Rape

The weekend was my idea; we hadn’t had much time alone lately, what with the kids home for the summer and family vacation and such. So we arrived in the city on Saturday evening, checked in, and dropped our small bags in the room. After a slight debacle as we looked in vain for the second room key we just had in our hands, we set out for the evening.
Dinner was great and, as we returned to the hotel, Sarah and I retold the jokes we liked best from the comedy show we had seen afterward. So far, this weekend trip to the city was working out exactly as we had hoped; no kids, no distractions, just the two of us together for a change.
Sarah is 38, a natural redhead with a 38D bust, a slight stomach from childbirth, and long legs that are pale and freckled like her shoulders. She has a pretty face that is always smiling and laughing.
I unlocked the door to our room and followed Sarah inside. Once in, I flicked at the wall switch. Sarah gasped as the light revealed two men in our room, one held a black handgun on us. They both wore facemasks and were larger than me. Sarah looked as if she might scream until the one with the gun pointed it right in her face.
“Not a sound, bitch.” His tone was mean and sincere. “One little noise from you or your man here and you’re both dead, got it?”
Sarah nodded and shut her open mouth. The other man moved behind me and I heard the sound of tape being torn from a roll. “I… I’ve got money in my wallet.” I said. The tape was wound around my wrists behind me.
“Good,” the first one said, obviously the leader, “We’ll take that with us when we go.”
The second one then led me roughly to the chair in the corner. He taped my ankles to the legs of the chair and then over my thighs and under the chair several times, I couldn’t move. Then he placed a strip over my mouth.
The first one held the gun on my wife and watched as this was finished. Then he turned back to her. “Went through your things while we waited. You got some big bras in the bag, so my friend and me want to see what the hell you put in them. Remember, one sound and you both get it, POW, understand?”
Sarah nodded slightly as tears started to fill her eyes and she realized that robbery wasn’t the only thing on these men’s minds. The first one handed his gun to his friend. His hands reached out and cupped Sarah’s large breasts, squeezing them through the dress she wore. She closed her eyes. With a violent move, he ripped the front of her dress down and off, leaving my wife in just her dark purple bra and panties. I could see more tears flowing as he roughly handled her some more, pinching her nipples through the bra. Then he pulled the shoulder straps down.
Sarah’s breasts are pale white and full, with aureole that crinkle up in the cold or when she’s excited. They were crinkled now, but excitement wasn’t the reason. Her nipples are the size of pencil erasers when erect and sit smoothly against the skin when not. He grabbed them with both hands and dug his fingers in, twisting the sensitive flesh as he did. Sarah’s face screwed up in pain, but she didn’t make a sound. He looked over at me. “Hey. I’ll bet you have a lot of fun with these, huh?” They laughed as I yelled into the tape at them.
“I’ve never been with a redhead before, your pussy all red-haired, too?” Sarah’s face burned as red as her hair as she miserably nodded. He reached down and into her panties. She squirmed as he did something I couldn’t see. “Well, we have to see that, don’t we?’ He looked at his partner, I’ll call him ‘Number 2’, who said yes.
Number 1 stepped back. “Take them off, bitch.” Sarah looked around the room. I was tied and no help. Number 1’s hand flew out and smashed into Sarah’s face. She gave a grunt and fell to the floor. He pulled her up by a fist full of her long hair. Taking a nipple in his fingers, he began to twist. “Take off the fucking panties.” Her pretty face was coated in tears of pain, fear, and humiliation. He twisted harder. Finally, she reached down and slid her panties down her legs.
Now she stood before her tied-up husband and two malicious strangers nude except for her heels. The men took a good look at her. They made her turn around so that they could see her ass. Number 2 commented on her slight stomach. “Good tits, but you are a fat cow aren’t you?” For the first time, Number 2 approached her. He grabbed her breasts in both hands from the sides and made as if to milk her. “Come on Bessie, give some milk.” They both laughed as Sarah looked down.
