Afternoon Undelight

I don’t remember passing out on the cold floor of the laundry room. Nor do I remember doing my laundry, but when I came back to the world I was in my apartment, my laundry sitting in the basket on the floor across from me. I was on the settee with a thin sheet covering me. I was still wearing my t-shirt and baggy shorts. Checking with my left hand, I found flakes of dry cum between my legs and on the outside of my pussy.

Since I had no clock, I turned on the TV to the headline news channel and saw that it was after eleven AM! Most of the morning was gone and I had no way to report what happened to me. I got up and slowly made my way to the front door, it was locked and a note was taped to the inside of the door.

“Your keys are at my place. I promise you that I haven’t gone to the police and I can’t
stress enough that you shouldn’t do that either, they wouldn’t hesitate to hurt either
of us if you did!”
Apartment 203

So now I had a pretty good idea who brought me back to my apartment and how my door was locked. By what they wrote they must have had a similar experience as I had. I checked the peephole, saw the hallway was clear so I took a chance and went to get my keys back. I lived in 201 so I knew that 203 was on the left hand side of the single elevator, going right there I gently rapped on the door.

The door opened just enough for an arm to get out, holding my keys. From the opening, I heard, “Forget how you got your keys back, forget we ever talked!” My keys almost fell to the floor then the door closed and I heard a deadbolt go home.

I went back to my apartment and found the door slightly ajar, I could have sworn that I shut the door behind me. I cautiously opened the door and went inside, making sure that I shut the door and locked the door. I just turned to go into the living room from the small alcove with the door when I stopped dead in my tracks.

“Now you aren’t going to make me come over there and bring you to us are you?”

Two men were standing in my living room. One I had never seen before but the one who spoke was the one who **** me in the laundry room earlier that morning. I got my wits about me, turned and tried to get the door opened when A hand got around my waist and spun me into the wall, knocking my breath out of my lung. A fell to the floor and was almost flat out on the floor when I was picked up and carried into my apartment towards where my bedroom was.

"Well that was a stupid thing to do since I said we would do it again real soon!’ I was taken into my bedroom tossed onto the mattress and the other guys grabbed my t-shirt and wrestled it up over my head, while the one who **** me grabbed my shorts and took then off me.

Then as one held me down the other removed their clothing and took over holding me down so
the other could strip. Then I was attacked by both of them, the younger man forcing me to suck his cock as the other one fucked my pussy again. When they both cummed the switched places and I was made to suck and fuck them again.

Only when I saw the sky outside of my small window had a hint of darkening blue did I realize that the pair of them used me sexually most of the afternoon. They were about to go when I heard the younger one say, “You better show up Monday morning with a smile and ready to do as you’re told or you’ll regret ever thinking that you earned your position on the merits of your resume alone!”

Then I heard them go out of the bedroom, to the front door. The door opened and seconds later closed and somehow got locked from the outside.. In a daze I got up and went to the bathroom and got into the hottest shower possible to wash their filthy cum off my body. But no matter how long I scrubbed my skin, I couldn’t get the dirty feeling off me!

As I went to the settee, I couldn’t face sleeping in the bed where they basically **** me for hours, all I could think was that the young one must be from where I was going to work. Oh god what would I do if he tried to fuck me at work?