Rape

In The Beginning

The bedroom is illuminated only by the dull glow of the monitor. The man is huddled on a swivel chair, peering into the monitor.

The PC sits atop a long table, the 20-inch plasma screen at the extreme left side. The CPU is located at the man’s feet under the monitor.

The man is wearing a loose t-shirt and black boxer shorts. His brown hair is rather long and tufts of it fall down on the collar behind and cover more than half of his forehead in front.

The man manipulates the mouse with his right hand. His eyes glow just like the monitor does as he devours the images flashing on it.

At the moment, the man has no need of the keyboard: the mouse is enough. That leaves his left hand free as well.

The left hand is certainly not free. In the dim light, one can make out the jerking to and fro motions of the left hand that is buried between his legs.

It all started when he first received a response from an admirer out of the US of A. An admirer who liked the way the man wrote erotica for a site on the web.

In his response, the admirer admitted that the stories were extremely sexy and that he and his wife enjoyed reading them together. Of particular note to the man was that his admirer and the wife adored the situations in his stories that described a man’s penis thrusting back and forth between a woman’s breasts.

For as long as he could remember, the man had always been fascinated by that particular piece of anatomy of a woman’s body. They always enraptured him, irrespective of whom they belonged to.

There came a time when his brother-in-law, in one of the intimate conversations that married men usually have in their late twenties or early thirties, confessed to the man that he, the brother-in-law had found a exciting way of ‘keeping the blood pumping’.

This brother-in-law had a young voluptuous wife endowed with rather large breasts. The brother-in-law had confessed that his wife had urged him to place his penis between her breasts and move it back and forth, back and forth till he would come to the point of ejaculation after which he had to freedom to do with his penis whatever he desired to do. The brother-in-law had admitted bashfully that most times, he would contend ejaculating all over his wife’s breasts and that in fact, she loved it more than he did.

As he heard his brother-in-law describe it to him, the man had wondered why he had never thought about it before. Of course, during that time, the man had no access to a PC or to the VCD’s / DVD’s. All he ever did was to gaze longingly at almost every woman’s chest. In bed with his wife, he loved to spend long times kissing, sucking, licking and fondling her breasts.

No body else after that had ever told the man about this particular fetish and he now practiced it regularly with his own wife, regretting that he hadn’t known about this earlier. It became a ritual with them, more so and especially after he was exposed to the Internet and VCD’s / DVD’s were selling on footpaths.

His brother-in-law had been the only person to have actually described to him about this particular fetish. No one else had. Until now.

It began with a mail where the admirer admitted that he and his wife loved his stories. The next the man read was when the admirer wrote to say that he and his wife had visited the man’s country during their honeymoon and that the admirer loved to watch his wife with other colored men. The letter also mentioned that the wife liked to have a colored man’s penis between her breasts. Later, the admirer attached a few photographs of his wife.

The wife was good looking, and from what the man could make out from her photographs, was generously endowed in the department of breasts. She was blonde and though he wasn’t certain, her eyes seemed to be a shade of blue. In one photo, she was in a ponytail, but the other photo showed him that her hair was long enough to fall to her shoulders. In the photo that showed her in a Jacuzzi, the man could see her generous cleavage and along with the suggestive letter that accompanied the attachments, he was aroused.

*

WHEN IT BEGAN

“It was lucky that we got to know each other on the net and luckier that you agreed to show us around, Ray.”

Ray shook his head. “No problems, Tim. It’s entirely my pleasure. Remember you mentioned that this is the second time you are visiting India?”

“Yes,” Sam answered. She was sitting on the rear seat while her husband drove shotgun with the tall gangly Indian. “We were here for our honeymoon five years ago.”

“Oh, that part I know.”

“But you know how those trips are like, pal,” Tim said ruefully. “You aren’t too concerned about the geography of the area you are visiting, if you get me, huh?”

Ray nodded, smiling. “I know,” he replied. “I had set up what I had thought would be a very exciting beach resort for our honeymoon. Hell, we might as well have booked into some hotel anywhere else. I mean, we never went around the beach, it was so noisy.”

“Not something to look forward to during your honeymoon huh?” Sam laughed.

She had a nice smile, Ray thought, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. Nice and easy – it revealed her pearly, perfect teeth. Luckily, the man thought, there were no feelings of feeling awkward in each other’s presence, even if enough had been revealed about each other in those long mails they shared.

But then, the man knew, one often exaggerates what he says on the net.

“That is true,” Tim said. “Sam’s brother, Dave, was furious that we didn’t see the actual rustic part of India.”

“Foreigners don’t always see those parts, I suppose,” Ray said, forcing his eyes away from the mirror to concentrate on the road. The expressway had six-lanes and the going was pretty good, especially since there was very little traffic. “They are more concerned about visiting the Taj Mahal and those various palaces and forts. Personally, I find it boring. You see one palace and you have seen them all. I mean I have nothing against these trips, but if you are visiting to just soak in the sun and have a relaxed vacation, there is little point in trudging with those awful guides and listening to them reel off statistics about the palaces and the forts.”

“I agree,” Sam said. “I believe you visit those places only if you are interested in writing or in history. Which, at least I am not.”

“You are not, Samantha?” Ray asked.

She let out a peal of laughter. “Not at all. And while you are at it, just call me Sam. Samantha seems so old fashioned. All my friends call me Sam.”

Tim grinned. “So Ray, what is this place you are taking us to?”

Ray cleared his throat. “Well, I thought that maybe we should begin by unwinding in a remote place, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city and the tourists. There’s this place as I told you, about three hours drive from the airport. It’s a kind of a resort, facing a lake – very rustic, very quiet. Its around a few square miles and pretty jungle-like with literally thousands of trees of almost every variety growing all around it. There’s a twenty-four hour restaurant, a couple dozen cottages for guests and miles and miles of paths where you can trek. It’s also supposed to be an ornithologists delight, but hey, I don’t go in for that stuff. Maybe I can tell the difference between a crow and a parrot and that is all.”

They laughed. “Who the hell is interested in birds?” Tim agreed.

The man thought that the couple stole a glance at him almost together.

It is always tough to break the ice, he thought.

“What that means is that the most guests you can expect are the very few who want basically a place to get away. Weather’s good at this time of the year and the trees are so thick, there are areas where you would be lucky to see sunlight even in the afternoon.”

“Ought to be wonderful,” Sam said enthusiastically. “We can scarcely wait to get there.”

“First things first,” said Tim. “Got to have a shower. It’s pretty humid here, huh?”

Sam laughed. “Remember how we used to have showers practically every two or three hours? But yes, I can hardly wait to have one myself.”

“We stayed at Delhi and visited Jaipur during our honeymoon,” Tim said, continuing to keep the conversation alive, though all of this had already been discussed during one of their chats. “Not that we were too concerned about visiting those palaces, as you said!”

“The place to go for a honeymoon is either the beaches at Kerala or at Goa,” Ray told them. “Of course, as you said, and to hell with all those tourist trips. Good hotels, good food, private places along the beach and most of the folks who visit there are generally honeymooners.”

“So tell us about yourself, Ray. You did fill us up on your brief background, but we would like to hear it from you,” Sam said, leaning toward the front seat.

Ray couldn’t help noticing the way her heavy breasts strained against her top and he was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“There isn’t much too tell about me,” he replied rather modestly. “I’m an engineer and do a lot of free lancing. Project management and development. I got a cute wife and a couple of wonderful kids. Freelancing has one benefit. You are your own boss.”

“How old are the kids?” Sam queried.

“The danger age,” Ray laughed. “He’s nineteen and she is sixteen. It’s that age when their questions and demands are quite hard to answer and fulfill.”

They started a discussion on today’s kids and the inevitable comparisons of the time that they were kids themselves.

* * * * * *

The ‘cottage’ was basically two large adjacent bedrooms, with an interconnecting door, in which you entered through a small common sitting area. The one that Ray chose was set off about half a kilometer away from the main area and was quite remote. In fact, they had to walk for almost ten minutes to reach the cottage. “It’s really quite good, you know,” remarked Tim. “It’s so very quiet and so far off, away from the crowd.”

“Yes,” added Sam. “And also quite close to the river and in the middle of a mini-jungle!”

“Not to worry,” Ray assured them. “Luckily, they have room service and though it takes quite awhile to get service, you will find that it’s reasonably good.”

Each of the two bedrooms had large 4-poster beds in the middle, a few old cupboards against one wall and a door at the opposite end that led to the bathrooms. The bathrooms weren’t luxurious. There was no tub; instead, there were four showers at the center. Apparently, there were times, Ray told them, when the force of the water was too less and that was the reason the owners had put up so many of them in one place. There was a rather large writing desk and four cane chairs at one corner of the bedroom. The sitting area had a low divan at one end and a high and narrow single bed stood a small distance off. Three overstuffed chairs and an octagonal centerpiece surrounded the bed. The two rooms had two ancient ceiling fans, one each. The roof was slanting and was rather crude in that it was made of semi-circular red tiles. All in all, like Ray had said, rustic and quiet and remote.

* * * * * *

SHOWTIME

Tim was tied to the chair in the bedroom, tied securely by a nylon rope that the man had produced from under the bed. Tim was buck-naked. His spread-eagled legs were fastened to the base while his hands were secured to the arms of the chair. A tape was stuck across his mouth.

Sam was trussed up on the bed. Her hands were pulled up over and behind her head and tied together at the center of the bed. Her legs were spread wide apart and two strips of nylon ropes secured them to the opposite posts of the bed. Sam was stripped naked. She had a kerchief protruding from her mouth. Her shoulder length blonde hair, fanned out under her head on the pillow.

The couple realized that they had been tied up only after they woke up from their drug-induced sleep. The man had previously slipped enough sleeping tablets, powdered of course, in their drinks and it had taken all of twenty minutes for them to be knocked out after which the man had set off about his task of stripping them off their clothes and tying them up.

Tim woke up from the slumber first, his eyes widening as he took in the scene around him. He tried to shout and realized that his mouth was taped. He looked across at his wife trussed up on the bed.

The man was nowhere in sight. In fact, he was in the sitting room, peering through the door to ensure that both were awake when he made his entry.

The man made sure that the couple was wide-awake and casually pulled out his trousers, revealing shorts. There was a prominent bulge between his legs. He also pulled off his t-shirt. He was scrawny and very slightly built. He picked up a small bottle filled up with a yellowish fluid and than made a casual entry into the bedroom.

“Awake?” he asked, smirking at the helpless couple.

Tim struggled in the chair and Sam tried to pull her arms away from the knot above her head. Both made futile efforts to speak.

“Easy, easy,” the man taunted, walking up to Tim, but his eyes on Sam’s voluptuous naked body.

“Jeeze, lookatit tits!” he muttered. “All the way driving up here, I am looking at those jugs bouncing under the t-shirt and hoping the t-shirt would have been flimsier! Had to rip that tight top off, so sorry, baby! But the fucking top was so tight it seemed it was kind of glued on if you get what I mean. Wasn’t very surprised you weren’t wearing any bra inside. Your tits don’t need any. Meant for the whole world to know, huh? I thought I had a good hard-on just watching your boobs while driving down here and checking into this cottage, but tell you what, one look at them naked titties and god, I thought my dick was going to shoot all over!”

Tim struggled even more furiously and the man now looked at him and grinned, revealing his teeth. “Don’t do that, Tim. Was in the military school and they teach you how to tie a mean knot. More you struggle, tighter it gets and who knows, you might just cut your wrists – that’s nylon for you. By the way, I wonder who the fuck is Ray! Jesus, you believe everything, don’t you? Internet’s a cool way to fool most people for most times.”

The man stared at the couple, his eyes glittering manically. Most of the time, he had his eyes on the helpless woman tied to the bed.

“Shaved pussy, eh? That hole looks real mouth watering bitch. Let me tell you slut, I love eating pussy. Never had a taste of white cunt!”

The man chuckled. He extended the small bottle towards Tim.

“Know what’s in this, pal?” he asked, continuing to grin. “How thoughtless of me! Even if you did, you wouldn’t be able to say so, huh? I mean I got that tape sticking to your mouth real tight, huh? Well, folks, I’m very soon going to pull out those mouth-shutters. You know why? I want to hear the two of you. No fun if you don’t hear anything when you are fucking, huh? Besides, you know that this cottage is almost a mile off from the rest and you scream and shout no one’s going to hear you.”

They realized that he was speaking the truth. They now knew why the man had insisted that they occupy the remotest cottage. They did have to walk almost a mile from the edge of the other cottages and had nodded enthusiastically when the man had told them that they would be better off so far from the rest.

“You feel real peaceful like, you know?” he had said.

“Well, what’s this?” the man was speaking again. He had a baritone voice, low and husky and his English was without any hint of accent. He looked lovingly at the bottle.

“This here is highly concentrated acid. They use it in labs, you know. Look what it can do.”

The man picked up a stainless steel spoon off the writing desk. He upended the bottle and allowed a tiny drop of the liquid to seep from the orifice of the cap. There was a hiss and a lot of smoke accompanying the strong odor.

The man straightened the bottle and turned the spoon sideways to show them the tiny hole gaping in it. He laughed delightedly.

“See? If this fucking thing can make a hole in this fucking spoon, just think what it will do on fucking human skin!”

Excellent vocabulary, Tim thought resignedly.

Almost as if the man had read Tim’s thoughts, he said, “Pardon the French, but tell you what, I love that kinda language.”

The man hooked the second chair with his feet and pulled it towards him. He planted one foot on it and set the spoon on the desk again. He disappeared into the bathroom and Tim stared at Sam’s frightened eyes when they heard him moving inside.

The man appeared again, this time sans the bottle. He grinned.

“Got plenty of these bottles hidden in a million places in this fucking room. Places that you wouldn’t be able to find. Just like I hid this one as well.”

Sam shivered. Why did he have to hide the bottles?

“Outside,” the man continued, jerking his head at the door. “Outside are four of my closest pals. They are guarding us, sort of making sure we will not be interrupted. That’s not just additional insurance against the possibility of any accidents during our performance. Because,” he laughed harshly, “They are just as eager to get a shot at your white pussy, Sam! But I did convince them that it was important for me to go in first so I could sort of lay down the ground rules. So, I’m going to free the two of you, eventually. Wouldn’t like to fuck a broad who can’t move and do things to me as well, you dig? My pals outside will massacre you if they see you without me and moreover, even if you try, there are these bottles that I could find and fling it all over your mugs, get me?”

Tim was staring at the man and glanced at his wife helplessly. That she was naked didn’t help any. Sam was a really sexy, voluptuous woman and looking at her even under such diverse circumstances, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge running through him.

Tim and Sam had a very adventurous outlook at life, especially their sex life. Both were inhibited and ready to experiment, but what the hell did this man know? Even though a lot of secrets had been traded during the chats, there were a lot more that were left unsaid. Tim recalled the various times during their love-making that he and Sam had whispered their fantasy of her being ravaged by a group of strangers. Was she remembering them? Tim wondered if this was going to change the two of them. Fantasizing was one thing, but actually experiencing it at some faraway land was quite another. All Tim could think at this moment was how the hell they could get away from this weirdo.

Fuck, he thought. What kind of a guide had he picked up for them? Being on their own would have been better, he concluded. That this sick guy wanted to rape Sam was evident.

If the man really was speaking the truth (he was, about the acid: the spoon was proof enough) about his friends outside, they were sunk.

“Let me tell you something, Sam,” the man spoke, sitting down on the chair that he had recently yanked towards him. He was facing the bed and Tim was to his right.

“I always wanted to make it with a white woman. When I saw you, believe me, I been having this awful hard on all the time.”

Casually, as if he was glancing at his watch, the man unzipped his trousers and drew his thick and hard penis outside.
Her eyes went wide when she saw his naked penis. Not that it was very long, nor was it very thick. But it was definitely very hard. Unlike Tim’s, it was uncut and the head was swollen and from here, it looked as though it was throbbing.

Just as casually, the man pulled the loose skin of his penis up and then pushed it down to reveal the angry looking reddish tip.

“See, what you done to my cock?” he asked, looking at her. Rather, she realized, he was staring at her horribly open vagina. His eyes traveled upwards and took in her rising and falling breasts.

“Let me tell you folks one thing,” he continued in his casual tone. “My country women are just as good, if not better in the tits and ass department. I’ve had women with far bigger and shapely tits and cunts so tight you’d feel they wanted to snap your prick off. But the sight of a colored cock inside a white pussy and on white skin, boy, that will be great, huh Tim?”

Tim was red-faced, still struggling with the bonds that held him to the chair. Though the sight of his wife, naked, splayed and tied to the bed had, to a large extent, aroused him, the situation wasn’t exactly conducive for him to feel like shaking hands with the sick man.

“Sooner or later I’ve got to free at least Sam. I mean, free her from those nylon ropes. Guess why?” the man laughed brusquely. “I’ve already said I’m going to free the two of you off those bonds eventually, but it’s got to be Sam first. Especially that little gag in her mouth because otherwise how in hell is she supposed to slide those luscious, thick red lips up and down my cock?” he chortled jovially.

He stared at the couple and Tim admitted that the man had eyes more for Sam than for him. Sam had quit wriggling, reckoning that there wasn’t much to be achieved by doing it: the man was right, the more she struggled, the harder did those ropes seem to get around her wrists and ankles.

“Besides,” the man’s voice had now become husky and strangled. “Besides, I want you to bend down over me when you suck my cock, Sam. Go down on your pretty knees and suck it. I want you to bob your head up and down, back and forth. And all this means that you will have to be unrestrained and free to move.”

The man rose, still fondling his penis gently and walked slowly over to the bed. Sam cringed when he sat down beside her head. He was so close that she could smell that musky odor coming off his genitals.

“When I finally stripped you and tied you up, I was so horny Sam, that I just had to jerk off.” Her eyes widened and she tried hard not to stare at his erection. “Push, pull, push, pull and whoosh! Sorry Sam, but I came in your top. Didn’t want to come over your face and tits or inside your mouth while you were still knocked out. It isn’t fun that way, you know. I would also like Tim here to watch it when I finally do that. Wouldn’t you like to, Tim?”

Tim froze. He knew that it was pointless to struggle or even try to think of a way to get away from this punk. He knew that the man wasn’t kidding when he had said that he wouldn’t hesitate to use the acid or about his men hovering outside the cottage. What he couldn’t understand was why the acid at all? The man could simply let a couple of his men in the room, free Sam and have his way with her.

The man seemed to read Tim’s thoughts.

“I want to fuck Sam all over before I let my guys see her like this. She tries any tricks after I untie her and believe me, I’ll find one of the acid bottles and let it sprinkle all over her face. And trust me, no plastic surgeon in this world is going to get those deep pock marks and scalded skin off!”

The man paused. “Let me also tell you another thing. I don’t like repeating myself. When I ask a question, your answers are going to be either yes or no. When you can’t speak because of the gags, you nod for yes and shake your head for no, understand? If you irritate me, I’ll begin by burning one finger at a time, starting with Tim. Maybe I’ll let a few drops dribble onto his dick as well.”

Tim shuddered. That would be horrible, he thought.

“Now,” the man spoke, his hands reaching over to the gag he had stuffed inside Sam’s mouth. “I’m going to pull this gag out of your pretty mouth, Sam. I think you have heard what I wanted to tell you. There wasn’t any point in trying to tell you all this if I had allowed you to interfere with your comments and hence that bit of discomfort.”

Slowly, he began to pull the cloth out of her mouth. “Remember, no screaming, no shouting, no abusing, okay?”

She stared at him, frightened out of her wits.

“Remember?” his voice hardened.

Hurriedly, she nodded.

“Ah, that’s good,” the man chuckled, finally pulling the gag all the way out. She took a deep breath, trying not to shout.

“W-what d-do y-you want?” she stammered.

The man laughed as if this was some kind of a big joke. “Hey, don’t make me believe that all blonds ARE dumb. Here I am, telling you what is going to happen and the first thing you ask after I take off that gag is the dumbest fucking question you could ever think of. You disappoint me, Sam.” His voice abruptly hardened as he threw the gag to the floor. “What do you think I want, you fucking slut? I want to fuck you all over. I want to fuck your mouth, your tits, your cunt and yes, maybe your ass as well. Who the fuck can say?”

She shuddered, merely staring at him for a long time before glancing at her husband, who was trussed up on the chair.

“And guess what, bitch? You are going to cooperate. When I stick my cock inside your mouth, you are going to suck on it like you’d suck a goddamn lollypop, see? When I shove it inside your pussy, you are going to milk it with those cunt muscles of yours. Later on, my beautiful little white whore, I’m going to ask you some real personal questions with Tim out of hearing distance. I’m going to ask those same questions to Tim and if there’s any difference, I’m going to really hurt the two of you. I like to hear private things, if you get me, huh? A girlfriend thought I was a sick pervert wanting to hear all those kinds of things until she too got hooked to it. Maybe, I’ll begin by ramming a iron spike lying outside up Tim’s ass and then up your pussy.”

Sam noticed that the man’s eyes were glittering: strange savage and wild and he really seemed to be dead serious.

Suddenly, he chuckled, casually reaching out with one hand to cup one naked breast. She shivered at the touch, trying to instinctively back away, realizing there was no place to go. He didn’t squeeze her breast, neither did he fondle or caress it. He merely put his hand over it, his palm also grazing the nipple.

“Don’t!” his words lashed out and she froze. “I wasn’t fucking around when I said I want you to obey. You do that again and you will regret it, okay?”

She stared at him; eyes round with fear.

“Okay?”

Hurriedly, she nodded.

“You can talk, can’t you?”

“Y-yes,” her voice was hoarse. Her throat was dry and parched.

Gently, he increased the pressure on her breast, releasing it and squeezing again. “God, but your tits are big and firm!”

His touch was surprisingly gentle and his hand was soft and dry. She would have thought it would be sweaty given the circumstances.

The man glanced at Tim who was glaring at them. “Lucky dog! You get to play around with these jugs whenever you want, huh? You like watching this, Tim? Like the contrast of the color? White tits, brown hand and oh, that rosy pink nipple! You got a hard on, Tim?”

The man slipped his hand down over the breast and pushed it up. “Let me see if you can get your tongue to lick the nipple, bitch.”

He pushed the breast way up and it mashed against her chin.

“Now, all you got to do is push that tongue of yours outside your mouth and lick the nipple, slut.”

She didn’t want him to repeat the question again. She knew that she could easily do what he wanted her to. Too many times in the past she had done it; Tim loved to watch her make love to her own breasts. She flicked out her pink tongue tentatively and let the tip touch the nipple.

“Wow! I love that! I always maintain that a woman’s got to have tits that she can lick herself! Go on, you white bitch, lick it. Lick it up!”

He turned slightly towards her and she was suddenly aware that his rock hard penis, still sticking out of his fly, was grazing against her waist. The tip felt hot and wet against her skin.

He now grasped both her breasts and this time he began to cup and maul them, pushing them both towards her face.

“Your head isn’t tied up, bitch. You could easily bend down and suck your tits, couldn’t you?”

Sam did.

“Both the tits, you little sexy whore!”

She complied immediately, letting her tongue run over the smooth swell of her bosom.

“Don’t forget the nipples. They are more important, you know.”

She licked the nipples.

He pressed his throbbing manhood into her waist and began to undulate his body back and forth.

“I feel like spraying my milk all over your stomach, slut. Just watching you suck your tits is getting me off. But hey, plenty of time for that, huh? You like to kiss, baby?”

Frightened out of her mind by now, she nodded.

“Yippee! That’s so good. I like kissing, you know. All those fuck films I get to see on the DVD rarely show those sluts kissing for real. Nothing but tonguing and that’s not so hot. You got to really, really kiss! Open your mouth!”

She drew back from her breasts, no longer looking at her husband, unable to see the look in his eyes. She opened her mouth.

“Wider, you bitch, open it wide. Pretend I’m your fucking dentist.”

She stretched her mouth wide open till she thought her jaw would split open.

Holding on to her round breasts, he bent down and put his mouth squarely on top of hers. She felt his tongue sliding inside, sweeping over the roof of her mouth and clashing against her tongue. His lips were soft – almost like those of a woman’s – but insistent.

He backed away and glared at her. “Is this how you kiss your men, slut? Didn’t you know that you have to suck on the tongue? Like you would suck on a fucking dick?”

He bent down again and placed his mouth over hers and this time she sucked on his tongue. He slid his tongue deeper inside her mouth and she could feel the velvety tip probe her tonsils.

Tim watched dumbly from the chair. He could see Sam’s cheeks working furiously as she sucked on the creep’s tongue and suddenly, the man began raising his mouth up and down over Sam’s face, as if he was actually making love to her mouth. Which, Tim supposed, he really was.

After almost three minutes of this, the man finally backed away, breathing deeply. During this time, he was kneading her large breasts, pushing them together and then pulling them apart. Even after he ended the kiss, he continued fondling her breasts.

“There,” the man sighed, smacking his lips together. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? Hey Tim, you lucky dog, but your wife kisses really mean. She sucks tongue like it would be my cock, which pretty soon, she will. Yeah, my sweet little whore, you kiss real good.”

He pulled his hands away from her breasts and now grasped her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, squeezing them and rubbing his fingers together. She shuddered involuntarily, her legs tautening.

“Makes you feel horny, huh?” he whispered. “I know you are going to feel hot, baby…this trick never fails. Your nips are hardening, see?”

He was right, she thought. Her nipples had erected on their own and she blushed. No, she wasn’t feeling horny, but her nipples had always been super sensitive. Tim always said that and she had agreed. In fact, she could orgasm just by having her breasts sucked and nipples licked. Fervently, she hoped that this blatant play of sexuality by this stranger wouldn’t arouse her.

But deep in her mind she knew that eventually, she would be aroused.

From the time she had learned about sex, she had always been eager to explore the thousands of venues that she had come across. She hadn’t been a virgin when she married Tim and neither was he. It was in fact their respective love of sexual experimenting that had drawn and molded them together so cohesively. Breast-play, hell, even caressing her thighs would often be enough for her to have a series of those mini-orgasms.

All the time that this man had been speaking about what he wanted to do to her and what he wanted her to do to him had been quietly arousing the back of her mind. She had ever been raped before and neither had she ever imagined this would happen. But hell, both she and Tim knew just how volatile and sexy they were!

The man glanced at Tim and in a mocking voice said, “Hey Tim, you ever go down on your wife? I bet you do. Just look at that sweet shaven pussy. Didn’t want hair in your mouth when you licked and sucked her cunt, did you?” he chuckled at this thought. “Know what, pal? I love muff diving. Oh yes, I do. I love to lick and suck and bite the clit and fuck my fingers inside the hole. Makes the woman squirm and wriggle and get really hot, you know? Of course you do! Shall we try that, buddy?”

