Angelica's heels clicked along the hallway at quite a speed as she hurried back to her room. Dr Hellen would be right behind her which only gave her a few seconds to change into something more enticing. She slid throught the door and closed it with a nudge of her bottom, already undoing her dress buttons. Sliding her hand along the wall, she reached for the lightswitch.

Just as her fingers made contact, a hand closed over her wrist, jerking her further into the room and making her yelp in shock. She was whirled around and pulled back against the intruder, who encircled her with one arm and smothered her mouth with his hand. Angelica writhed wildly, trying to bite the fingers pressing against her lips. He was so much stronger than her though, and easily dragged her across the room to her four poster bed, where he flung her onto the mattress and sat on her chest, pinning her arms down with his knees.

Angelica couldn't see who her attacker in the darkness of the room, but she knew that she had left both doctors and Dorf in Saffron's room. This person must be a stranger, she realised.

"You just made the biggest fucking mistake of your life," she snarled, as he fumbled in the blackness with something she couldn't make out. "My security guards are going to be here in seconds and they are going to beat the shit out of you when they see you on top of me."

The intruder made no reply to her threat. Instead, he reached down and held her nose. Angelica screamed in fury as he began shoving a ball gag into her mouth. She twisted her head from side to side and kicked him in the back as hard as she could, but he seemed impervious to the blows and finished his task, fastening the gag around the back of her head.

Angelica was livid now. Where the hell was Dr Hellen? She hated the feel of the ball in her mouth, wedging her tongue down and forcing her teeth apart, making her cheeks bulge out and silencing her snarls of anger. She put the force of her anger into her struggles, but the intruder kept her pinioned beneath him, his body weight holding her helpless as he began fitting a leather hood over her head.

Angelica felt the first pang of fright as her face was smothered in the leather mask. She fought hard but could not stop the zipper being fastened down the back of her head. Something tightened around her neck and she heard a loud click. Suddenly the weight on her chest was relieved as her attacker got off her. Her hands immediately flew to her face, and she desperately tried to rip the hood off. Her fingers slid over the smooth leather, and she found the tiny padlock at the back of her neck that held the zipper locked down.

Blindly she felt the front of the hood. It was totally seamless, with just two tiny holes beneath her nostrils for her to breathe through. The gag filling her mouth silenced her cry of horror as she realised that she couldn't escape from the hood. Frantically she tried to feel the strap of the gag through the leather, but it was hopeless.

She realised suddenly that the intruder must be standing over her, watching her panic. Probably he was enjoying the sight. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. Dr Hellen would be here in just a second to release her and then she would get her revenge on this brute. Meanwhile she didn't want to give her attacker any satisfaction.

Dizzily she sat up and put her hands down by her sides. There was no response from her attacker. Her hearing was muffled by the hood, so she couldn't tell if he was nearby. She stood carefully, kicking off the one shoe that remained on her foot after her struggle. Still there was nothing from the intruder. She took a step forward, reaching out with both hands to prevent herself from falling. Maybe he had left, she hoped.

As she took her second step, hands suddenly grabbed her shoulders. Roughly, she was spun around and around. She tried to grab at him but he eluded her and just as quickly released her, leaving her tottering, dizzy and disoriented, grabbing at air. She felt a wave of nausea rise up inside her stomach, and she collapsed onto her hands and knees, fighting the rush. The bastard was playing with her. He was going to pay dearly for this.

A knee in the small of her back suddenly forced her flat on the floor. She bit hard on the gag as her arms were wrenched behind her and her wrists were wrapped in something thick and sticky. She quickly recognised it as insulating tape. He taped her arms together all the way up past her elbows, applying several layers to keep them secure. Angelica kicked helplessly, cursing both her captor and Dr Hellen for not saving her. Of course, her curses were inaudible. She winced as she felt her dress being ripped along the seams as he tore it off her body, leaving her in just her panties and bra.

