Pharma

Post by **LtBroccoli** » Fri Oct 03, 2025 8:22 pm

Chapter Tags: MF,bond,viol,rape,a2m
Content Warnings: Rape, violence, and Being a Dick
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The crew take turns with Morgana while JC starts his torture of Bianca
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Chapter 55(MF,bond,viol,rape,a2m)

Tommy watched on as everything unfolded, according to his plan. His noble, selfish, glorious, sadistic plan. Everything was both going out of control and according to plan. He watched helplessly as the crew arrived and subdued everyone. He did nothing to help Drew try to stop the attack. He watched as a gym rat beat the shit out of his friend. His friend, he might add, whose wife he Tommy was having an affair with. He watched as these professional rapists captured, stripped, and raped the woman he loved. Tommy saw the anguish build in Drew’s eyes as Sam violated his wife, just feet away from him.

He was disgusted and thrilled. Disgusted that he thought that this crazy plan of his could work. Thrilled that so far it seemed to work.

Tommy knew how strong Morgana was, how she might look like any high maintenance girl but deep down was a tough, kind, caring, and loving person who would suffer to help others. He was hopeful that she would survive everything the Really Useful Crew would throw at her and then some. What he wasn’t sure of was how much it would take to scare Drew off. If his plan succeeded, Drew would run away screaming after all of the shit they put him and Morgy through. Throw in Aislinn, who Drew viewed like a little sister and Bianca, and stir that up with the constant guilt-tripping that the Crew were doing, and he was sure to have a breakdown.

Drew’s torture was just beginning. He’d watched this fat man just rape his wife less than two meters away from him, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do. He’d almost gotten her killed a few minutes ago, was pretty sure he might have internal injuries, and now watched that fat fuck gloat about how he had fucked his wife. What’s worse, Drew did a quick count of everyone in the room. 12 people. Him, Morgy, Ais, B, Tommy, James, Mr. and Mrs. Karen, and the four attackers. He had no clue how long they’d be there, if they’d even make it out alive, but so far one of the attackers had raped his bride, and the second one was naked and raring to go.

Steve walked over and slapped Sam’s hand, tagging himself in. He was going to enjoy fucking that blonde Aussie bitch. He was already naked except for the ski mask, and his cock was at full attention when he climbed onto the pull-out bed.

Morgana had barely processed what happened when she felt the bed shift. She let out a soft cry as she looked up and saw the man that beat the shit out of her husband climb on the bed between her legs. He hurt Drew, now he was going to hurt her. As she prepared for him to just ram his dick into her, he did something she wasn’t expecting. He grabbed her and flipped her on her side. Apparently she was connected to the bed in a way that would allow these monsters to move her. As soon as he had her in position, he reached for her bra clasp and unhooked it in seconds with one hand. He dropped her back down, holding the loosened bra in his hand and slid it up over her breasts and head, leaving it tangled with the zip ties. As it moved, she could see the white spots on her black bra, the fat man’s cum. It was still on her from seconds ago, and here her next rapist was getting ready to take her. She looked down and saw his dick pointing straight out at her, that was a mistake. She panicked a little at seeing it’s size. ‘Dear God, it’s about as big as Drew’s.’

As Sam sat on the edge of the couch, he looked around. He saw JC looking for something. It was a series of rags and ropes and stuff to further bind and gag the crowd. The shock and horror of the first rape was hitting them hard, but JC knew crowd control well enough at this point in his rape career that shit could turn sideways quickly. Better to gag them now and keep them from screaming for help or begging for mercy and get some nosy do-gooder’s attention. Sam thought that was a good idea. He motioned JC over to discuss that plan.

“You gagging them next?” Sam whispered. JC nodded. “Homemade or…”

“Homemade for the guys but I’ll see what inventory’s in the luggage. Got a priority order for the ring gags. Blonde bitch, Bianca, the sister, and then Mari.” JC replied with a whisper.

“Start with the homemade ones for now for everyone. Once done, throw a ring gag in Morgana, then we’ll have some fun with her mouth, then the rest of them.” Sam said. JC nodded, seeing where this was going. He left, grabbing a few spare shirts from Joe’s luggage to cut into strips to make some gags for everyone.

Kim got into position with the camera, getting a close-up on Morgana’s face as Steve penetrated her for the first time. He pushed his member into her, and only settled for a second before he started fucking her. Steve started slow for him, but it was still fast and hard. After less than a minute, he was thrusting his full 8 inches in and out of her twat hard and fast. There was no pretense of pleasure for her, he wanted to pound her and hurt her.

