With a weary groan, Annie awoke to the sound of loud banging on her door. She yawned and looked at the black digital clock that was on a wooden table, to her right. It said '2:06AM' in red numbers. After getting out of bed, she stretched her arms over her head and put on her blue robe, which hung from a chair. After closing her robe over her torso, she opened her bedroom door and left.

Annie was an average-height, middle-aged woman with long, brown hair and green eyes. She turned on the hall light and rushed through the living room, to the door. The living room floor was covered by a green carpet. Three love seats were against three of the white walls and a mahogany entertainment center, complete with a black TV and a black DVD player, was against the other wall. In the middle of the room was a glass table with an ashtray and the remote controls on top.

After unlocking the door, Annie cracked it open. Suddenly, the door slammed into her forehead, knocking her backwards. An average-sized man in a black ski mask, pair of gloves, and other attire had pushed the door open, breaking its chain into pieces. Combined with her drowsiness, the impact knocked Annie against the wall of the narrow hall where the front door was. Wasting little time, the man grabbed her throat in his left hand.

A shorter, but more buff man, who was dressed in similar fashion, walked into the living room, then back to where his partner was. "No one in there," he confirmed in a gruff voice.

The taller thug let go of the now wide-awake Annie's throat and covered her mouth, muffling her sobs. He then wrapped his right arm around her waist and carried her into the living room. She tried to wiggle herself out of his grip, but her was too strong for her. When they reached the nearest love seat, he shoved her into it and knelt before her. The woman's lowered face was contorted with fear and sorrow.

"Anyone else in here?" asked the raspy first vandal. Annie, who couldn't bring herself to talk, just shook her head. He growled into her face, making her whimper and close her eyes. There was a faint scent of liquor on his breath. "Check the place," he told his partner, who immediately walked into the hallway.

Fearfully, Annie stared into her hallway as the stranger opened her bedroom door. He stepped into the doorway and looked left and right. No one was in there, so he walked further down and turned around the corner. Apparently seeing no one, he shut the door that was there. Annie swallowed when he opened the door all the way down the hall and went inside

Seconds later, Annie and her captor heard several loud blows and high-pitched screams coming from the bedroom. They heard the man shout "Shut up! shut up!", followed by six more blows. A woman's sobs could also be heard. The back of Annie's head hit the back of the seat as she closed her eyes. 'Lisa...' she thought to herself, blinking tears.

More blows and screams were heard as the taller crook looked at the white bedroom door. He then grappled some of Annie's hair, wrapped it around his hand, and pulled it until she stood up. With her hair in his hand, he roughly tugged her down the hall and into Lisa's room.

Annie had never screamed so loud in her life when she saw her daughter lying on the floor, hands crossed above her head, as if trying to block another attack from the masked man who stood above her. Lisa's tearful face had red hand marks all over it. Long hair was sprawled out onto the floor. She had a black right eye and a little blood on her bottom lip. The collar of her long, white T-shirt was stretched down to her navel.

The room had white walls and a wooden floor. Lisa's bed, which had white sheets and pillows, had a closed window on its right side. A white dresser, topped by an oval-shaped mirror, was close to the door. A sliding-door closet was across from it.

"That's a nice piece of ass you got for a daughter," the taller man teased, eyeing Lisa's closed bare legs, which were up to her chest, revealing the backside of her purple panties to him.

In a fit of rage, Annie spun around and beat her fists on his chest, sobbing as she did it. Barely affected, he put his right hand on her forehead and roughly pushed her down. She stumbled backwards, then fell on the floor, landing with her back across Lisa's stomach. Quickly, she rolled off and sat up, picking the younger woman up with her.

Lisa, whose round face was twisted in despair, was still crying. Annie put her hand on her daughter's wet cheek, underneath the now very black eye. Another tear fell from her bruised, green eye and onto her mother's hand. She then buried her head into Annie's chest, who put her arms around her. Annie looked at the doorway and noticed that the first thug was blocking it and the other man was gone.

While Annie rocked gently her daughter, the vandal returned with a thick roll of black tape in his hand. Grabbing the back of Annie's robe, he pulled her backwards and his partner helped separate the women. Despite her struggling, Annie's wrists were soon taped behind her back. Lisa's hands were bound in front of her. Both of them were stripped of clothing.

"Now get over there!" the first vandal said as he grabbed Annie's arm and pushed her toward her daughter's bed.

Annie bumped into the foot of the bed and her torso landed on it. Her round, full breasts pressed against the sheets. Standing on the opposite side, the man pulled her closer. The woman quivered in horror as he began to unzip his pants just inches from her face. As soon as his cock was released from his fly, he held both sides of her head and put it in her mouth.

The cock was about seven inches long and Annie could barely breath around it. Groaning, the man kept his grip on her head and thrust his hips forward and backward. Annie tried hard not to gag. Its head repeatedly hit the back of her throat. Her jaw was getting sore from the blowjob on the thick meat.

Hostilely, Annie twisted her head out of his grip and spat the cock out of her mouth. She rested the side of her head on the bed and panted rapidly. Quickly, the thug pulled the belt out of his pants and struck her ass with it. Her eyes opened abnormally wide with shock and she wrapped her lips around his dick and bobbed her head up and down faster than before. He hit her again, much harder this time; the pain made her swallow his dick.

