth. I couldn’t tell whose, but it wasn’t the one who was on top of me, because his head was resting on my chest at that moment.

“Flip her over.” I heard another one say.

And just as quickly, I was face down on the grass. “Put your ass up in the air, bitch.” Yelled one of them, as I felt a swift kick to my side. It hurt like a son of a bitch. In fear of being hurt any worse, I did as I was told. I got up on my hands and knees. At this point, one of the littler ones had been enjoying holding his hand tightly over my mouth, and pulling on my pony tail. Before I could blink, I felt another penis about to enter me. I groaned and cried out as it was bigger than the last. As he slammed into me, it felt as if I was being punched over and over inside myself. I felt someone fondling and pinching my breasts from underneath. I became increasingly wet, but luckily it ended quickly. He came after about 20 thrusts and I fell to the ground, exhausted and in pain. I hoped it was over, but somehow I knew it wouldn’t be.

“Get up, bitch!” was yelled. I was suddenly winded by a punch to the stomach. This is not what I thought rape would be like. This is far more brutal than I’d ever imagined, I thought. As I gasped for breath, I slowly lifted myself back up to my hands and knees. “Your turn,” said the big guy. Soon, I felt another one enter me. This one’s dick was pretty average in size and girth, and felt similar to that of my husbands. I was sweating now, as he pounded me doggy style for quite some time. The little one that was holding my mouth decided to make a move. He stuck one of his fingers into my mouth and whispered into my ear, “suck it.” I sucked his finger, as I was told and started to feel pleasure build up inside of me. I hadn’t noticed, but the this third one had reached around and started playing with my clitoris. My face was getting red again, but this time with pleasure. Then, my eyes popped open as I noticed the little one’s long, but narrow dick being pushed into my mouth. It slipped in easily, as it took the place of his finger. “Suck it,” he said again, this time out loud for the others to hear. I continued sucking and gagging as it made its way deeper into my throat.

The third one came inside my pussy yet again, and now I was just dripping with cum. “Oh, yeah, she’s hot.” He said, as his penis slid out of me.

A fourth one, from out of nowhere, just grabbed my hips and rammed it in hard. He was one of the bigger ones too. I jerked forward, causing the cock inside my mouth to go deeper down my throat. I almost threw up. My breasts were still getting fondled by someone and my nipples were getting hard. I couldn’t be sure if it was the night chill, or the automatic arousal that my body was experiencing. This fourth one began slapping my ass, hard. I cried out. He did it over and over on the same spot until I could handle the sting no longer. He then declared, “I’m going in.”

I was confused. What did he mean, “going in”? He was already in. As I felt him pull out, my eyes widened as I realized his plan. I felt him place the head of his cock at the entrance to my ass. His dick was already lubricated from my pussy juice.

Slowly, I felt him pushing his way in. I began to struggle and writhe like a wild horse. I had never let my husband do that to me. He had tried once and I found it far too painful for him to go any further than an inch. I knew the pain that was coming. He spit on my ass, and rubbed his thumb over the entrance to discustingly try and lube me further. Suddenly I felt a rush of pain throughout my rectum and it shot throughout my body. Every inch he moved in further was like a lifetime of pain for me. The one in my mouth quickly pulled out as he felt me start to bite down. He angrily stuffed my panties into my mouth. They could see my agony and held me tighter, pushing my face down into the grass. I screamed and cried as the fourth one pushed all the way into my ass. I trembled and groaned as he started to pull out and push back in. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced in my life. I thought I was going to die. “Oh yeah,” he muttered in pleasure as he now slid in and out with more ease. I was angered by this humiliation. I just wanted to turn around and scratch his eyes out, but I was held completely helpless in this position.

Beneath me, I could feel someone fondling my pussy and rubbing my clit. Suddenly a rush of pleasure came over me as I experienced an orgasm like never before. “Oh yes,” laughed the leader, who turned out to be the one rubbing me. “Beautiful” he said, with approval. “Stay in there,” he told the guy pumping my ass. “Bring her on top of you.” He said. I then felt myself being pulled up and back. I was so disoriented. Suddenly I found myself lying on my back, with my breasts and pussy exposed to the open air. Underneath me was this big man, lying there with his giant penis in my ass. “Just lie back, that’s good” he said to us. My hands were pinned together above my head and my legs were held apart, spread eagle in mid air. With his dick fully hard again, the leader entered me yet again, but this time he felt huge inside me, as the huge cock in my ass had taken up all the space in my pelvis. I screamed at first, but almost choked, remembering that my panties were in my mouth. I felt completely humiliated now, and like a total slut. With my eyes closed, I started to imagine myself as one of those whores in a porno I once saw, getting gang banged in every hole. I started to see myself as one of those sluts- it helped me to cope, I think.

The two that held my legs apart continued to fondle my breasts. The younger one, who was previously in my mouth, made a second attempt to get inside there. This time he whispered, “if you bite me, you die, got it?” I nodded. I was completely broken down at this point. He proceeded to fuck my mouth, and one after the other- they came. I think I had fainted at one point because when I opened my eyes, I was lying on the grass in the fetal position. I felt my clothes being tossed on top of me.

“Thanks for the hot fuck, bitch.” I heard one of them say.

The leader grabbed my arm tight and leaned over to my ear and whispered, “If you tell anyone about this, we will come kill you and your family. We know where you live.” Then he left.

I started to cry and just kept crying for what felt like ages. Finally, I gathered the strength to get up and put my shorts and t-shirt back on. Every part of my body ached. My wrists, my ankles, and every part that had been violated was in pain. I slowly stood up to go. I looked around to see if there was any sign of them. There was nothing but vast darkness. I wanted to run away screaming, but I was weakened and broken…I just stumbled back to my home. It was 11:45. Rick would be home soon. I went to the master bathroom and tried to shower the shame off my body. Rick came home and found me sitting on the floor in the shower. The water was cold by now.

“What’s wrong? Are you ok?” He asked. I said nothing. He shut off the shower and dried me off. He didn’t notice the red marks and bruising on my body. “Talk to me.” He pleaded, as he sat down beside me on the bed. “Umm…nothing…don’t worry, it’s nothing. I’m just tired.” I said. I wanted to tell him so bad, but I thought he would hate me and I feared what would happen if it ever got out. “Are you sure, it’s nothing?” he asked worriedly. “Yes, I’m just tired. I need to sleep.” I said, getting in under the covers of our king-sized bed, pulling my knees up to my chest.

“Ok. Get some rest. Try not to work too hard, k, sweetie?” He said, closing the bedroom door.

“Leave it open!” I exclaimed. “I don’t like the dark.”

“Okay,” he said, and left it open a crack, letting the light from the hall shine across the room.

The next morning, I woke up to find Helena gathering up my jogging apparel for laundry.

“Helena-” I said, “Please- just throw those away. I’m not going jogging anymore.”

Throughout the day, the ring-leader’s words echoed in my mind, over and over. “Don’t tell anyone or we’ll come and kill you and your family. We know where you live.”

I just looked at my children in fear and sadness. When Rick came home later that evening, I told him we needed to move. He refused. He insisted the home was perfect for us. He couldn’t understand why I was being so irrational. Without being able to tell him the true reason, I had no way to convince him otherwise. We stayed on in the house for several months…until the ring-leader decided to pay me a second visit….

To be continued….