Number 2 reached slid his one hand with deliberate slowness down her chest and stomach to her crotch. “Yes, sure is red,” a finger slid between the lips of her cunt, “tight as shit, too.”
Number 1 put a hand on Sarah’s shoulder and pushed her to her knees. She stayed there when he lifted his hand, knowing what was next. This was a new position for her. If she ever agreed to give me a blowjob, she did it in bed. But now she knelt naked at the feet of these two men.
Number 1 stood in front of her. “Take it out, and introduce yourself.”
Sarah reached up slowly and unzipped his jeans. He didn’t appear to have any underwear on, because a thick slab of cock popped right out at her. “Give it a kiss, slut, you’re going to be good friends soon.” Looking sick, Sarah pursed her lips and gave the stranger’s cock a light kiss. “Okay, now you know what to do.” Sarah opened her full lips and took him in her mouth. I could see her tongue working on it inside. “Don’t you got hands, you stupid bitch?”
Sarah reached up and caressed the base of his dick with one and cupped his ball sack with the other. She gently worked the first hand up and down the shaft as her mouth did the same. “Suck harder, slut.” My wife worked on Number 1’s cock for several minutes before he grabbed the back of her head and held her in place. Then he pulled out.
A string of his slimy cum connected them for a second before it broke and fell against her chest. “Needs work, whore.” He said as his friend took his spot. Sarah opened right up for Number 2 and sucked him and played with his hard cock as she did his friend’s until he was ready to blow. Then he pulled out of her warm mouth so that he could shoot rope after rope of cum onto her tear-streaked face.
The men laughed at her until Number 1 took her into the bathroom to wash it off. I couldn’t see, but later Sarah told me that he made her watch in the mirror as he played with her body. A few minutes later, they came back out with Sarah’s face looking normal again.
Number 1 spoke up, “Lay down, slut.”
Sarah glanced at the bed and shook her head. “Please don’t rape me.”
Number 1’s hand shot out again, this time slamming into her left breast. It swung across her chest against the other. Then he hit the right one. Several times his hand slapped her poor breasts, the sounds echoing in the small room. Sarah grunted and cried, but never yelled. When he was done, Number one gripped her nipples and again twisted them, even harder than before. “Go lay on the fucking bed, whore.”
Sarah laid on her back on the bed. Her breasts flattened slightly to the sides but she appeared thinner in the middle. “Hands up under your head.” She complied. “Now spread out nice and wide.”
Sobbing uncontrollably, she spread her legs. Her pussy opened to reveal the delicate lips inside. Her eyes found mine so she didn’t have to watch as the two rapists got undressed. Then Number 1 got on the bed and between her legs. His cock was again huge and ready to invade her unwilling cunt. He positioned himself at her entrance and fell against her.
Her eyes flew open wide as he shoved his way into her tight passage. She grunted when he started to push and pull in her. She just lay there, letting him have what he wanted. Number 1 fucked her for a few minutes until he came deep in her pussy and pulled out.
As he got up, N umber 2 started to get on for his turn at my wife, but his friend held him back. “That was the worst fuck I’ve ever had. What the hell is wrong with you? You didn’t try at all.” Number 1 went to the table where the roll of tape sat and picked it up. In a minute he had taped her hands together behind her and taped her panties in her mouth. Then he slipped the belt off his pants. “You stay right there on the bed, or it will get a whole lot worse, understand?”
He didn’t wait for an answer as he swung the belt down and into her soft stomach. Sarah bolted upright as best she could, but Number 2 pushed her back down. The belt slammed into her breasts next. She rolled over to escape, but the belt just smashed into her ass and thighs until she was forced to roll back to protect them. Number 1 whipped her for several minutes until he was satisfied he had covered everything he could see.
Her whole body was red from the belt, with parts even now starting to show signs that they would bruise. Her breasts had taken much of the beating and were already swelling in response to the damage. Number 1 said something to Number 2 too softly to hear. Then Number 2 climbed on the bed and ripped the tape from her mouth and pulled out the cloth. He straddled her face and said, “Suck my asshole, bitch”.