The man slipped his hands down from her breasts to her slightly rounded belly. His fingers made gentle circular movements around the navel, making her gasp involuntarily, again. He laughed gleefully and let his hands slide further downward till he was caressing the insides of her creamy, silken thighs.

“Ooh, such smooth hips! So round and firm! You drive me nuts, bitch!”

She was spread-eagled and horribly open down there and she knew it. Helplessly she felt fingers sliding up and down the lips of her vulva and her legs went rigid.

The man shuffled his body down the bed beside her body till he was now seated near her hips.

She stifled a moan when he gently pried open the thick lips of her vagina with thumb and middle finger.

“Ah, look at that! It’s so goddamn pink! Never seen a cunt so pink before. Like petals of a rose, huh? Shit, but your cunt’s hot!”

She glanced at Tim quickly. He was staring at the man’s fingers that were manipulating her there. He must have felt her eyes on him because he glanced up. She squeezed her eyes closed, wanting to shut out everything.

“I didn’t ask you to close your eyes, whore!” he shouted.

Her eyelids fluttered open and she gazed into his maniacal eyes.

“Yeah, that’s it, my little slut, look at what I’m doing. Always like it when a woman keeps her eyes open, you see? Up and down, ah yes, that’s the way a man’s got to play with these kind of fat cunt lips, see? Let me see now, how’s our little buddy here?”

His finger grazed up her vulva and pressed on her clitoris. She blushed again because it had hardened. She couldn’t help it!

“Ah, the clits hard and erect. Wow, she’s got a clit like a little weenie! Why, I think that maybe you could fuck this inside another slut’s cunt! It’s real big and real hard, Tim. Like I said, you are one lucky dog!”

The man continued to keep the lips of her vagina open with two fingers of one hand and now, he used a finger of the other hand to rub tiny circles right on top of her clitoris.

Involuntarily, her hips bucked up and she whimpered. The man continued to grin, his eyes fixed on the spot between her legs where his hands were so busy. He caressed, rubbed, pressed and pinched the hard bud and pried the lips open as wide as he could.

His manhood was now pressed up against her naked thigh and she was aware that he was pushing his hips back and forth, up and down, masturbating his thick erection against her skin.

For a moment, she prayed that he would ejaculate and maybe it would be all over. But deep in her mind, she knew it wasn’t going to be so easy. Her mind was screaming for her to ignore his fingers stimulating her clitoris. She tried to think about ugly things and things, which she hoped, would take her mind off the naturally pleasant pangs that coursed through her writhing body. But she admitted that nature had to take course. She found her mind cursing herself for having been so addicted to such stimulation – and she cursed herself for being so wanton.

“Quit struggling, my little slut,” the man chuckled. “It’s inevitable, you know. You might as well have a good time. Look at yourself! You look like a slut in heat! Your legs are stiff; you are practically panting and trying so hard not to moan! Come on, bitch, give yourself a break!”

Tim felt a growl emanating from deep within his throat and despite of the tape across his lips, he uttered a strange guttural cry. The man looked at Tim in surprise.

“Hey man, you can say something, uh? Maybe I should have pushed a kerchief in your throat as well instead of just taping you. Be patient, you horny bastard! You are going to have a show of your life, and tell you what? If I am happy, maybe I will pull off the tape and allow your slut wife to jerk you off.” He laughed delightedly, glancing between Tim’s outstretched legs.

“Hey Tim, you got a hard on, pal!”

Tim reddened. He had been aware that he was indeed getting an erection. But he couldn’t tell the man that it was not from watching what was done to Sam but rather watching his wife’s lovely naked body. The sight of a naked Sam, especially when she would suck on her own breasts and the sight of her naked vagina never failed to arouse him. Tim was aware that he should have felt anger. He was feeling pretty angry, but the sight of his naked wife was sending other signals to his penis as well.

The man now began to probe her vaginal opening with his middle finger. He was quite gentle about it, thought Sam, who had expected him to shove the finger all the way in instead of what he was doing now. He let the tip of his finger caress the opening and then, very slowly, began to slide it inside.

“Wow, bitch, you are wet!” he exclaimed, pulling out the finger before it was even a quarter of its length inside. He rubbed the opening, not quitting the to and fro movements of the other finger on her clitoris.

“Hot, hot, hot! You are hot, huh?” he asked, looking up into her eyes.

She was afraid to close her eyes lest he resort to the methods he had so graphically described he would adopt if she would do so. Too, she was also scared to lock her eyes into his – her lustful feelings were there for anyone to see.

“Huh?” he prompted, just that bit of steel in his voice, letting his finger pause when it was about halfway inside her opening. He pinched her clitoris and she bucked her hips up again.

“Y-yes,” she answered bashfully.

“See what I mean, Sam? You are a hell of a sexy bitch and this isn’t going to disgust you. Just imagine that it’s my cock trying to push inside your wet cunt!”

From his chair, Tim managed to let out a grunt. The man glanced at him again. “Feeling left out, buddy? Want to sample your wife’s wares? Want to join me here?”

All of a sudden and without warning, the man pushed his finger all the way inside her vulva.

“Hmmmpphhh!” she groaned and her hips rose off the bed as if wanting to pull that finger deeper inside her.

His other fingers slid off her clitoris and she felt them trail over her mound, over the rounded belly till his hand had captured her left breast. He pulled his finger out of her opening, at the same time, squeezing powerfully on her breast.
“Ugghhh!” she cried out again.

“I take it you are loving this thing, slut,” the man chuckled. “This, you will like better. Watch, Tim.”

The man now began a slow in and out movement of his finger inside her vagina. The movements were accompanied by rather loud and squishy sounds and Tim knew that his wife had indeed become wet there. Despite the situation, Tim couldn’t help but feel his own penis stiffening. It made him feel ashamed. No, he thought desperately. This can’t be happening. But it was true: his penis was definitely erecting.

The man laughed harshly. “There you go, Tim. It’s natural pal. A nice beautiful white bitch fucked with long brown fingers! Look at it. In and out, in and out, ah, yes sir, her cunt is tight and oh shit, it feels like she wants to snap my finger inside!”

Sam’s mouth had opened involuntarily. Quickly, the man slid his hand off her breast and pushed a wet finger inside her mouth.

“Suck that finger, bitch, and taste your cunt there. Ah yes, see? Now, would you blame me for this? You know how sweet you taste, right?”

He continued to push in and pull out his fingers inside her vagina and her mouth simultaneously, gradually increasing the depth of the stroke as well as the pace.

“That’s it, slut, suck on my fingers with your cunt and your mouth, ah yes, like that, bitch! Imagine it’s my cock fucking your whore pussy and another dark cock sliding in and out of your mouth. Getting hornier, whore? We shall soon make that real, you know. You will get to know what it is like with a lot of dark cocks surrounding you and inside you. You would like having one fucking your mouth, another pumping in and out of your pussy and get to jerk off on another pair of them, huh? Maybe we’ll let another fuck you up your ass at the same time and another fucking your big tits.”

Both, his obscene conversation (not that she hadn’t experienced dirty talking before in her life – she and Tim adored it) as well as the steady plunging movements of his fingers was making her giddy. Without realizing it, she was responding by raising and lowering her buttocks and now, she had added a slight, but nevertheless quite noticeable up and down movement of her head.

She had not closed her eyes out of fear and suddenly she realized that given a chance, she wouldn’t like to close them at all. The sight of the man’s finger plunging in and out of her insides (she could clearly see it) was exciting her and strangely, she felt the fear resolving. She felt ashamed at these thoughts. Was she depriving Tim? Was she cheating on him? But, she reasoned, hadn’t they involved themselves into such scenarios during their role-playing? She vividly recalled how she liked to hear Tim muttering to an imaginary friend to “fuck her pussy from behind, pal, faster, faster” while she, on her fours would suck on his (Tim’s) erect member.

Would Tim also be feeling the same way? She glanced at her husband squirming on the chair and her eyes took in his erection. He was excited, no doubt. But was it her horribly open and naked body the reason of his arousal? Or was it the situation where he had to watch a stranger raping – yes, raping her that was getting Tim excited?

She vaguely remembered an instance that they had experienced once long ago, just after their marriage. Tim had stood above her head, his legs planted on either side of the couch, sliding his penis in and out of her mouth and at the same time stuffing a rather large and realistic looking dildo to do it to her down there.

“Look at your pansy husband, baby,” Tim had said in a theatrically hoarse voice. “Look at that piece of shit watching us gang banging you. Suck that dick harder, yes, and hey Mike, fuck that cock inside her faster!”

They had had a good laugh over it after they had climaxed.

But never before had they fantasized about her being raped. She had always been a willing partner in those wild scenarios and this was the first time they were experiencing rape with a man they scarcely knew.

Now, this stranger had a finger inside her vagina and another inside her mouth. He was plunging them in and out of the openings and was encouraging her to speed it up, take it deeper. He was talking about bringing in other friends of his whom he said were waiting outside. Friends who would not take turns one after another, but do it simultaneously as well.

“Oh yes, you little piece of white trash,” the man murmured, pulling his finger out of her mouth and rubbing the saliva-coated digit over her nose and her forehead. He continued with the rapid, rhythmic thrusts of the other finger inside her vagina. “You will lie on your back on one guy with his cock buried deep inside your ass. Another will lie across you with his cock drilling your pussy. The third will fuck your mouth and don’t ask me how; another will be pumping his dick back and forth between your whore tits. And to complete the picture, you will jerk off on two other dicks. Imagine, bitch, six brown guys all at once! And they will shoot their spunk all over your white body.”

Her eyes held Tim’s and she could see the confused look there. Was there another strange look there as well? The one he often gave her when he was aroused and wanted to have his way with her urgently?

The man now carried his hand from her face to his pants. He unbuckled it. For a moment, she couldn’t see his penis when he let the pants fall down over his legs and to the floor.

Not surprisingly, the man wore nothing under his pants and his throbbing manhood sprang out, completely naked and unencumbered by any cover. His testicles looked larger now that they swung outside completely.

“In and out, in and out,” the man continued to chant, plunging his finger in time with his cries that were now sounding almost furious. “Jesus, but you have a hell of a tight cunt, bitch! What’s the problem? You look like someone who has had more than a fair share of cocks and I figure you should have been looser down here.”

The man now began to rub his thumb over her clitoris even as his finger moved in and out of her without interruption.

Unconsciously, her back arched up off the bed and surprised, she realized that she was on the verge of an orgasm. She suddenly heard an animal like sound and realized that it was coming from the back of her throat. Her eyes riveted on to Tim’s and his mouth was wide open, a look of complete astonishment on his face.

Too, she noticed that her husband was fully erect!

Just as suddenly, the man pulled his finger out of her vagina. There was a soft ‘plop’ when he did that and she moaned, almost in disappointment.

The man laughed harshly, one fist wrapped around his penis, gently moving the hard cylinder of flesh up and down, peeling the foreskin back till the angry red tip was exposed and then pulling the skin back up to cover it.

“Want me to fuck your cunt with my finger, huh?”

She was breathing hard, her large breasts rising and falling with the effort. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes looked lost. A film of sweat glistened on top of her forehead. Her body was as taut as a stretched-out bowstring.

“Well bitch, I asked you a question.”

She nodded dumbly, hoping that Tim would realize that she had no other option but to agree with this man. Part of her was disgusted at this complete humiliation and the other part wanted the assault to continue to its inevitable end: that end where she would orgasm.

“I didn’t hear you,” he said, bringing his finger, now smeared with her vaginal juices to her lips.

“Y-yes,” she panted.

He rubbed the juice-smeared finger across her lips.

“Yes, what?” he questioned.

“D-do I-it,” she stammered, glancing at Tim.

He pushed the finger in her mouth and reflexively, she sucked on it, tasting herself.

“Do what, bitch?” he repeated.

He was standing by the bed, beside her waist, with Tim behind him at an angle so he could watch.

“Y-your f-fin-finger…” her voice trailed.

“Excuse me, but at this point of time you are sort of trying to suck it.”

“The o-other o-one,” she croaked.

The man chuckled, releasing his penis and stretching the fingers of that hand. “You mean the one that was just fucking your pussy?”

“Y-yes.”

“What about it?”

“Put it back t-there, p-pl-please.” She hoped she didn’t sound like she was begging, when she knew that in fact, she really was. God, she thought, this is disgusting! Why did she have to be like that? Why couldn’t she have remained cold like a fish and ignore the stimulation that he had given her and was still giving her. His finger, moving in and out of her mouth, was a gesture that she found highly erotic.

The man chuckled. “You are confusing me, slut,” he said. “Put my finger back where?”

He knew he wanted her to say it. She wanted to show Tim that she wasn’t ready to submit to that; at least not just now.

“Inside m-me,” she told the man.

“But my finger is already inside your mouth, see?” He rubbed the fingertip over the roof of her mouth, pulled it out and rubbed it across her lush lips.

“N-no, that f-finger, in-inside here,” she blushed when she thrust her hips up the bed, indicating exactly where she wanted it.

“Inside your slut cunt?” he taunted.

“Y-yes,” she whispered, trying hard not to look at Tim.

“Well then, say so.”

The man waited, now leaning forward to grasp her round breasts with his hands, in the process, his penis brushing one side of her belly.

“Well?” his voice hardened.

“Please put your finger inside my – uh – p-pussy,” she murmured faintly.

“Say cunt,” he chuckled. “I like it better than pussy.”

“Please p-put your f-finger inside my c-cunt!”

“Attagirl!” the man said, swiftly lowering one hand from her luscious breast and sliding a finger inside her open vaginal lips.

“Now what?” he asked, letting his finger pause when it was embedded deep inside the opening.

She had gasped when he had so swiftly violated her again. She was trying hard not to close her eyes and she had to bend her head down to watch his hand.

“F-fuck my p-uh-cunt with it,” she implored. This time she ignored Tim.

The man laughed out loud and began stroking his finger in and out of her again. Amazingly, he maintained the same rhythm that he had previously set.

“That’s more like it, bitch. Didn’t I say we could yet have a great time together if we cooperate with each other?”

“Uggh, agghhh, hmmmm, ahhhh…”

“Ah yes,” the man chortled. “I kind of like to hear that kind of language. Maybe it’s a mix of Latin and Greek, but who the hell gives a fuck? Go at it, bitch!”

“Ooohhhh, ahhhhh, hmmmm…”

He twisted his finger around, keeping up the tempo. He squeezed her breast almost cruelly with his other hand and flattened his penis against the side of her voluptuous body.

“Oh shit, oh shit,” he grunted, for the first time, showing some emotion other than cruelty. “I wanted to fuck this cunt with my fingers so bad, it hurt. First with the fingers, I was telling myself when we were driving over here, and then, with my tongue and finally with this cock! You’d like that, huh?”

Sam nodded instantly. She knew she couldn’t pretend not to have been affected with all this and a voice inside her head said, ‘To hell with Tim’.

The man shuffled to one side, keeping his body bent at the waist so that his finger wouldn’t disconnect from her hot opening. He was almost sort of doubled over by the time he was standing right beside her head.

She smelt his penis again; it was so close to her now. The man had an incredible sense of timing because he had kept up with the rhythm of his pumping finger even as he re-positioned himself.

“All you got to do now, slut, is turn your head towards my cock and open your mouth, see?”

She hesitated, for just a fraction of a second. Studiously, she ignored her husband and did as the man had instructed her to. She turned her head to the right. She didn’t have to open her mouth because after he had thrust his finger back inside her, it had opened on its own.

His finger pumping inside her, one hand kneading her oversized breast, the man pushed his hips forward till his knees came up half way on the bed.

Finally, his penis slid inside her mouth.

“Aaahhh,” the man sighed when she closed her lips around the pulsating cylinder. She could taste the pre cum and as she had always done in her life before, she allowed her tongue to sweep over the part of his penis that was inside her mouth.

She wasn’t much into measurement, but she guessed she had at least half of his penis inside her mouth and that meant that roughly three plus inches of it still remained outside.

Whatever length of it was inside, she was aware that it was quite thick. Unconsciously, she found herself comparing the size, the feel and the taste of this penis with that of Tim’s.

This seemed to be more alive, she concluded. She had closed her eyes when he had thrust his penis into her mouth and now she opened it and found herself staring at his flat belly.

He wasn’t much of a man, she thought. He was almost thin to the point of looking malnourished, but strangely, that was the last thing she cared about. He was an expert; at least whatever he had done to her with his fingers had proved that point.

“Oh yes,” he hissed, and now, the pace with which he was thrusting his finger inside her, increased. He twisted his head and stared at the sight of his penis sliding in and out of her mouth.

“Suck that dark meat, slut, oh yes, slide those pink and red lips up and down my cock, ah yes, you suck good! Faster, bitch, faster, as fast as my finger is fucking your cunt, see? Feel how fast it is fucking you? Ah yes, and just as deep, you white piece of trash, just as deep as my finger. See how deep it is going inside your pussy? The entire finger, see? The whole, entire fucking finger!”

Her hips bucked up off the bed and Tim, watching from the chair, felt a twinge of jealousy; it seemed that his wife was enjoying it, almost as if she wanted that bloody finger deeper inside of her and to go even faster than it was going, which, he thought would be impossible. The man had set up a furious rhythm.

Sam’s hips jerked back, her buttocks hitting the bed every time that the man jammed his finger inside her wide-open vagina. She struggled to match the rhythm of his thrusting finger by increasing the pace of the sliding movements of her lips up and down his throbbing member.

The man grasped her breast and squeezed it and then seized the nipple between his fingers, rolling it around, twisting and pinching it.

An involuntary moan from her seemed to only excite him further, so much so that he pulled his penis outside her mouth and contended himself by rubbing the wet tip of it across her swollen lips. She let out what seemed to be a disappointed sigh as he dragged the tip of his penis down her chin and on to the breast he wasn’t kneading.

“Ah yes, feel my cock rubbing your tits?” he asked. “Oh shit, look at that, will you, Tim? Doesn’t that dark cock look so sexy rubbing those white tits? I wish I could shove that tip of the nip up that slit of my cock!”

The man actually tried it out by pushing his penis against the nipple while his other hand went back to squeezing her other breast. He shuffled, slid the rock hard penis back into her mouth, rocked his hips back and forth and then suddenly slammed his hips forward till she gagged, feeling the tip lodge itself in the back of her throat.

“Well, what do you know?” the man gasped, pausing. “This bitch wife of yours can actually take my cock in her throat! Oh yeah, slut, milk my cock with your throat, ah yes, like that! This has surely got to be one of the best goddamn blowjob I’ve had in my life, Tim! You got talent, honey, I’ll say that much for you! Now, let me fuck that mouth of yours, ah, ah, ah!”

He began pumping back and forth, back and forth, groaning and grunting. Tim could also hear his wife moaning. He felt the bile rising up his throat, unable to believe that Sam would actually be liking the things that this stranger was doing to her. Part of him wanted to wrap his hands around the man’s throat and the other subconscious part sent the inevitable signal to his penis. He didn’t know whether the sight of the man making it out with Sam should make him angry or turn him on.

He suspected that Sam was getting excited. It was quite obvious that she was turned on: the fact that her hips were bucking up and down against the man’s finger and that animal-like growl that she was making deep in her throat, proved it.

His mind went through their various fantasies they used while making love. He knew that Sam loved those fantasies where he had pretended that there were more than two men making love to her just as he himself loved it when they involved two or more women during their role-playing.

Added to it, he knew that both of them were quite open, inventive and crazy about sex.

But, rape? That it was actually happening was unbelievable. And if what the man was saying about getting his friends to join in later on was true, Tim knew that they were in for a nightmare.

“I love your hairless pussy,” the man panted. “I think I should reciprocate as well. I’m sure if I eat out your cunt, you are going to get more turned on, huh slut?”

The man pulled his penis out of her mouth and walked over to her where her feet were tied to the posts. His penis swayed, glistening with her saliva coated onto it.

He got on the bed on his knees. Her legs were outside his as he crouched low, first reaching out for her breasts.

“Can’t keep my hands off those tits of yours, bitch. Ah, they are really big and firm.”

He bent down and Sam gasped when he blew hot air over her pelvis. Kneading her breasts, he lowered his face between her legs and flicked the tip over her parted vaginal lips, lightly and tentatively. She shuddered and groaned. She glanced helplessly at her husband, her eyes wide with confusion. Surely he would understand?

Up and down his tongue slid over her slit. He did not insert it inside the opening, holding himself back. Her hips once again shot up and off the bed when his tongue slithered over her erect clitoris.

“Like that, whore?” he asked, chuckling before going back to tickling her clitoris with his tongue. She writhed on the bed as he expertly increased both the pressure and the speed of his tongue on her.

“Agghhh…” she cried out when he suddenly thrust a finger inside her wet opening after releasing one of her breasts.

He began to lick her clitoris avidly, keeping up the fast and furious pace of his finger pumping inside her. This time, Sam just had to close her eyes. She had been disgusted at the thought of experiencing being raped, even revolted by the thin, slightly built man. After he had described to them about the acid in those bottles and his friends waiting outside, she had become frightened by him.

What this man was now doing was beyond her comprehension. She had experienced a lot of sex with a lot of partners before settling down with Tim; however, this, she felt, was a totally different experience altogether.
She had expected him to be brutal. All rapists were brutal: they needed to expend their lust and she had never thought that they would be concerned about the hurt and pain, at least the physical part of them, that they caused to their objects of desire. She had read a lot about rapes, seen a lot of them in movies, but she wondered, as the man now replaced his finger inside her opening with his tongue, was this what the man was doing? He seemed to be least bothered about his own fulfillment; indeed, she thought that all he was concerned about was to give her the pleasure, which he was seeking.

The only thing that seemed so crass about him was his language. And she now heard him as he looked up at her from between her legs.

“I bet you are going to come, slut,” he said.

Her eyes flew open and looked into his. He seemed to be mocking her as he dipped his head down and swept the flat of his tongue over her mound. He looked up again and grinned crookedly as he opened the lips of her vagina even further apart with his fingers.

“What a pretty cunt you have!” he said, gazing deeply at her opening. “Not only does it look good, it tastes so beautiful!”

The man twisted his head around to look at Tim. “Right, Tim?”

Tim was going through the most agonizing time of his life. Here he was, thousands of miles away from home with his wife of one year, in a strange cottage at a remote place with a stranger asking him the crudest questions he had ever been asked and doing the crudest things he had ever imagined being done to his lovely wife. What the hell was he supposed to think?

His penis had by now stiffened to what he knew was its maximum proportions and though he would have gladly strangled this crazy man, he couldn’t but feel the blood pumping through him like never before at the sight of his lovely naked wife, so helplessly tied on the bed. And he was now quite sure that Sam was going to have an orgasm. For the first time he began to pity her. He thought about what his reactions would have been like if he had been similarly tied on the bed by a lusty woman and be similarly dealt with.

What if that had happened, he wondered? What if a woman had tied him up and taken his penis in her mouth? The thoughts only succeeded in arousing him further.

The man dipped his head back between Sam’s spread-eagled legs and this time pushed his mouth firmly right on top of her mound. She let out a gasp, following it up with an uncontrollable “Ughhhh!” and shortly thereafter, she almost screamed.

Just as abruptly, the man withdrew and this time Sam definitely moaned her disapproval because she was sure that had he stayed locked up in that position for a few seconds more, she would surely have climaxed.

The man had other ideas. “All fun only for you, little big tit slut? Time for a change, I suppose. Don’t worry, I am going to make you come several times!” He stepped onto the floor and sidled towards her head. Her eyes followed him somewhat dubiously and with just a little spark of fear. Had he finally decided to hurt her?

“You ever tasted your own cunt, bitch?” he asked, back to fondling her heaving breasts. “Suck on this for a while.”

He brought his hand to her face and pushed a wet finger inside her mouth. She realized that it was the finger, which he had used to pump inside her vagina a few moments ago. She could taste herself and almost wanted to tell him that she had tasted her own juices since a long time ago.

Tim knew that too because it was one of the things he liked to do with her. And he knew what she would do. And she did just that.

Without being ordered by the man, Sam’s lips closed around his proffered finger and she unconsciously applied suction on the digit.

“Ah, just as I thought!” the man laughed. “You are a whore, you know, and I knew you would love to lick your juices off my finger! Oh yes, don’t just suck that finger, baby, lick it with your tongue.”

With increasing horror, Tim watched his young wife comply. It was impossible that she was doing this out of fear. She had to be excited, the way she was lapping the finger with her tongue.

“Now,” the man said, pulling his finger out of her mouth. “Keep your mouth wide open, yes, like that. Stick out that tongue, way out, bitch, like you do when the doctor tells you to, oh yes, like that. And don’t close your fucking eyes! I told you I go for kissing in a big way, you whore, and now you are going to taste your juices off my mouth!”

Sam watched the man’s face descending towards hers and so surprised was she by his quick movement that she froze, her mouth wide open and tongue hanging out. His open mouth crushed hers and she felt his tongue pushing roughly into her mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, in effect, thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth just as his finger had recently been doing.

Helplessly, she found herself sucking on his tongue with equal fervor, tasting the musky taste and inhaling the musky smell of her vagina on him. She gulped down a rush of the saliva that he transferred from his mouth to hers as he kissed her with increasing passion.

Tim’s engorged penis throbbed as he watched the almost obscene kiss linger on and on as if the man’s lips were welded to Sam’s. The man slid his body upward at an awkward angle so that he could rub his swollen manhood against her waist and his hands seized her large breasts again, pushing them together.

Finally, the man tore his mouth away, gasping for breath and as he did so, a film of saliva connected his lips with hers. He broke it with a hand and rubbed the fingers across her lips.

“Oh shit, that was so good,” he panted, clambering onto the bed. “And now time for you to return the favor, bitch. No, better still if we do it together. It will inspire you to suck my cock harder!”

Quickly, he knelt over her, his knees on either side of her head and inside her bound hands. He was now facing her feet. He reached down and bent his straining member to direct it to her face. The wet tip of his penis rubbed her cheeks and then her lips.

“Open, open your whore mouth, you cunt! Yes, yes, ahhh, ah, that’s so fucking good! Suck on it now, harder you little slut, harder! Raise that fucking face and take it deeper, you white piece of trash! Ah, yes, that’s my girl, that’s my slut! Talented mouth, I said, oh fuck, yes, go at it, baby, suck, oh yes, suck my cock! Way to go!”

