extreme rape

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Taken At a Rest Stop

Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

We left home late this morning. My husband and I were

taking a couple of weeks off and driving from our home

in Northern Vermont to Florida. We had planned to leave

early this morning and stop for the first night just

south of Pennsylvania. But that wasn’t how it worked

out.

We had the car packed last night with everything but


our toiletries and our pillows. We always travel with

our own pillows. But when we got up this morning we

took quick showers and dressed and went outside,

planning on having breakfast down the road somewhere.

My husband, Jim, took the toiletries bag out to the car

and I was going around the house one last time to make

sure nothing was left on that shouldn’t be.

I went outside to find Jim unloading the trunk. We had

a flat tire! I helped him as much as I could, which

wasn’t much. It seems like most of our suitcases weigh

more than I do. He got the spare tire and the jack out

and changed the tire.

Once the tire had been changed we discussed it and

decided that the prudent thing to do would be to

replace the tire so that we would have a spare. We

didn’t want to get stuck on the side of the road

without. Since the trunk was already unloaded the time

to do that was now. I waited on the porch, impatiently,

as Jim rushed into town and waited for our small town’s

only service station to open and get the tire replaced.

By the time he had returned and we had loaded the trunk

again we were almost three hours late. The problem with

that is, we knew from past experience that it can be

very difficult when traveling south on I-81 to find a

motel room at night in Pennsylvania. On one previous

trip we had ended up driving through the state,

although we were exhausted. And the last time we had

ended up taking a nap in a rest stop, not very restful.

Sure enough, because of our late start, we ended up,

after looking for a room at several exits, giving up

and stopping for a short nap at a rest stop. It was a

typical rest stop. We parked in a well lit area near

the restrooms. Not good for sleeping, but safer. There

were other cars and trucks and RVs in the parking lot,

it seemed safe.

We put our seats all the way back and put the seat

backs down as far as they would go and tried to sleep.

Jim finally dozed off but after about half an hour I

got the urge to go to the ladies room. I quietly opened

my door and slid out, careful not to wake Jim, and went

up the sidewalk and used the facilities. I came back

out and there was no sign of trouble until I opened the

door and sat down. I didn’t even realize at first that

my seatback was now upright. I was too sleepy I guess.

The first sign I had that we were in trouble was when I

looked to see if Jim was awake and I saw him sitting

with his eyes wide open and a gun was held to his head.

I started to scream, but before I could a hand came

around from the back and clamped over my mouth firmly.

I tried to bite the hand and struggled to get free of

it, but I heard a loud click as the man holding the gun

to Jim’s head cocked it. I froze and the man behind me

asked me, "Are you ready to behave, or do you want this

young fella’s brains splattered all over the

windshield?"

I froze; I stopped struggling and slumped down in my

seat. The man behind me cautiously took his hand away

and, when I was quiet, he sat back in his seat and left

me alone.

The man behind Jim said, "Do you guys see how this

works? One of you fucks up, the other one gets hurt, or

worse. You do what you are told, when you are told and

maybe you live to tell the police later. Or not,

depends on my mood, so you better be nice to me."

I was so scared I thought I was going to throw up. I

looked at Jim and saw that he had an ugly bruise on his

forehead. It suddenly struck me, "Oh my god, I left the

car door unlocked! Shit, I let these criminals in!" I

started crying and Jim tried to hold me, but the man

behind him stopped him.

"Let the bitch cry," he said. "I like the sound. It’s

pleasant, like a brook running through your back yard.

You might as well get used to it; she’ll probably be

making that sound a lot."

He ordered Jim to start the car and pull up behind a

large RV at the far end of the parking lot, parked all

by itself in the dark, under some tree branches. Jim

hesitated for just a second and suddenly a leather

strap, a belt, came over the top of my seat and over my

neck and I was being strangled.

"Alright," Jim yelled, as he started the car. "Alright,

I’m doing it!"

The strap around my throat loosened, but didn’t go

away. Jim pulled up to the back of the RV and then,

following directions, he got out and the man sitting

behind him got out and followed Jim, with gun drawn, as

he made Jim precede him into the RV. I tried to see him

as he followed Jim around the vehicle, but it was dark.

I could tell that he seemed large, sturdy, but I

couldn’t tell anything else about him.

As soon as he was out of sight I felt a hand come

around the seat and begin to explore my left breast. I

jumped, but the belt tightened and I offered no

resistance. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I normally do, of

course, but on long trips I find that they make it

impossible to get comfortable towards the end of the

day, so I had left it off this morning.

The man behind me realized it right away and said,

"Good girl! I appreciate your making it easier for me

by not wearing a damned bra. I tell you what, how about

if you lift that fucking shirt up over your tits so I

can get a good feel."

I was terrified, and it made it so much worse that he

seemed to be so calm and in control. My hands shook as

I lifted my polo shirt up over my chest and held it

under my chin.

Instantly the hot, sweaty hand began exploring my

flesh, now unhindered by the material of my thin top.

He cupped my breast and lifted it in his hand as though

weighing it. Then he began pinching and pulling on my

nipple, not hurting me, just toying with me. I could

only sit quietly with my eyes pressed closed and allow

him to do anything he wished.

The man that had taken Jim inside finally came back out

and opened my door. He smiled down at me, obviously

enjoying the sight of my breasts, and the evidence of

my surrender. I glanced at his face and did not like

what I saw. He appeared to be around forty years old.

His face was weathered and he appeared to be in very

good shape. He looked strong, and he looked evil. I

could hope that he was putting on a show for me, but I

didn’t think that was the case. He looked like the sort

of person the detectives are always looking for on TV,

evil.

He reached out and grabbed my arm and pulled me out of

the car. He wasn’t holding the gun now, but he knew I

wasn’t going anywhere. He led me to the door of the RV

and pushed me inside. When I was half way in I saw Jim

tied to a chair and gagged. I guess he must have

struggled because now it looked like his lip was cut.

I had hesitated when I saw my husband tied to the chair

and the man behind me put his hand on my backside and

pushed me inside. He followed me in and pushed me into

a chair. My hands were handcuffed to the bottom of the

chair and a rag was taped in my mouth. Then he went

back outside and I heard noises in the back of the RV.

I had seen the tow dolly attached to the back of the

RV. They were hooking up our car. I didn’t know if that

was good or bad.

I looked at Jim. Jim was normally my tower of strength.

It terrified me that he looked beaten. We seemed to be

totally helpless, totally hopeless. It was horrible, I

kept feeling dizzy and I was afraid I was going to

faint.

Before long the two men who had taken us came in. The

one that had been playing with my breast came in

second, behind the larger man that seemed to be in

control. He stopped to pinch my nipple and smile down

at me and I saw him for the first time.