The hands pulled away the last scraps of torn material, and she was flipped over onto her back. She braced herself for the next attack, but nothing happened. She sighed as she realised he was standing back again, watching her writhe helplessly, probably getting a hard- on at the sight. She breathed deeply again and tried to fight the instinct to struggle.

Again she wondered where Dr Hellen was. If he didn't get here soon, this bastard might really hurt her. An image arose in her mind of the doctor reaching for her door handle, hearing the struggle within, and rushing off to get help. She was reassured by this theory. Surely that is why he isn't here yet, she thought. Although I would have preferred it if he had been braver and just burst in and saved me.

A sharp toe in the ribs broke into her reverie. She rolled away from it, the gag stifling her yelp. Another prod tipped her back over onto her front, and the hands grabbed at her bra strap, stretching it tight and making it cut painfully into her skin. He began pulling her across the room by the strap, half-lifting, half-dragging her on her knees until they arrived at the bed again. With one hand holding the bra strap and the other grasping the back of her panties, he lifted her onto the bed again. Angelica realised that kicking him at this point might induce him to do something worse to her, so she tried to remain passive and wait until the doctors came to her rescue.

She was flipped onto her back again and there was another sharp rip as her bra was torn from her body. The hands grabbed roughly at her breasts, crushing the nipples briefly before sliding down her body to her panties. As the fingers grasped the material, Angelica was no longer able to control herself. The feeling of helplessness was too much and she began kicking violently. She must have aimed well, as she felt her foot connect with something soft and the attacker cried out in pain and retreated.

He recovered quickly though, and she was quickly rendered helpless as he sat heavily on her legs. His fingers brushed over her belly making her skin crawl as he traced them lower to her crotch. She froze as he spoke for the first time.

"So you don't want me to take these off, is that right?" He sneered. With the hood on, his voice sounded disembodied and muffled. Angelica lay stiffly beneath him as his fingers slid over the silky material of her underwear and pressed against her pussy. "Maybe that's because you don't want me to see how wet you are down here."

Angelica felt a hot flush rising on her cheeks as she realised he was right. She was actually very wet between her legs, as she was getting turned on despite herself due to the restricting mask and the tape around her arms. And the last thing she wanted was to let this bastard see the effect he was having on her. Unfortunately there was little she could do to stop him.

He slid a finger beneath the material and stroked her pussy lips. As he did, she felt her clit begin to throb. She moaned helplessly as he lifted his weight momentarily from her legs and parted them a little further to allow himself easier access, then settled down again to hold her in place. His finger stroked up and down her labia, pressing a little harder with each stroke until they parted and he made contact with the entrance to her vagina.

"Are you sure you don't want me to take these off?" He teased. He began rubbing gently up and down, stroking around the entrance to her pussy and then sliding upwards, stopping just short of her clit, which was now throbbing intensely. "I think you do."

Angelica stifled her moan as he grasped the sides of her panties again, more gently this time, and began easing them down over her hips. He pulled them down to her thighs and left them there. Goddamn Dr Hellen! Where was he?

Angelica suddenly had a terrifying thought. What if Dr Hellen had heard the noises inside and presumed that she was playing consentually with this person? He would have thought that she had been leading him on as a joke when she invited him to her room. Maybe he was taking out his anger on Jenny. No one else was likely to come to her room tonight... She moaned hopelessly as she realised that maybe she wasn't going to be saved after all.

Her attacker heard the smothered moan and laughed. "Yes, I know what you need, honey. You'll get it when I decide. Now, let's see what we have here."

He stroked his hand over Angelica's snatch. It was completely hairless, allowing full view of her swollen sex. Usually she liked that, but now it made her feel even more vulnerable. She strained to pull her legs closer together, but his weight kept them parted. He used both hands to part her lips and held her open, obviously looking at her pussy intently. She wondered if he had turned a light on, as she couldn't tell with the hood over her eyes. She felt her skin crawl as she imagined his eyes feasting on her defenseless pussy.