The man grasped her breasts as she raised her face off the bed to obey him, taking a considerable length of his penis inside her mouth. She applied the suction on the throbbing flesh just as she had to his finger while he kneaded her breasts.

“See this Tim?” the man taunted, a strained look nevertheless appearing on his face now; perhaps, Tim thought, the strain of trying to hold back his orgasm. “See that brown dick fucking your white wife’s face? Notice the contrast, pal? I can see that you have…look at your dick, you pansy! You’ve got a hard on watching your slut wife giving head, huh? Just watch how she’s gobbling down my cock! Way too much, man, I got to tell you, you got a fucking amazing slut for a wife! Ah, yes, that’s it, baby, suck my cock, ah yes!”

The sight of his wife sucking so avidly on the stranger’s penis hypnotized Tim. Her mouth was stretched and he could clearly see saliva dribbling out from the corners of her mouth. Back and forth, in and out went the glistening brown shaft. Tim noticed the way Sam alternately hollowed and puffed her cheeks, accentuating the sucking motions. Yes, he admitted to himself. He had an erection, though his mind still refused to accept the possibility of such kind of arousal, which his mind told him was repulsive.

Back in the days when he had dated chicks that didn’t care a damn about who they slept with, he would have perhaps considered, if not enjoyed, this scenario. But this was his wife, his own loving wife!

The man had now begun to maul her breasts, making her cry out, perhaps with pain. His movements had become more frantic and he now occasionally slapped her breasts as they jiggled. He pulled the nipples towards each other as he began to pump his hips up and down, sending his penis deeper and faster into her sucking mouth.

“This is too much, yes, too much! Tell you what, you big tit whore? I’d really like to fuck these tits now. From up here so you can lick my balls and ass when my cock slides between those jugs! Oh yes, I’d like that very much!”

The man pulled his penis out of her mouth and swiftly adjusted himself over her prone body, slipping his penis in the valley of her large breasts. His buttocks hovered over her face as he impatiently pushed her breasts together, wrapping the ample flesh around his turgid member.

“Oh shit, yes!” he cried out thrusting his penis in and out of the tunnel that her breasts formed for it. “This is fucking good, oh yes, always wanted to fuck a white slut’s tits! Oh man, this is so good!”

Tim watched the man’s brown member slide back and forth between his wife’s breasts. Tim had always been proud of Sam’s breasts; so large, yet so firm that they never really needed a bra for support. He had always been entranced by them and could never forget the first time he had held them in his hands.

The man bent down, watching his penis travel back and forth between her breasts. He seemed to be hypnotized by the sight and was further inflamed.

“Fuck, fuck, this is fucking incredible!” he panted. He leaned down and without any warning, plunged his head between her legs.

“Agghhh!” she cried out, her body arching up as though a jolt of electricity had passed through her. Her voice was muffled and Tim could no longer see her face, buried as it was below the man’s thrusting buttocks.

The man no longer wanted to speak now as he settled down licking and sucking her vagina, continuing to thrust his penis between her breasts. He felt the velvety flesh of them enveloping his shaft. His penis was already wet with her saliva and the movement between her breasts was smooth, as smooth as though they were made of silk.

The man gripped her thighs as he feasted on her, no longer bothering to hold her breasts together around his penis. He had realized that her breasts were big and firm enough to grip his shaft and now, he slipped one hand up to her belly. He plunged a finger inside her again as he continued to devour her wet mound.

Sam felt his penis thrusting wildly between her breasts, felt his tongue licking her erect clitoris, felt his finger slamming in and out of her now inflamed vagina. Involuntarily, she ducked her head towards his crotch to take one of his swinging testes in her mouth, sucking on it.

The man groaned aloud, his organ working like a well-oiled piston between her breasts and then he pulled out his finger from her vagina. She wailed, lunging her hips up towards him in an obvious gesture that indicated she was welcoming the intrusion. He did not disappoint her, because this time, he held two of his fingers together and pushed them just as swiftly in the wet opening.

It was quite difficult for him, lying, semi-straddled as he was in the reverse position atop her writhing and twisting body. The thrusting of his penis in her large cleavage was quite in the opposite direction to the in and out movements of his fingers in her vagina. As he thrust his penis forward till his scrotum would brush the top swell of her breasts, his fingers would disappear inside her vulva and he timed it so that his tongue would sweep up her gaping slit. Her head was tilted at an almost unnatural angle as she tried to suck on his testicles, but somehow, Tim noticed that they were managing the situation quite well enough to make it look coordinated and rhythmic.

Her gasps and moans suddenly changed to a long drawn out wail and her legs became rigid. Her body arched up the bed and even though her cries were muffled, Tim realized, with considerable jealousy that his wife was on the verge of her impending orgasm.

The man realized it as well. He hastened his thrusting movements, both, of his buttocks as well as his fingers. His tongue danced up and down the slit of her open vagina and he finally latched his lips onto the erect bud of her clitoris.

“Aahhhh, ugghhh, arrrgghhh, hmmmm, ooooohhhhh,” she whimpered incoherently, twisting the lower body from one side to the other, her tongue flicking the smooth flesh of his hard buttocks.

Her body suddenly flopped down on the bed and she emitted a growl, her head twisting away, breathing hard through her flared nostrils and her open mouth.

She was drained. The climax had overwhelmed her and she felt that her insides had turned to jelly. The exhaustion that replaced her left her limp, almost as though she was lifeless.

The man kept his fingers thrust deeply inside her vulva and raising his head up from between her legs, he now glanced triumphantly at Tim. His face was covered with her juices and his own sweat.

He stopped thrusting his buttocks, his tumescent organ lying still in the valley of her breasts. Tim thought that the man had climaxed as well, but that wasn’t to be.

“Well, well, well,’ the man chortled. “The whore actually came! Look at her, look at that slut! I guess she really needed that, Tim boy! What’s it, pal, never give her head, huh? Never go down on this sweet cunt?”

Tim, his eyes bulging, his penis throbbing uncontrollably, stared back at the man. If only he knew, Tim thought.

Sam always loved this position. The only difference was that he had never thought of sliding his penis in and out between her breasts when he would lie atop her. Instead, he would slide it in her mouth when he tongued her down between her legs. The classic sixty-nine! Oftentimes she liked to be on top because it allowed her to control the length of his shaft that she could accommodate inside her mouth. Moreover, she liked to suck on the top part of his penis more than having him deep inside her mouth.

“I like to bob my head up and down, darling,” she had told him.

But this was something else, Tim thought. He admitted that it was an extremely erotic position. He found himself wanting desperately to do to her what the man had just done.

The man was now clambering off the bed and his organ dangled between his legs as he stood on the floor beside the bed.

“That was great, wasn’t it, Sam? I bet you came in buckets. Do women come in buckets?” he laughed, fondling his penis. “But I guess its time you make me happy. Time for me to spill my come over you; paint your white body with it. Ready, whore?”

She lay gasping, her chest heaving dramatically. She was too weak to acknowledge him; too weak even to move her head.

“I told you I don’t like to ask the same question twice,” he said in a harsh voice and she hurriedly nodded.

“So tell me where do you want me to spill my spunk?”

“W-wherever y-y-you w-want it,” she croaked, studiously avoiding Tim. Now that she was thoroughly satiated, she felt a stab of guilt running through her and she wondered, oh my god, what is this? How would Tim be feeling like now that he had watched the complete and humiliating take over of his wife? A glance at his erect penis told her that Tim was indeed aroused and she wondered if he were to be blamed for his condition. Any other man in his position would be surely similarly affected, she thought, irrespective of the fact that it was his wife who had been violated. And oh god, she realized, the man had not even actually had sex with her so far! It had just been a blatant display of oral and breast sex – he had still to violate her vagina with his penis!

And incredibly, she noticed that the man was still hard as he had been before. In fact, if it were possible, his organ was even more erect and strangely, looked more enormous: longer and thicker.

“I guess I could finish inside your mouth,” the man mused. “Do you like swallowing come?”

She knew what he would like to hear. “Y-yes.”

“Or would you rather that I splatter my spunk all over your lovely slut face and those big whore tits?” he taunted.

“W-whatever t-t-that p-pleases you,” she replied.

“But tell you what, bitch? I loved it most when my cock was fucking your tits. I have know it to be said that women often consider their tits just as another part of their bodies and get no stimulation when a cock fucks between those jugs. As a matter of fact, a lady friend of mine told me once that it was the stimulation of the nipples that sets off women, you know, makes them hot and horny. So it is going to be a paradox for me. Should I fuck your mouth and unload inside it? Or should I fuck your mouth and pull out and splatter my spunk all over your pretty face and those massive jugs? Or, should I just fuck those tits and come there? Problems, problems!”

He pretended to think for a while, stroking his organ slowly, and then, apparently coming to a decision, he walked over to the chair where Tim was trussed up. For one horrible moment, Tim thought that the man would masturbate over his face, but he noticed the man walking behind the chair.

“Poor Tim! He really couldn’t get a good view of my cock fucking your tits, slut! I do think that he deserves a ring side view of the proceedings.”

She realized that the man wanted to put his organ back between her breasts when he uttered the words and glanced at Tim. The man grabbed the back of the chair and maneuvered it to the side of the bed, so close that if he were to free Tim’s hands, her husband could have easily reached out and touched her body.

“That’s better, isn’t it Tim? Now you can see how my cock slides back and forth between your lovely wife’s gorgeous tits. Poor, poor Tim! Just look at his dick straining to pump out his come! I bet one little touch and boom! He will explode!”

Tim knew that it was true. Disgusting as the whole scenario was, Tim was quite over the edge. The sight of the brown penis invading his wife’s ruby-red lips and filling it up, the sight of the man licking her vagina, shoving his fingers in and out of it and finally the sight of his wife shuddering to her inevitable climax as the man worked expertly on her, had brought Tim to the very edge of his orgasm.

Tim watched the man clamber over the bed once again, this time straddling Sam’s belly. The man grasped her breasts once more, fondling the weighty mounds, rubbing the nipples with his fingers.

“Oh yes, what beautiful tits! So soft, so firm, so big and so white! Now you notice Tim the way it contrasts with the color of my cock. Not that you would get to see the whole length because your wife’s huge tits are going to envelope it and bury it completely within them. But I will occasionally pull those tits apart so you can see my cock gliding between them.”

The man crouched low over her prone body and bent his penis to push it between her breasts. He pushed the globes together and it was true, Tim noticed, that his organ disappeared between them.

Immediately, the man began to rock back and forth.

“Ah, what a fuck! This has got to be even better than having my cock up inside a cunt! Mind you, I have still not sampled this slut’s pussy, but all that in time. For now, Tim, see this?”

The man, true to his words, pulled Sam’s breasts apart to expose his organ gliding back and forth in the cleavage. Tim noticed that the loose skin of the man’s organ, not circumcised, pulled back over the shaft to completely cover up the fiery purple head when he rocked his buttocks backward, and when he pushed his organ forward, this skin, by the time the organ was halfway up the cleavage, would peel back to expose the purple head.
“Looks fucking good, huh?” the man panted. Sweat was beginning to pour down from his hairline and fell down on her body. “What about you, slut? Enjoying it, or was my lady friend right?”

The force of his thrusts rocked her body up and down and her head shook from side to side.

“Perhaps I should pay heed to what my friend had told me. Shall we stimulate your nipples as I fuck these tits?”

Without waiting for her reply, the man pulled her nipples up and then pushed them together. He began to tweak them between his fingers, pulling them together till they were rubbing against each other.

“Oh wow, bitch, you really got huge jugs! Look, even the nipples touch each other.”

Tim could no longer see the man’s penis now that it was hidden back inside Sam’s generous cleavage.

“Is it too dry, slut?” the man asked.

Sam had long ago realized that this man liked to talk and she thought that perhaps if she was equally vocal, or at least, replied his every query, he would ejaculate earlier than she suspected he would.

“No, it’s okay, I guess,” she replied, again avoiding her Tim’s eyes.

Sure enough, the man seemed to be pleasantly surprised by her ready answer and quickened his thrusting movements.

“Raise your head up the bed, my white whore,” he gasped, “and place your open mouth in line with my cock.”

Sam knew what he wanted. She had experienced this a lot. Without the hesitation that had been so evident earlier in responding to his orders, she raised her head and willingly opened her mouth.

The man slid his organ up through her cleavage and paused to allow the tip of it enter her mouth. “Give it a quick suck whenever it pops out of your tits and slides in your fucking mouth,” he cried.

Tim was feeling uncomfortably hot in spite of the steady cool air given off by the ancient ceiling fan above them. He was twitching in the chair and despite the horrendous situation that Sam and he were in, he desperately wanted to relieve the tension that had built up inside him.

The man seemed to notice it and let out a peel of laughter. “Feeling horny, Tim? Want to get off? Like the sight of whore wife getting her tits fucked?”

Tim’s eyes were riveted to Sam’s breasts and the man’s organ pushing into her mouth during the up stroke. His own organ had grown to enormous proportions and suddenly his mind went back in the past.

His best buddy Dave was Carolyn’s husband and Carolyn was Sam’s elder sister. Like Sam, Carolyn too was a voluptuous woman and though she was just a couple of years older than Sam, she looked the same age as her sister.

He recalled when during one of those days when he and Dave had got drunk in the local pub, Dave had strongly hinted about swapping. Back in those days, Tim’s marriage had been hardly a month old and they had returned barely a week from their honeymoon.

Dave and he had spoken about their respective honeymoons and Dave had let it slip with an almost innocent remark.

“Hey Tim, tell ya what? Carolyn and Sam look so damned alike, I bet it would not be too difficult for you to imagine that maybe you are in bed with Carolyn and not Sam.”

Dave had laughed drunkenly when he had made this remark but Tim had given it considerable thought. Sam had another gorgeous younger sister, Kelly, and he had often fantasized making it with her.

And sometime after that Dave had grinned lecherously and whispered, “I wouldn’t really mind if I imagine it was Sam in my bed in place of Carolyn! She’s mighty sexy, huh?”

When Dave had made this observation, Tim had found himself looking closer at Carolyn.

If he had gone ahead with it, he thought now, perhaps he would have been ready to willingly help this man and get his own rocks off. Maybe he would have looked at this thing from a totally different perspective.

He also knew that Sam was pretty adventurous and was aware of numerous affairs before their marriage. Hell, he even liked to hear Sam describe some of those episodes in graphic detail whenever they were in the mood while making love. In turn, he would also reveal his own affairs that he used to have before he had met Sam.

“Look Tim,” the man said, continuing to thrust his organ back and forth between Sam’s breasts. Sam hadn’t closed her eyes and was watching the man’s organ, careful to apply that quick suctioning pull whenever it entered her mouth. There was liberal amount of pre cum and also her own saliva coated all over his shaft and it was now gliding smoothly in the valley created by her bunched up breasts.

Tim continued staring and wondering about what he had been thinking about. Here was his wife getting raped and he was thinking about Dave and Carolyn and Dave’s subtle proposition of a wife swap.

As the man rocked back and forth, he looked down at the sight of his organ against the whiteness of her breasts. “Hey Tim, pal,” he said hoarsely. “You don’t think your wife is too dry here? I mean between her tits? I hope that does not rob her of her passion. I’m almost tempted to shift your chair lower so you could bend down across the bed and suck on her cunt while I fuck these tits!”

The man’s movements began to get faster and he groaned, gripping her breasts and pushing them together harder than he had been doing so far. Sam was finding it difficult to suck the tip of his organ because it began appearing from the top of her breasts at a more rapid pace.

“Oh fuck, oh my god, oh shit, I think I’m going to explode now, slut!” the man cried out harshly.” Where do you want my juices, bitch? Want it inside your mouth, perhaps? On your whore face? Or all over those slut tits?”

When he had pulled back so that his organ was at the base of her breast valley, she quickly said, “Wherever you want it.”

The man now stopped talking and began to pump his hips wildly. There was a look of intense concentration on his face and then he suddenly let out a strangled cry.

“Uggghhhh, oohhh shit, oh fuck, ahhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh…”

His organ had just withdrawn from her mouth when he changed tacks and pushed it back. She gasped when the first jet of his sperm hit the back of her throat, warm and salty and without realizing it she hurriedly swallowed it. Then, he pulled his organ out in a hurry and grasped it in one fist, releasing her left breast to do so. He bent the shuddering and jerking penis, directing the next salvo on her face, coating her nose and her cheeks. Finally, he shuffled back over her belly and buried the shaft back between her breasts. She felt the hot liquid splashing against the insides of her breast and then he knelt up, letting the last of his ejaculation splash over them.

His thin body shook wildly as he climaxed and he grabbed her breasts again, spreading his palms over the firm flesh, moving them in circles to spread the sperm over them.

Tim’s eyes widened with astonishment. He had seen so much of sperm only in the films. This man had to be something. He had never thought the man would be holding such enormous reserves of the liquid. He truly did have a ringside view of the proceedings and could actually see the action from a distance of less than a couple of feet.

“Oh fuck!” the man shouted. “This is one of the greatest tit fuck I’ve had for a long time!”

Obviously, Tim thought, this meant that the man was used to these kinks. Or should he call it as fetish? Tim himself was no stranger to this kind of sexual release. He too, as Sam also did, had this fetish of ejaculating all over Sam’s body. But this was the first time he had seen another man doing this to her. He knew that Sam had similar experiences with other men before their marriage, as she indeed did reveal to him when they were in their moods while lovemaking. But he had never seen first hand, another man doing this. And this man was a total stranger. A fucking rapist!

For almost two minutes after the explosion, there was silence, save for the man’s ragged and loud breathing, Sam’s sighs and the whirring of the ceiling fan.

Finally, the man clambered out of the bed and stood silently on the floor, watching Sam with almost admiring eyes.

“Jesus, you slut! You really enjoyed it too, didn’t you?”

Sam had been surprised when the sight of the man’s sperm flying and eventually landing all over her face, her hair, her breasts and the rest of her body had set off another orgasm for her. She hadn’t thought it possible that she would orgasm under such a situation. To begin with, the man was a damned rapist; second, she had already had her fair share of climaxes when the man had so expertly gone down on her and even done it with his fingers and finally, all the time that he was sliding his organ between her breasts, he had not at all touched her between her legs.

She would put it down as a ‘boobinal’ orgasm. She had climaxed not only because of the intense stimulation of his penis against the side of her breasts, not even by watching close-up the amazing sight of a brown penis sliding back and forth in her cleavage, but, as she admitted to herself now, it was the sight of all that sperm flying all over her body and into her mouth.

She wanted to glance at Tim, but averted her eyes, preferring in stead to stare at the man’s penis, which was still shuddering as an after effect of his explosive orgasm. She couldn’t possibly know it; but her eyes were glazed and dilated and her mouth remained open. Her chest heaved and her legs had become rigid.

It was a classic position that revealed that she had been sexually gratified.

Watching from the chair, Tim knew it was a foregone conclusion even before the man could ask her if she too had enjoyed it.

He could see it in Sam’s eyes and the contended expression on her face.

Rape? Oh shit…

Tim was tired. His body had become numb. Being tied to the chair, unable to move with those nylon ropes having effectively restricted all his movements save for his wrists and his buttocks, had given him the cramps.

But what did bother him the most was the fact that his penis had become uncomfortably erect at the sight of the man having his way with Sam. True, he did feel sick with the whole affair and if given a chance, he would surely have killed the man. But he felt humiliated that he actually had an erection. Damn it, he thought, his wife was getting raped; though technically, the man had still not had actual intercourse with her. What the man had done so far, in Tim’s opinion, was far more degrading than what could have been had he just performed the ‘conventional’ rape.

Tim had never identified with rape and whenever he read about it or saw such scenes being depicted in movies, he had felt sick. (It was okay, he thought, to use rape purely as a medium of fantasy when he was making it with his wife). And that was precisely why he felt so humiliated about the fact that he had erected when he witnessed the scene.

He consoled himself that the erection could have been as a result of having watched his wife, a truly beautiful, desirable and sexy woman so exposed. But he realized that he was kidding himself.

After the man had spurted his seed all over Sam’s body, Tim, for the first time, felt strangely excited. For the first time in that room, he yearned to ejaculate. And that was what was making him feel so degrading and guilty.

When he saw the look in Sam’s eyes, he understood that she had climaxed. Maybe she hadn’t enjoyed the man doing it to her – right from the time that the man had put his mouth over her sex following it up with a finger, to the time he had finally inserted his organ between her breasts and spurted his sperm, Sam did not actually look like she was in any kind of pain. At least, that was what Tim thought. Hell, she must have enjoyed it.

Again, he imagined what would have been his condition if a gorgeous woman had forced him to have sex with her in the presence of Sam. He couldn’t help but feel almost sorry for her.

The man had casually brought a handful of towels from the bathroom.

“Now, slut, I’m going to untie you, ok? But I want you to know that if you begin to get ideas of escaping, you are sunk. Forget just the acid, my pals outside are itching for you to try getting out of here. But first, let me have that shower.”

The man walked back into the bathroom and stood under the spray of the four showers with the door wide open and the couple stared at him as he cleaned himself up.

“That was great, fucking great! We got to do it all over again. What do you think, Tim?” the man was grinning as he rubbed the soap all over his body, paying particular attention to his groin, maybe just to tease them, Tim thought.

Tim couldn’t answer simply because the man had still not removed the tape off the shocked man’s mouth. Sam, lying trussed up in the bed was staring into the bathroom, and this meant that Tim couldn’t see her face as his chair was on the other side. He could see her breasts, large and proud, still heaving and the puddle of the man’s sperm dribbling over her breasts and down to her belly. The place between her legs was wet too and her vagina was wide open.

“Poor Tim,” the man mocked, standing under the shower to allow the water to wash the soap off his body. “Son of a bitch can’t tell us how horny he is and how he can’t wait to jack off!”

Tim dragged his eyes away from his wife’s nude body and stared at the man.

Finished with his shower, the man stood beside the bed, near Sam and on the other side of Tim, now toweling his body. His much-abused penis had finally become limp and lay dangling between his legs. It looked much smaller now.

“Your turn for a shower, slut,” he said to Sam. “I’m going to release the bonds and I would like to remind you what I had told you would happen if you were to try something funny, something I wouldn’t like. Neither, I assure you would my friends like it, and yes, they must be just as eager to take a shot at your cunt!”

He tossed the towel over his shoulders and bent down over Sam, his hands working at the ropes that tied her wrists to the posts. “You be a good girl as you have been so far and I promise you better things. We need some food now, at least the two of us, considering that we have been having such strenuous exercises!”

When her hands were finally freed, she brought them together, rubbing her wrists to get the circulation going, still staring at the man.

“Next time, my pretty little whore, you are going to do the moving, see? I would like you to crouch over me and fuck my cock with your tits, okay?”

She glanced at Tim who was staring at the man.

“Okay?” the man repeated, pausing with his hands on the bonds that held her feet.

Hurriedly she tore her eyes away from her husband and nodded at the man. “Y-yes,” she whispered.

“Speak up,” he commanded. “And give me the entire answer!”

“Yes,” she said more clearly now. “I’ll do what you say.”

“And what did I say just now?” the man leered, enjoying her discomfort.

“That you wanted me to be above you and do you with my breasts,” she replied, this time, blushing. She had nothing against his type of language and in fact, she enjoyed dirty talk, as did Tim. But this man was after all a complete stranger.

“Did I say it like that, Tim?” the man mimicked her. “Say it like I asked you to.” His voice was whip-like when he uttered the command.

“Yes, I will fuck your c-cock with my tits,” she declared.

The man chuckled, and satisfied, he began undoing the bonds. “No closing the bathroom door. Did I? Next time around, I want you to do a lot of talking, my sweet whore. This time around, I guess I did most of the talking, huh? And while you get ready for round two, I guess maybe I’ll have to talk with my pals waiting outside. Their cocks must be bursting inside their pants.” He laughed and then glanced at Tim.

“Don’t lose hope, pal. You are going to have a shower as well even if you did not have the kind of exercise that your wife and me had. But maybe, just maybe, I’ll set you free to do that only after my pals have a piece of that swell pussy!”

For the first time, Sam ventured forth to ask him a question.

“Please, may I ask you a question?”

The man was delighted. “I was thinking I was talking to a computer. They answer only if they have been previously programmed. Way to go, honey pot! Fire away your question. Only, you know which ones cannot be answered.”

“D-do y-you r-really mean t-that your friends are a-also g-going to…” her voice trailed off.

“Fuck with you?” he finished the question for her. “But of course, baby. Didn’t I say you were going to be raped? Certainly, what we did just now wasn’t exactly rape considering you so enjoyed it! And let me tell you, bitch, you will enjoy my pals too! You ever had more than one cock around you bitch? Just think of it. One up inside your hot little twat, another fucking your pretty little mouth, another maybe up your ass and we’ll figure out how another could fuck those big tits of yours. If there’s a problem, you could take turns blowing out one cock after the other while a pair jams both your holes down there. I’m sorry. I should have said gang-banged, not raped.”

The son of a bitch was enjoying himself, Tim thought savagely. Strangely, though he had not climaxed, Tim too had lost his erection. He watched rather disconsolately, as Sam staggered to the bathroom, the juices dribbling down from her face and breasts to her abdomen.

When she got under the shower, she let out a sigh as the spray hit her. She did not bother about using a shower cap; rather, she let the water soak her hair and face first.

The man looked at her for a long time, and then turned to Tim. He winked. “Ummm. Looks sexy, that little sexy bitch!”

Did he have to address Sam in that way, Tim thought. He guessed that dirty talk was a big turn-on for this scrawny little bastard.

The man swaggered over to the door and Tim did not know from where he had pulled out the keys. The man had draped the towel over his waist and he now cracked the door open, sticking his head out of the opening.

Tim heard him muttering in the local language. He could make out four different voices – or was it five? It was difficult to tell and he glanced back into the bathroom to stare at his young, naked wife.

Sam opened her eyes and stared at her husband. There was a look of guilt and of course fear in them. Tim gestured wildly at her by nodding his head rapidly and she realized that the man wasn’t watching.

Quietly, she slipped out of the bathroom, careful to stand on the doormat so that she wouldn’t get the floor wetter than it already was with the water that had dripped off the man’s body when he had stood there some time ago.

Glancing quickly at the door, she whispered, “Oh Tim, this is so dreadful! Are you okay?”

Strangely enough, Tim thought that there wasn’t much remorse in her eyes. In fact, she had that glaze in her eyes – the one they called ‘nicely fucked’ look.