He was much like the first man; in fact they looked

like they might be brothers. They were both tall, rough

looking, sturdy, strong, and, as I said, evil. They

both had a very scary look in their eyes whenever I had

the nerve to look one of them in the eyes.

The second one, he appeared to be slightly younger,

late thirties I guess, walked up front and got in the

driver’s seat. In a few minutes the RV was driving down

the Interstate in the dark, with my husband and I held

helpless in the back.

They ignored us for a while, both of them sitting up

front and talking quietly. They drove for nearly an

hour before they pulled off the Interstate and into a

gas station. They filled up the fuel tank and the older

one came back out with a couple of cups of coffee and

soon they were driving down the secondary roads and I

had no idea where we were going.

I was exhausted, but much too scared to doze off. I

couldn’t see anything in the dark outside. Every time I

looked at our captors I got a feeling of terror in the

pit of my stomach. So I just sat back with my head

back, resting on the seat cushion, and stared at the

ceiling.

I finally noticed a light coming from the microwave

oven and saw that it was four in the morning. Not long

after that the driver slowed and pulled off the road,

driving slowly through the trees on a very rough trail.

I had the impression that we were a very long way from

anything.

He drove through the woods for about five minutes and

finally came to a stop. I looked outside but it was

pitch black and I couldn’t see a thing.

The two men that had taken us stood up and stretched.

The driver went into the back and I heard him using the

bathroom. The other one, the older one, the more evil

of the two if I was correct, stood looking down at me.

At last he reached into his pocket and dug out the key

and leaned down and unlocked my handcuffs.

My arms were free now, but I had no place to go. I sat,

waiting for whatever was to happen next. I was long

past hoping I would not be raped; now I was just

praying that we would not be killed. I was not so

stupid that I did not know that they would rape me.

The one in charge spoke quietly to me. "Do you remember

what I told you back at the rest stop?" I was too

terrified to think and he must have seen the blank look

in my eyes. "I told you that anytime either of you does

something I don’t like, or doesn’t do what they are

told, the other one pays for it. Do you remember now?"

I nodded. I still had the gag in my mouth.

"Do you believe me?" he asked.

There was absolutely no question in my mind that they

would take pleasure in hurting us, or killing us, as

the spirit moved them.

I nodded again.

"Smart girl," he said. "I’m going to take that gag off

now. You don’t make a sound, not one peep. You don’t

speak unless spoken to. I don’t want to hear a who, a

what, a why, or a where come out of your mouth."

I nodded my understanding and he ripped the tape off of

my mouth and pulled the cloth out and tossed it onto

the counter nearby. I took a couple of deep breaths and

licked my dry lips. I kept swallowing, trying to get

some moisture in my mouth.

The man that had been driving came back out from the

bathroom and the one who had been doing the talking

said, "This is my little brother Luke. My name is JT.

But you can call us both Sir, when we let you speak,

which won’t be often. Now I was serious about that, I

consider unauthorized talking a serious offense and I

promise you that both of you will regret it if I catch

you. And that means talking between you too."

I nodded my understanding and he continued, "Good, you

seem like a real smart girl. Maybe there is just a

slight chance you two will come out of this okay. Now,

I would like for you to stand up," and he paused while

I struggled to my feet and tried to stand on legs that

quivered in terror.

When I was standing at last he continued, "Good girl,

now, take those clothes off for me."

It certainly came as no surprise, but still I wasn’t

sure how I was going to get through it. I took a deep

breath, hesitating for only a second and suddenly he

swung around and hit Jim with the back of his hand

violently. I screamed and he grabbed my throat and held

me so that only my toes touched the floor.

"What did I tell you about not obeying?" he asked

conversationally. That was part of what made this so

terrifying, made them so evil. They acted like

kidnapping people and hurting them were just things

that everyone did. This was all just a part of their

normal everyday lives, just another day at work.

I struggled with my polo shirt, while I still dangled

from his fingers. Finally he released me and I pulled

my shirt over my head and dropped it in the chair

behind me.

"Damn," he said to his brother. "Not much in the tit

department."

Luke grinned and said, "They felt just fine to me, JT."

I kicked off my sandals and slid my loose fitting

shorts and my panties down together and stepped out of

them. I stood back up and waited with my hands at my

sides for whatever was going to happen next.

JT stared at me for a moment, and then he went up front

and picked up my purse from the consol between the

front seats. I hadn’t even seen them bring it in. He

dug around in it and pulled out my wallet and pulled

out my driver’s license. He held it up and looked at my

license and looked at me and read, "Jean Davis, Star

Route, Littleton, Vermont, born July 17th, 1984. That

would make you twenty-two, right?"

I nodded and he read on.

"Five foot four inches, 114 pounds, blonde hair, blue

eyes. And if there had been a block on here for ‘cute

little thing’ they would have had to check that too.

Your tits are a little small, but you are a good

looking little thing."

"How long have you been married?" he asked.

"Two years next week," I answered, not much louder than

a whisper.

JT suddenly swung around and drove the back of his hand

into Jim’s face again. I screamed and he turned back

around and grinned at me and, seeing the obvious

confusion in my face said, "Sir! Two years next week,

SIR! Damn girl, I hope you start learning faster than

you have been, your poor old man is having a hard time

here."

"We’ve been married two years next week sir." I said

again. Oh god, poor Jim. I was trying so hard to do

what they wanted!

JT smiled and said, "That’s better. Now, come over

here. Let’s check you out and see what we have to work

with."

I was only a few feet away from him. This was a very

large and obviously very expensive RV, but still, there

is only so much room to play with. I edged closer and

he watched me, enjoying my terror, feeding on it like a

vampire. When I was close enough he reached out and

roughly squeezed and pulled on my breasts.

I winced in pain, but I didn’t try to protect myself.

He mauled my breasts for a few minutes and then he

concentrated on my nipples. He pulled them out as far

as they would go and then moved them around in all

different directions. Squeezing and pulling and staring

into my eyes to feed off of my pain.

I tried not to look at Jim, who was seated so that I

was being manhandled right in front of him. JT looked

down at him and saw that his eyes were closed and said

to me, "What’s your hubby’s name little lady?"

"Jim sir," I answered instantly.

JT looked down at Jim and in the voice you would expect

from a concerned teacher talking to a student he said,

"Jimmy, boy. I don’t want to look down and see your

eyes closed again. You pay attention to what’s going on

here, alright?"

Jim muttered what sounded like it must have been, "Yes

sir," through his gag and then opened his eyes and

watched JT molest me as he had been ordered.