For some reason he stopped his exploration and withdrew his hands. She realised why when he began tying a soft rope around the top of her thigh. Another rope circled her other thigh, and he suddenly got up off her. She was puzzled by his actions as the ropes were tight around her legs, but did not seem to be restraining her at all. She could hear him moving about, and still there was no tension on the ropes, and she fretted helplessly, wondering what he was up to. Her panties were still half-mast around her thighs, making her feel even more pathetic.

Her ankle was grabbed roughly and a rope fastened about it tightly. That leg was released, then the other ankle was tied in the same way. Still she could move her legs freely. He was moving about at the head of the bed now, and she could feel the mattress shake as he stood on it. It seemed like he was doing something to the head end of the canopy.

She gasped as the rope around her ankle was tugged hard. He was hoisting her leg in the air, and she imagined that he had hooked the other end of the rope over the top of the canopy to achieve that effect. She fought the rope but he reeled her in so that her leg was pulled back straight, and up over her head, lifting her buttocks several inches off the bed. She winced as the panties around her thighs were stretched taut, until the seam ripped and released her leg. The pulling stopped and she felt the rope vibrate as he tied it off. He quickly hoisted the other leg up in the same way, so that she was lying with her legs spread wide, pulled back above her head to reveal her pussy and her ass perfectly.

She writhed in discomfort, trying to slide herself down the bed to ease the pull of the ropes. He had moved down to the foot of the bed again now, though, and she felt the rope around her thigh suddenly go taut as he pulled it down towards the base of the post and tied it off. The last rope was secured in a similar fashion and he checked the knots.

Angelica was now unable to move her legs or buttocks an inch in any direction. All she could do was wriggle her hips a little. The ropes stretched her legs between the top of the posts at the head of the bed and the base of the posts at the foot of the bed, raising her ass from the mattress and presenting her genitals in full display.

The attacker had made sure that his knots were going to hold, then he returned to between Angelica's legs. This time he had full access and he decided to take his time. He began by caressing her thighs, stroking around the ropes and slowly circling inwards. Angelica twitched like a fly in a web as he advanced towards her vulnerable pussy. She desperately wanted to resist him but she knew that she was helpless to his touch. Her jaw tightened around the gag as he reached her lips again and began to softly stroke them with light, feathery touches that brushed down over her perineum and tickled their way back up over her bald mound. Her legs were stiff with tension as they strained against the ropes, trying to close and protect her gaping snatch.

Yet again, he used both hands to part her lips and spread her wide, making her writhe her hips as she tried hopelessly to back away from his touch. His fingers slid along the silky insides of her pussy, and she groaned with both defeat and desire as he finally pinched her pulsing clit between finger and thumb, rolling and squeezing it. His other thumb circled her vagina, slowly slipping in and out, circling just inside her canal and teasing her. He let his fingers brush over her arsehole, stroking her softly.

He removed his thumb from her vagina, keeping her clit tightly pinched all the while, and quickly slid his forefinger deep into her. Before she could tighten around it, he pulled it out again and pressed it quickly against her ass, forcing it through the tight little opening and deeper into her rectum. He pressed his thumb back into her vagina again and began gently rotating his wrist so that the digits swirled inside her with the same rhythm, while he continually squeezed her clit.

Angelica was overwhelmed by the her intense reaction to his stimulation. She was dizzy with her need to come, which was building forcefully inside her. She bit hard on the gag, torn inside between fighting his caresses and giving in to the orgasm that was building. It began to seem as if she had no choice as he expertly played with her, gradually edging her nearer to climax.

She gasped as he suddenly released her clit, then gasped again as his warm wet tongue lapped over her button. The change of stimulation slowed her ascent, but as he smothered her clit with his lips and began gently sucking, she completely lost what little control she had. All thoughts of rescue, of anything, fled her mind and she became lost in the sensations resonating through her body.

Her attacker seemed to sense the change in her response. He pulled his face away from her pussy, and crawled around to her side, keeping his finger and thumb in her orifices. She struggled in confusion, desperate for relief, as he began stroking her rock-hard nipples.