Brushing aside the bile that seemed to be rushing inside his mouth and the images of the man and his wife together, he managed to nod. And then he raised his eyebrows and shook his head questioningly.

“Oh, I guess I’m okay, under the circumstances, darling!” she answered, guessing rightly that he was enquiring about the state she was in. “You do understand, don’t you Tim? We really have no choice in this matter. You saw what that acid could do. And I have that feeling that he wasn’t fooling when he said he wouldn’t hesitate to pour some of it over us. Plus, darling, we are trapped. He’s got his friends outside, god knows how many and we are so far away from the main hotel. Maybe, he’s got friends up there too and he has planned all of this.”

They could hear the murmurs quite clearly, but couldn’t understand what was being said. The language was completely foreign.

“I guess I better get back, Tim. I hope you will forgive me, but believe me, this is the best way we can get rid of him. I’m afraid that if we resist, we are going to get really hurt. Oh god, I wish we hadn’t taken up on Dave’s offer for guides. I …”

They realized that the man had finished talking and was about to retreat back to the cottage. She hurriedly skipped back into the bathroom and picked up the bar of soap, beginning to rub it furiously over her body, as if she wanted to get rid of the man’s odor and his juices.

“Ah, what do we have here?” the man said, walking leisurely back into the bedroom and pulling off his towel again. He was smoking a cigarette and seemed to be in a good mood and Tim was amazed when he noticed that the man’s penis had stiffened once again. Oh my god, he thought. Was this bastard for real? Perhaps his little tête-à-tête with his pals had something to do with his re-born erection.

The man pulled a chair between the bathroom door and the chair on which Tim was tied to and flopped down on it. He gazed at Sam, who at this time was rubbing the bar of soap over her belly.

“Do your tits again, baby? I want to watch,” the man said.

Sam peered at him through the sharp spray of the shower.

“Soap those big tits again, slut,” he repeated.

Tim watched his wife submitting to the man’s order meekly. The bar of soap slid up and down her large breasts, lathering them thoroughly. She had already soaped them once and Tim suddenly realized that the very action of Sam rubbing the soap over her breasts was quite erotic.

“Ah, yes, get them all soapy. Now, slide that bar down your legs and rub it over your cunt.”

She did this without any hesitation and the men watched her.

The man puffed on his cigarette and turned to Tim. “This sure is sexy, isn’t it Tim boy? Look at that soap sliding all over that smooth, sexy body of that whore! That’s it, honey pot, faster, faster! Does that get you all hot again? It sure makes me hot watching you lather yourself like that. I bet you are also playing with your clit, huh baby?”

The man dropped his cigarette to the floor and turned to Tim. “Sorry boy, I can’t offer you a fag, unless you can inhale through your ass hole!” He laughed hilariously at his joke and then turned his attention back to Sam.

“Hey slut, you are getting me all hot and bothered again, see?” he asked in a jocularly husky voice, fondling his penis.

Sam stared at his rapidly hardening penis and slid the soap bar back to its stand. She allowed the water to spray over her, using her hands to rub off the lather. The man was getting hard! It was incredible, she thought. He couldn’t possibly get hard so soon!

“Ah, yes, slut, that’s good! Rub all over your body! Doesn’t she look really sexy when she showers, Tim? Of course you must have watched this several times, huh? Hell, I bet you must have had several showers together. You ever fucked under a shower, Tim?”

The man was leering at him and Tim had long ago given up struggling with the ropes. The man knew how to tie the knots and the harder Tim had tried, the tighter his bonds had become. Besides, what in hell was he going to achieve even if he had managed to set himself free? That deadly acid and the man’s thugs were there after all.

“I keep forgetting that you can’t speak,” the man chuckled. “I reckon I should take off the tape, huh?”

Tim switched his glance from Sam to the man and stared at him anxiously. He managed to nod.

“Yes? Take off the tape? Want to talk?”

Tim nodded again.

The man pretended to think about it for a while. “Well, there’s really no problem about that, you know Tim. Even if you shout, no one can hear you and I guess you know that. But if you do one of three things could happen: one, I pull out the acid. Two, my friend’s will rush in. And three, I shut your kisser back. The only thing I don’t want is to listen to your whining. You won’t whine and plead, huh Tim?”

Tim shook his head furiously, desperately wanting the man to believe him. Of course he wouldn’t scream. And of course he wouldn’t whine! All he wanted at this moment was for the man to get that awful tape off his mouth.

The man turned to watch Sam who was rubbing her body vigorously. It was almost as if by so doing, she would get everything off, wipe out the memories. But, she thought, did she want to?

She admitted to herself that he had brought her to orgasm; and not just once either. Even when he was doing her breasts, he had managed to bring her to a climax. Usually, when she had her breasts being made love to, she would realize that it was the man who enjoyed the sensation more than she did. But this man had changed all that.

Part of her mind still made her shiver with fear. How many friends did he have? Was he really going to let them have their way with her simultaneously? Or would they take turns? Would they ignore her and cause her pain, unlike this man who had somehow managed to give her pleasure even when he was having his way with her without her consent?

“What do you say, whore?” she heard the man shouting out to her. “Tim here wants that I pull off the tape. You think that’s a good idea?”

Nervously, she nodded, pulling her wet hair behind her ears and glancing furtively at her husband.

“Sorry. I didn’t hear you.”

“Y-yes, p-please do,” she had to raise her voice above the sound of the water.

“Your wife loves you, Tim,” the man laughed and slowly walked up to the chair. Tim held his breath as the man loosened one end of the tape and pulled it off.

Tim let out his breath and made a sound that was much like a strangled cry of despair.

“Careful boy,” the man said. “You do realize that you aren’t allowed much dialogue here, don’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” Tim gasped.

“Good. Now, I was asking you if you ever fucked Sam under the shower.”

Tim nodded nervously.

“Why the fuck do you think I pulled out the fucking tape, Tim? You disappoint me. You are supposed to answer my questions.”

“Y-yes, I – uh – we did,” Tim answered, staring at Sam who had finished the shower and was making her way back into the room.

Sam stood uncertainly beside the bed, using the towel to dry her body.

The man walked up to her and took her large breasts in his hands. “Hmm. Beautiful tits. Feel better, slut?”

“Y-yes.”

“Look, you two. I want to tell you something again. I have pulled off those fucking gags so that you can talk like human beings. Not like a pair of dimwitted lunatics, you understand? So, lets talk like good human beings.” He laughed.

“W-when are you going to let us go?” Tim asked hoarsely.

“Hey man, where’s the fucking fire? I haven’t even fucked your wife properly, you know. Besides, those pals of mine are waiting anxiously. A couple of them told me that they had to jerk off, you know, they can hardly wait to get their brown cocks serviced by this beautiful white trash! What do you say, bitch?”

He tweaked her nipples and stepped aside.

“All set?” he announced dramatically.

Sam felt faint. Tim was sweating profusely.

“Would it make things any different if I promise to make you really happy and you ask your friends not to…” her voice trailed off.

The man laughed, stroking his penis. “Hey baby, that’s not fair. I can’t do that. Those pals are going to make you real happy, you know and you just might end up begging for more. As a matter of fact, let me tell you something about my pals. The more you struggle, the more they will want to continue fucking with you. Believe me. They like it when a bitch screams, wriggles and tries to get away. They love sluts who are dry down there so they can fuck the cunt till there’s blood all over. I’ll give you a tip, baby. Maybe, just maybe if you pretend you want more and that you are really loving the way they are playing around with you, they might get tired and call it a day. Struggle, or if in any way you don’t cooperate, and you are history. Let’s not even think of changing the script, okay,” the man walked up to the door.

“P-please!” Tim implored.

“I thought I told you not to whine and beg and shout, okay? That was the first time you did that, so I’m going to let that slide. Next time, remember that I won’t ignore you.”

Tim and Sam looked at each other and she frowned at him, indicating to him that he silence and cooperation was the key word.

The man unlocked the door, speaking rapidly in the local lingo.

And then, in walked the four men.

Sam’s eyes widened with fear and Tim choked in vain.

The first man to enter was around fifty, a hundred and seventy pounds of muscle and as dark as coal. Why, Tim thought dully, but for the somewhat sharper features and the straight hair, this guy could pass off as a black! His black eyes widened when his glance took in the naked Sam and he flicked a pink tongue over his lips. He was dressed in a cotton half-sleeved shirt and dark, brown trousers.

“This is Sonny. Isn’t he black? You see that he’s blacker than the average Indian that you will see. We call him nigger!” smirked the man who had violated Sam already, and then grinning grotesquely, he introduced the next man as ‘Jam’

Jam was quite young, maybe, Tim guessed, in his late twenties. He was attired in t-shirt and jeans, was slimly built, around six feet and a hundred and thirty pounds. He looked quite nervous and kept pushing his rather long hair off his forehead.

The third guy, introduced as ‘Lucky’, was short and rotund. Again, Tim guessed that this one would be in his mid-forties. He was quite bald, had widely spaced brown eyes, aquiline chin and a hooked nose.

The last man was quite similar to the man who had just had Sam. Tall, around six-one, very lean, intense black eyes and long hair, he wore a pair of shorts and a skimpy t-shirt. This guy was called ‘Jay’.
“Funny names, huh?” the man chortled as the couple eyed the men with wide frightened eyes. “Hey Sam, there’s no need to be scared of my buddies. They are a decent lot: it’s just that they never have had any white pussy! In fact, if you learn to relax, I promise you that they will be fun. Hey guys, meet Tim and my white slut, Sam.”

“P-please…” her hoarse voice trailed off as she continued to stare, now thoroughly frightened at the thought of these men having their way with her. Simultaneously? My God, that’s what the man had said!

She cringed and crossed her arms around her breasts, trying to close the gap between her legs as much as she possibly could.

The man laughed harshly. “Please what, baby? Please let go, or please fuck me?”

She tried to say something, looking wildly at her husband. Tim was in a trance: his eyes were wide open and so was his mouth. He was breathing just as heavily as she was and she realized that he was very frightened indeed.

The man walked up to the low divan and flopped down on it, spreading his legs open. His organ was erect and he now took it in his hand, slowly pumping the loose skin up and down.

“First things first, slut. Now, all you have to do to enjoy the rest of your stay in this country is to cooperate with me. Remember what I told you about me wanting to see you do the movements? Come here and get down on your pretty dimpled knees in front of me.”

She stared dumbly at him and then her head swiveled over to look at the other four men. They just seemed to stand there like statues, doing nothing but licking their lips and staring at her. It gave her the creeps, and for the first time she knew what it was like to have goose pimples all over her body.

“I said, come here, slut,” the man bellowed.

Dumbly, as if in a trance, she walked to the divan.

“There’s no point in hiding your tits, baby. After all, we are going to be friends, remember?”

She stood in front of him, barely a couple of feet away.

“I said, put down those fucking hands and show us your tits!”

She obeyed, letting her hands slide down off her chest till they hung limply beside her.

“Watch me friends,” the man said, obviously enjoying himself. To her, he said, “Get down on your knees.”

She slid down to the floor.

“Come closer to me, slut. Closer, ah yes like that, till you can first smell my cock.”

She could smell him. Though he too had showered, the smell of his sex was stronger than the smell of soap.

“Hold my knees and get between my legs,” he commanded.

She placed her palms on his knees and shuffled forward till his legs were pressing against the sides of her body. Had his organ been as erect as it had been during their earlier session, she was sure it would have brushed her breasts.

“Take my cock in your hand.”

She was now like an automaton. She took the base of his penis, rather gingerly, in her left hand and heard him sigh. It was throbbing and very hard.

“Cradle my balls with your other hand.”

As she did, she could see in her peripheral vision, the four men inching closer to the divan. She felt thoroughly humiliated – like she was some piece of a display in an art gallery, watched by a hopeless crowd who knew little about art.

She struggled with her thoughts. She just wasn’t thinking straight, she knew. Here she was, on her knees between a man’s legs, holding his penis in one hand and his scrotum in the other and she was thinking about art galleries!

“Ah, yes! That feels so good! Do you realize that it’s the first time you have taken my cock in your hands? Of course, you have already sucked that meat and had it fucking your lovely tits! But let me tell you something: it feels great to have my cock held like that in pretty little white hands. Lean forward and blow your hot breath on it, bitch.”

She bent her head down and the tip of his penis loomed at her. He pulled her wet hair back over her head and held it bunched around in his fist. She began to blow her breath on the flesh.

“Ughh…that is so hot! Faster, baby, faster, that’s it, burn my cock with your hot breath!”

If she could, she thought, she really would have. Unfortunately, fire breathing wasn’t her forte. Her ample chest heaved as she blew out her breath, puffing and hollowing her cheeks.

The man slipped his free hand down and seized her left breast, cupping its roundness and fondling it, almost casually. Now that he had already satiated himself once – albeit temporarily – she knew he was taking it easy.

Tim watched with horror from the chair, wanting to shout out, but not daring to do so. The four strange men with their strange names crowded around the divan, yet, making sure that there was enough space between them for him to watch the proceedings.

“Dig this scene, boys! Notice the contrast of the color of her skin and that of my dick? You too, Tim? Doesn’t that look sexy? Pump my cock up and down in that dainty little fist of yours, slut. Ah yes, oh shit, that feels so good!”

Sam was beginning to accept what fate had in store for her. She knew there was no escape from this man; or, for that matter, from his friends. She began to wish that he would get it on with and finish it up soon, so that she and Tim would get out of this.

She remembered what he had said a short while ago:

The more you struggle, the more they will want to continue fucking with you. Believe me. They like it when a bitch screams, wriggles and tries to get away. They love sluts who are dry down there so they can fuck the cunt till there’s blood all over. I’ll give you a tip, baby. Maybe, just maybe if you pretend you want more and that you are really loving the way they are playing around with you, they might get tired and call it a day. Struggle, or if in any way you don’t cooperate, and you are history.

The key word, she thought was “cooperate” and everything else was meaningless. Perhaps, she thought, if she really could manage to make believe that she was happy doing it, this would be over soon.

“Now, pals, like I told you. I’ve fucked her mouth and her tits with my cock. And as agreed, I’ll be the first guy to fuck her white and hot cunt before I let you guys take over, okay?”

“Just get on with it, chief,” the dark man, Sonny spoke. He had a deep, baritone voice.

The man laughed. “Impatient for pussy, Sonny?”

“Impatient for everything, chief,” the dark man replied.

“I tell you, it’s going to be worth the wait, boys. Okay, slut, now bend down just a little and make like lollypop!”

He sure wasn’t using any code words that she wouldn’t understand. She knew what he wanted and hesitating briefly, suddenly aware that she was going to have to obey him and do this for the first time in presence of so many other men, she opened her mouth.

Impatiently, the man thrust his buttocks up off the divan, driving his turgid flesh into her open mouth. She gagged when the tip of his penis plunged into her throat.

“Ugghhh!” she gasped, immediately sliding her lips back over his shaft. He pushed her head down, still holding her hair in his fist and gently squeezed her breast.

“Take it, take it,” he panted.

She slid her head back down, taking the length of his organ deep inside her mouth, almost to the hilt.

“Now, move, baby, move! Ah yes, like that, yes, yes! Fuck my cock with that mouth! Give me that tongue too!”

As he kneaded her breasts and twisted her nipples, she began to bob her head up and down in right earnest. She ran her tongue over the bottom of his erection. The sight of her red lips sliding over his shaft added to her tongue swiping across the flesh seemed to inflame him, because he suddenly pulled his organ out of her mouth and held her head at a distance.

“Arch your tits towards me, baby. Push your tits out!”

Thoroughly humiliated and past caring, she arched her chest out towards him.

“Raise yourself a little on your knees, slut.”

She obeyed, bringing her breasts in level with his pulsating organ.

“Now, slap my cock on your tits, whore. Slap it on them, yes, yes, harder, you little cunt, harder!”

This had made him get more excited and his organ hardened further till, as she continued to slap it on her breasts, she thought that she was beating her breasts with a rubber truncheon.

“Now push that nipple inside the slit!” he croaked.

She knew that it was impossible for this to happen but that didn’t dare stop her from trying to do exactly as he commanded. Pushing her breasts further at him, she gripped his organ and pushed the pink and swollen head against her nipple.

“The other one, now!” he roared.

She switched his organ to the other breast and did the same thing.

“Roll it around your fucking tits now.”

She had to shuffle even closer between his legs towards him to lay the organ flat against the outer side of one breast.

“Roll it on both tits, bitch!”

Frantically, she tried it. The pre cum oozing out of his penis lathered her breasts as she played its length across the vast expanse of them.

“Remember what I told you? You are going to fuck my cock with your tits, honey-pot. Go on, do it.”

She let his penis out of her hand and gripped the outer sides of her breasts, pushing them towards each other. With his organ trapped between her lush breasts, she began to squish them together, heaving the mass of flesh up and down.

“Raise and lower your slut body on your knees when you do that. Up and down, baby, up and down, oh yes, fuck that cock with your tits!”

She struggled to match the rhythm of the movements of her hands on her breasts with the movement her body.

“Down on your knees and up with those tits, up on your knees and down with those tits,” he gasped.

Tim watched, open-mouthed with amazement as he watched his wife doing what he never thought would be possible. Hands and body moving in unison, the movements always opposite to the other, she had actually managed to do what the man wanted her to.

“See that boys?” the man chuckled, glancing at the four men who hovered around the divan. “I told you she is talented. Look at it! Look at the way her tits are wrapped around my cock! Look at the way she’s fucking my dick with her jugs!”

The man grabbed her hair with his hands and peered down to watch his penis slide back and forth in her cleavage. He moved along with her, matching the rhythm with which she was masturbating his shaft between her breasts.

“Fucking hell,” he gasped, “that feels so fucking good, and I don’t want you to fucking stop! Dig that, boys, look at those white jugs squeezing my black cock!”

This time it was Jay who said, rather hoarsely, “Hey chief, that’s not fair! We have been waiting to fuck with her!”

“All in good time, boys, all in good time! For now, let’s stick to our agreement. I want to get hard enough and hot enough to sink my cock up her white little cunt. And this is setting me on fire, pals! Okay, okay bitch, now, take that cock back inside your mouth. Careful now, we don’t want my cock to slip out from those fucking tits!”

She had to stop squishing her breasts together so that she could grasp his penis between them and lowered her mouth. He began to thrust his hips back and forth even as she bobbed her head over him. He let of her blonde hair and she felt his palms enveloping her breasts, to fondle and knead them.

Still keeping his feet planted on the floor, the man lay back on the divan, across it, finally allowing his penis to slip out of the cleavage. Nevertheless, he managed to keep the tip of the shaft firmly embedded in her mouth. His hands went to her ears and he rocked her head up and down over his erection. She gagged.

“Shit, this I always wanted to do, man!” he whispered harshly, rolling his head sideways to glance at Tim. “Get that scene, buddy. Look at me fucking your wife’s face.”

“Hey chief,” Lucky laughed out suddenly. “Her man’s getting a hard on! Look!”

“Big deal!” the man snorted. “His cock gets stiff whenever he watches me ravage that pretty wife of his. Want to jerk off, Tim?”

Tim went scarlet, cursing himself for having an erection. He knew that it wasn’t his fault. The sight of his wife accommodating the man was enough for any body to get aroused.

Jam laughed cruelly. “You tied him up, chief! How in hell is he going to jerk off like that?”

“True. But if this bitch is good and he is good, maybe we will set him free and let him fuck her afterwards, okay?”

“Gee,” whispered Sonny. “Just like those whiteys fucking in the fuck films, huh chief?”

“Better than that, Sonny, better than that.”

Sam tried to ignore them and concentrated on sliding her lips up and down the stalk of his penis that was so firmly embedded inside her mouth. Every time that he thrust his hips up and off the divan, the tip of his organ entered her throat and she had just adjusted her throat muscles to ease the gag reflex.

“Now, slut, lick your way up my cock, up my belly till you are licking my lips and your cunt is over my dick.”

Time, she thought. Finally, it was time. He was indeed going to ask her to take his length inside her.

She let the tip of her tongue flick across the shaft and slowly licked her way up over his belly.

“Lick my nipples, baby, ah yes, lick them like that. God, I’m almost jealous of those boobs, honey! Rub them over my cock!”

As she licked his nipples, she let her body sway so that his organ rubbed over her breasts.

“Now, lick my lips,” he announced.

She had to crouch over him, his organ rubbing against the insides of her thighs as she swept her tongue across his swollen lips. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to him, his mouth opening and tongue pushing into her open mouth.

He seized her right hand and guided it to his organ, pushing against her vagina, indicating that he wanted her to guide him inside her.

She was on top of him and between his outstretched legs and she had to draw her buttocks back and upwards when she fumbled with his penis, blindly leading it to her entrance.

Suddenly, she realized that she was wet there! Oh my god, she thought! This crazy bastard had actually managed to arouse her despite his crude methodology!

Did she, she wondered, really need him inside her? Or was it just a natural phenomenon?

Their mouths were fused and he grunted when she pushed her hips down, impaling herself with his throbbing penis. She didn’t even have to try the second time. He was right inside her to the hilt when she pushed and she let out an involuntary sigh when she felt him entering her completely.

He tore his mouth away from hers and shouted, “Fuck me, you white piece of trash! Fuck that cock with your tight little whore cunt! Ah, oh, ah, ah, yes, yes, faster, faster, you little slut, I want to watch those tits bounce!”

He immediately must have forgotten what he had said because he raised his head and put his open mouth over one bouncing breast, sucking hard on it as she pumped up and down wildly. He brought his hands up between their writhing bodies and seized both her breasts, squeezing them, letting his fingers roll the nipples.

Her thighs smacked loudly against his as she allowed her body to slam up and down over him. Suddenly, she wanted to drain him out; as quickly as possible. It was as if she was competing with him, trying to pull out his seed even if he was holding back.

She realized that he was in crisis when he suddenly yanked his body up against hers, gripped her waist and rolled over the divan till she was beneath him and he above her.

“Open your fucking legs,” he muttered hoarsely.

When she did, she felt, to her utter astonishment, her juices beginning to flow. No! This was impossible!

But it was only too true. She was approaching her orgasm and try as hard as she might to despise the wriggling creature above her she felt her young body responding to the invasion of his organ inside her.

Automatically, her legs wrapped around the small of his back and her hands encircled his neck. A loud and long moan emanated from deep within her body and she began to raise and lower her buttocks, as if begging him to feed more of him to her.

It was perhaps this change in her that set him off. Vaguely, she recollected what he had said about his friends growing tired of her in the event that she would no longer struggle.

Long ago, she remembered now, she had read a old novel about a group of guys kidnapping a female actor and raping her by turns. She remembered now how the actor had used all her wiles, pretending to enjoy herself doing it with the men and using her charms and sexiness to draw them out and eventually escape from them. Even then, she recalled, the actor had actually climaxed with one man in spite of the fact that he was the weakest.

The Fan Club! That was it! That was the name of the novel!

As these thoughts went through her mind, she suddenly convulsed and letting out a small cry, realized that she was climaxing. She moved her buttocks up and down in short little and furious strokes, adjusting the angle so that the shaft rubbed the upper part of her vagina.

“Shit,” the man yelled, slamming furiously into her, “the bitch is coming! I can feel her juices around my cock, oh god, this is one hot firecracker, oh god, she’s coming and ah, ah, I – I – I’m coming as well, you little slut, I’m coming inside your cunt!”

Tim, looking with considerable astonishment knew that his wife was indeed climaxing. He could tell by the way she stretched her toes outward, the way her knees went rigid and the way she moaned.

“Ugh, ah, agghh, arrggghhhh…” the man screamed.

Tim and the other men watched, almost in awe as the couple thrashed and writhed around the divan.

The man tightened his hold on her breasts and pushed his hips down for the last time, shuddering when he hit bottom. He went into a spasm that brought his rocking body to a stand still – suddenly rigid. He dipped his head down and crushed his mouth on hers and she allowed his tongue inside, immediately sucking hard on it.

She felt his sperm shooting in erratic bursts inside her vagina and then she was climaxing again, a little burst of sensual pleasure, but a burst nevertheless. He continued kissing her mouth, shoving his tongue in and pulling it out only to repeat the process all over again, imitating the movements that his organ had just made inside her sex.

“Holy shit!” Sonny broke the silence in the room.

“Mother fucking hell,” Jay seconded.

“Please roll over her, chief. I can hardly wait,” Lucky said.

She became aware of their presence and glanced sideways at them. Tim too had been engrossed with the man and his wife going at each other and had almost forgotten about the other men. To the couple’s surprise, they noticed that all the four men were bare-chested and were now dressed only in shorts.

Sam’s eyes widened at the sight of the half naked men hovering around the divan and strangely, felt self conscious of herself. She even blushed when she realized that she must have put on quite a show for them. She glanced furtively at Tim who was staring at the four men.

Without exception, it was quite evident that the four men were sporting erections. The bulge between Sonny’s legs especially looked enormous: almost like he had a damned full-sized cucumber there.

The man, lying on her top, still panting, looked up at his friends and grinned.

“When did you all undress? Impatient, huh?”

“No time for silly questions, chief,” Sonny said in a hoarse voice, inching towards the divan.

The man let out a sigh and looked into her eyes. “I guess it’s only fair that I let them have a chance with you, slut. Tell you what? You are a damned good piece. This has got to rank as my all time favorite fuck. You made it too, huh? I can tell, you know.”

She averted her gaze, her heart beating wildly. She was scared out of her wits. God, what were these creeps going to do to her now?

With a lot of exaggeration, the man finally pulled his penis out of her. She flushed when she glanced at his wet organ, aware that it was also coated with her juices. She felt some of the juices dribbling out of her vagina, running down the insides of her thighs.

Swiftly, the man leaped to his feet beside her, his organ, now satiated, hanging limply between his legs, leaving her sprawled out on her back on the divan, her legs stretched wide open, her breasts heaving.

“I’m going to sit back and rest a while, friends,” the man stated. “She’s all yours. If you all feel she’s not cooperating the way that she just cooperated with me, hit her.”

He uttered the last sentence without any change in his voice – just as though it was a matter of fact, to be obeyed without hesitation.

She looked wildly at Tim and then at the man who was pulling a chair towards him, next to the chair on which Tim was tied up. She then directed her frantic glance at the black man and then looked at the other men just as apprehensively.

“P-please, please…” her voice trailed off.

“Just shut the fuck up, bitch,” the man roared from his chair. “One of those apes might just decide that it would be better to cut your fucking tongue out if you make so much noise!”