Sarah couldn’t think straight or refuse so she started to tongue his ass. Number 2 grabbed her legs and spread them out wide. As Number 1 mover to the end of the bed, I knew what was going to happen. The belt swung again, this time straight into her pussy. Sarah bucked and squirmed. I could hear her cry of pain but it was too muffled by her attackers ass to be heard loudly. Number 2 still had her ankles in his hands and so the belt came down again, and again. Finally Number 1 stopped and his friend got up. Sarah curled up in a ball on the bed.
“Now you understand we want some enthusiasm?” Number 1 motioned his partner to the bed.
Number two shoved Sarah to one side and lay in the middle of the bed, facing up. Gripping Sarah by her hair, he lifted her face up. “I’m waiting.”
Sarah struggled to her knees. Her beaten breasts were an angry red and noticeably swollen. When she straddled Number 2’s body, I could see red stripes all over her. She reached beneath her and gripped his cock and positioned it at the tortured opening to her body. With a groan, she slid onto him.
“Work it bitch, don’t make me remind you again.” Number 1 said. Sarah began to bounce faster and harder on her rapist. For his part, Number 2 laid back and toyed with her damaged tits and pussy while she raped herself on him. As he shot his first load into my wife, I glanced at the clock beside the bed. So far these men had been using my beautiful wife for a little over an hour. While many people were just getting back to the hotel for the night, Sarah had already unwillingly blown and fucked two men.
Number 2 shoved her roughly off him and, without her hands to stop her, she rolled right onto the floor. She lay there without moving, lost in her own misery and pain. For a few minutes, the men occupied themselves with our wallets, taking out our money, looking at out licenses and cards. Ignoring the wounded woman at their feet. Number 1 looked over at me for the first time since Sarah started to service them.
“Got any more cash?” He said. I shook my head, but he came over to the chair to search my pockets anyway. “What the fuck?” I hadn’t even noticed with everything going on, but his hand had found my hard dick. “Well, you like what you see?” He pointed to my sobbing wife on the floor. I shook my head. He laughed. Standing up, Number 1 went over to where Sarah lay, pulled her up by the hair, and led her over to my chair.
“Husband likes to watch you get fucked, cow, why don’t you take out his dick and give him a little fun?” Sarah shook her head but he pushed her down to her knees once again. “Do it!” She opened my pants and to my embarrassment, pulled out my hard cock. She started to suck me as she was told. As her mouth worked on me, Number 1 came up behind her and pulled her hips up until she was standing, bent over, sucking me.
I watched as he grinned and shoved his revived hard-on into her pussy. Her pretty, green eyes went wide as he entered her, but she didn’t stop. Suddenly I felt my cum shoot deep into her mouth. I looked at her apologetically, but she didn’t even notice.
Number 1 pulled out and led her to the bed again. He made her kneel on it with her ass up and her head down. I watched as he rubbed his cock around on her messy cunt. Then he put it at her asshole. It took her a moment to register where it was, but then her head shot up. “Please, not there.” She said. “I’ll do anything you want, but please not that.” He didn’t even respond, except to shove himself inside.
Sarah jerked her head back and would have let out a yell if he hadn’t covered her mouth. Number 1 shoved relentlessly into Sarah’s unused asshole. Her eyes over-flowed with fresh tears and her body quivered in new pain. He reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back at a dangerous angle. “Make any sound and I will kill you.”
She suffered in silence as her ass was used for the first time. He had already cum several times in a short period, so he plundered my wife’s ass for a long time. He pulled her almost upright by the hair so that her could pinch and squeeze her battered breasts. Then he pushed her down so that he could pound into her until he came.
When he pulled out, Sarah fell to the bed. I saw his cum and her blood on his softening cock. The other man stepped around the bed and pulled her to him with her hair. His cock was at her face and she just opened her mouth and took him in. It was a long time before he came again, too.