"I don't want you getting overexcited, honey. We've got all the time in the world. Let's take it slowly." Angelica twisted helplessly as his lips closed over her nipple and he began sucking and nibbling on the tender bud of her teat. She felt his fingers close over her other nipple and his hand between her legs stirred her insides, making her burn with arousal. Somehow she could feel something brushing against her clit while the fingers remained inside her, and now the fingers on her other nipple felt like lips and teeth too, but that was impossible... she was so dizzy with excitement she must be imagining it.

She tensed as the hand between her legs suddenly, definitely became two hands as they gripped her buttocks. Lips still suckled on her nipple, and her other breast was still being kneaded by a third hand. She reeled in confusion as she felt something press against her clit. Were there two men with her now? Or was she so confused, being robbed of her sight by the hood, that her screaming nerves were sending her false signals?

There was no mistaking what was sliding up and down between her pussy lips now. It was the head of a penis, very erect. She was going to be fucked like this, tied down and helpless, and the worst thing was, she wanted it, needed it. As the swollen head of the unseen dick pressed against her opening, she found herself trying to thrust against it. She could not move though, and it began to gradually ease in and out of her. She tried to get into the rhythm but it thrust deeper and deeper into her at its own pace. The lips on her nipple continued to suck and she felt the hand on her other breast slide down to her clit and begin rubbing it gently, making her cry out into the gag. She could feel the penis inside her getting harder as it got closer to coming, and she desperately tried to keep up with it, concentrating on the fingers rubbing her clit as her own orgasm built gradually.

The penis inside her slid out without coming, and she inadvertantly moaned in desperation. The ropes holding her legs up were suddenly released, and her legs flopped on the bed. Angelica hoped that her attacker was going to leave them free but he quickly moved down to the foot of the bed and began retying them in a new position. She did little to fight him as they felt numb from being stretched in their previous position, and besides, she was still hooded with her arms strapped tightly behind her.

The rope around her left ankle was tied to the base of the wooden post at the foot of the bed. The other end of the rope around her right ankle was tied around the top of the same post, which left Angelica lying on her side with one leg flat on the bed and the other sticking up in the air, giving easy access to both her pussy and ass. The ropes around her thighs were removed, and her attacker used one to slip under her arms and tie to the opposite bedpost, to keep her stretched tight diagonally across the bed and minimize her struggles.

Angelica felt her attacker stretch himself out in front of her. His bare chest brushed against her breasts as he did so, and she realised that he had no clothes on. It seemed rather bizarrre that an intruder in a strange house would feel comfortable enough to get naked, she thought. She quickly forgot about it though as he reached between her legs and positioned himself against her opening. She noticed that his dick felt dry, even though it had already been inside her. As he gripped her hips and began pushing it into her, she noticed that it also felt different in her pussy, longer and slightly thinner than just before.

She felt the hard knob of his penis rubbing over her g-spot and her muscles tightened. She was helpless to respond or retreat, so she just prayed that he would come and let her come too, and then leave her alone. She was beginning to get nearer to orgasm again he penetrated her completely with long, slow, rhythmic thrusts. His fingers closed over her nipples again, causing sensory overload. She writhed like a fish on a hook as he plunged into her again and again, his fingers digging into her hips and pulling her onto him. She could feel him swelling inside her, and she began to beg wordlessly through the gag; please make him come, please let me come, oh please...

He gave a deep thrust and held it inside her, making her wriggle helplessly as she tried to maintain the rhythm. He held her hips tightly though, and she could do nothing except grip the stiff dick inside her with the muscles of her pussy.

The realisation slammed into her that there were still two hands on her nipples, and a pair clutching her hips. She had been right all along! There were two men here. As she yelped in protest, the hands on her hips slid back to her buttocks and parted them. The tip of another dick, this one slippery and hard, pressed against her ass. She was sandwiched between two bodies and unable to buck away as the knob began squeezing slowly into her, forcing her tight asshole open. She felt it slide deeper, past the tight entrance and deeper into the softness of her rectum. All she could do was squirm and moan as she was speared from front and behind.