“Hell no, chief,” Jay uttered, moving closer to her. “No way am I going to cut off her tongue! Wouldn’t want to be sucked off by a tongue-less lady, no sir! There’s a better way to shut her up. Hey lady, why don’t you just take my cock in that sweet mouth of yours?”

Jay pushed his shorts down to the floor and knelt on the divan beside her, shuffling up till he was positioned beside her head. His penis was erect. It was quite long, longer in fact than the ‘chief’s’ (she had decided to mentally name him that) but thinner. Naturally, it was oozing with his pre cum and she watched dully as he brought his palm over the head to get it wet and then rubbed the hand across his penis.

He hunched down on his knees, bringing his organ close up to her face and stroking the wet head over her cheeks.

“Ah, your skin is so soft! Oh yes, I am going to love having my cock sucked by you! Open up, you cunt, let me slide this boner inside your mouth and fuck your face!”

He was at one side of her body, so she had to swivel her head towards his organ. He pressed the tip of his shaft against her swollen lips and she had really no option but to open her mouth.

“Agghhh!” Jay grunted as his penis slid smoothly inside her mouth. “Suck on it now, you little cunt, suck, suck!”

She worked her lips around the shaft and had to raise her head up to take it in her mouth. After it was about half inside, she lowered her head again. He grabbed her cheeks and yanked her face up, thrusting his hips forward and jamming his shaft inside her mouth. Her throat opened effortlessly as the tip entered inside it.

Jam went for her breasts. Still standing on the floor, he leaned across and grabbed her breasts, squeezing the flesh cruelly. “Ah, what a pair of tits! You were right, chief. There’s no way you done it all till you got a pair of white and big tits in your hands!”

“You will change that opinion once you slide your cock between them, Jam!” the man spoke from his chair. “You agree, Tim? I bet you love it just as I do when you have those big pretty tits wrapped around your cock, huh?”

Tim did not answer, preferring to look on at the scene unfolding in front of him. He was trying his best to ignore his own erection.

“I asked you a question, Tim,” the man’s voice had hardened.

Tim looked hastily into the man’s intense eyes and nodded.

“What does that mean, Tim?”

“Well, uh…” Tim cleared his throat. “Uh, well, yes.”

“If you don’t want to talk, why the fuck did I remove that gag?”

“N-No! I – I mean, yes, I like it too.”

“Like what, Tim?” the man sneered.

“Uh, I well, I like doing her breasts too.”

“Say it like I want to hear it, Tim.”

“I – I like to fuck them.”

Jam had decided to test his chief’s opinion about sliding his organ between her breasts, because he had managed to push his hips towards her body, the tip of his naked organ grazing on the soft mounds. He dragged it across the expanse and then cupped them together, trying to push his penis between them. Squatting beside her prone body, her head away from him to service his other friend Jay, was making it difficult for him to achieve his goal.

“Twist your body this way, you sweet cunt! Let me fuck your tits!”

“If that cock comes out of your mouth, you have had it, bitch!” Jay warned, pumping his organ steadily in and out of her mouth.

Sam did twist her body without stopping the up and down movements of her head. She felt Jam’s slimy organ slide up and down her cleavage and then his hands roughly pushed her breasts together.

“Let me hold them for you,” the voice belonged to Lucky and she felt his hands replace Jam’s on her breasts. Lucky not only pressed her breasts harder around Jay’s organ, but also managed to tweak her hard nipples.

At the opposite side, Sonny stood on the floor, his hands on her knees, forcing them apart even further. He pushed his penis towards her gaping vagina and rubbed the tip back and forth the slit.

“Ah, this cunt is really hot! I’m not even inside it, but hell, it’s burning my cock!” he groaned.

“Tell him to fuck her cunt with his cock, Tim,” the man said, continuing to stare at the group on the divan.

“Ah shit, I don’t care what that son of a bitch says, I’m going to fuck her anyway,” Sonny grunted.

“Stop it right there, Sonny,” the man said in the same flat voice. “I want Tim here to tell you to go ahead and fuck his wife.”

Sonny stopped pushing his legs against hers and grinned crookedly.

“I’m waiting,” he announced.

“Go on, Tim,” the man said, turning to look Tim squarely in his eyes. “Tell my pal to fuck your wife’s cunt with his cock.”

Tim flushed hotly, his own penis aroused, much to his dismay. He had no other choice in the matter and he knew that the man knew it as well. He hoped Sam would understand.

“F-Fuck her,” he whispered.

“He didn’t hear you,” the man told him.

“Fuck her,” Tim repeated in a stronger voice.

“Put it succinctly, please, Tim. You know what I want you to say. Or, do you want me to get serious?”

“Fuck her pussy with your cock,” Tim blurted.

“I like it when you call it cunt,” the man smirked.

“Fuck her cunt with your cock,” Tim said.

“My pleasure,” Sonny laughed and lifting Sam’s legs up till they were almost perpendicular to the rest of her body lying on the divan, he pushed his hips towards her.

In spite of having Jay’s penis sliding in and out of her mouth, Sam gasped when she felt Sonny’s huge organ slam inside her vagina. Holding her legs high in the air, Sonny began to stroke his penis in and out of her, immediately setting up a fast, furious rhythm, pushing her body up over the divan so that Jay’s penis literally gagged her while Jam speared her breasts with his penis.

Sam felt light-headed and was bewildered by the goings on around her. She had never in her wildest imagination thought that no less than four men would service her simultaneously.

Sonny slammed in and out of her vagina, stretching the walls wide open with the immense size of his organ and she fought to breathe as Jay stuffed her mouth with his own penis. Lucky continued to tweak her nipples, holding her breasts close to each other around Jay’s shaft sliding slickly between them.

Lucky reached up and grabbed one of her hand, guiding it down and silently urging her to grip his shaft. She closed her fist around the throbbing flesh and without having to be told, she began jerking it back and forth, masturbating him while he watched her breasts being so ruthlessly speared by his friend’s organ.

“Shit, Jay. Your cock looks so damned brown between her tits!”

“Just turn around and watch Sonny’s black cock fucking her white cunt, Lucky. Now, isn’t that a sight for sore eyes?”

Tim was thoroughly defeated. His mind was numb and refused to work. He gave up on trying to ignore his erection and suddenly had a desperate urge to relieve the tension building inside him.

Damn it, he thought. That was his wife being gang banged by a bunch of thugs and this guy sitting next to him was the one who had started it all. He should be trying to be brave and maybe throw himself at this crazy man they called ‘chief’, at least he had to show some semblance of fight. But the moment these thoughts crept into his mind, he knew that it would be futile to attempt doing anything.

And there was Sam, he thought. That she definitely had a couple of orgasms when this chief was doing those things to her was a fact. As he now stared at her, he wondered whether her buttocks were really wriggling or was that just a trick of the light? Did Sam really love this? Four men around her, touching her, stroking into her various orifices and openings, talking lewdly, breathing, kissing…

Lucky, whose shaft she was masturbating, now cupped her wriggling buttocks. “Jeeze, look at this ass! Hey guys, get this bitch on the floor.”

They had an amazing understanding between each other. It was as if they had done this a number of times before.

Sam found herself on her knees on the floor. Sonny was behind her and he yanked her buttocks up, plunging his shaft into her from behind and holding her up against him. Her back was pressed against Sonny’s chest and she had to lean back to support herself. This gave Lucky the opportunity of hunching in front of her and guiding his shaft between her breasts, a place that had up until recently been occupied by Jam’s organ. Jay and Jam stood on either sides of her body and she had to whip her head from side to side to take their organs in her mouth, one after the other. When she wasn’t sucking one organ she was jerking it with her hand.

Tim realized that his wife wasn’t exactly reluctant anymore. In fact, he detected a sense of urgency about her movements. It was as if she couldn’t keep her hands and mouth and her sex away from attention.

Sam was amazed that these ruffians had actually turned her on. She was also aware that another orgasm was imminent and when it did hit her, she no longer pretended as if nothing had happened. She moaned aloud and began to push her buttocks harder against Sonny. She sucked deeply on Lucky’s short, but thick shaft, urging him to go deeper inside.

“Oh fuck, this bitch is loving it, oh my god, she’s sucking my cock like she wants to eat it all! Oh shit, oh yes man, I’m going to come!”

“Hey, hold your horses, Lucky. Remember what we discussed?” the man spoke from his chair, watching the proceedings with great interest.

Tim vaguely wondered what they had planned. His penis had become so hard that he was feeling uncomfortable and he was almost on the point of asking the man to free his bonds so that he could at least masturbate to ease the tension.

The sounds that the group was making were pretty loud. The men were grunting and groaning and through all that noise, Tim could hear the faint moans that his wife was uttering.

Sonny now gripped her waist and stood at his full height, no longer crouching as he had been before. That was to change the angle with which his organ was thrusting into her from behind. He slid his hands up the sides of her body and reached for her breasts, still wrapped around Lucky’s shaft.

“Let me hold them for you,” Sonny gasped, pinching the nipples and crushing the breasts together. Lucky watched with glazed eyes as his manhood completely disappeared between her unbelievable melons.

“Way to go,” he yelled, speeding his thrusts to send his shaft gliding faster and faster in her cleavage.

Sam was slurping wetly on Jam’s shaft and jerking Jay’s wildly. It must have been for too long because Jay said, “Don’t forget my dick, slut.”

Like a windshield wiper, her head whipped to the other side and she engulfed Jay’s penis, now jerking on Jam’s wet shaft.

She was one wet mountain of lust and desire. Pushing back to meet Sonny’s hard thrusts, she was also managing to jerk the upper part of her body up and down to masturbate Lucky’s organ with her breasts.

Just as suddenly, she felt her juices beginning to boil. She was taken aback by the suddenness and by the desperate need to orgasm.

She uttered a long drawn out cry that ended in a whimper when Jay’s shaft hit the back of her throat. And then, she was climaxing.

A low growl escaped Tim’s wide-open mouth as he watched his wife attain yet another orgasm. Her face was flushed, cheeks hollowing and puffing furiously as she sucked hard on Jay’s shaft, at the same time, moving up and down to masturbate Lucky’s organ with her breasts.

“Time, guys!” Sonny yelled suddenly, whipping his penis out of Sam’s vagina. The immense shaft, black and hard, glistened with the juices as he now gripped it in his fist, beginning to jerk it furiously.

Things happened so fast, that it surprised Sam.

She suddenly found herself lying on the floor on her back, spread-eagled. Her long legs were wide open as were her eyes as she watched the four men range around her.

Sonny stood over her, his feet planted on the floor beside her waist. Lucky stood at her head while the other two men at her sides. It became suddenly apparent what they intended to do.

They were going to ejaculate all over her!

“That’s it, boys,” yelled their chief excitedly. “Give that slut a cum bath! Let that spunk fly over her and paint her white body! Now, boys, now!”

Lucky exploded first. His sperm splattered over her blonde hair and then he adjusted the direction by guiding his bursting organ so that the next bursts landed over her heaving bosom.

Jam went next. He cried out, his eyes shut as he let go, spraying his sperm over her belly. Sonny, inflamed by the sight of his two buddies coming over the white woman shouted, “Oh shit, I’m going to come, I’m going to come! Take this, you little cunt, take this!”

His flow was almost entirely directed on her breasts and she felt the heavy drops slapping her there. A stray burst almost blinded her and she hastily wiped the smear off with her hand.

The last to come was Jay, that tall look-alike of the chief.

“I want to come in her mouth, chief!”

The man laughed. Sam glanced at him and noticed that he was smoking a cigarette. Her glance shifted toward her husband and she noticed that Tim’s penis was straining upward, hard and erect. She looked briefly into his eyes and then the vision was blocked by Jay’s throbbing penis, which lowered down till it was stuffed inside her mouth. Crouching over her, he pumped his penis in and out of her mouth.

“God, Sonny, if her cunt is as tight as her mouth, I reckon you are really fucked up!” he gasped, increasing the rhythm of his strokes.

Finally, she felt his sperm hitting the back of her throat. Surprisingly, the flow was so copious that even if she wanted to swallow it all, she wouldn’t have been able to. Almost half of his ejaculate dribbled out from the corners of her mouth, leaking down over her chin to land on her breasts.

For the first time, she felt exhausted. This had been incredible. Five men, counting the chief, had all violated her and she had lost count of how many times each of them had done her in how many different ways. And now, she was literally drenched with their juices. There it was dribbling over her forehead, some was in her hair, yet there was that large amount of it coated over her breasts and of course her face, her belly and finally, her mouth. And she wasn’t forgetting the most important part where a stranger’s sperm had deposited: her vagina!

Her eyes rolled inside her head and suddenly she was out like a light.

She vaguely remembered that since coming off the plane, the only time she had closed her eyes was when the man had drugged them.

She didn’t know it, but she was immediately snoring!

******

The man seemed to have a thing about showers.

It felt to her that it had hardly been about fifteen minutes after she had fell asleep and now here she was back in the bathroom and under those bunched-up shower nozzles, allowing the cold water to pelt her naked body like a fusillade of bullets.

What was even more disturbing was the fact that the man too was standing beside her under the shower, equally naked and her husband, still bound to the chair was glaring at them from the doorway.

It was disturbing because she knew that eventually the man would get aroused and she would have to satiate him again. She was not at all confident that she could take this anymore. She felt worn out, used up and completely exhausted.

“Nice little gang bang that one, huh?” the man sniggered, rubbing the bar of soap furiously across his chest. She tried to ignore the man’s penis swaying between his legs, trying to imagine that it was the most grotesque thing in the world. Deep inside, she accepted that it was, on the contrary, truly magnificent. It wasn’t all about the size, but the way he had used it and brought her to orgasm.

“I ask questions, I expect you to answer, bitch.”

Hastily she nodded at him. “Y-yes, it was,” she whispered.

“What?” the man insisted on a more detailed answer.

“It was a good fuck,” she replied tonelessly.

Tim flinched. No doubt he was aroused; after all, he reasoned, which man wouldn’t sport an erection when he gets to watch a woman made love to by a group of men? It didn’t matter then whether that woman was a wife, a sister, a mother or even a daughter, he thought.

Tim had a rather painful erection by now. The rest of the gang had disappeared and for now it was only the man and his wife in the room for company. Plus, he thought that Sam was looking cuter and somehow sexier than before. For too long had he borne it and he felt that if the tension couldn’t be relieved, he did have a stroke. Without realizing what he was saying, he blurted out,

“Damn it man, I need to get off!”

Sam was astonished and bewildered. She froze; her hands lathering her breasts froze as well. Her eyes went wide and she stared at her husband squirming in the chair.

The man wasn’t fazed at all. On the contrary, it seemed that he had expected Tim to say these words eventually. He let out a harsh laugh.

“Poor Tim,” he sneered, his hands going down to soap his penis. “Look at his poor cock! It’s difficult, isn’t it, Tim? Watching your pretty little white wife getting fucked in every which way possible and not being able to participate? You want to jerk off, Tim?”

Tim felt the color rising on his face and he nodded, trying to avoid his wife’s glance.

The man chuckled. He thrust his hips out to allow the water rinse the soap off his organ.

“Sonny!” he roared.

The other men had left immediately after having satiated themselves and were in the adjacent room. Sam, now flushing deeply as she realized her husband’s predicament, could hear noises in the other bathroom. What was it about these men, she thought? Each one seemed to be fixated on showering.

A couple of minutes went by before the connecting door opened and the black man entered. He was wearing shorts and was wiping his glistening body with a skimpy cotton towel.

“You called chief?” he asked, glancing casually at Sam.

“Hubby here wants to jerk off,” the man told his friend.

Sonny laughed mirthlessly. “I was beginning to think that maybe his dick was going to burst out on its own. It’s about time, pal,” he continued, walking to the chair on which Tim was bound.

“Just free his right hand and stand over him while he jerks off,” the man advised.

As Sonny leaned down to obey his chief, Sam noticed that the man was shutting off the showers. Luckily, she had managed to rinse off all the soap and she now stood uncertainly, watching the man walk up to her, his penis dangling between his legs.

Tim shook his freed right hand gingerly, letting the blood circulate through his arm. Even though one hand was free, Tim knew it would be futile to try to free himself off the chair. The man had carefully knotted the rope well behind and in the center of the chair, so there was no way he could get his free hand to undo the knot.

Tim’s engorged penis stood straight up, pointing at the ceiling.

“Maybe it would help if you could watch your wife sucking me off again, pal,” the man said, putting his hands on her shoulders and forcing her to kneel down on the bathroom tiles in front of him.

Sam knelt without any resistance. Her will had been broken down completely, and besides, she thought, if Tim really had a problem with his erection, it was her duty to help him ease it off, though she would have preferred to help him out there.

“Just pretend its your cock she is sucking, buddy,” the man said, wrapping his fingers in her hair and pulling her head closer to his penis.

“Okay, slut. It’s time. I don’t know if you can make me come again so soon after I have just fucked you out. But having my cock fucked by your mouth isn’t a problem with me; maybe you can get it hard again, huh? Don’t just stare at me, whore, open your mouth and take that cock inside.”

Putting her husband out of her mind and out of her sight, she bent down and slipped her lips past the limp organ. Because he wasn’t erect, she could easily slide the entire length inside her mouth.

“Ah, yes. What a wonderful cock sucker this bitch is!” the man said, thrusting his hips back and forth, still clutching her hair. “Go on, pal, jerk that stiff cock off!”

Tim watched from the chair, his glazed eyes taking in the sight of his wife sucking the man’s penis avidly, her breasts, still wet from the shower, jiggling heavily beneath. Sonny stood there nonchalantly, continuing to watch the woman pleasing his boss.

“Go on, man, wrap that hand on your boner and wank it off before we change our minds and tie you up again,” Sonny said.

His mouth open, sweat rolling off his forehead and eyes fixed at the sight of his wife’s lips sliding up and down the engorged penis, Tim wrapped his right fist around his erection, shuddering uncontrollably when he touched the sensitive flesh.

Sam watched her husband’s fist begin to move up and down over his distended member. Without realizing it she began to move her head up and down the man’s organ with the same rhythm that Tim was stroking himself with.

“Hmmm,” the man groaned, bucking his hips back and forth furiously. “I’m telling you pal, your wife really sucks mean! I’ve had a few broads sucking my cock before, but this slut ups the grade all the way! Oh yes, bitch, slurp on it like that, oh shit yes, that fucking tongue! Oh god, this is great! More saliva, slut, more saliva! I want to see my cock all wet with your saliva.”

Tim had thought that he would orgasm with just a couple of strokes; he was highly aroused. But amazingly, he didn’t. It was almost as if he wanted his wife to go on and on with the man.

“Just a minute, bitch,” the man said, pulling his organ out of her mouth abruptly. “Just buckle your body backward, ah yes, back, bitch, back.”

She knew that the man wanted her to kneel as close to Tim as possible so that her husband could have a close-up of her lips sliding up and down the flesh. She was right, because when they were scarcely a couple of feet away from Tim, he stopped pushing her and said, “Now, baby, take that cock back in your mouth!”

Without hesitation, her eyes still fixed on her husband’s erection, she lowered her head and took him back into her mouth.

Tim stared at the sight of his wife’s mouth opening wide and then closing around the brown cylinder. He increased the pace of his fist around his penis and then abruptly, slowed down again. Oh god, he thought. I am depraved. He usually slowed down when he wanted to prolong his orgasm and here he was, watching his wife suck on a stranger’s penis and wanting to prolong his own climax!

Sam noticed it too and she wasn’t shocked at all. She had given up on reacting to surprises. There had been too many of them, primarily, the fact that she was enjoying giving head to the chief again.

She closed her eyes and began to savor the feeling of the man’s flesh inside her mouth. She ran her tongue across the underside of the penis continuing to rock her head back and forth. She let more saliva out of her to coat his hot penis and she fondled his dangling scrotum with her hands.

The man felt the difference immediately and smiled triumphantly. He knew that this American was one hell of a horny lady, but was surprised that she had broken down so soon.

Tim was groaning softly as he continued to masturbate, staring at Sam.

“She’s good,” the man muttered, “my good little big tit whore, she’s fantastic! I love the way you are doing it to me baby, I really do. And for that, I reckon you need a gift from me!”

It was as though she hadn’t heard him at all. She increased the suction of her mouth around his penis and began to suck him more avidly.

“Sonny, just pull her ass towards you and fuck her from behind her.”

Once again, Tim slowed down the pace of his fist wrapped around his throbbing penis. He watched as Sonny stood behind Sam and pulled her up by her waist even as she continued sucking on the chief’s penis.

“That’s like it, Sonny. Ah, my little big tit slut, you want that black cock up your cunt, don’t you?”

Sam didn’t even hesitate when she nodded, but opened her eyes and stared at the man. She pulled her head away from his penis and licked the flesh with her tongue till her saliva dripped off it.

“My lovely whore! She deserves this gift. Go on, Sonny, fuck her!”

Sonny reached inside his shorts and fished out his erect penis. He didn’t bother removing his shorts, letting them lie in place as he crouched behind her and thrust his hips out at her.

“Ugghhh…” she gasped when she felt Sonny’s huge penis thrusting inside her wet vagina, driving her forward. She opened her mouth quickly to take the man’s penis back into her mouth: in fact, Sonny had thrust into her to drive her forward till the man’s penis was lodged deep inside her throat.

Sonny gripped the sides of her waist while the man yanked her head towards his groin by holding her by her long hair. Together, the men began to push and pull.

“Hold it, Sonny, don’t get carried away like that. When I fuck into her mouth, you fuck right inside her cunt, okay? That will give her two cocks inside her at the same time. And when I back out, you do that too, huh? Got that?”

“Gotcha!” Sonny muttered hoarsely as he matched his chief’s rhythm.

Sam moaned as the men assaulted her. She drove her buttocks back against the thrusting penis that repeatedly pushed inside and pulled outside her swollen vagina. Too, she began to move her head back and forth, countering the man’s penis invading her mouth.

“Go at it, Tim,” the man cried out, reaching down to fondle her swaying breasts. “I would like it better if you give some more encouragement to your wife; not that she requires it, but we’d love to hear you tell her what to do, if you know what I mean.”

Tim grunted, his fist now rapidly moving up and down his straining shaft.

“Tim! You heard me the first time,” the man repeated. “You don’t do as I say and you know the punishment for that. Maybe you will get to fuck your shaft with your hands now, but I promise you that if you don’t do as I say, this will be the last time you get to do it.”

“Suck his cock, Sam,” Tim muttered hoarsely. “That’s it, baby, suck that cock. Push your ass back harder, ah yes, take that black cock inside your cunt, oh yeah, you like that Sam, don’t you? You like sucking on one cock while another fucks you up your cunt, don’t you, Sam darling?”

Sam’s eyes flickered to her husband and she nodded imperceptibly. She had to acknowledge the fact that this strange man was a master at this sort of thing. All those fantasies that she and Tim played out were coming true despite the fact that this was rape. If she really liked what was happening to her, she reckoned, it was the same as those fantasies that she and her husband played out on a regular basis.

“Go on, pal,” Sonny gasped, thrusting harder and faster into her. “You don’t need too much of a vocabulary to get that right. Go on, tell her like you want to.”

“Lick around that cock, baby! Let me see your tongue washing his fucking cock.”

Sam drew her head back and let her tongue play over the chief’s now erect phallus.

“Don’t slow down with that ass. Grind it back, yeah, like that! Fuck that cock inside your cunt, honey.”

She drew one hanging testicle in her mouth, her nose pressed against the base of the man’s penis. The man tightened his grip on her breasts and moved to one side, urging her to take the other testicle in her mouth. He slapped her face with his erect penis while she sucked and licked his scrotum.

Tim was almost over the edge by now. Even if the man would have wanted him to be quiet, Tim knew he wouldn’t succeed in doing so.

“Ahhh, ooohhh, oh god, you really like it, Sam, don’t you? Go on, put that cock back in your mouth, ah yes, yes, now suck it, harder, now, faster! I want to see your cheeks gulping away…Jesus, oh fuck, oh god, oh, oh, oh, please help me, oh god, I’m cummmm…”

They watched as the semen jetted up in an arc from the tip of his penis. His face contorted, his eyes bulging and still staring at the sight of his wife with two penises inside her, he shuddered and grunted as he emptied himself, unmindful of the liquid smearing his belly and legs.

“Oh shit, this guy really had it stored inside him good,” Sonny muttered driving his body harder against Sam’s and in turn pushing her deeper towards his chief’s penis.

“Yeah,” the chief answered wistfully, still fondling the blonde’s breasts.

She continued to stare at her husband, twisting and writhing in the chair as the last drops of his semen dribbled out from his penis. Tim continued to stroke his shaft and continued to watch his wife’s body rocking back and forth between the two men.

The chief drew his shaft out of her mouth and holding it at the base, rubbed the wet head over her face.

“Aahhh, that feels so good, huh? Your face is real smooth and silky, almost like the inside of your cunt. Me? I don’t go in for freckles and all that shit. I like it when its smooth like this. Ah yes, it feels so good!”

She kept her mouth open as he stroked the tip of his shaft over her forehead, lowering it to her nose before sliding it against her cheeks. He even rubbed it over her ears and her chin before easing it back into her mouth.

As the gleaming cylinder slipped into her mouth, she clamped it with her lips, driving her face down to take the entire length inside. Her hands came into play: she grabbed his scrotum in her right fist and clutched the base of his penis with the fingers of her left hand. He thrust his hips out and then eased back, drawing his penis completely out of her mouth.

Watching this entire sequence apparently fired Sonny up. He suddenly increased the speed of his movements. His thighs smacked against her buttocks and upper thighs and he slid a hand down between her legs. His finger found her clitoris and he seized it between his fingers, twisting the erect nub around.

She moaned, sucking the shaft in her mouth frenziedly. The man began to pump his hips back and forth, clutching her swollen breasts and pinching the erect nipples.

Tim watched from the chair, his mouth open, hands still stroking his wet shaft. He noticed the frenzied pace that Sonny had set up countering the thrusts of his boss.

“Ah, but she is really tight, oh yeah, she’s really gripping my dick, chief, oh shit, oh yes, oh yes,” Sonny became so repetitive that all too soon he was incoherently babbling and grunting.

Just as suddenly, and without interrupting the rhythm, he slid his penis out of her vagina and stroked back and forth with the stiff cylinder lying between the cheeks of her buttocks. He squeezed the firm flesh of her buttocks together to wrap the smooth skin around his shaft and Tim thought, oh god, it was just like he had seen the man do her breasts; only this time, with Sonny’s erection in the cleft of her buttocks, it seemed like he was doing a pair of breasts without nipples!