JT smiled and said, "Good boy." Then he reached down

and shoved a couple of fingers into my pussy, roughly,

as though trying to hurt me. I grunted, but didn’t

move. I was surprised that my pussy didn’t seem to be

dry. I certainly wasn’t turned on. I suppose it must be

my body’s natural reaction to the things that were

happening. Still it was embarrassing when JT pulled his

fingers out and showed them to his brother Luke and to

my husband and kidded about how much fun I was having.

He put his fingers back in my pussy and moved them

around and said, "Still nice and tight." He looked at

Luke and said, "This is some prime pussy, Luke."

After a few minutes he pulled his fingers out of me and

turned me around and ordered me to bend down and put my

hands flat on the floor and spread my legs shoulder

width apart.

I did as he instructed and I could feel the eyes of all

three of them on my exposed privates. Luke chuckled and

said, "God damn! I can’t wait to get me some of that!"

I felt the tears streaming down my cheeks as first one

and then both brothers explored my body from the back.

Fingers poked and prodded, delving deeply into my pussy

and even forcing themselves into my butt. But I didn’t

move, I didn’t object. Except for an occasional grunt

of pain, I stayed down and stayed quiet and tried to

divorce my mind from what was happening to me.

I heard the obvious sound of clothing being removed and

I could tell that the older brother was undressing

while Luke continued to explore my body energetically.

When JT was undressed Luke stepped back and watched as

JT ordered me stand up and turn around. I obeyed

instantly, wavering slightly as I stood because so much

of my blood had gone to my head in this awkward

position. When I was standing JT pulled me close and

kissed me passionately. I knew better than to resist. I

forced myself to return his kiss, fully aware that if

JT wasn’t satisfied that Jim would suffer for it.

As JT held me close and our tongues entwined he

continued to explore my body with his large, rough

hands. He began sawing one hand up and down my slit and

I started moving my hips in response. He was

intelligent enough to know that I was doing what I had

to do, but he broke the kiss and smiled up at his

brother and said, "Damn Luke, look at her go! This

bitch is hot!"

I prayed that Jim realized that I was doing what I had

to do so that he wouldn’t be hurt. I felt JT pressing

on my shoulders and I dropped to my knees. His cock was

right in my face, hard and red and throbbing. It

appeared to be about the same size as my husband’s,

seven inches, and so, not all that threatening. At

least that was what I tried to convince myself.

I didn’t wait to be told. I reached up with my hands to

take hold of his cock, but he slapped my hands away and

said, "A little later I’ll want you to use your fingers

to tickle my balls, other than that you don’t need

them."

I parted my lips and, although I am not very good at

it, I did my best to please him with my mouth. I did it

from time to time for Jim, but I didn’t really care for

it. It seemed like such a nasty thing to do. Of course

I never let him ejaculate in my mouth. I knew, however,

that JT and Luke were not going to be as understanding.

JT let me struggle with his cock in my mouth for a few

moments. I am reasonably sure that he was enjoying my

discomfort more than the actual stimulation he received

from my lips and tongue. But it wasn’t long before the

stimulation my clumsy efforts provided were inadequate

and he grabbed my head and started forcing himself

deeper.

In seconds he was forcing his cock much deeper than I

had ever experienced before and I was gagging and the

tears were flowing down my cheeks anew. But I didn’t

resist. I struggled to breathe and let him do anything

he wanted and much to my shock I suddenly found myself

with his cock all the way down my throat!

JT looked at Jim and said, "Ain’t that pretty? I knew

she could do it. Yeah baby, that’s what I like. Keep

doing that."

He released his hold on my head and let me continue on

my own. With great difficulty and a lot of pain I was

able to continue to force my lips down to the smelly,

sweaty base of his cock on every stroke now. JT leaned

back and watched my struggles with obvious pleasure.

It wasn’t long before he started groaning and at last

he grabbed my head. I could tell that he was about to

ejaculate and so I brought my hand up and tickled his

balls while he held my face buried in his stomach as he

ejaculated into my throat.

I forced myself not to resist and remained there,

struggling to get enough oxygen until he finally pulled

his cock out of my throat and then, after I had caught

the last few drops of his cum on my tongue he pulled it

out of my mouth altogether.

I had been preoccupied and had not noticed that Luke

was naked now. Not until JT moved away and Luke took

his place. Luke’s cock was fractionally longer and just

a tiny bit thicker. It wasn’t as if he was threatening

me with some monster cock, but I had just been used

very roughly and it was hard to continue without a

moment’s rest. But there was no rest.

Luke didn’t give me a chance to suck his cock. As soon

as the head of his cock was in my mouth he grabbed my

head and started fucking my face forcefully. On the

second thrust he was all the way down my throat and all

I could do was try to time my breaths between his

savage strokes.

I didn’t even notice the terrible, unclean smell coming

from him until the very end when he held me just as JT

had and shot his slimy cum down my throat. I took

comfort in the fact that he had not lasted very long.

Neither of them had. But I assumed that there would be

more opportunities for them to take their time and

increase my suffering.

Luke finally pulled his organ from my mouth, but I was

too scared to move. I stayed just as I was until

someone told me what I should do next. It didn’t take

long. Luke moved over to the chair I had been

handcuffed to and sat on my clothes.

JT came back around and I saw that he was already hard

again. He put his cock back in my poor, tired mouth,

but when I started to take it down like he had made me

do last time he stopped me and just let me hold the

head of it in my mouth. "Yeah baby, that’s good. You

are turning out to be easier to train that I thought

you would. That was some good head. I bet you didn’t

even know what a good cocksucker you were did you?"

I shook my head gently.

"That’s okay," he said, "You can thank me later. Now

it’s time to see just how good that pussy of yours is.

He stepped back and ordered me to stretch out on the

floor in front of my husband. I obeyed instantly and JT

knelt between my knees and started licking my thighs

and my stomach before he centered on my slit and ate me

with much more flair than I would have expected from

him. I fought it with all of my will, but within

minutes I was lifting my hips to meet his tongue and

finally shuddering as I came with his mouth pressed

over my pussy and his tongue buried deeply in my slit.

I felt so guilty. I knew I could never look Jim in the

eye again. Letting that cretin give me an orgasm was

much worse than letting both of them cum in my mouth.

He stared up at me over my heaving breasts and as soon

as I started to relax and come back down from my orgasm

he moved over me and looked into my face and ordered me

to put his cock in my slit.

I obeyed and he held it in place for a minute while, at

his further instruction I licked my juices from his

face. Then he started fucking me. Slowly at first, then

with increasing violence until he was thrusting in and

out of me with astonishing force and speed. It hurt,

but it was impossible to ignore the sensations in my

swollen pussy and soon I was cumming again.

