STANDARD DEFINITION VERSION. Rachel was the prim, sweet-natured and devoted wife of a Reverend. She had lived a sheltered and uncomplicated life that left her naively cheerful and trusting. That all changed one afternoon when she was busy preparing her husband's supper in the kitchen. Typically, Rachel presented the image of the model housewife. She wore an apron and commented happily to herself while attending to her cooking. All she could think about was doing her best to make sure her beloved husband would have everything he wanted when he came home. All of sudden, however, a masked man ...

STANDARD DEFINITION VERSION. Rachel was the prim, sweet-natured and devoted wife of a Reverend. She had lived a sheltered and uncomplicated life that left her naively cheerful and trusting. That all changed one afternoon when she was busy preparing her husband's supper in the kitchen. Typically, Rachel presented the image of the model housewife. She wore an apron and commented happily to herself while attending to her cooking. All she could think about was doing her best to make sure her beloved husband would have everything he wanted when he came home. All of sudden, however, a masked man seemed to enter from nowhere. Rachel turned to see him and almost jumped out of her skin. She backed away in terror, but the man sprang forwards, grabbed her roughly, and clamped a strong hand over her mouth to cut off an attempted scream. He then warned her to be quiet and do exactly he said. The man had been spying on Rachel for a long time. Her demure yet sexy air had so appealed to him that he determined to have his way with her at any cost. Knowing she was the Reverend's wife, he worked out the times she would be alone and vulnerable, then entry into her house accordingly. Now he had Rachel literally in his hands - and he was not about to let her go until he had had his way with her. Rachel was horrified to feel the man pawing parts of her that no man - not even her husband - had touched before. She struggled against him, but it was all in vain. In time the man gagged her, bound together her knees and her ankles, and then tied her wrists behind her back. Rachel was left lying on the floor - nothing but muffled moans coming from her cloth-filled mouth. Briefly the man headed off to the can, and Rachel saw a glimmer of hope. She fidgeted and squirmed and managed to move some way across the floor. Unfortunately for her, the man came back all too soon. Rachel's desperate attempt at escape amused him. He taunted her for a moment, then picked her up, bundled her onto his shoulder, and carried her upstairs to her bedroom. Working her gag loose, Rachel begged the man to let her go. She could not bear to think of the sinful things he intended to do to her. But the man once again showed no conscience. He let Rachel fall to the bed, replaced her gag, and removed some of her bindings to get better access to her body. He then pushed her down on the mattress, lifted her skirt to reveal her stocking tops, grabbed the crotch of her panties, and ripped it away to expose Rachel's defenseless pussy. The Reverend's wife screamed through her gag - dreading the coming of her scarred honor. She acquiesced, knowing that she had no options. Then her pussy was rubbed and probed by the finger's of the masked man. She endured the shameful humiliation for a long time, whimpering and writhing weakly, and getting her butt spanked several times along the way. After that, the man yanked up her bra cups and turned his attention to her big tits - mauling their full naked flesh and long hard nipples. While the incident was deeply traumatic for Rachel, it was a serious turn on for the man. His cock got so hard from his enjoyment of fondling the prim housewife that he immediately pulled it out and ordered her to suck it. Rachel felt as if she were in the middle of a nightmare. She had never committed such a depraved sex act in her life. Such a thing had never even entered her head. Now she was going to have to do it to a man who wasn't her husband! She sobbed and begged the man for mercy, but his heartless response was to grab her tightly by the hair and her face towards his cock. Rachel had no choice but to open her mouth and take it in. Her verbal protests were muffled by a gag of man-meat as she succumbed to the man's rough, bullying treatment and strove to pleasure his big cock through a combination of sucking, licking and deep-throating. For all her inexperience in this area, Rachel's survival instincts caused to her excel herself. Shortly after that, the man was ready for some fucking. Rachel once again had her pussy fingered and juiced up - against her will, and much to her shame. Knowing what was coming, she told the man to hurry up and do what he must do - without hurting her. She wanted him finished and gone as soon as possible. The man duly positioned Rachel on her back, lifted her ankle-bound legs, and shoved his cock into her pussy. Rachel could do nothing to prevent it. Her bindings were as restraining as ever. Having fucked her that way for some time, the man switched to taking her on her side, then finally in the doggy position. It was an epic, intense that saw the pussy of the Reverendâ€TMs wife getting a relentless work out. Poor Rachel barely stopped whimpering throughout the ordeal. She had never been so filled with cock - so completely fucked in such a range of ways. Her body could not help but be excited at the novelty of such a vigorous, all-out pounding. In her mind, though, she was full of regret. Finally, she had to get on her knees and present her face for the masked man to blast with his cum. Despite her wincing, she braved every drop - allowing it to coat her cheeks, lips and chin. Afterwards, she broke into fresh sobs, but told the man she would pray for his soul and the strength to forgive him for what he had done. The masked man was unmoved. He laughed at Rachel and warned her not to speak too soon - since he may be back more for some time.