Tim clearly saw the semen burst forth from the tip of Sonny’s pumping penis. The liquid spurted out in a series of short and powerful bursts that splattered Tim’s wife from the top of her spine right down to her buttocks. Sonny thrust a couple of his fingers inside her vulva as he ejaculated.

The man was obviously excited by what he saw, because Tim watched the semen flowing out of his wife’s mouth, aware that she was desperately trying to swallow as much as she could.

“Take this, you white slut! Swallow that load, oh yes, look at that face, will you, Tim? See all that cum on it? Ah, yes, now, you bitch, take it back in your mouth, ah yes, yes, suck it till it is dry, oh yes!”

As she let her tongue sweep across the semi-limp flesh, she glanced at Tim. Her husband was still stroking his penis and she noticed that it was still hard!

Sonny noticed it too and laughed harshly. “Look at that fucker, chief! The son of a bitch just refuses to go down!”

Tim had unconsciously increased the pace with which he was masturbating. He was aware of the sweat rolling off his forehead, but at that moment, he had his eyes only on his wife.

“Do you want your wife to suck your cock, Tim?” the man asked slyly, his hands caressing Pam’s blonde hair, almost gently.

That made Tim stop what he was doing. His hand abruptly stopped stroking his penis and a strange look came over his face.

“I take that as a yes,” the man laughed, now backing away slightly to rub his wet penis over her face.

Sam looked at her husband who was looking, rather hopefully, she thought, at the man.

“Well, say something, asshole!” the man laughed.

Red faced, breathing heavily and still looking at the man, he nodded rapidly, as if afraid that the stranger would change his mind.

Sonny laughed mirthlessly, kneading Sam’s buttocks, and in the process, spreading his sperm over the firm globes.

“Men!” he said sarcastically. “That’s why I don’t want to get married, Chief! Who knows what the fuck the wife will get up to once my back is turned? And what if I want to get laid by another bitch?”

The man pushed his hips up to press his wet penis against Sam’s face and then abruptly backed away.

“Okay, my little randy whore. You know what he wants. Go on, crawl on your knees up to that wimp and blow him. Maybe, it should be interesting to watch, huh Sonny?”

“Like they say they have live shows abroad?” Sonny asked.

Sam gazed at her husband who was looking into her eyes. She detected a strange, almost confused look in his eyes and a part of her heart went out to him. He was in an utterly hopeless situation and they both knew it.

And so was she, she thought, crawling on her hands and knees towards him. It didn’t take long for her to reach him: he was barely a few feet away from them.

Tim stared hungrily at his wife. He could see the man’s juices still dribbling down her lips and her chin. Too, there was the slimy fluid across her back: that of Sonny. Her hair hung around her cute oval face and he could see her breasts hanging down as well.

Did he really want this? Would he actually make his wife take him in her mouth? Was this humiliation, or was it excitement? Had he really degenerated to such an extent that he couldn’t control his animal instincts despite having watched his wife being ravaged in every which way possible by four strangers?

It was too late for him to try and find the answers, because by then, Sam was beside his chair and was hesitantly reaching out for his hard penis, which he still gripped in his fist.

“No hands, bitch!” the man roared.

She heard Sonny snigger at the chief’s order.

She had really no choice. She was as confused as her husband was. So, she let her palms rest on the cold floor and wedged her body against her husband’s thighs. She could see his throbbing penis now as he let it out of his clenched fist. The veins pulsed and his juices dribbled down the shaft.

She decided to no longer look into his eyes. She didn’t know whether she was doing this out of fear, out of sympathy for Tim or to respond to the crazy hunger inside her.

She felt like she was a voracious nymphomaniac as she thrust her face over his penis. She felt his hand grasp the back of her head and pull her down over his erection.

“No hands for you too, punk! You have used it enough,” said the man.

And so Tim sat there on the chair, one hand resting on his hip, his body frantically struggling against the ropes that fastened him to the chair, his head thrown back, eyes shut and his mouth open.

She lowered her face and took him in her mouth. He tried to thrust upward, tried to ram his shaft inside her mouth, but the ropes held him back onto the chair.

She slid half of his length inside her mouth and began to lick the shaft with her tongue. He moaned and looked down at the sight of her lips sliding down and then going all the way up. His shaft, with no guide with her mouth off it, slapped against his belly and she raised herself up on her knees to take it back in her mouth.

He cried out, whether in agony or ecstasy, she did not know and now she didn’t care either. There was no longer any feeling of sympathy. She no longer thought that he needed release from his predicament; all she wanted now was his juice inside her, the shaft rubbing against the side of her mouth.

Her large breasts rubbed against his bare thighs as she settled down to take the entire length of his penis inside her mouth. He felt her hard nipples grazing against his skin.

She allowed his prick to pop out of her mouth and began to lick him desperately. She lowered her mouth and licked his scrotum, taking each into her mouth and sucking avidly on it till he grunted and cried out, almost in pain.

Then, her tongue swept up from the base of the shaft to its tip. She let it linger at the bulbous head, gently licking the head before dragging the tip from the tip to the base all over again.

Tim watched in fascination as she made a pout of her lush lips and rubbed his penis between them. She wedged it sideways inside her mouth before finally settling to taking him back right to the hilt till her nose was buried in his pubic hair. For a long time she did not move, just sucking gently, allowing her tongue to sweep the expanse of the hot flesh, and then gradually she began to raise and lower her head.

“Shit, chief, that is really hot!” Sonny muttered.

“Isn’t it? I told you so. There’s something about them whities that gets to you. I reckon they feel the same when they watch blacks doing it like that!” the man replied.

Tim had stopped grunting and begun to emit what sounded like strange and incoherent gurgles. His head was thrown back and his mouth was wide open. He was sweating.

Sam increased the pace of her movements. She sucked avidly, voraciously till he thought she would bite him off.

“Ahh, ugghhh, ah yes, oh yes, yes, I’m going to cum, I’m coming, oh yes, oh, ah, yes…”

“If you cum in her mouth, I’m gonna whip your ass,” the man remarked caustically and Sonny sniggered. “I want to see your cum splatter all over her slut face!”

Sam heard him as well. She felt her husband’s penis swell inside her mouth and instinctively knew that he was about to orgasm. Quickly, she pulled her head back just as the first burst exploded out of his shaft and onto her nose. The second burst landed on her cheek and the third splattered over her forehead.

“Ah yes,” the man said. “Just like they show it in those fuck films. Bend down your head slut and let it wash your hair!”
Sam obeyed, her eyes closed.

“Aahhhhh!” Tim uttered shuddering and shivering in the chair. His climax had been complete and now, instead of basking in the aftermath, the guilt returned in full force.

He could no longer keep his eyes open, no longer bear to look at his wife, at her abject humiliation.

“Oh god,” he moaned, surprised that there were tears trailing down his cheeks, “oh Jesus, oh my god, what the hell have I done?”

Sam looked at her husband, his juices still wet on her face and in her hair. For a moment, she thought about telling him that it was all right, everything was going to be okay and they would soon get out of this mess. But, something stopped her from speaking out. Instead, she glanced furtively at the other two men in the room.

“Stop sobbing, you fucking wimp!” the man remarked sarcastically. “First you watch your wife getting gang banged and you get your cock all worked up and hot. Then you tell her, I mean, really tell her to go on and give it to us, egg her on to fuck with Sonny here and suck me off. You keep getting harder and harder, start to jack off till you finally scream out that you want to blow your fucking load and you want your wife to help you with that. And now, you feel guilty and want to sob? Come on pal, gimme a break! I would have thought you would beg to get untied and join the fucking fun!”

Sonny snickered – it was getting to be a habit – and said, “Jeeze, chief, that makes it all the better. Now, if only this little white slut begins to sob and moan and cry! That would be real fun, huh? Nothing like breaking a dry cunt and drawing blood!”

The man chuckled, walking up to Tim’s chair and gently slapping his cheek. “There, Tim, that was just a small pat. Next time, I’ll want to smack you just that bit harder. Behave man; you look weird sobbing like that with your cock all wet with juices and your wife still kneeling there with it all over her pretty face. Clam up, punk!”

Tim lowered his face; his eyes still squeezed shut, his body heaving with the effort of trying to quit sobbing. He knew that things really did not look so good for him. He could have at least tried to shout, struggle or maybe bite one of those guys when he had the chance to. Instead, he had encouraged them, put up with them, obeyed their commands and degraded his wife.

He looked at Sam through and noticed the strange glint in her eyes. He couldn’t recognize the look because he had never seen that before. It wasn’t anger, it wasn’t hurt, it wasn’t sympathy and god knows it wasn’t lust.

She held his gaze for a long time before lowering her eyes to the ground.

Sonny had pulled his shorts back on and the chief was in the process of pulling on his shorts as well.

“All right, Sonny. You and the guys take a ride. Just be careful not to wander too far off. I want at least two of you to be at hand – just in case, okay? Arrange for some grub for us. I had told this slut that I was going to have a private talk with her. Reckon its time for me to do that. Oh yeah, don’t forget to tie this wimp’s hands back on.”

Sam looked up at the man, wondering what he wanted to talk to her about. She watched Sonny walk up to Tim.

“Its okay, slut. Let’s say I want to write down my memoirs, huh? I’m just gonna ask you a few things. I’m interested, believe me.”

Sonny had tied back Tim’s hand to the chair. He looked up at his boss. “Hey chief, what about the tape on this asshole’s mouth?”

“It goes back. I don’t want him to sob so loud that someone in the hotel call the cops in.”

******

TITLE: THE TRIP – Ch. 2

DESCRIPTION: Sam gets gang banged…and enjoys?

CATEGORY: Interracial

Tim was tired. His body had become numb. Being tied to the chair, unable to move with those nylon ropes having effectively restricted all his movements save for his wrists and his buttocks, had given him the cramps.

But what did bother him the most was the fact that his penis had become uncomfortably erect at the sight of the man having his way with Sam. True, he did feel sick with the whole affair and if given a chance, he would surely have killed the man. But he felt humiliated that he actually had an erection. Damn it, he thought, his wife was getting raped; though technically, the man had still not had actual intercourse with her. What the man had done so far, in Tim’s opinion, was far more degrading than what could have been had he just performed the ‘conventional’ rape.

Tim had never identified with rape and whenever he read about it or saw such scenes being depicted in movies, he had felt sick. (It was okay, he thought, to use rape purely as a medium of fantasy when he was making it with his wife). And that was precisely why he felt so humiliated about the fact that he had erected when he witnessed the scene.

He consoled himself that the erection could have been as a result of having watched his wife, a truly beautiful, desirable and sexy woman so exposed. But he realized that he was kidding himself.

After the man had spurted his seed all over Sam’s body, Tim, for the first time, felt strangely excited. For the first time in that room, he yearned to ejaculate. And that was what was making him feel so degrading and guilty.

When he saw the look in Sam’s eyes, he understood that she had climaxed. Maybe she hadn’t enjoyed the man doing it to her – right from the time that the man had put his mouth over her sex following it up with a finger, to the time he had finally inserted his organ between her breasts and spurted his sperm, Sam did not actually look like she was in any kind of pain. At least, that was what Tim thought. Hell, she must have enjoyed it.

Again, he imagined what would have been his condition if a gorgeous woman had forced him to have sex with her in the presence of Sam. He couldn’t help but feel almost sorry for her.

The man had casually brought a handful of towels from the bathroom.

“Now, slut, I’m going to untie you, ok? But I want you to know that if you begin to get ideas of escaping, you are sunk. Forget just the acid, my pals outside are itching for you to try getting out of here. But first, let me have that shower.”

The man walked back into the bathroom and stood under the spray of the four showers with the door wide open and the couple stared at him as he cleaned himself up.

“That was great, fucking great! We got to do it all over again. What do you think, Tim?” the man was grinning as he rubbed the soap all over his body, paying particular attention to his groin, maybe just to tease them, Tim thought.

Tim couldn’t answer simply because the man had still not removed the tape off the shocked man’s mouth. Sam, lying trussed up in the bed was staring into the bathroom, and this meant that Tim couldn’t see her face as his chair was on the other side. He could see her breasts, large and proud, still heaving and the puddle of the man’s sperm dribbling over her breasts and down to her belly. The place between her legs was wet too and her vagina was wide open.

“Poor Tim,” the man mocked, standing under the shower to allow the water to wash the soap off his body. “Son of a bitch can’t tell us how horny he is and how he can’t wait to jack off!”

Tim dragged his eyes away from his wife’s nude body and stared at the man.

Finished with his shower, the man stood beside the bed, near Sam and on the other side of Tim, now toweling his body. His much-abused penis had finally become limp and lay dangling between his legs. It looked much smaller now.

“Your turn for a shower, slut,” he said to Sam. “I’m going to release the bonds and I would like to remind you what I had told you would happen if you were to try something funny, something I wouldn’t like. Neither, I assure you would my friends like it, and yes, they must be just as eager to take a shot at your cunt!”

He tossed the towel over his shoulders and bent down over Sam, his hands working at the ropes that tied her wrists to the posts. “You be a good girl as you have been so far and I promise you better things. We need some food now, at least the two of us, considering that we have been having such strenuous exercises!”

When her hands were finally freed, she brought them together, rubbing her wrists to get the circulation going, still staring at the man.

“Next time, my pretty little whore, you are going to do the moving, see? I would like you to crouch over me and fuck my cock with your tits, okay?”

She glanced at Tim who was staring at the man.

“Okay?” the man repeated, pausing with his hands on the bonds that held her feet.

Hurriedly she tore her eyes away from her husband and nodded at the man. “Y-yes,” she whispered.

“Speak up,” he commanded. “And give me the entire answer!”

“Yes,” she said more clearly now. “I’ll do what you say.”

“And what did I say just now?” the man leered, enjoying her discomfort.

“That you wanted me to be above you and do you with my breasts,” she replied, this time, blushing. She had nothing against his type of language and in fact, she enjoyed dirty talk, as did Tim. But this man was after all a complete stranger.

“Did I say it like that, Tim?” the man mimicked her. “Say it like I asked you to.” His voice was whip-like when he uttered the command.

“Yes, I will fuck your c-cock with my tits,” she declared.

The man chuckled, and satisfied, he began undoing the bonds. “No closing the bathroom door. Did I? Next time around, I want you to do a lot of talking, my sweet whore. This time around, I guess I did most of the talking, huh? And while you get ready for round two, I guess maybe I’ll have to talk with my pals waiting outside. Their cocks must be bursting inside their pants.” He laughed and then glanced at Tim.

“Don’t lose hope, pal. You are going to have a shower as well even if you did not have the kind of exercise that your wife and me had. But maybe, just maybe, I’ll set you free to do that only after my pals have a piece of that swell pussy!”

For the first time, Sam ventured forth to ask him a question.

“Please, may I ask you a question?”

The man was delighted. “I was thinking I was talking to a computer. They answer only if they have been previously programmed. Way to go, honey pot! Fire away your question. Only, you know which ones cannot be answered.”

“D-do y-you r-really mean t-that your friends are a-also g-going to…” her voice trailed off.

“Fuck with you?” he finished the question for her. “But of course, baby. Didn’t I say you were going to be raped? Certainly, what we did just now wasn’t exactly rape considering you so enjoyed it! And let me tell you, bitch, you will enjoy my pals too! You ever had more than one cock around you bitch? Just think of it. One up inside your hot little twat, another fucking your pretty little mouth, another maybe up your ass and we’ll figure out how another could fuck those big tits of yours. If there’s a problem, you could take turns blowing out one cock after the other while a pair jams both your holes down there. I’m sorry. I should have said gang-banged, not raped.”

The son of a bitch was enjoying himself, Tim thought savagely. Strangely, though he had not climaxed, Tim too had lost his erection. He watched rather disconsolately, as Sam staggered to the bathroom, the juices dribbling down from her face and breasts to her abdomen.

When she got under the shower, she let out a sigh as the spray hit her. She did not bother about using a shower cap; rather, she let the water soak her hair and face first.

The man looked at her for a long time, and then turned to Tim. He winked. “Ummm. Looks sexy, that little sexy bitch!”

Did he have to address Sam in that way, Tim thought. He guessed that dirty talk was a big turn-on for this scrawny little bastard.

The man swaggered over to the door and Tim did not know from where he had pulled out the keys. The man had draped the towel over his waist and he now cracked the door open, sticking his head out of the opening.

Tim heard him muttering in the local language. He could make out four different voices – or was it five? It was difficult to tell and he glanced back into the bathroom to stare at his young, naked wife.

Sam opened her eyes and stared at her husband. There was a look of guilt and of course fear in them. Tim gestured wildly at her by nodding his head rapidly and she realized that the man wasn’t watching.

Quietly, she slipped out of the bathroom, careful to stand on the doormat so that she wouldn’t get the floor wetter than it already was with the water that had dripped off the man’s body when he had stood there some time ago.

Glancing quickly at the door, she whispered, “Oh Tim, this is so dreadful! Are you okay?”

Strangely enough, Tim thought that there wasn’t much remorse in her eyes. In fact, she had that glaze in her eyes – the one they called ‘nicely fucked’ look.

Brushing aside the bile that seemed to be rushing inside his mouth and the images of the man and his wife together, he managed to nod. And then he raised his eyebrows and shook his head questioningly.

“Oh, I guess I’m okay, under the circumstances, darling!” she answered, guessing rightly that he was enquiring about the state she was in. “You do understand, don’t you Tim? We really have no choice in this matter. You saw what that acid could do. And I have that feeling that he wasn’t fooling when he said he wouldn’t hesitate to pour some of it over us. Plus, darling, we are trapped. He’s got his friends outside, god knows how many and we are so far away from the main hotel. Maybe, he’s got friends up there too and he has planned all of this.”

They could hear the murmurs quite clearly, but couldn’t understand what was being said. The language was completely foreign.

“I guess I better get back, Tim. I hope you will forgive me, but believe me, this is the best way we can get rid of him. I’m afraid that if we resist, we are going to get really hurt. Oh god, I wish we hadn’t taken up on Dave’s offer for guides. I …”

They realized that the man had finished talking and was about to retreat back to the cottage. She hurriedly skipped back into the bathroom and picked up the bar of soap, beginning to rub it furiously over her body, as if she wanted to get rid of the man’s odor and his juices.

“Ah, what do we have here?” the man said, walking leisurely back into the bedroom and pulling off his towel again. He was smoking a cigarette and seemed to be in a good mood and Tim was amazed when he noticed that the man’s penis had stiffened once again. Oh my god, he thought. Was this bastard for real? Perhaps his little tête-à-tête with his pals had something to do with his re-born erection.

The man pulled a chair between the bathroom door and the chair on which Tim was tied to and flopped down on it. He gazed at Sam, who at this time was rubbing the bar of soap over her belly.

“Do your tits again, baby? I want to watch,” the man said.

Sam peered at him through the sharp spray of the shower.

“Soap those big tits again, slut,” he repeated.

Tim watched his wife submitting to the man’s order meekly. The bar of soap slid up and down her large breasts, lathering them thoroughly. She had already soaped them once and Tim suddenly realized that the very action of Sam rubbing the soap over her breasts was quite erotic.

“Ah, yes, get them all soapy. Now, slide that bar down your legs and rub it over your cunt.”

She did this without any hesitation and the men watched her.

The man puffed on his cigarette and turned to Tim. “This sure is sexy, isn’t it Tim boy? Look at that soap sliding all over that smooth, sexy body of that whore! That’s it, honey pot, faster, faster! Does that get you all hot again? It sure makes me hot watching you lather yourself like that. I bet you are also playing with your clit, huh baby?”

The man dropped his cigarette to the floor and turned to Tim. “Sorry boy, I can’t offer you a fag, unless you can inhale through your ass hole!” He laughed hilariously at his joke and then turned his attention back to Sam.

“Hey slut, you are getting me all hot and bothered again, see?” he asked in a jocularly husky voice, fondling his penis.

Sam stared at his rapidly hardening penis and slid the soap bar back to its stand. She allowed the water to spray over her, using her hands to rub off the lather. The man was getting hard! It was incredible, she thought. He couldn’t possibly get hard so soon!

“Ah, yes, slut, that’s good! Rub all over your body! Doesn’t she look really sexy when she showers, Tim? Of course you must have watched this several times, huh? Hell, I bet you must have had several showers together. You ever fucked under a shower, Tim?”

The man was leering at him and Tim had long ago given up struggling with the ropes. The man knew how to tie the knots and the harder Tim had tried, the tighter his bonds had become. Besides, what in hell was he going to achieve even if he had managed to set himself free? That deadly acid and the man’s thugs were there after all.

“I keep forgetting that you can’t speak,” the man chuckled. “I reckon I should take off the tape, huh?”

Tim switched his glance from Sam to the man and stared at him anxiously. He managed to nod.

“Yes? Take off the tape? Want to talk?”

Tim nodded again.

The man pretended to think about it for a while. “Well, there’s really no problem about that, you know Tim. Even if you shout, no one can hear you and I guess you know that. But if you do one of three things could happen: one, I pull out the acid. Two, my friend’s will rush in. And three, I shut your kisser back. The only thing I don’t want is to listen to your whining. You won’t whine and plead, huh Tim?”

Tim shook his head furiously, desperately wanting the man to believe him. Of course he wouldn’t scream. And of course he wouldn’t whine! All he wanted at this moment was for the man to get that awful tape off his mouth.

The man turned to watch Sam who was rubbing her body vigorously. It was almost as if by so doing, she would get everything off, wipe out the memories. But, she thought, did she want to?

She admitted to herself that he had brought her to orgasm; and not just once either. Even when he was doing her breasts, he had managed to bring her to a climax. Usually, when she had her breasts being made love to, she would realize that it was the man who enjoyed the sensation more than she did. But this man had changed all that.

Part of her mind still made her shiver with fear. How many friends did he have? Was he really going to let them have their way with her simultaneously? Or would they take turns? Would they ignore her and cause her pain, unlike this man who had somehow managed to give her pleasure even when he was having his way with her without her consent?

“What do you say, whore?” she heard the man shouting out to her. “Tim here wants that I pull off the tape. You think that’s a good idea?”

Nervously, she nodded, pulling her wet hair behind her ears and glancing furtively at her husband.

“Sorry. I didn’t hear you.”

“Y-yes, p-please do,” she had to raise her voice above the sound of the water.

“Your wife loves you, Tim,” the man laughed and slowly walked up to the chair. Tim held his breath as the man loosened one end of the tape and pulled it off.

Tim let out his breath and made a sound that was much like a strangled cry of despair.

“Careful boy,” the man said. “You do realize that you aren’t allowed much dialogue here, don’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” Tim gasped.

“Good. Now, I was asking you if you ever fucked Sam under the shower.”

Tim nodded nervously.

“Why the fuck do you think I pulled out the fucking tape, Tim? You disappoint me. You are supposed to answer my questions.”

“Y-yes, I – uh – we did,” Tim answered, staring at Sam who had finished the shower and was making her way back into the room.
Sam stood uncertainly beside the bed, using the towel to dry her body.

The man walked up to her and took her large breasts in his hands. “Hmm. Beautiful tits. Feel better, slut?”

“Y-yes.”

“Look, you two. I want to tell you something again. I have pulled off those fucking gags so that you can talk like human beings. Not like a pair of dimwitted lunatics, you understand? So, lets talk like good human beings.” He laughed.

“W-when are you going to let us go?” Tim asked hoarsely.

“Hey man, where’s the fucking fire? I haven’t even fucked your wife properly, you know. Besides, those pals of mine are waiting anxiously. A couple of them told me that they had to jerk off, you know, they can hardly wait to get their brown cocks serviced by this beautiful white trash! What do you say, bitch?”

He tweaked her nipples and stepped aside.

“All set?” he announced dramatically.

Sam felt faint. Tim was sweating profusely.

“Would it make things any different if I promise to make you really happy and you ask your friends not to…” her voice trailed off.

The man laughed, stroking his penis. “Hey baby, that’s not fair. I can’t do that. Those pals are going to make you real happy, you know and you just might end up begging for more. As a matter of fact, let me tell you something about my pals. The more you struggle, the more they will want to continue fucking with you. Believe me. They like it when a bitch screams, wriggles and tries to get away. They love sluts who are dry down there so they can fuck the cunt till there’s blood all over. I’ll give you a tip, baby. Maybe, just maybe if you pretend you want more and that you are really loving the way they are playing around with you, they might get tired and call it a day. Struggle, or if in any way you don’t cooperate, and you are history. Let’s not even think of changing the script, okay,” the man walked up to the door.

“P-please!” Tim implored.

“I thought I told you not to whine and beg and shout, okay? That was the first time you did that, so I’m going to let that slide. Next time, remember that I won’t ignore you.”

Tim and Sam looked at each other and she frowned at him, indicating to him that he silence and cooperation was the key word.

The man unlocked the door, speaking rapidly in the local lingo.

And then, in walked the four men.

Sam’s eyes widened with fear and Tim choked in vain.

The first man to enter was around fifty, a hundred and seventy pounds of muscle and as dark as coal. Why, Tim thought dully, but for the somewhat sharper features and the straight hair, this guy could pass off as a black! His black eyes widened when his glance took in the naked Sam and he flicked a pink tongue over his lips. He was dressed in a cotton half-sleeved shirt and dark, brown trousers.

“This is Sonny. Isn’t he black? You see that he’s blacker than the average Indian that you will see. We call him nigger!” smirked the man who had violated Sam already, and then grinning grotesquely, he introduced the next man as ‘Jam’

Jam was quite young, maybe, Tim guessed, in his late twenties. He was attired in t-shirt and jeans, was slimly built, around six feet and a hundred and thirty pounds. He looked quite nervous and kept pushing his rather long hair off his forehead.

The third guy, introduced as ‘Lucky’, was short and rotund. Again, Tim guessed that this one would be in his mid-forties. He was quite bald, had widely spaced brown eyes, aquiline chin and a hooked nose.

The last man was quite similar to the man who had just had Sam. Tall, around six-one, very lean, intense black eyes and long hair, he wore a pair of shorts and a skimpy t-shirt. This guy was called ‘Jay’.

“Funny names, huh?” the man chortled as the couple eyed the men with wide frightened eyes. “Hey Sam, there’s no need to be scared of my buddies. They are a decent lot: it’s just that they never have had any white pussy! In fact, if you learn to relax, I promise you that they will be fun. Hey guys, meet Tim and my white slut, Sam.”