Now both pairs of hands held her still as the dicks inside her began move, gently and slowly, one sliding in as the other slid out. A hand moved down to her clit and circled it insistently with gentle fingers. Angelica screamed through the gag as the sensations built fast inside her. There was no fighting it now, she was going to come, and the dicks kept their slow thrusting pace as she began to shake with the force of the orgasm. Relentlessly it crashed over her again and again as they fucked her with deep rhythmic thrusts, pounding into her as they too began to come.

The penis in her pussy began to ejaculate first, sending spurts of hot juice into her with sharp thrusts in response to her own orgasm. The dick in her ass increased the pace, and quickly caught up with a climax of its own, filling her rectum with a stream of jism.

Angelica and her two assailants were all left panting. Despite her situation she had enjoyed the orgasm, and had forgotten her situation during the height of it. Now, however, she remembered that she was helpless to the whims of these two strange men. She began to wriggle and squeal, hoping that now they had had their fill of her they would untie her. She felt the dicks slip out of her as they lost their hardness, and the come trickled out of her orifices.

"I think she wants some more," said her first assailant. She didn't hear the response of the second one. She shook her head and howled in protest, but there was nothing she could do to escape. She felt something rough and damp wiping her between her legs. A wet towel, she realised, that they must have found in her ensuite bathroom.

As one of them cleaned her up, she could hear the other opening drawers. "This is just what you need!" Came the cry. "Wanna give it a try while I look a bit more?"

There was no reply but the wiping stopped. She could still hear one of them in the bedroom, rifling through her belongings, and the other one had gone into the bathroom. She could hear the water running. What could they have found? She ran the possilities through her mind. Probably a vibrator, she thought with a sigh. She wriggled her arms but the tape was too tight and sticky to get out of.

The second guy came out of the bathroom and knelt behind her on the bed. She waited tensely, expecting to have a vibrator jammed inside her, but instead he slid a towel beneath her hips. She heard a squelch which had to be lubricant coming out of a tube, and then the hard slipperiness of... an enema! She began struggling as he forced the cold tube into her ass, but it wasn't too difficult to get it in there after she had been stretched by a penis.

Number one obviously got bored and came back over to the bed. "Looks like you need some help there," he observed as Angelica's thrashing increased with every inch of progress. He lay down in front of her in a 69 position. "Shame she can't suck mine," he joked, "but you know she'd try to bite it off."

Wrapping an arm around her waist, he buried his face in her pussy, closing his lips over her clit and sucking hard. She tried to writhe out of his grasp but the ropes held her in place. He reached over with his other hand and slid three fingers into her pussy, seeking out her g-spot and pressing against it.

Meanwhile number two was still easing the enema hose into her rectum. Each little thrust he made with the hose made Angelica try to pull away, which pushed her snatch harder against number one's face. It was easy to tell from the sounds she was making that she was becoming extremely excited again, despite her protests.

Number two decided it was time to move on to the next stage in administering the enema. He began pumping the bulb slowly, forcing warm water deep into Angelica's bowels. She struggled harder, and the arm around her waist tightened more, keeping her motionless as the liquid pumped into her and her clit was sucked and lapped.

All the water had been deposited inside her, so number two pulled the hose out and slid his finger in to keep it there. He wriggled his finger about, making her wail. It was obvious she was going to come again, so number one sucked as hard as he could while thrusting his fingers in and out of her pussy. As she began to jerk with the climax, number two slid his finger in and out of her ass. With each contraction of the orgasm, a spurt of water shot out past his finger. Angelica desperately tried to hold it in but she had no control over her body. She was mortified to be manipulated like this by these two strangers, but there was no way to stop them. It crossed her mind that Jenny and Saffron and the others she had kept as toys might feel the same, but the thought sent a wave of excitement through her that forced another spurt from her bottom. Then all thoughts left her as teeth suddenly bit down hard on her clit sending a wave of pain that was nearly too pleasurable through her, and she came again.