When I finally became aware that I was holding him

tightly in my arms and squeezing him with my legs I

almost screamed in dismay. He had cum shortly after I

had and when I opened my eyes he was staring at me

smugly.

"Yeah, you are one hot cunt, aren’t you baby. We are

going to get along just fine."

I could only cry softly and say, "Yes sir."

JT got off of me and walked up my body on his knees

until his semi hard, slimy male organ was dangling at

my lips. "One of your jobs, bitch, will be to always

clean off the cock that has just pleasured you, then

you kiss it and say thank you sir."

I opened my mouth and lifted my head, taking JT’s cock

in my mouth. I managed to control my gagging and suck

his nasty cock clean. Then I let it slip from between

my lips and kissed the head softly and said, "Thank you

sir."

At last he lifted off of me and as soon as he was out

of the way his brother fell on me heavily. He had

obviously not learned anything from watching his older

brother. His attack was violent and totally lacking in

style. I thought to myself, "This is the kind of attack

that the word ‘fuck’ was meant to describe. It was

nothing but brutal and degrading. But of course, he was

not in the least concerned with my feelings or opinions

and he was not doing it to please me.

I just closed my eyes and waited for it to be over.

Fortunately it didn’t take long. Luke came in me, and

then he collapsed on top of me and caught his breath

while robbing me of my own.

He finally rolled off and leaned back against a chair

and sat staring at me. I was in my own little world,

trying to deal with what I was being put through.

Fortunately though, I remembered just in time what I

was required to do.

I sat up and crawled over between Luke’s legs and took

his smelly cock into my mouth and sucked it clean. I

finally released it and kissed it and said, "Thank you

sir." As I sat back up it occurred to me that his cock

was probably the cleanest part of his filthy body.

The light coming through the RV windows caught my eye

and I was shocked to see that it was morning. I looked

at Jim and then at JT and tried to think of some way to

ease Jim’s suffering. He must be dying of thirst and

probably had to go to the bathroom. I had to take a

chance.

I raised my hand and when JT looked at me questioningly

I pointed to my mouth and then brought my hands

together to plead for permission to speak.

He grinned and said, "Well, now I have to figure out if

you want to suck my cock again or are you asking to

speak." He watched my discomfort and then finally

relented and said, "Alright slut, what do you want?"

I said, "Thank you sir. Please sir, can I please take

the gag out of my husband’s mouth and give him some

water sir. Please sir, he won’t do anything stupid, he

doesn’t want to see me get hurt."

JT smiled and asked, "That’s all you want?"

I decided I might as well go for broke. "Sir, he

probably needs to go to the bathroom. He has been tied

up for a very long time."

JT said, "I guess we can work something out, but just

remember, if you want to get something, you always have

to give something."

"Yes sir," I said, "anything you want."

"Luke," JT said. "Untie our boy here and let him go to

the bathroom. Then let him have a bottle of water."

"No problem bro," Luke said genially.

It took him almost five minutes to set Jim free from

his bindings. It took Jim several tries to stand up. He

finally made his way to the bathroom, using the

counters and walls to support himself. He was led back

in a few minutes and Luke grabbed a bottle of water

from the refrigerator.

He led Jim to the chair I had been riding in and after

Jim sat down he gulped down nearly half the water

immediately. JT took a length of rope and put it around

Jim’s neck and draped it down the back of the chair and

attached it to the bottom of the chair. Once Jim had

finished the bottle of water JT instructed Luke to

attach the hand cuffs to his wrists.

It was cruel, but at least he was free of those tightly

wound ropes that had held him so tightly for the last

few hours.

Once Jim was handcuffed JT said, "Alright, time to get

some rest. I get her today; you get her tomorrow, okay

Luke?"

Luke was sated. He had already gotten a blowjob and

fucked me violently. He had no problem deferring to his

older brother who he obviously worshipped. I was not

certain, but I was starting to think that Luke might be

just a little bit off. But then, they had just

kidnapped and raped me, how normal could they be?

JT pushed me along into the little bedroom in the back

of the RV while Luke stretched out on the small sofa.

I thought I would have a short rest, since, like his

brother, JT has just had two orgasms in close order.

But I had a lot to learn about these two sex fiends. I

knelt on the bed and started to crawl up toward the

head when JT stopped me. "Jesus cunt, you’re leaking

cum all over the fucking place. What a pig!"

Yeah, it’s all my fault asshole!

He pulled me back to my feet and made me stand with one

foot up on the bed and scoop up the cum leaking from my

pussy and eat it. JT and his brother had really enjoyed

me, judging by the amount of ejaculate dripping from my

pussy and running down my thighs. I gagged a couple of

times, but I managed to swallow it all.

Finally JT had satisfied himself that I had consumed

all that I could from my body, and then he sent me into

the tiny little bathroom and let me use the facilities

and wash up a little. I also took the opportunity to

rinse out my mouth, for all the good it did. As soon as

I returned to the bedroom I was kneeling with my mouth

on JT’s cock and his hand buried in my crotch.

It took much longer this time, but I remembered to

tickle his balls when he started to cum, and I

remembered to lick him clean and thank him properly.

Finally I was allowed to sleep. I had been awake for

most of the last twenty-four hours and I had been

kidnapped and raped repeatedly and I was exhausted.

Despite our desperate situation I slept like a log

until late afternoon.

When I finally woke up I had to go to the bathroom, but

I was afraid to move without permission. I was afraid

he might think I was trying to escape or something.

Time flies awfully slowly when you have to go to the

bathroom. Even though I dreaded whatever the day would

bring, I was desperate for JT to wake up and allow me

to go to the toilet.

When he finally got up he dragged me along with him to

the bathroom. I watched, reluctantly, as he stood at

the toilet and emptied his bladder. I saw him watching

me fidget beside him. I knew that it was obvious what I

wanted.

As soon as he was finished he pulled me in front of him

and sat me down on the toilet seat that he had just

finished spraying with urine. I cringed as my butt hit

the wet seat, but as soon as I was seated my bladder

let go. I closed my eyes in relief, and was surprised

when I felt something on my lips. I opened my eyes and

saw his cock dangling right in my face, drops of urine

still clinging to the end.

I opened my mouth and he placed his soft cock on my

tongue. I closed my mouth and started sucking gently

and soon his cock was rock hard. I expected him to

start forcing it into my throat, but instead he led me

back out to the living area and bent me down so that I

was leaning on the chair that Jim was chained to.

My face was just inches from my husband’s when JT drove

his cock into my pussy from behind. I was not

lubricated like I had been last night, or rather this

morning, and it hurt like hell. But I made no sounds

but the grunts of pain as he fucked me. When he finally

erupted inside of me he pulled out slowly and I turned

around and dropped to my knees and sucked his cock

clean. Then I kissed it and thanked him as instructed.