“P-please…” her hoarse voice trailed off as she continued to stare, now thoroughly frightened at the thought of these men having their way with her. Simultaneously? My God, that’s what the man had said!

She cringed and crossed her arms around her breasts, trying to close the gap between her legs as much as she possibly could.

The man laughed harshly. “Please what, baby? Please let go, or please fuck me?”

She tried to say something, looking wildly at her husband. Tim was in a trance: his eyes were wide open and so was his mouth. He was breathing just as heavily as she was and she realized that he was very frightened indeed.

The man walked up to the low divan and flopped down on it, spreading his legs open. His organ was erect and he now took it in his hand, slowly pumping the loose skin up and down.

“First things first, slut. Now, all you have to do to enjoy the rest of your stay in this country is to cooperate with me. Remember what I told you about me wanting to see you do the movements? Come here and get down on your pretty dimpled knees in front of me.”

She stared dumbly at him and then her head swiveled over to look at the other four men. They just seemed to stand there like statues, doing nothing but licking their lips and staring at her. It gave her the creeps, and for the first time she knew what it was like to have goose pimples all over her body.

“I said, come here, slut,” the man bellowed.

Dumbly, as if in a trance, she walked to the divan.

“There’s no point in hiding your tits, baby. After all, we are going to be friends, remember?”

She stood in front of him, barely a couple of feet away.

“I said, put down those fucking hands and show us your tits!”

She obeyed, letting her hands slide down off her chest till they hung limply beside her.

“Watch me friends,” the man said, obviously enjoying himself. To her, he said, “Get down on your knees.”

She slid down to the floor.

“Come closer to me, slut. Closer, ah yes like that, till you can first smell my cock.”

She could smell him. Though he too had showered, the smell of his sex was stronger than the smell of soap.

“Hold my knees and get between my legs,” he commanded.

She placed her palms on his knees and shuffled forward till his legs were pressing against the sides of her body. Had his organ been as erect as it had been during their earlier session, she was sure it would have brushed her breasts.

“Take my cock in your hand.”

She was now like an automaton. She took the base of his penis, rather gingerly, in her left hand and heard him sigh. It was throbbing and very hard.

“Cradle my balls with your other hand.”

As she did, she could see in her peripheral vision, the four men inching closer to the divan. She felt thoroughly humiliated – like she was some piece of a display in an art gallery, watched by a hopeless crowd who knew little about art.

She struggled with her thoughts. She just wasn’t thinking straight, she knew. Here she was, on her knees between a man’s legs, holding his penis in one hand and his scrotum in the other and she was thinking about art galleries!

“Ah, yes! That feels so good! Do you realize that it’s the first time you have taken my cock in your hands? Of course, you have already sucked that meat and had it fucking your lovely tits! But let me tell you something: it feels great to have my cock held like that in pretty little white hands. Lean forward and blow your hot breath on it, bitch.”

She bent her head down and the tip of his penis loomed at her. He pulled her wet hair back over her head and held it bunched around in his fist. She began to blow her breath on the flesh.

“Ughh…that is so hot! Faster, baby, faster, that’s it, burn my cock with your hot breath!”

If she could, she thought, she really would have. Unfortunately, fire breathing wasn’t her forte. Her ample chest heaved as she blew out her breath, puffing and hollowing her cheeks.

The man slipped his free hand down and seized her left breast, cupping its roundness and fondling it, almost casually. Now that he had already satiated himself once – albeit temporarily – she knew he was taking it easy.

Tim watched with horror from the chair, wanting to shout out, but not daring to do so. The four strange men with their strange names crowded around the divan, yet, making sure that there was enough space between them for him to watch the proceedings.

“Dig this scene, boys! Notice the contrast of the color of her skin and that of my dick? You too, Tim? Doesn’t that look sexy? Pump my cock up and down in that dainty little fist of yours, slut. Ah yes, oh shit, that feels so good!”

Sam was beginning to accept what fate had in store for her. She knew there was no escape from this man; or, for that matter, from his friends. She began to wish that he would get it on with and finish it up soon, so that she and Tim would get out of this.

She remembered what he had said a short while ago:

The more you struggle, the more they will want to continue fucking with you. Believe me. They like it when a bitch screams, wriggles and tries to get away. They love sluts who are dry down there so they can fuck the cunt till there’s blood all over. I’ll give you a tip, baby. Maybe, just maybe if you pretend you want more and that you are really loving the way they are playing around with you, they might get tired and call it a day. Struggle, or if in any way you don’t cooperate, and you are history.

The key word, she thought was “cooperate” and everything else was meaningless. Perhaps, she thought, if she really could manage to make believe that she was happy doing it, this would be over soon.

“Now, pals, like I told you. I’ve fucked her mouth and her tits with my cock. And as agreed, I’ll be the first guy to fuck her white and hot cunt before I let you guys take over, okay?”

“Just get on with it, chief,” the dark man, Sonny spoke. He had a deep, baritone voice.

The man laughed. “Impatient for pussy, Sonny?”

“Impatient for everything, chief,” the dark man replied.

“I tell you, it’s going to be worth the wait, boys. Okay, slut, now bend down just a little and make like lollypop!”

He sure wasn’t using any code words that she wouldn’t understand. She knew what he wanted and hesitating briefly, suddenly aware that she was going to have to obey him and do this for the first time in presence of so many other men, she opened her mouth.

Impatiently, the man thrust his buttocks up off the divan, driving his turgid flesh into her open mouth. She gagged when the tip of his penis plunged into her throat.

“Ugghhh!” she gasped, immediately sliding her lips back over his shaft. He pushed her head down, still holding her hair in his fist and gently squeezed her breast.

“Take it, take it,” he panted.

She slid her head back down, taking the length of his organ deep inside her mouth, almost to the hilt.

“Now, move, baby, move! Ah yes, like that, yes, yes! Fuck my cock with that mouth! Give me that tongue too!”

As he kneaded her breasts and twisted her nipples, she began to bob her head up and down in right earnest. She ran her tongue over the bottom of his erection. The sight of her red lips sliding over his shaft added to her tongue swiping across the flesh seemed to inflame him, because he suddenly pulled his organ out of her mouth and held her head at a distance.

“Arch your tits towards me, baby. Push your tits out!”

Thoroughly humiliated and past caring, she arched her chest out towards him.

“Raise yourself a little on your knees, slut.”

She obeyed, bringing her breasts in level with his pulsating organ.

“Now, slap my cock on your tits, whore. Slap it on them, yes, yes, harder, you little cunt, harder!”

This had made him get more excited and his organ hardened further till, as she continued to slap it on her breasts, she thought that she was beating her breasts with a rubber truncheon.

“Now push that nipple inside the slit!” he croaked.

She knew that it was impossible for this to happen but that didn’t dare stop her from trying to do exactly as he commanded. Pushing her breasts further at him, she gripped his organ and pushed the pink and swollen head against her nipple.

“The other one, now!” he roared.

She switched his organ to the other breast and did the same thing.

“Roll it around your fucking tits now.”

She had to shuffle even closer between his legs towards him to lay the organ flat against the outer side of one breast.

“Roll it on both tits, bitch!”

Frantically, she tried it. The pre cum oozing out of his penis lathered her breasts as she played its length across the vast expanse of them.

“Remember what I told you? You are going to fuck my cock with your tits, honey-pot. Go on, do it.”

She let his penis out of her hand and gripped the outer sides of her breasts, pushing them towards each other. With his organ trapped between her lush breasts, she began to squish them together, heaving the mass of flesh up and down.

“Raise and lower your slut body on your knees when you do that. Up and down, baby, up and down, oh yes, fuck that cock with your tits!”

She struggled to match the rhythm of the movements of her hands on her breasts with the movement her body.

“Down on your knees and up with those tits, up on your knees and down with those tits,” he gasped.

Tim watched, open-mouthed with amazement as he watched his wife doing what he never thought would be possible. Hands and body moving in unison, the movements always opposite to the other, she had actually managed to do what the man wanted her to.

“See that boys?” the man chuckled, glancing at the four men who hovered around the divan. “I told you she is talented. Look at it! Look at the way her tits are wrapped around my cock! Look at the way she’s fucking my dick with her jugs!”

The man grabbed her hair with his hands and peered down to watch his penis slide back and forth in her cleavage. He moved along with her, matching the rhythm with which she was masturbating his shaft between her breasts.

“Fucking hell,” he gasped, “that feels so fucking good, and I don’t want you to fucking stop! Dig that, boys, look at those white jugs squeezing my black cock!”

This time it was Jay who said, rather hoarsely, “Hey chief, that’s not fair! We have been waiting to fuck with her!”

“All in good time, boys, all in good time! For now, let’s stick to our agreement. I want to get hard enough and hot enough to sink my cock up her white little cunt. And this is setting me on fire, pals! Okay, okay bitch, now, take that cock back inside your mouth. Careful now, we don’t want my cock to slip out from those fucking tits!”

She had to stop squishing her breasts together so that she could grasp his penis between them and lowered her mouth. He began to thrust his hips back and forth even as she bobbed her head over him. He let of her blonde hair and she felt his palms enveloping her breasts, to fondle and knead them.

Still keeping his feet planted on the floor, the man lay back on the divan, across it, finally allowing his penis to slip out of the cleavage. Nevertheless, he managed to keep the tip of the shaft firmly embedded in her mouth. His hands went to her ears and he rocked her head up and down over his erection. She gagged.

“Shit, this I always wanted to do, man!” he whispered harshly, rolling his head sideways to glance at Tim. “Get that scene, buddy. Look at me fucking your wife’s face.”

“Hey chief,” Lucky laughed out suddenly. “Her man’s getting a hard on! Look!”

“Big deal!” the man snorted. “His cock gets stiff whenever he watches me ravage that pretty wife of his. Want to jerk off, Tim?”

Tim went scarlet, cursing himself for having an erection. He knew that it wasn’t his fault. The sight of his wife accommodating the man was enough for any body to get aroused.

Jam laughed cruelly. “You tied him up, chief! How in hell is he going to jerk off like that?”

“True. But if this bitch is good and he is good, maybe we will set him free and let him fuck her afterwards, okay?”

“Gee,” whispered Sonny. “Just like those whiteys fucking in the fuck films, huh chief?”

“Better than that, Sonny, better than that.”

Sam tried to ignore them and concentrated on sliding her lips up and down the stalk of his penis that was so firmly embedded inside her mouth. Every time that he thrust his hips up and off the divan, the tip of his organ entered her throat and she had just adjusted her throat muscles to ease the gag reflex.

“Now, slut, lick your way up my cock, up my belly till you are licking my lips and your cunt is over my dick.”

Time, she thought. Finally, it was time. He was indeed going to ask her to take his length inside her.

She let the tip of her tongue flick across the shaft and slowly licked her way up over his belly.

“Lick my nipples, baby, ah yes, lick them like that. God, I’m almost jealous of those boobs, honey! Rub them over my cock!”

As she licked his nipples, she let her body sway so that his organ rubbed over her breasts.

“Now, lick my lips,” he announced.

She had to crouch over him, his organ rubbing against the insides of her thighs as she swept her tongue across his swollen lips. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to him, his mouth opening and tongue pushing into her open mouth.

He seized her right hand and guided it to his organ, pushing against her vagina, indicating that he wanted her to guide him inside her.

She was on top of him and between his outstretched legs and she had to draw her buttocks back and upwards when she fumbled with his penis, blindly leading it to her entrance.

Suddenly, she realized that she was wet there! Oh my god, she thought! This crazy bastard had actually managed to arouse her despite his crude methodology!

Did she, she wondered, really need him inside her? Or was it just a natural phenomenon?

Their mouths were fused and he grunted when she pushed her hips down, impaling herself with his throbbing penis. She didn’t even have to try the second time. He was right inside her to the hilt when she pushed and she let out an involuntary sigh when she felt him entering her completely.

He tore his mouth away from hers and shouted, “Fuck me, you white piece of trash! Fuck that cock with your tight little whore cunt! Ah, oh, ah, ah, yes, yes, faster, faster, you little slut, I want to watch those tits bounce!”

He immediately must have forgotten what he had said because he raised his head and put his open mouth over one bouncing breast, sucking hard on it as she pumped up and down wildly. He brought his hands up between their writhing bodies and seized both her breasts, squeezing them, letting his fingers roll the nipples.

Her thighs smacked loudly against his as she allowed her body to slam up and down over him. Suddenly, she wanted to drain him out; as quickly as possible. It was as if she was competing with him, trying to pull out his seed even if he was holding back.

She realized that he was in crisis when he suddenly yanked his body up against hers, gripped her waist and rolled over the divan till she was beneath him and he above her.

“Open your fucking legs,” he muttered hoarsely.

When she did, she felt, to her utter astonishment, her juices beginning to flow. No! This was impossible!

But it was only too true. She was approaching her orgasm and try as hard as she might to despise the wriggling creature above her she felt her young body responding to the invasion of his organ inside her.

Automatically, her legs wrapped around the small of his back and her hands encircled his neck. A loud and long moan emanated from deep within her body and she began to raise and lower her buttocks, as if begging him to feed more of him to her.

It was perhaps this change in her that set him off. Vaguely, she recollected what he had said about his friends growing tired of her in the event that she would no longer struggle.

Long ago, she remembered now, she had read a old novel about a group of guys kidnapping a female actor and raping her by turns. She remembered now how the actor had used all her wiles, pretending to enjoy herself doing it with the men and using her charms and sexiness to draw them out and eventually escape from them. Even then, she recalled, the actor had actually climaxed with one man in spite of the fact that he was the weakest.

The Fan Club! That was it! That was the name of the novel!

As these thoughts went through her mind, she suddenly convulsed and letting out a small cry, realized that she was climaxing. She moved her buttocks up and down in short little and furious strokes, adjusting the angle so that the shaft rubbed the upper part of her vagina.

“Shit,” the man yelled, slamming furiously into her, “the bitch is coming! I can feel her juices around my cock, oh god, this is one hot firecracker, oh god, she’s coming and ah, ah, I – I – I’m coming as well, you little slut, I’m coming inside your cunt!”

Tim, looking with considerable astonishment knew that his wife was indeed climaxing. He could tell by the way she stretched her toes outward, the way her knees went rigid and the way she moaned.

“Ugh, ah, agghh, arrggghhhh…” the man screamed.

Tim and the other men watched, almost in awe as the couple thrashed and writhed around the divan.

The man tightened his hold on her breasts and pushed his hips down for the last time, shuddering when he hit bottom. He went into a spasm that brought his rocking body to a stand still – suddenly rigid. He dipped his head down and crushed his mouth on hers and she allowed his tongue inside, immediately sucking hard on it.

She felt his sperm shooting in erratic bursts inside her vagina and then she was climaxing again, a little burst of sensual pleasure, but a burst nevertheless. He continued kissing her mouth, shoving his tongue in and pulling it out only to repeat the process all over again, imitating the movements that his organ had just made inside her sex.

“Holy shit!” Sonny broke the silence in the room.

“Mother fucking hell,” Jay seconded.

“Please roll over her, chief. I can hardly wait,” Lucky said.

She became aware of their presence and glanced sideways at them. Tim too had been engrossed with the man and his wife going at each other and had almost forgotten about the other men. To the couple’s surprise, they noticed that all the four men were bare-chested and were now dressed only in shorts.

Sam’s eyes widened at the sight of the half naked men hovering around the divan and strangely, felt self conscious of herself. She even blushed when she realized that she must have put on quite a show for them. She glanced furtively at Tim who was staring at the four men.

Without exception, it was quite evident that the four men were sporting erections. The bulge between Sonny’s legs especially looked enormous: almost like he had a damned full-sized cucumber there.

The man, lying on her top, still panting, looked up at his friends and grinned.

“When did you all undress? Impatient, huh?”

“No time for silly questions, chief,” Sonny said in a hoarse voice, inching towards the divan.

The man let out a sigh and looked into her eyes. “I guess it’s only fair that I let them have a chance with you, slut. Tell you what? You are a damned good piece. This has got to rank as my all time favorite fuck. You made it too, huh? I can tell, you know.”

She averted her gaze, her heart beating wildly. She was scared out of her wits. God, what were these creeps going to do to her now?

With a lot of exaggeration, the man finally pulled his penis out of her. She flushed when she glanced at his wet organ, aware that it was also coated with her juices. She felt some of the juices dribbling out of her vagina, running down the insides of her thighs.

Swiftly, the man leaped to his feet beside her, his organ, now satiated, hanging limply between his legs, leaving her sprawled out on her back on the divan, her legs stretched wide open, her breasts heaving.

“I’m going to sit back and rest a while, friends,” the man stated. “She’s all yours. If you all feel she’s not cooperating the way that she just cooperated with me, hit her.”

He uttered the last sentence without any change in his voice – just as though it was a matter of fact, to be obeyed without hesitation.

She looked wildly at Tim and then at the man who was pulling a chair towards him, next to the chair on which Tim was tied up. She then directed her frantic glance at the black man and then looked at the other men just as apprehensively.

“P-please, please…” her voice trailed off.

“Just shut the fuck up, bitch,” the man roared from his chair. “One of those apes might just decide that it would be better to cut your fucking tongue out if you make so much noise!”

“Hell no, chief,” Jay uttered, moving closer to her. “No way am I going to cut off her tongue! Wouldn’t want to be sucked off by a tongue-less lady, no sir! There’s a better way to shut her up. Hey lady, why don’t you just take my cock in that sweet mouth of yours?”

Jay pushed his shorts down to the floor and knelt on the divan beside her, shuffling up till he was positioned beside her head. His penis was erect. It was quite long, longer in fact than the ‘chief’s’ (she had decided to mentally name him that) but thinner. Naturally, it was oozing with his pre cum and she watched dully as he brought his palm over the head to get it wet and then rubbed the hand across his penis.

He hunched down on his knees, bringing his organ close up to her face and stroking the wet head over her cheeks.

“Ah, your skin is so soft! Oh yes, I am going to love having my cock sucked by you! Open up, you cunt, let me slide this boner inside your mouth and fuck your face!”

He was at one side of her body, so she had to swivel her head towards his organ. He pressed the tip of his shaft against her swollen lips and she had really no option but to open her mouth.

“Agghhh!” Jay grunted as his penis slid smoothly inside her mouth. “Suck on it now, you little cunt, suck, suck!”

She worked her lips around the shaft and had to raise her head up to take it in her mouth. After it was about half inside, she lowered her head again. He grabbed her cheeks and yanked her face up, thrusting his hips forward and jamming his shaft inside her mouth. Her throat opened effortlessly as the tip entered inside it.

Jam went for her breasts. Still standing on the floor, he leaned across and grabbed her breasts, squeezing the flesh cruelly. “Ah, what a pair of tits! You were right, chief. There’s no way you done it all till you got a pair of white and big tits in your hands!”

“You will change that opinion once you slide your cock between them, Jam!” the man spoke from his chair. “You agree, Tim? I bet you love it just as I do when you have those big pretty tits wrapped around your cock, huh?”

Tim did not answer, preferring to look on at the scene unfolding in front of him. He was trying his best to ignore his own erection.

“I asked you a question, Tim,” the man’s voice had hardened.

Tim looked hastily into the man’s intense eyes and nodded.

“What does that mean, Tim?”

“Well, uh…” Tim cleared his throat. “Uh, well, yes.”

“If you don’t want to talk, why the fuck did I remove that gag?”

“N-No! I – I mean, yes, I like it too.”

“Like what, Tim?” the man sneered.

“Uh, I well, I like doing her breasts too.”

“Say it like I want to hear it, Tim.”

“I – I like to fuck them.”

Jam had decided to test his chief’s opinion about sliding his organ between her breasts, because he had managed to push his hips towards her body, the tip of his naked organ grazing on the soft mounds. He dragged it across the expanse and then cupped them together, trying to push his penis between them. Squatting beside her prone body, her head away from him to service his other friend Jay, was making it difficult for him to achieve his goal.

“Twist your body this way, you sweet cunt! Let me fuck your tits!”

“If that cock comes out of your mouth, you have had it, bitch!” Jay warned, pumping his organ steadily in and out of her mouth.

Sam did twist her body without stopping the up and down movements of her head. She felt Jam’s slimy organ slide up and down her cleavage and then his hands roughly pushed her breasts together.

“Let me hold them for you,” the voice belonged to Lucky and she felt his hands replace Jam’s on her breasts. Lucky not only pressed her breasts harder around Jay’s organ, but also managed to tweak her hard nipples.

At the opposite side, Sonny stood on the floor, his hands on her knees, forcing them apart even further. He pushed his penis towards her gaping vagina and rubbed the tip back and forth the slit.

“Ah, this cunt is really hot! I’m not even inside it, but hell, it’s burning my cock!” he groaned.

“Tell him to fuck her cunt with his cock, Tim,” the man said, continuing to stare at the group on the divan.

“Ah shit, I don’t care what that son of a bitch says, I’m going to fuck her anyway,” Sonny grunted.

“Stop it right there, Sonny,” the man said in the same flat voice. “I want Tim here to tell you to go ahead and fuck his wife.”

Sonny stopped pushing his legs against hers and grinned crookedly.

“I’m waiting,” he announced.

“Go on, Tim,” the man said, turning to look Tim squarely in his eyes. “Tell my pal to fuck your wife’s cunt with his cock.”

Tim flushed hotly, his own penis aroused, much to his dismay. He had no other choice in the matter and he knew that the man knew it as well. He hoped Sam would understand.

“F-Fuck her,” he whispered.

“He didn’t hear you,” the man told him.

“Fuck her,” Tim repeated in a stronger voice.

“Put it succinctly, please, Tim. You know what I want you to say. Or, do you want me to get serious?”

“Fuck her pussy with your cock,” Tim blurted.

“I like it when you call it cunt,” the man smirked.

“Fuck her cunt with your cock,” Tim said.

“My pleasure,” Sonny laughed and lifting Sam’s legs up till they were almost perpendicular to the rest of her body lying on the divan, he pushed his hips towards her.

In spite of having Jay’s penis sliding in and out of her mouth, Sam gasped when she felt Sonny’s huge organ slam inside her vagina. Holding her legs high in the air, Sonny began to stroke his penis in and out of her, immediately setting up a fast, furious rhythm, pushing her body up over the divan so that Jay’s penis literally gagged her while Jam speared her breasts with his penis.

Sam felt light-headed and was bewildered by the goings on around her. She had never in her wildest imagination thought that no less than four men would service her simultaneously.

Sonny slammed in and out of her vagina, stretching the walls wide open with the immense size of his organ and she fought to breathe as Jay stuffed her mouth with his own penis. Lucky continued to tweak her nipples, holding her breasts close to each other around Jay’s shaft sliding slickly between them.

Lucky reached up and grabbed one of her hand, guiding it down and silently urging her to grip his shaft. She closed her fist around the throbbing flesh and without having to be told, she began jerking it back and forth, masturbating him while he watched her breasts being so ruthlessly speared by his friend’s organ.

“Shit, Jay. Your cock looks so damned brown between her tits!”

“Just turn around and watch Sonny’s black cock fucking her white cunt, Lucky. Now, isn’t that a sight for sore eyes?”

Tim was thoroughly defeated. His mind was numb and refused to work. He gave up on trying to ignore his erection and suddenly had a desperate urge to relieve the tension building inside him.

Damn it, he thought. That was his wife being gang banged by a bunch of thugs and this guy sitting next to him was the one who had started it all. He should be trying to be brave and maybe throw himself at this crazy man they called ‘chief’, at least he had to show some semblance of fight. But the moment these thoughts crept into his mind, he knew that it would be futile to attempt doing anything.

And there was Sam, he thought. That she definitely had a couple of orgasms when this chief was doing those things to her was a fact. As he now stared at her, he wondered whether her buttocks were really wriggling or was that just a trick of the light? Did Sam really love this? Four men around her, touching her, stroking into her various orifices and openings, talking lewdly, breathing, kissing…

Lucky, whose shaft she was masturbating, now cupped her wriggling buttocks. “Jeeze, look at this ass! Hey guys, get this bitch on the floor.”

They had an amazing understanding between each other. It was as if they had done this a number of times before.

Sam found herself on her knees on the floor. Sonny was behind her and he yanked her buttocks up, plunging his shaft into her from behind and holding her up against him. Her back was pressed against Sonny’s chest and she had to lean back to support herself. This gave Lucky the opportunity of hunching in front of her and guiding his shaft between her breasts, a place that had up until recently been occupied by Jam’s organ. Jay and Jam stood on either sides of her body and she had to whip her head from side to side to take their organs in her mouth, one after the other. When she wasn’t sucking one organ she was jerking it with her hand.

Tim realized that his wife wasn’t exactly reluctant anymore. In fact, he detected a sense of urgency about her movements. It was as if she couldn’t keep her hands and mouth and her sex away from attention.

Sam was amazed that these ruffians had actually turned her on. She was also aware that another orgasm was imminent and when it did hit her, she no longer pretended as if nothing had happened. She moaned aloud and began to push her buttocks harder against Sonny. She sucked deeply on Lucky’s short, but thick shaft, urging him to go deeper inside.

“Oh fuck, this bitch is loving it, oh my god, she’s sucking my cock like she wants to eat it all! Oh shit, oh yes man, I’m going to come!”

“Hey, hold your horses, Lucky. Remember what we discussed?” the man spoke from his chair, watching the proceedings with great interest.

Tim vaguely wondered what they had planned. His penis had become so hard that he was feeling uncomfortable and he was almost on the point of asking the man to free his bonds so that he could at least masturbate to ease the tension.

The sounds that the group was making were pretty loud. The men were grunting and groaning and through all that noise, Tim could hear the faint moans that his wife was uttering.

Sonny now gripped her waist and stood at his full height, no longer crouching as he had been before. That was to change the angle with which his organ was thrusting into her from behind. He slid his hands up the sides of her body and reached for her breasts, still wrapped around Lucky’s shaft.

“Let me hold them for you,” Sonny gasped, pinching the nipples and crushing the breasts together. Lucky watched with glazed eyes as his manhood completely disappeared between her unbelievable melons.

“Way to go,” he yelled, speeding his thrusts to send his shaft gliding faster and faster in her cleavage.

Sam was slurping wetly on Jam’s shaft and jerking Jay’s wildly. It must have been for too long because Jay said, “Don’t forget my dick, slut.”

Like a windshield wiper, her head whipped to the other side and she engulfed Jay’s penis, now jerking on Jam’s wet shaft.

She was one wet mountain of lust and desire. Pushing back to meet Sonny’s hard thrusts, she was also managing to jerk the upper part of her body up and down to masturbate Lucky’s organ with her breasts.