Annie choked on the thick lump in her throat and swung her legs wildly. Her captor dropped the belt on the floor and put both hands on the back of her head. Once again, she gagged violently until the cock popped out of her mouth. Knowing what would happen next, she tightly shut her eyes and grit her teeth to brace herself. Slamming the side of her head into the bed with his hand, he held her in place.

After picking up his belt, the rapist furiously whipped her over and over again. The belt went, "Crack! Crack! Crack!" on the bawling woman's red ass as he swung it back and forth. Her legs swung hard and she tossed and turned in failed attempts to avoid the belt. Next, he grabbed her bound wrists and pulled them up so he could aim higher on her body. The hard leather struck her five more times, closer to her lower back; her hands balled into fists and she continued to squirm.

Crying softly, Lisa turned her head to the side to avoid the sight of her mother being belted. The other man saw this and put his hands on the sides of her head to hold it in the direction of his comrade's handiwork. She cringed at every time the older woman was belted by the rapist. When Annie stopped struggling, the man put the belt down. Annie's ass and lower back were completely red; her tear-streaked was also red, and sweaty.

With his cock bobbing before him, the thug paced the other side of the bed, behind his sobbing victim. Digging his nails deep into her flesh, he spread Annie's cheeks open. He then leaned forward, pressing his cock into her anus. Lifting her head, the woman emitted a shriek of pain.

"No! No!" Annie wailed. "Please stop!"

"You're kinda tight in here for such an old whore!" the thug taunted. "Oh, yeah! Come on, bitch! Turn around and let's show your little girl how it's done!" He wrapped his arms around her waist and turned their conjoined bodies to face Lisa. The mother and daughter locked eyes in terror.

Annie begged and pleaded to no avail. Leaning over, the thug mockingly screamed at the top of his lungs in her face. Lowering her body flat on the bed, she buried her head in the sheets. He laid on top of her, gripping her shoulders.

"Leave her alone!" Lisa shouted with tears running down her face. "Leave her!"

Both men cackled at the screams from the females. With a sickening grin towards Lisa, the rapist pounded Annie harder, his ass bouncing on hers. Tears streamed down the mother's face and she bit her lip. The shorter vandal held Lisa's eyes open with his fingers, forcing her to watch the dreadful event. Rapidly, she shook her head, but he tightened his grip on it.

Soon, the thug began to moan aloud. The man and woman hopped up and down on the bed as he feverishly pumped in and out. The palms of his hands went to the backs of Annie's hands. Purposely, he collapsed hard, crushing her beneath his weight.

Tugging himself out of his victim's ass, the man stuffed his limping cock back into his pants. Annie sunk to the floor and knelt at the side of the bed, resting her head in her arms. Before she could relax, he held her underarms and dragged her over to her daughter and his partner.

The vandal who was guarding Lisa bent over before the younger woman and looked into her eyes. "Show's over! Now it's your turn!"

Vigorously, Lisa shook her head, whimpering in fear. Refusing to take no for an answer, the man hoisted her over his shoulder and tossed her onto the bed. Immediately, he was also on the bed. His right hand went between her kicking legs, roughly poking her clothed cunt. Then his left hand grabbed her right leg and held it to the side.

Lisa wildly kicked her legs, trying to fight the rapist off. In the end, he succeeded in getting the undergarments off. Quickly, he shoved his index and middle fingers up her cunt, making her whimper and stiffen her legs.

"You still haven't been broken into! Let's see if I can take care of that problem!" He extracted his fingers and fumbled with his zipper. "It's tight, too. I'm gonna enjoy this." Hearing what he said, Lisa shook her head, but didn't dare move. Furiously, he pulled his belt from his pants and waved it in her face. "Wanna end up like your mother?"

Lisa let out a whimper and shook her head again.

"Good girl." He dropped his belt and grabbed her ankles.

Bit by bit, the thug's cock disappeared inside of the woman's cunt until it hit her internal barrier. Pulling back, he reentered with a mighty thrust. Lisa let out a heart-wrenching yell. Blood leaked out of her cunt, lubricating his cock. He picked up her panties and covered her head with them. Using them as a rein, he pulled on them, tightly wrapping her face.

"Yah, bitch, yah!" The thug slapped her ass as he thrust in and out.

Lisa shook with every smack. Her head was pulled back to the point where she would be able to see the ceiling if her face wasn't covered. She had trouble breathing as a result. Now sitting in her daughter's former spot, Annie was forced to watch Lisa suffer the same fate. Her rapist stood above her, also gazing at his partner.

Soon, the man's thrusts became more frequent. Finally, he let Lisa's panties go and held her hips with both hands. The woman's masked face dropped onto the bed. He held her lower body close and shook awkwardly. Louder cries could be heard through the tear-stained, purple underwear.

The man pulled out of his victim, then followed his accomplice out of the room. Lisa remained on the bed, a sobbing heap. Upon hearing the front door close, Annie stood up on wobbly legs and slowly walked to her daughter's black cordless phone that was on the floor, by the bed.

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Days later, both men were caught, and convicted of rape and breaking and entering weeks after.

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