Luke had sat up on the couch to watch and JT sat down

beside him. They just stared at me for a moment and

then JT pointed to my crotch. I looked down and saw his

cum oozing out of me and I scooped it up and ate it.

"Good girl," JT said. "In fact, you have been so good I

am going to let your darling husband go to the

bathroom. Luke, take the wimp outside and let him do

his business. When you get back I’ll let you get a

morning blowjob before she starts work."

Luke unlocked Jim’s wrists and unfastened the rope

around his throat and pushed him through the door

roughly. While they were outside JT said, "After you

take care of Luke I want you to make breakfast. Then

you can clean up the bathroom, you made a mess of the

toilet seat. After that you can go through the closets

and throw away all the clothes you find." My blood

chilled when he said, "The old owners won’t need them

anymore. I’ll go through the drawers, don’t want you to

have to do all the work."

Luke brought Jim back inside and put him back in the

chair and fastened his wrists again. As soon as Jim was

secured he stood in front of him and made me kneel at

his feet and suck him off. This time, unlike the first

blowjob I had been forced to give him, he let me do all

of the work.

I did my best to please him and before long I was

taking him into my throat, but just as he started to

cum he pulled out of my throat and filled my mouth with

his slimy load. I looked at his face as he came, his

eyes were closed, but as soon as he finished he looked

at me and patted my head like a good pet.

I licked the last traces of cum from the head of his

cock and then kissed his cock and said, "Thank you

sir."

"Sweetheart, I do believe that was the best blowjob I

have ever had," Luke said. It sounded like he actually

thought I would be proud!

"I am so proud," I thought. The asshole likes my

blowjobs. If I live through this I will put it on my

resume."

I got up and went to the refrigerator. It was well

stocked. I assume by the people who had thought they

would be going on a nice vacation before they came

across JT and Luke. I didn’t know if they intended for

me to feed all four of us, but I decided it would be

easier to cook for four than to ask. I made coffee and

a simple breakfast of bacon and eggs and toast.

I couldn’t figure out how to set up the dinette table

so Luke did that. I filled four plates with breakfast

and while they ate I fed Jim, they would not free him

so that he could eat. Jim tried to avoid eating at

first, but I made him eat. By the time I finished

feeding him, my breakfast was cold, but I ate what I

could and then I put the dishes in the sink and went in

and cleaned the bathroom.

It wasn’t that bad. I guess these two cavemen had only

recently stolen the RV.

I went into the bedroom and started pulling clothes out

of the closet. As I worked I noticed a picture on the

wall. It was a picture of a nice looking middle age

couple who I was pretty sure were dead now. I had

trouble holding back the tears as I handled their

clothes. Once they were all in a pile I grabbed a large

handful and struggled out to the sitting area. JT saw

me coming and stepped through the outside door and held

it for me as I struggled outside.

Once I was on the ground I looked at him and he pointed

to an area on the side of the clearing we were parked

in. I walked over and dropped the clothing and looked

around quickly as I headed back for more. It was a

pretty little clearing right by a brook. There did not

appear to be any signs of civilization nearby. No other

campers, no building, no sounds of traffic anywhere

nearby.

It took me six trips to get all of the clothing into a

pile. After depositing the last armful I went back

inside and JT started going through their personal

possessions in the drawers and tossing their things

beside me on the bed, looking for anything of value.

When he came to the woman’s lingerie he slowed down to

see if there was anything of interest. I thanked god

that nothing caught his eye. The idea of having to wear

any of that poor woman’s clothing horrified me. For

some reason the idea of wearing her lingerie was just

that much worse.

I made another half dozen trips outside with my arms

full of a lifetime of personal belongings. Luke had

been going through the storage areas along the outside

of the RV and he pulled out a couple of lounge chairs

and set them up. It was a pretty afternoon and they

apparently planned on just lying around and

recuperating from a hard day of raping me. They brought

Jim out and attached him to a small tree not far from

where they had the chairs set up. I suppose that they

wanted to make sure that any time they chose to degrade

me he had a front row seat.

Once Luke and JT were comfortable they sent me in to

get them each a beer. I returned with their drinks and

then JT said, "Remember earlier, when I told you that

if you wanted to get something you had to give

something?"

I said, "Yes sir."

He said, "Well, now it’s time. Come over here."

I stood beside his chair and he told me to take his

pants off.

"Christ!" I thought, "Don’t these guys ever get

enough?!"

I leaned down and pulled his boots off and then I

unfastened his pants and slid them off as he lifted his

butt off of the chair. I folded them up and he took

them from me and set them aside and then I pulled his

shorts off.

He directed me to lick his balls and after I had done

that for a while he ordered me to suck his cock. When

he was hard he reached down into his pants pocket and

handed me a tube. I looked at it. It was KY jelly.

"Put some of that on your asshole, and lube up my dick,

then get over here and sit down on it."

I hurried to comply before he decided to take it out on

Jim. I put some of the stuff on my finger and spread it

around my asshole. I pushed as much as I could inside.

Then I liberally coated his cock.

I put the cap back on and straddled his chair and

struggled to line up his cock with my asshole.

"Have you ever taken it up the ass before cunt?" he

asked.

"I tried it once sir. It hurt too much and we stopped."

"Well, we aren’t going to stop this time." He turned to

Jim and said, "Jimmy boy, I hope you appreciate this. I

am doing you a big favor here breaking this bitch in

for you."

He turned back to me and said, "Okay bitch, fuck me

with that hot ass of yours."

I was in a very difficult position, aside from having a

cock poised to enter my ass. My legs were spread too

widely as I straddled his lounge chair and I was having

trouble keeping my balance. I started lowering myself

slowly and felt his cock head pressing against my

opening.

I was having trouble controlling my descent and he

could see that. I saw the look of amusement on his face

as the head of his cock popped through and entered me.

I tried desperately to control my descent onto JT’s

cock, but once it started I lost my balance and I

screamed in pain as I slid quickly down and buried it

in my ass.

JT laughed at my struggles and my pain. Then he told me

to start pumping. I grabbed the arm of his chair and

tried to improve my footing and slid back up his shaft.

It was hard to tell, but once I judged that I had

reached the end I started back down, more controlled

this time. It was excruciating, both for my legs and my

ass, but I was too terrified to do anything but strive

to please this man who I was convinced was a cold

blooded killer.

I finally got a rhythm going and he watched my breasts

swinging wildly as I skewered myself on his cock. Every

once in a while he would reach up and play with a

breast, or pull on, or pinch a nipple, to throw me off

of my rhythm. But I could see that I was finally

getting to him and I started speeding up as much as I

could.

