"Creepers" A fantasy feature film

Kaylee lives alone near campus. She has the money, the grades, the big tits that make professors stop mid-lecture. Every night the two men crouch outside her window and see everything—her bath, her books, her fingers buried between her legs. Tonight the pattern breaks. Another man comes out of the dark, forces his way inside. The creepers could shout. They could run for help. They stay frozen, cocks hardening while they watch the stranger stuff a ball gag between her teeth, cinch the straps, and start tearing clothes off. He bends her over the kitchen table. Ropes bite into her wrists, her ankles, her tits. He takes his time. First he shoves his cock down her throat until spit runs down her chin, then he flips her and pushes straight into her ass. Kaylee bucks, eyes wide, drool soaking the gag, but he keeps driving. The creepers can’t look away. They stroke themselves in the bushes, hearts pounding, while the stranger uses every hole and leaves her shaking on the floor, cum leaking down her thighs.