NIGELLA - WITH CHRIS IN THEIR BEDROOM; THEN THE WHOLE FAMILY PRESENT<br/><br/>As I gently and insistently ground my sex more into Chris' lovely searching fingers I could feel my heat rising, my sense of control slipping away. Then I heard a sound. It was downstairs and sounded like someone moving about. I was reminded we had a house full of our teenaged children. It wouldn't do to have them interrupt though it was extremely rare they did; Chris laid down the rules about our bedroom privacy on that account. We had sex in the house with the kids around quite often. I am sure they heard the noises but they were all adults now and didn't comment on it.<br/><br/>However there's no mistaking your own bedroom door opening, no matter how quietly someone might do it. I rolled away from Chris and sat up, only to feel a small sting like an insect bite in my shoulder. Then there was a loud crash down the hall. I knew it was the bathroom door slamming back.<br/><br/><strong>"Hello? That you Julien? What's going on?"</strong>Those were all the words I could get out as I reached to scratch where my skin stung and found a tiny dart-like flechette device between my fingers.<strong>"What?"</strong>I asked before a strange sensation of helplessness came over me. I slumped back on the pillows and knew my jaw had gone slack, my mouth open. Then I heard other sounds, someone moving in the room and it certainly wasn't Julien. I wanted to cry out, to shout, but all I could make was a sort of weak humming rattle in my throat. I felt my eyes roll back in my head and my vision blurred but my body was alert and tingling, every touch was clearly felt, though my muscles were slack and useless.<br/><br/>At the sounds of people in the room I went into a fearful panic.<em>Chris! The children! Someone's in the house! Tell the children!</em>but all that came out was a kind of wet slurred<strong>"Khuuuur... Ghuur... Nuuuhrn..."</strong>I was dragged down the bed by my ankles, the sheets thrown off me. I was roughly rolled onto my front and my arms pulled behind me, my wrists tied with something tight and painful. I was then rolled back onto my back, my large breasts wobbling on my chest. I was in a terrible panic, fearful and wide awake, yet I could do nothing but lie there, all my worries were for the children.<br/><br/>A man wearing black with a mask over his face leaned over me. His hands went to my breasts and I shuddered, then his fingers reached into the negligee and ripped it away, the silk and satin ribbon ripping to pieces and the edging cutting painfully into my flesh before it broke. My mind screamed rape and I wanted to howl and shout and scream but just more wet gurgles and snorts came out of my slack throat. Was I drugged? I must be! Then I felt the man's hands at my panties and these too he ripped away, the satin hem slicing agonizingly against my feminine places, front and rear, before it parted. I felt him push a finger or two at my sex and no doubt the hand came away sticky, he would now I was aroused in my bed with my husband. I wanted to curse and rant at him but could do nothing. As my jaw lolled slack and open and drooling, something was pushed between my teeth and strapped tight behind my neck, forcing my jaws painfully wide. I groaned again at the gag and was then bodily picked up and dumped on the carpet beside the bed. Other bodies were dumped next to me. My whole family were carried in, each one tied as I was and naked, Julien all wet from the shower and the girls too.<br/><br/><em>Don't you touch them! Don't you dare touch my daughters!</em>I wanted to threaten these men but nothing but drool and a low moaning would come out.<br/><br/><strong>"Uhhhur! Nnnuur! Mmmhur!"</strong><br/><br/>Even though I was naked and my body was exposed to them all I felt no shame, just fear and anger at them, whoever it was. I still couldn't control my muscles at all and my eyes wouldn't even turn. Rolled back in my head as they were, I didn't even know how many men there were but if all the family had been brought in here that would be five or six of them.<br/><br/>I lay there helpless and inert but feeling the two bodies either side of me against my arms and legs. One was Chris, I had seen him dragged to the floor, I had no idea who was on my other side and none of my limbs or muscles would work to let me see. I was afraid, deathly afraid, and furious too. I think my anger was overcoming my fear at this point.