He had set his beer aside and he reached up and grabbed

both of my breasts with his hands and squeezed

viciously and came in my body once more. I slowed to a

stop and when he was finished I climbed off and, trying

not to think about what I was doing, I bent forward and

cleaned his cock and his balls with my tongue. Then I

kissed his cock and thanked him properly.

He grabbed his beer again and ordered me to turn around

and bend over so he could see my asshole. By this point

I was beyond shame and I obeyed instantly.

He looked at me for a minute and said, "Nice fuck, but

you’re disgusting. Go inside and use the bathroom and

clean your nasty ass up. Don’t dawdle."

I said, "Yes sir," and hurried in and sat on the

toilet. I was relieved that there was no sign of blood;

it had felt like I had torn something when I fell down

on his cock.

I cleaned myself quickly and hurried back outside.

I was ordered to show him my ass again and he said,

"Look at that Luke, I told you it would close right

back up."

I stood between the two of them, bent over and holding

my ass open for a few moments and then they had me sit

down on the ground between them. I sat there quietly,

only stirring when they wanted another beer.

It started getting dark and I was put to work cooking

supper. I made hamburgers and macaroni and cheese, it’s

hard to plan a meal when you don’t know what the

larders are stocked with and you don’t know what the

people you are feeding want to eat. I wanted to feed

them poison, but even if I knew where there was some I

hadn’t the nerve to try it. Not yet anyway.

I cleaned up after we ate and then I heard noise coming

from the back of the RV. They were removing the dolly

with our car attached. I looked out back and saw them

push our car under some trees and then they did the

same with the tow dolly. They put the lounge chairs

back in the underneath storage and finally they brought

Jim in and put him back in his chair. I was sent in and

told to shower and get cleaned up and they brought in

my suitcases and laid them out on the bed and went

through them.

I took a shower and dried off and then went to see what

they wanted next. JT had taken a pair of scissors to

one of my skirts and when I put it on it ended just

below my pussy. At least it seemed to. I wasn’t allowed

to look in a mirror. It’s hard to tell looking down.

Next he handed me a see-through blouse. It’s meant to

be worn over a bra and a slip, and/or under a jacket or

a vest. I pulled it on and the first thing I noticed

was that he had removed all of the buttons. I tied it

under my breasts and looked down. There was more

cleavage showing than I had ever displayed before, but

the fact that my breasts, my nipples, were plainly

visible under the top made the amount of cleavage on

display pretty much a non-issue.

JT finally pulled me around and stood me where I could

see myself in the mirror in the bedroom. It was awful.

As I said, my breasts were plainly visible and I was

pretty sure that from a lower angle at least a part of

my slit would also be on display. The hem of the skirt

was crooked and there were threads dangling. It looked

awful. It was slutty and tacky. I was led out to the

sitting room and put in a seat. Luke got in the drivers

seat and JT went outside to help him turn the thing

around in the clearing.

It took a lot of backing up and going forward but

finally we drove back down the trail we had come in on

and got back to a real road. Luke drove for nearly an

hour. It was obvious that he knew the area well. He

finally pulled up and parked near a redneck bar out in

the middle of nowhere. I was surprised at how many cars

were out front. I guess if you are the only place to

go, then everybody goes there.

JT and Luke hogtied Jim and put him in the shower. I

heard JT tell him, "Remember Jimmy boy. Your little

wife will be with us. The first sign of a problem from

you and I slit her fucking throat. Got it?"

They had put the gag back in his mouth and Jim could

only nod.

We went into the bar and I noticed that it was a pretty

rough looking crowd. I only saw one other woman, an

older, rough looking waitress. So I attracted a lot of

attention. We made our way to the bar and got three

beers and I stood facing the bar staring at nothing

while the brothers turned back to the room and looked

around.

JT leaned down and said to me, "Remember bitch, you

make a sound I don’t like, Jimmy boy is dead meat."

I shook my head and said, "Yes sir."

Just then a rough looking old guy came up and said

hello to JT. It didn’t sound like they were friends,

just acquaintances. But they talked for a minute and

the next thing I knew we were sitting at a table with

the man that had approached JT and four of his friends.

I was pulled onto JT’s lap when he sat down. I looked

down and saw that my pussy was on display and one of my

breasts was exposed except for the nipple.

I became the topic of conversation. JT was very evasive

about how I came to be with him. But he was pretty open

about the fact that I did anything he told me.

"Yeah," one of the guys said, "Like what?"

"Jean," JT said. "Untie that blouse you got on and show

these boys your tits."

I tried to pull my arm from around his neck but he told

me to do it with one hand. So I struggled with the knot

and finally pulled it free. One side fell away and I

pulled the other side back displaying my breasts to the

men at the table, and quite a few at the other tables

as well.

JT may not have been pleased with the size of my

breasts, but the other men at the table seemed happy

with them. The crude remarks washed over me as JT sat

there and started rubbing my pussy in front of every

one of them.

After a few minutes he asked if anyone else wanted to

hold me. I was passed slowly around the table for the

next half hour or so and each man took great pleasure

in mauling my tits and playing roughly with my pussy.

When I had gone all the way around the table JT said,

"Boys, the reason I brought her here tonight is I am

getting low on funds. I was thinking we could have her

put on a little show and then she could pull some

tricks for a while. Anyone interested?"

I felt like I had been punched in the stomach! The

blood drained from my head and I became dizzy. I almost

passed out. The man whose lap I was sitting on at the

time saw my reaction and asked me if I had a problem

with that.

"No sir," I said.

He looked skeptical for a minute, but he really didn’t

care that much.

"What kind of show," one of the men asked.

"Well," JT said. "I was thinking she could get up on a

table and do a little strip tease and dance around for

a little while. Then we can take her back into the pool

room and put her to work.

"Did you clear that with Sammy," one of the asked.

"Not yet," JT said, "but I will."

"How much," another of the men asked.

JT said, "$25 for a blowjob, and she does deep throat,

$50 for a fuck and $75 to fuck her ass. Now I gotta

tell you, she ain’t ever done this before. In fact, I

took her ass cherry a couple of hours ago and I taught

her to deep-throat this morning. So she is tight in

every hole and she ain’t all jaded. You guys have all

had your fingers in her; you know she’s tight, so tell

me what do you think?"

"I’m in if it’s alright with Sammy," one of them said

and the others all seemed interested as well.

JT said, "Alright, I’ll be right back." He grabbed me

and pulled me after him, my shirt was billowing out

behind me and my breasts were swaying rapidly as I

hurried to keep up. I had everyone’s attention now.