I hoped they were done, they had raped my poor wife in every way they could and abused her beyond belief. Sarah lay on the bed after the blowjob. She didn’t move or talk or even look around. I could see how tired she was and couldn’t even imagine in how much pain.
Number 1 stepped over to her and rolled her onto her back. She groaned but didn’t try to resist. Her legs fell apart to reveal her raw and, in places, bleeding privates. Two hours ago, she would have rather died than be exposed and available to a stranger, but now she did it without a care. They had taken away her dignity and modesty and left in its place a tired and beaten woman.
He shoved two fingers into her pussy, she grunted, but didn’t react otherwise. He moved them around, feeling her inside. Then he added another and another. I a few minutes, with a little effort, Number 1 had his whole hand within her body. He reached up and gripped her breast and used it to help him push and pull his hand inside her over-stretched cunt.
Sarah grunted and gasped as he pushed up to his forearm into her most intimate place, then he pulled back, twisting his arm, until only his hand remained. Over and over he fucked her like that. Suddenly he grinned and spoke to his buddy across the room.
“Hey, the bitch is slopping up.” Soon, I could hear the unmistakable sound of his fist inside her wet pussy. Her hips started to swing weakly up to his hand. The other man came over and began to play with her nipples and breasts as Number 1 used his other hand to play with her clit.
I heard her moan softly and she moved her hips in time with the thrust of his huge hand. They continued for several minutes, sweat broke out on Number 1’s face with the exertion. Suddenly my beautiful wife threw her head back and moaned as she came on this stranger’s hand. When she was done, he pulled out with a wet plop sound.
“Thank us for the cum, slut.”
Sarah was clearly embarrassed and ashamed of herself. She looked wearily at a point on the wall. “Thank you for making me cum.”
“Stand up.” She did. Her body barely resembled the one I knew. Her bright red hair was mussed and wet from sweat and cum. Her eyes were tired and her face slack with exhaustion. There were red marks on both cheeks. The pale skin of her chest was reddened from the whipping and her breasts were swollen to almo st twice their usual size with bruises starting to form. Her nipples were a dark red instead of their usual pink and also obscenely swollen. Her stomach, legs, and back had many belt marks that would soon bruise. Between her legs was a mess of wet and drying cum. Her thighs were reddened from so much use and the pretty, normally tight lips of her pussy were hanging out of her cunt, raw and angry looking.
“Please leave us now. There’s nothing left to do to me.” Her voice was small and tone pleading.
Number 1 ran a hand into the swamp of her crotch and brought it to her mouth. “Clean me.” She stuck out her tongue and cleaned his hand of their and, recently, her juices. He repeated the procedure until she was fairly clean. “We’re not done yet, you’re too dirty to send home. Go get in the shower.”
Sarah wearily went into the bathroom and I heard the shower start. Number 2 went in with her and when he came out a few minutes later, Number 1 went in. Sarah told me later that both men had soaped and played with her body until they got hard and then fucked her bent over in the shower. Finally, Number one had warned her again about noise before making her lay in the tub and fill her abused cunt with hot soapy water several times.
Her captor led my wife naked and wet into the room. He stood behind her and squeezed her breasts painfully as he spoke. “I know you two can’t wait to call the cops as soon as we leave, but I need to tell you that we know where you live and if you report this, we and our friends will come out there and have a party with you that will make this night look like gentle lovemaking… that is before we kill you.” The enormity of the threat sank into both of us. These men had broken in to our room attacked me, and raped my wife in more ways than I could count, but there was nothing we could do about it. As they left, Number 2 smacked Sarah on the ass. “Thanks for the memories.”
We had the room to ourselves again. So much had happened that I couldn’t believe that just 3 hours before, we had been happy and laughing, looking forward to a night of intimate sex. Sarah used a key to break the tape that held me down and I ripped it off, trying out of respect for what Sarah had been through, not to show that it hurt the hair on my arms and legs. She just collapsed on the bed and I lay down with her and held her until morning.

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