Just as suddenly, she felt her juices beginning to boil. She was taken aback by the suddenness and by the desperate need to orgasm.

She uttered a long drawn out cry that ended in a whimper when Jay’s shaft hit the back of her throat. And then, she was climaxing.

A low growl escaped Tim’s wide-open mouth as he watched his wife attain yet another orgasm. Her face was flushed, cheeks hollowing and puffing furiously as she sucked hard on Jay’s shaft, at the same time, moving up and down to masturbate Lucky’s organ with her breasts.

“Time, guys!” Sonny yelled suddenly, whipping his penis out of Sam’s vagina. The immense shaft, black and hard, glistened with the juices as he now gripped it in his fist, beginning to jerk it furiously.

Things happened so fast, that it surprised Sam.

She suddenly found herself lying on the floor on her back, spread-eagled. Her long legs were wide open as were her eyes as she watched the four men range around her.

Sonny stood over her, his feet planted on the floor beside her waist. Lucky stood at her head while the other two men at her sides. It became suddenly apparent what they intended to do.

They were going to ejaculate all over her!

“That’s it, boys,” yelled their chief excitedly. “Give that slut a cum bath! Let that spunk fly over her and paint her white body! Now, boys, now!”

Lucky exploded first. His sperm splattered over her blonde hair and then he adjusted the direction by guiding his bursting organ so that the next bursts landed over her heaving bosom.

Jam went next. He cried out, his eyes shut as he let go, spraying his sperm over her belly. Sonny, inflamed by the sight of his two buddies coming over the white woman shouted, “Oh shit, I’m going to come, I’m going to come! Take this, you little cunt, take this!”

His flow was almost entirely directed on her breasts and she felt the heavy drops slapping her there. A stray burst almost blinded her and she hastily wiped the smear off with her hand.

The last to come was Jay, that tall look-alike of the chief.

“I want to come in her mouth, chief!”

The man laughed. Sam glanced at him and noticed that he was smoking a cigarette. Her glance shifted toward her husband and she noticed that Tim’s penis was straining upward, hard and erect. She looked briefly into his eyes and then the vision was blocked by Jay’s throbbing penis, which lowered down till it was stuffed inside her mouth. Crouching over her, he pumped his penis in and out of her mouth.

“God, Sonny, if her cunt is as tight as her mouth, I reckon you are really fucked up!” he gasped, increasing the rhythm of his strokes.

Finally, she felt his sperm hitting the back of her throat. Surprisingly, the flow was so copious that even if she wanted to swallow it all, she wouldn’t have been able to. Almost half of his ejaculate dribbled out from the corners of her mouth, leaking down over her chin to land on her breasts.

For the first time, she felt exhausted. This had been incredible. Five men, counting the chief, had all violated her and she had lost count of how many times each of them had done her in how many different ways. And now, she was literally drenched with their juices. There it was dribbling over her forehead, some was in her hair, yet there was that large amount of it coated over her breasts and of course her face, her belly and finally, her mouth. And she wasn’t forgetting the most important part where a stranger’s sperm had deposited: her vagina!

Her eyes rolled inside her head and suddenly she was out like a light.

She vaguely remembered that since coming off the plane, the only time she had closed her eyes was when the man had drugged them.

She didn’t know it, but she was immediately snoring!

******

The man seemed to have a thing about showers.

It felt to her that it had hardly been about fifteen minutes after she had fell asleep and now here she was back in the bathroom and under those bunched-up shower nozzles, allowing the cold water to pelt her naked body like a fusillade of bullets.
What was even more disturbing was the fact that the man too was standing beside her under the shower, equally naked and her husband, still bound to the chair was glaring at them from the doorway.

It was disturbing because she knew that eventually the man would get aroused and she would have to satiate him again. She was not at all confident that she could take this anymore. She felt worn out, used up and completely exhausted.

“Nice little gang bang that one, huh?” the man sniggered, rubbing the bar of soap furiously across his chest. She tried to ignore the man’s penis swaying between his legs, trying to imagine that it was the most grotesque thing in the world. Deep inside, she accepted that it was, on the contrary, truly magnificent. It wasn’t all about the size, but the way he had used it and brought her to orgasm.

“I ask questions, I expect you to answer, bitch.”

Hastily she nodded at him. “Y-yes, it was,” she whispered.

“What?” the man insisted on a more detailed answer.

“It was a good fuck,” she replied tonelessly.

Tim flinched. No doubt he was aroused; after all, he reasoned, which man wouldn’t sport an erection when he gets to watch a woman made love to by a group of men? It didn’t matter then whether that woman was a wife, a sister, a mother or even a daughter, he thought.

Tim had a rather painful erection by now. The rest of the gang had disappeared and for now it was only the man and his wife in the room for company. Plus, he thought that Sam was looking cuter and somehow sexier than before. For too long had he borne it and he felt that if the tension couldn’t be relieved, he did have a stroke. Without realizing what he was saying, he blurted out,

“Damn it man, I need to get off!”

Sam was astonished and bewildered. She froze; her hands lathering her breasts froze as well. Her eyes went wide and she stared at her husband squirming in the chair.

The man wasn’t fazed at all. On the contrary, it seemed that he had expected Tim to say these words eventually. He let out a harsh laugh.

“Poor Tim,” he sneered, his hands going down to soap his penis. “Look at his poor cock! It’s difficult, isn’t it, Tim? Watching your pretty little white wife getting fucked in every which way possible and not being able to participate? You want to jerk off, Tim?”

Tim felt the color rising on his face and he nodded, trying to avoid his wife’s glance.

The man chuckled. He thrust his hips out to allow the water rinse the soap off his organ.

“Sonny!” he roared.

The other men had left immediately after having satiated themselves and were in the adjacent room. Sam, now flushing deeply as she realized her husband’s predicament, could hear noises in the other bathroom. What was it about these men, she thought? Each one seemed to be fixated on showering.

A couple of minutes went by before the connecting door opened and the black man entered. He was wearing shorts and was wiping his glistening body with a skimpy cotton towel.

“You called chief?” he asked, glancing casually at Sam.

“Hubby here wants to jerk off,” the man told his friend.

Sonny laughed mirthlessly. “I was beginning to think that maybe his dick was going to burst out on its own. It’s about time, pal,” he continued, walking to the chair on which Tim was bound.

“Just free his right hand and stand over him while he jerks off,” the man advised.

As Sonny leaned down to obey his chief, Sam noticed that the man was shutting off the showers. Luckily, she had managed to rinse off all the soap and she now stood uncertainly, watching the man walk up to her, his penis dangling between his legs.

Tim shook his freed right hand gingerly, letting the blood circulate through his arm. Even though one hand was free, Tim knew it would be futile to try to free himself off the chair. The man had carefully knotted the rope well behind and in the center of the chair, so there was no way he could get his free hand to undo the knot.

Tim’s engorged penis stood straight up, pointing at the ceiling.

“Maybe it would help if you could watch your wife sucking me off again, pal,” the man said, putting his hands on her shoulders and forcing her to kneel down on the bathroom tiles in front of him.

Sam knelt without any resistance. Her will had been broken down completely, and besides, she thought, if Tim really had a problem with his erection, it was her duty to help him ease it off, though she would have preferred to help him out there.

“Just pretend its your cock she is sucking, buddy,” the man said, wrapping his fingers in her hair and pulling her head closer to his penis.

“Okay, slut. It’s time. I don’t know if you can make me come again so soon after I have just fucked you out. But having my cock fucked by your mouth isn’t a problem with me; maybe you can get it hard again, huh? Don’t just stare at me, whore, open your mouth and take that cock inside.”

Putting her husband out of her mind and out of her sight, she bent down and slipped her lips past the limp organ. Because he wasn’t erect, she could easily slide the entire length inside her mouth.

“Ah, yes. What a wonderful cock sucker this bitch is!” the man said, thrusting his hips back and forth, still clutching her hair. “Go on, pal, jerk that stiff cock off!”

Tim watched from the chair, his glazed eyes taking in the sight of his wife sucking the man’s penis avidly, her breasts, still wet from the shower, jiggling heavily beneath. Sonny stood there nonchalantly, continuing to watch the woman pleasing his boss.

“Go on, man, wrap that hand on your boner and wank it off before we change our minds and tie you up again,” Sonny said.

His mouth open, sweat rolling off his forehead and eyes fixed at the sight of his wife’s lips sliding up and down the engorged penis, Tim wrapped his right fist around his erection, shuddering uncontrollably when he touched the sensitive flesh.

Sam watched her husband’s fist begin to move up and down over his distended member. Without realizing it she began to move her head up and down the man’s organ with the same rhythm that Tim was stroking himself with.

“Hmmm,” the man groaned, bucking his hips back and forth furiously. “I’m telling you pal, your wife really sucks mean! I’ve had a few broads sucking my cock before, but this slut ups the grade all the way! Oh yes, bitch, slurp on it like that, oh shit yes, that fucking tongue! Oh god, this is great! More saliva, slut, more saliva! I want to see my cock all wet with your saliva.”

Tim had thought that he would orgasm with just a couple of strokes; he was highly aroused. But amazingly, he didn’t. It was almost as if he wanted his wife to go on and on with the man.

“Just a minute, bitch,” the man said, pulling his organ out of her mouth abruptly. “Just buckle your body backward, ah yes, back, bitch, back.”

She knew that the man wanted her to kneel as close to Tim as possible so that her husband could have a close-up of her lips sliding up and down the flesh. She was right, because when they were scarcely a couple of feet away from Tim, he stopped pushing her and said, “Now, baby, take that cock back in your mouth!”

Without hesitation, her eyes still fixed on her husband’s erection, she lowered her head and took him back into her mouth.

Tim stared at the sight of his wife’s mouth opening wide and then closing around the brown cylinder. He increased the pace of his fist around his penis and then abruptly, slowed down again. Oh god, he thought. I am depraved. He usually slowed down when he wanted to prolong his orgasm and here he was, watching his wife suck on a stranger’s penis and wanting to prolong his own climax!

Sam noticed it too and she wasn’t shocked at all. She had given up on reacting to surprises. There had been too many of them, primarily, the fact that she was enjoying giving head to the chief again.

She closed her eyes and began to savor the feeling of the man’s flesh inside her mouth. She ran her tongue across the underside of the penis continuing to rock her head back and forth. She let more saliva out of her to coat his hot penis and she fondled his dangling scrotum with her hands.

The man felt the difference immediately and smiled triumphantly. He knew that this American was one hell of a horny lady, but was surprised that she had broken down so soon.

Tim was groaning softly as he continued to masturbate, staring at Sam.

“She’s good,” the man muttered, “my good little big tit whore, she’s fantastic! I love the way you are doing it to me baby, I really do. And for that, I reckon you need a gift from me!”

It was as though she hadn’t heard him at all. She increased the suction of her mouth around his penis and began to suck him more avidly.

“Sonny, just pull her ass towards you and fuck her from behind her.”

Once again, Tim slowed down the pace of his fist wrapped around his throbbing penis. He watched as Sonny stood behind Sam and pulled her up by her waist even as she continued sucking on the chief’s penis.

“That’s like it, Sonny. Ah, my little big tit slut, you want that black cock up your cunt, don’t you?”

Sam didn’t even hesitate when she nodded, but opened her eyes and stared at the man. She pulled her head away from his penis and licked the flesh with her tongue till her saliva dripped off it.

“My lovely whore! She deserves this gift. Go on, Sonny, fuck her!”

Sonny reached inside his shorts and fished out his erect penis. He didn’t bother removing his shorts, letting them lie in place as he crouched behind her and thrust his hips out at her.

“Ugghhh…” she gasped when she felt Sonny’s huge penis thrusting inside her wet vagina, driving her forward. She opened her mouth quickly to take the man’s penis back into her mouth: in fact, Sonny had thrust into her to drive her forward till the man’s penis was lodged deep inside her throat.

Sonny gripped the sides of her waist while the man yanked her head towards his groin by holding her by her long hair. Together, the men began to push and pull.

“Hold it, Sonny, don’t get carried away like that. When I fuck into her mouth, you fuck right inside her cunt, okay? That will give her two cocks inside her at the same time. And when I back out, you do that too, huh? Got that?”

“Gotcha!” Sonny muttered hoarsely as he matched his chief’s rhythm.

Sam moaned as the men assaulted her. She drove her buttocks back against the thrusting penis that repeatedly pushed inside and pulled outside her swollen vagina. Too, she began to move her head back and forth, countering the man’s penis invading her mouth.

“Go at it, Tim,” the man cried out, reaching down to fondle her swaying breasts. “I would like it better if you give some more encouragement to your wife; not that she requires it, but we’d love to hear you tell her what to do, if you know what I mean.”

Tim grunted, his fist now rapidly moving up and down his straining shaft.

“Tim! You heard me the first time,” the man repeated. “You don’t do as I say and you know the punishment for that. Maybe you will get to fuck your shaft with your hands now, but I promise you that if you don’t do as I say, this will be the last time you get to do it.”

“Suck his cock, Sam,” Tim muttered hoarsely. “That’s it, baby, suck that cock. Push your ass back harder, ah yes, take that black cock inside your cunt, oh yeah, you like that Sam, don’t you? You like sucking on one cock while another fucks you up your cunt, don’t you, Sam darling?”

Sam’s eyes flickered to her husband and she nodded imperceptibly. She had to acknowledge the fact that this strange man was a master at this sort of thing. All those fantasies that she and Tim played out were coming true despite the fact that this was rape. If she really liked what was happening to her, she reckoned, it was the same as those fantasies that she and her husband played out on a regular basis.

“Go on, pal,” Sonny gasped, thrusting harder and faster into her. “You don’t need too much of a vocabulary to get that right. Go on, tell her like you want to.”

“Lick around that cock, baby! Let me see your tongue washing his fucking cock.”

Sam drew her head back and let her tongue play over the chief’s now erect phallus.

“Don’t slow down with that ass. Grind it back, yeah, like that! Fuck that cock inside your cunt, honey.”

She drew one hanging testicle in her mouth, her nose pressed against the base of the man’s penis. The man tightened his grip on her breasts and moved to one side, urging her to take the other testicle in her mouth. He slapped her face with his erect penis while she sucked and licked his scrotum.

Tim was almost over the edge by now. Even if the man would have wanted him to be quiet, Tim knew he wouldn’t succeed in doing so.

“Ahhh, ooohhh, oh god, you really like it, Sam, don’t you? Go on, put that cock back in your mouth, ah yes, yes, now suck it, harder, now, faster! I want to see your cheeks gulping away…Jesus, oh fuck, oh god, oh, oh, oh, please help me, oh god, I’m cummmm…”

They watched as the semen jetted up in an arc from the tip of his penis. His face contorted, his eyes bulging and still staring at the sight of his wife with two penises inside her, he shuddered and grunted as he emptied himself, unmindful of the liquid smearing his belly and legs.

“Oh shit, this guy really had it stored inside him good,” Sonny muttered driving his body harder against Sam’s and in turn pushing her deeper towards his chief’s penis.

“Yeah,” the chief answered wistfully, still fondling the blonde’s breasts.

She continued to stare at her husband, twisting and writhing in the chair as the last drops of his semen dribbled out from his penis. Tim continued to stroke his shaft and continued to watch his wife’s body rocking back and forth between the two men.

The chief drew his shaft out of her mouth and holding it at the base, rubbed the wet head over her face.

“Aahhh, that feels so good, huh? Your face is real smooth and silky, almost like the inside of your cunt. Me? I don’t go in for freckles and all that shit. I like it when its smooth like this. Ah yes, it feels so good!”

She kept her mouth open as he stroked the tip of his shaft over her forehead, lowering it to her nose before sliding it against her cheeks. He even rubbed it over her ears and her chin before easing it back into her mouth.

As the gleaming cylinder slipped into her mouth, she clamped it with her lips, driving her face down to take the entire length inside. Her hands came into play: she grabbed his scrotum in her right fist and clutched the base of his penis with the fingers of her left hand. He thrust his hips out and then eased back, drawing his penis completely out of her mouth.

Watching this entire sequence apparently fired Sonny up. He suddenly increased the speed of his movements. His thighs smacked against her buttocks and upper thighs and he slid a hand down between her legs. His finger found her clitoris and he seized it between his fingers, twisting the erect nub around.

She moaned, sucking the shaft in her mouth frenziedly. The man began to pump his hips back and forth, clutching her swollen breasts and pinching the erect nipples.

Tim watched from the chair, his mouth open, hands still stroking his wet shaft. He noticed the frenzied pace that Sonny had set up countering the thrusts of his boss.

“Ah, but she is really tight, oh yeah, she’s really gripping my dick, chief, oh shit, oh yes, oh yes,” Sonny became so repetitive that all too soon he was incoherently babbling and grunting.

Just as suddenly, and without interrupting the rhythm, he slid his penis out of her vagina and stroked back and forth with the stiff cylinder lying between the cheeks of her buttocks. He squeezed the firm flesh of her buttocks together to wrap the smooth skin around his shaft and Tim thought, oh god, it was just like he had seen the man do her breasts; only this time, with Sonny’s erection in the cleft of her buttocks, it seemed like he was doing a pair of breasts without nipples!

Tim clearly saw the semen burst forth from the tip of Sonny’s pumping penis. The liquid spurted out in a series of short and powerful bursts that splattered Tim’s wife from the top of her spine right down to her buttocks. Sonny thrust a couple of his fingers inside her vulva as he ejaculated.

The man was obviously excited by what he saw, because Tim watched the semen flowing out of his wife’s mouth, aware that she was desperately trying to swallow as much as she could.

“Take this, you white slut! Swallow that load, oh yes, look at that face, will you, Tim? See all that cum on it? Ah, yes, now, you bitch, take it back in your mouth, ah yes, yes, suck it till it is dry, oh yes!”

As she let her tongue sweep across the semi-limp flesh, she glanced at Tim. Her husband was still stroking his penis and she noticed that it was still hard!

Sonny noticed it too and laughed harshly. “Look at that fucker, chief! The son of a bitch just refuses to go down!”

Tim had unconsciously increased the pace with which he was masturbating. He was aware of the sweat rolling off his forehead, but at that moment, he had his eyes only on his wife.

“Do you want your wife to suck your cock, Tim?” the man asked slyly, his hands caressing Pam’s blonde hair, almost gently.

That made Tim stop what he was doing. His hand abruptly stopped stroking his penis and a strange look came over his face.

“I take that as a yes,” the man laughed, now backing away slightly to rub his wet penis over her face.

Sam looked at her husband who was looking, rather hopefully, she thought, at the man.

“Well, say something, asshole!” the man laughed.

Red faced, breathing heavily and still looking at the man, he nodded rapidly, as if afraid that the stranger would change his mind.

Sonny laughed mirthlessly, kneading Sam’s buttocks, and in the process, spreading his sperm over the firm globes.

“Men!” he said sarcastically. “That’s why I don’t want to get married, Chief! Who knows what the fuck the wife will get up to once my back is turned? And what if I want to get laid by another bitch?”

The man pushed his hips up to press his wet penis against Sam’s face and then abruptly backed away.

“Okay, my little randy whore. You know what he wants. Go on, crawl on your knees up to that wimp and blow him. Maybe, it should be interesting to watch, huh Sonny?”

“Like they say they have live shows abroad?” Sonny asked.

Sam gazed at her husband who was looking into her eyes. She detected a strange, almost confused look in his eyes and a part of her heart went out to him. He was in an utterly hopeless situation and they both knew it.

And so was she, she thought, crawling on her hands and knees towards him. It didn’t take long for her to reach him: he was barely a few feet away from them.

Tim stared hungrily at his wife. He could see the man’s juices still dribbling down her lips and her chin. Too, there was the slimy fluid across her back: that of Sonny. Her hair hung around her cute oval face and he could see her breasts hanging down as well.

Did he really want this? Would he actually make his wife take him in her mouth? Was this humiliation, or was it excitement? Had he really degenerated to such an extent that he couldn’t control his animal instincts despite having watched his wife being ravaged in every which way possible by four strangers?

It was too late for him to try and find the answers, because by then, Sam was beside his chair and was hesitantly reaching out for his hard penis, which he still gripped in his fist.

“No hands, bitch!” the man roared.

She heard Sonny snigger at the chief’s order.

She had really no choice. She was as confused as her husband was. So, she let her palms rest on the cold floor and wedged her body against her husband’s thighs. She could see his throbbing penis now as he let it out of his clenched fist. The veins pulsed and his juices dribbled down the shaft.
She decided to no longer look into his eyes. She didn’t know whether she was doing this out of fear, out of sympathy for Tim or to respond to the crazy hunger inside her.

She felt like she was a voracious nymphomaniac as she thrust her face over his penis. She felt his hand grasp the back of her head and pull her down over his erection.

“No hands for you too, punk! You have used it enough,” said the man.

And so Tim sat there on the chair, one hand resting on his hip, his body frantically struggling against the ropes that fastened him to the chair, his head thrown back, eyes shut and his mouth open.

She lowered her face and took him in her mouth. He tried to thrust upward, tried to ram his shaft inside her mouth, but the ropes held him back onto the chair.

She slid half of his length inside her mouth and began to lick the shaft with her tongue. He moaned and looked down at the sight of her lips sliding down and then going all the way up. His shaft, with no guide with her mouth off it, slapped against his belly and she raised herself up on her knees to take it back in her mouth.

He cried out, whether in agony or ecstasy, she did not know and now she didn’t care either. There was no longer any feeling of sympathy. She no longer thought that he needed release from his predicament; all she wanted now was his juice inside her, the shaft rubbing against the side of her mouth.

Her large breasts rubbed against his bare thighs as she settled down to take the entire length of his penis inside her mouth. He felt her hard nipples grazing against his skin.

She allowed his prick to pop out of her mouth and began to lick him desperately. She lowered her mouth and licked his scrotum, taking each into her mouth and sucking avidly on it till he grunted and cried out, almost in pain.

Then, her tongue swept up from the base of the shaft to its tip. She let it linger at the bulbous head, gently licking the head before dragging the tip from the tip to the base all over again.

Tim watched in fascination as she made a pout of her lush lips and rubbed his penis between them. She wedged it sideways inside her mouth before finally settling to taking him back right to the hilt till her nose was buried in his pubic hair. For a long time she did not move, just sucking gently, allowing her tongue to sweep the expanse of the hot flesh, and then gradually she began to raise and lower her head.

“Shit, chief, that is really hot!” Sonny muttered.

“Isn’t it? I told you so. There’s something about them whities that gets to you. I reckon they feel the same when they watch blacks doing it like that!” the man replied.

Tim had stopped grunting and begun to emit what sounded like strange and incoherent gurgles. His head was thrown back and his mouth was wide open. He was sweating.

Sam increased the pace of her movements. She sucked avidly, voraciously till he thought she would bite him off.

“Ahh, ugghhh, ah yes, oh yes, yes, I’m going to cum, I’m coming, oh yes, oh, ah, yes…”

“If you cum in her mouth, I’m gonna whip your ass,” the man remarked caustically and Sonny sniggered. “I want to see your cum splatter all over her slut face!”

Sam heard him as well. She felt her husband’s penis swell inside her mouth and instinctively knew that he was about to orgasm. Quickly, she pulled her head back just as the first burst exploded out of his shaft and onto her nose. The second burst landed on her cheek and the third splattered over her forehead.

“Ah yes,” the man said. “Just like they show it in those fuck films. Bend down your head slut and let it wash your hair!”

Sam obeyed, her eyes closed.

“Aahhhhh!” Tim uttered shuddering and shivering in the chair. His climax had been complete and now, instead of basking in the aftermath, the guilt returned in full force.

He could no longer keep his eyes open, no longer bear to look at his wife, at her abject humiliation.

“Oh god,” he moaned, surprised that there were tears trailing down his cheeks, “oh Jesus, oh my god, what the hell have I done?”

Sam looked at her husband, his juices still wet on her face and in her hair. For a moment, she thought about telling him that it was all right, everything was going to be okay and they would soon get out of this mess. But, something stopped her from speaking out. Instead, she glanced furtively at the other two men in the room.

“Stop sobbing, you fucking wimp!” the man remarked sarcastically. “First you watch your wife getting gang banged and you get your cock all worked up and hot. Then you tell her, I mean, really tell her to go on and give it to us, egg her on to fuck with Sonny here and suck me off. You keep getting harder and harder, start to jack off till you finally scream out that you want to blow your fucking load and you want your wife to help you with that. And now, you feel guilty and want to sob? Come on pal, gimme a break! I would have thought you would beg to get untied and join the fucking fun!”

Sonny snickered – it was getting to be a habit – and said, “Jeeze, chief, that makes it all the better. Now, if only this little white slut begins to sob and moan and cry! That would be real fun, huh? Nothing like breaking a dry cunt and drawing blood!”

The man chuckled, walking up to Tim’s chair and gently slapping his cheek. “There, Tim, that was just a small pat. Next time, I’ll want to smack you just that bit harder. Behave man; you look weird sobbing like that with your cock all wet with juices and your wife still kneeling there with it all over her pretty face. Clam up, punk!”

Tim lowered his face; his eyes still squeezed shut, his body heaving with the effort of trying to quit sobbing. He knew that things really did not look so good for him. He could have at least tried to shout, struggle or maybe bite one of those guys when he had the chance to. Instead, he had encouraged them, put up with them, obeyed their commands and degraded his wife.

He looked at Sam through and noticed the strange glint in her eyes. He couldn’t recognize the look because he had never seen that before. It wasn’t anger, it wasn’t hurt, it wasn’t sympathy and god knows it wasn’t lust.

She held his gaze for a long time before lowering her eyes to the ground.

Sonny had pulled his shorts back on and the chief was in the process of pulling on his shorts as well.

“All right, Sonny. You and the guys take a ride. Just be careful not to wander too far off. I want at least two of you to be at hand – just in case, okay? Arrange for some grub for us. I had told this slut that I was going to have a private talk with her. Reckon its time for me to do that. Oh yeah, don’t forget to tie this wimp’s hands back on.”

Sam looked up at the man, wondering what he wanted to talk to her about. She watched Sonny walk up to Tim.

“Its okay, slut. Let’s say I want to write down my memoirs, huh? I’m just gonna ask you a few things. I’m interested, believe me.”

Sonny had tied back Tim’s hand to the chair. He looked up at his boss. “Hey chief, what about the tape on this asshole’s mouth?”

“It goes back. I don’t want him to sob so loud that someone in the hotel call the cops in.”

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