JT tracked Sammy down and explained what he had in

mind. Sammy looked me over and said, "Okay, but it’ll

cost you. I get the first piece."

JT smiled and said, "Deal! Where do you want us to do

it?"

"She can dance on the pool table if she takes her shoes

off. And there is a nice sturdy table in the pool room;

she can pull tricks on that."

I was pulled back to the table and JT told the men,

"Okay, we’re on, let’s go."

As we moved through the rough crowd to the pool room I

heard Sammy make an announcement in a loud voice to the

crowd in the bar. He told them that there was going to

be a show in the pool room and pussy on sale

afterwards.

I looked around and tried to guess how many men there

were in this crowded redneck bar. I estimated that

there were at least fifty, probably more. I figured for

sure I was going to die in here tonight. I was going to

be fucked to death.

JT stood me beside the pool table and whispered, "You

better dance like your life depends on it, because it

does. And after that you better fuck the same way."

"Yes sir," I said, but I had no idea how I could

possible do what he demanded.

He set me up on the table and the guys all gathered

around. I kicked my shoes off and pushed them aside and

I started dancing. It was hard to dance to this music,

so I tried blocking it out and playing something more

suitable in my head, something I liked to dance to.

I let my blouse hang loose and danced with it on for a

few minutes before I responded to the calls to take it

off and slipped it down my shoulders and dropped it on

the table. I was certain that with me standing way up

here on the pool table all of these men could already

see my pussy, so it didn’t really matter that I was

going to have to remove this travesty of a skirt.

I danced around topless for a little while and then

slid the skirt down and danced nude while the crowd

cheered and made lewd comments. I just kept on dancing;

I was in no hurry for the next part of the evening to

start. But JT was already taking money from men in the

crowd and soon Sammy pulled me off the pool table and

laid me on my back on a nearby table. My head hung over

one end and my ass was right on the other edge. Sammy

pulled out his cock and slammed it in, driving the

breath right out of me. I grunted loudly and then hung

on as he fucked me like a bull breeding a cow.

When he came he even bellowed like a bull, and when he

finally pulled out JT said, "Guys, watch this."

He glared at me and I knew what he wanted. I reached

down and scooped up his cum and ate it in front of all

those rednecks as they cheered me on.

It was awful. I don’t think there was man in here that

wasn’t twice my age. And they were mostly drunk and not

much more than half civilized. Soon I had cocks in my

mouth and my pussy, pumping away. And as soon as one

filled me with cum another took his place without

respite, except when they paused to let me scoop up and

eat the latest loads of cum which were streaming out of

my pussy.

Fortunately, I think, not many were willing to pay the

extra price to fuck my ass. Every once in a while a guy

would lift my legs up and stick his cock in my pussy to

wet it, then ram it up my ass and fuck me brutally.

More than once I was afraid I was going to pass out

from the pain and exhaustion, but I knew that if I did

anything to disappoint JT that Jim would pay the price.

I forced myself to keep going, taking cock after cock

into my throat and my pussy. I probably swallowed at

least a half gallon of cum. My stomach was rebelling

and the rest of my body wasn’t far behind. There wasn’t

anywhere that didn’t hurt, especially my breasts.

Everyone that fucked me at either end took the time to

pull and twist my tits, as much for the amusement of

the crowd as for anything else.

I have no idea how long it lasted. I just realized

that, finally, for the moment anyway, I wasn’t being

fucked. I lay still and waited, praying that it was

over. I heard some loud talk and more excited voices

and JT came back over to me and ordered me to get up on

my hands and knees on the table. He pushed me up so

that I was close to the front edge and said, "It’s

almost over girl, just one more fuck and then we

leave."

I sighed, thankful that it was almost over. I should

have realized that it wasn’t that easy. I saw the men

collecting around the table again and then a large mutt

was placed on the table with me. I screamed when I

realized what was going on, but JT grabbed my hair and

pulled my face up to his and said quietly, "Your gonna

do this right, or else."

I nodded and knelt quietly as the dog started licking

me. He licked all over my ass and my thighs, but mostly

he licked my pussy. To be honest, it felt good on my

sore pussy at first.

The guys were cheering him on, but the mutt didn’t know

what to do besides lick. I saw him hunching his

hindquarters in the air but he never tried to mount me.

Men were starting to get tired of waiting and finally

the dog’s owner took charge and pulled him into place

on my back. I felt him stabbing blindly and I was

afraid he would miss my pussy and get that oversized

cock in my ass. I did what I could, arching my back to

line it up and finally I leaned down and reached

underneath and grabbed his cock and lined it up and

then it slammed into me.

It was awful. It was the most humiliating thing I could

imagine, it was worse than fucking and sucking a room

full of drunken rednecks. A dog was slamming his cock

into my pussy. I was twenty-two and married for a year.

I was almost a virgin! I lived a decent, moral life and

was happy and had friends and looked forward to growing

old with my husband. But now, how could I have a normal

life after fucking a dog?

The dog was even more violent than Sammy had been. He

fucked so fast, it was unbelievable. I knew nothing

about the sex lives of dogs and when that now famous

knot started pounding against my already stretched out

pussy I almost freaked out, but I was just a piece of

meat here, I had no options. I let whatever was going

to happen, happen. And it did.

Suddenly that large knot popped into me and I screamed

in pain. And then I felt it. I thought at first he was

pissing in me. He was filling my womb with dog cum. I

knelt there, trying to blot out the cheers and crude

remarks, shuddering in revulsion at what had become of

me. How low I had sunk in a day and a half.

I had thought it was over when I felt the dog cum in

me. But it was at least fifteen minutes more before he

finally pulled out. He licked my pussy for a few more

minutes and then he jumped down and his owner took him

back outside.

I was left alone on the table for a few minutes and

then JT called me and I struggled off of the table and

managed to stand finally. I looked at the pool table

but my clothes were gone so I walked out to where JT

was standing in the now almost empty bar. He started

walking out as soon as he saw me and I followed

quickly.

Luke was already in the RV and Jim was now handcuffed

to the seat again. It was obvious that JT didn’t want

to touch me. I was all broke up about that. He held the

door for me and then he said, "Get your skanky ass in

the shower and clean up good. And hold on because I

ain’t waiting around here for you to wash that cum out

of you.

I grabbed the counter as Luke pulled out of the parking

lot and took off. I staggered back to the bathroom and

sat on the toilet and waited and waited for all of the

dog cum to drain out. It took a very long time. There

were times when I could hear a steady stream of cum

dripping into the plastic toilet. It finally seemed to

end and I got in the shower. The hot water heater was

turned off and there was a little warm water at first,

but then it got cold fast. It was a good incentive to

take a quick shower.

I dried off with one hand and held on with the other

and finally made my way back into the sitting area. As

soon as he saw me JT turned his seat around and called

me over. He checked me out, examined all of the bruises

on my tits and my thighs and then had me turn around he

checked out my back and my ass.

"Not too bad," he decided. I turned back around and he

stuck a couple of fingers in my sore, stretched out

pussy and said, "Yeah, tightening up already. Don’t

worry, darling, you are still prime cunt."

Then he pulled his pants down and I sucked him off. I

swallowed his cock, then I swallowed his cum, then I

went through the normal cock worship routine. When he

was satisfied, he pushed me away and I crawled to a

chair and sat down and cried quietly for a while.

I wasn’t listening, but I couldn’t help overhearing

that they had made almost $3,000 selling my ass

tonight, and another $500 for letting me fuck a dog. I

felt a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. If I

got out of this, no matter what happened for the rest

of my life I would be a woman who fucked a dog.

The RV slowed down and started moving through the trees

again. I had wondered if we were coming back to the

same clearing where our car and all of our stuff was.

It appeared that was the plan.

As soon as Luke had parked in the clearing and shut off

the RV he got up and said goodnight to JT and grabbed

me. It was his turn now. He led me into the back, but

he stopped at the bathroom. He asked me if I had to go.

I had just gone an hour ago, but I figured I was going

to have a hard night so I said yes. He watched as I sat

on the toilet and struggled to pee with him watching

me. I finally managed to get a few squirts out and I

told him that I was done and tried to stand up but he

stopped me.

He had a real weird look on his face and he pulled his

cock out and aimed it between my legs. That would have

been awful enough on a normal toilet, but on this

little plastic one in the RV, there was only a very

small space for him to pee into without pissing on me.

And he wasn’t even looking down. He started pissing on

my stomach and thighs. But not all at once, he would

let go a small stream and then a pause. I looked at

him; I couldn’t believe someone would even want to do

this to another person! He smiled back, that slightly

deranged smile I had seen on him from time to time.

As he pissed he talked. "I loved watching you tonight,

fucking all those men, sucking their cocks. But the

best part was when you fucked that damned old mutt.

That was hot! You know how many men fucked you tonight?

I kept track. There were twenty-seven guys you sucked

off. There was thirty-four what fucked you, and seven

fucked your ass. Sixty-eight men and a dog stuck their

cocks in you tonight. And now it’s my turn."

And as he spoke he continued to pissed on me. A little

bit at a time, enjoying the horror and disgust in my

face. I tried not to cry. I was tired of crying. But I

couldn’t help it. It was overwhelming. All of it was

overwhelming. And when he saw the tears it was like

that was what he was waiting for. He crammed his

dripping cock in my mouth and finished pissing right

down my throat!

I choked and tried to push away, but he just giggled

maniacally and held my head and pissed right down my

throat. Then he stepped back and made me clean up all

the piss on the toilet and the floor with my tongue. I

wasn’t crying quietly any longer. I was sobbing

hysterically. But I couldn’t refuse. God knew what

would happen to Jim if I ever said no to one of these

monsters. I finally finished and looked up to see JT

standing behind Luke and smiling.

"She did real good for her first time, didn’t she

Luke?" he said.

Luke giggled again and said, "Sure did, I bet I coulda

pissed it all down her throat and she’d a drunk it.

Okay, clean your ass up girl, you smell like piss. Then

get your ass in the back, I need some pussy."

I used my damp towel to clean up a little. Fuck him! He

is the one that pissed on me!

I went in the back and he pulled me onto the bed and I

started out sucking him for a while, then he put me on

my hands and knees and fucked my pussy for a few

minutes before pulling out and forcing his cock into my

unlubricated and very sore ass.

I whimpered in pain as he forced himself into me. When

I finally adjusted to his hard fucking and quieted down

he reached around and started squeezing my tits. And he

didn’t stop until I started crying again and whining in

pain. That was what really got him off. He finally came

and collapsed on the bed beside me and I bent down and

sucked him clean and thanked him for fucking me.

Then he turned me on my side and pushed his cock back

into my ass and fell asleep that way. We separated some

time during the night, but I guess he expected that.

It was late morning when we finally got up. It was not

a pretty day, cloudy and cool and intermittent rain. So

we had indoor games today. After breakfast I learned

one of their favorite games.

JT stretched out on the floor in front of my husband

and I sucked him hard before straddling him and taking

his cock into my pussy. Once I had him buried in me he

pulled me down and held me tight while Luke knelt

behind us. He spit on my ass and rubbed the spit on my

asshole, and then he forced his cock into me. Then they

both started fucking me brutally, right in front of

Jim. I didn’t try to control the tears this time. I

knew that is what they wanted to see. They took turns

squeezing and twisting my already bruised tits and

fucked me like animals.

Luke came first and after he pulled out JT flipped me

over and finished in my ass. Then I sucked them both

clean and kissed their cocks and thanked them for

fucking me.

They were finally satisfied for a while and they sat

around naked drinking beer. I was perfectly happy to be

left alone, but I saw the way they were watching me and

I knew they were planning on something to make my day

even more unpleasant.

It didn’t take long to find out. After he finished his

beer Luke came over to where I was sitting and pulled

me to my knees he pushed his cock into my mouth and all

the way into the back of my throat. Then he grabbed my

hair and held on tight and started pissing. I struggled

at first, but before long I gave up. I knew I was

beaten. He lasted a long time, but thankfully he wasn’t

buried all the way in my throat and I was able to

breath.

He pulled back enough to let the last few spurts go

into my mouth so that I could fully appreciate them. As

soon as he pushed me away I rushed to the bathroom and

threw it all up in the toilet. I held on to the toilet

for a long time afterwards having the dry heaves.

But finally I knew I could dawdle no more and I washed

my face and hands and went back into the sitting area.

JT called me over and said, "We are going to have to

work on that throwing up thing. It ruins the mood."

Then he stood up and pushed me back on my knees and we

did it again. It went on forever, but finally he shot

those last few spurts into my mouth, like some sort of

ceremonial act or something. I tried to get up and run

to the bathroom but he stopped me. "You wait ten

minutes and I won’t cut off one of your husband’s ears,

okay?"

Oh god! I couldn’t! I was heaving and my stomach was

growling. But JT stood in my face and said, "It’s all

in your mind. Once you realize it you got it licked.

Now calm down, I’ll tell you when you can go to the

bathroom."

I stood there, holding my stomach, and forcing myself

to relax. Telling myself it was just recycled beer. But

my swollen stomach was not a very good lis