Morgana couldn’t help but cry with each thrust, and him spreading her legs as far as they could go didn’t help matters, either. He fucked her like a jackhammer. She looked up and saw hate and lust in his eyes, like he did something to personally offend her and the only way to make it up was for him to fuck the shit out of her. He pushed her legs back as far as they’d go, then tried a little farther.

“Aaahh! Please, don’t!” She managed to block out most of the fat guy fucking her, but this man was trying to hurt her. This was confirmed when he bent over and bit her tits. Not even the nipples, he just started biting her tits wherever he could. And through all of it, he kept fucking her harder and faster.

“Yeah, make that fucking bitch scream.” Kim said, standing next to Drew. She tousled his hair as she kept filming the brutal assault in front of them. “C’mon Drew, I know you must love seeing another man actually fuck your woman like she deserves.” If looks could kill, Kim would’ve been dead on the spot. “Got ya riled up, huh? Hey, fuck’er harder, Drew loves it!” Steve grunted more as he pounded into Morgana, making her cry more.

Meanwhile, JC had made enough strips of cloth from a couple of Joe’s old shirts. He brought them as sacrificial items, knowing that they’d be ruined this weekend. It’s part of the admission cost for an event such as this. JC made sure that he had enough strips of cloth for everyone except Morgana. They all had other ideas for her mouth. He started with Joe, who for the most part had stopped bleeding. Joe opened his mouth and waited as the cloth was tied in place. JC then moved on to Mari, who was the only person whose hands were not bound over and behind her head. She didn’t fight the gagging, either. Since Drew was already gagged, that meant Tommy was next. JC simply said “open” and Tommy complied. A moment later and he was gagged. He skipped Aislinn for the moment and gagged James. That only left Bianca and Aislinn. He thought how best to approach this. On the one hand, he really wanted to fuck with Bianca and once she was gagged, he wanted to strip the bitch. On the other, he knew getting her settled down would make getting the skinny bitch with the panic attacks to calm down. But then what’s the fun in that? He walked behind Aislinn, who was acutely aware of where he was, and with a strong grip on the strip of cloth quickly moved it over Aislinn’s head and in front of her mouth. Instinctively she screamed, which meant that she opened her mouth enough for the gag to go in, and JC tied it behind her head. That just left Bianca.

“Open your fucking mouth, you stupid cunt.” He wasn’t this mean with anyone else, and the way he spit those words at her frightened her. She hesitated for a moment, which was all the excuse he needed. He thwapped her on the backside of the head. It wasn’t hard enough to really hurt, but hard enough to get her attention. “OPEN YOU WHORE!” She opened her mouth, expecting a piece of cloth. Instead, it was some weird hard plastic circle with leather straps on it. No, it wasn’t plastic, it was metal covered in silicone. He slid it in behind her teeth, and that’s when she realized what it was. It was a ring gag. She’d heard of them before, but never seen one up close. Her brain fired wildly with all of the implications of that this meant, and none of them were good. She was going to suck some dick before too long, probably after these monsters were done with Morgana. Or maybe sooner, if this guy got his way. She felt this man attach the clip behind her head, securing the gag in place. She had a brief moment of hope when she realized how she was bound that she could almost reach the gag with her hands, but that hope was quickly dashed when the man tied a piece of cloth around the clasp, preventing her from working it loose. A moment later, he disappeared outside. He then came back into the room carrying one of the benches from the back deck picnic table. He dropped it next to Bianca’s position, then returned a minute later with the other bench. He maneuvered them into such a position that he could stand with his dick at her head level.

As he left her tied and gagged, he reached over and grabbed her flimsy white tank top. Once he had a good hold on it, he pulled hard and tore it off of her, leaving her in her sports bra.

Steve was still fucking Morgana, who was weeping at the continued onslaught. He didn’t want to cum yet, no matter how great she felt around his cock or how exciting her cries of pain were. He thought about the starting lineup of the Alabama Crimson Tide’s offense from the last FCS National Championship game and whether or not they could legitimately beat an NFL team. Normally it wouldn’t even be a question, but Alabama had an entire starting lineup that would be high quality NFL players, higher quality than most NFL teams, and they’re coached by the best coach in College who learned from the best coach in the pros. He thought they could really beat a few decent NFL teams. Then Morgana’s cries brought his attention back to the pussy he was busy raping. It was a tough battle between thinking about Nick Saban and Morgana’s pussy, but Morgana’s pussy won.

He grabbed her hips and slammed into her harder than before, grunting hard as he came in her pussy. She could feel him pulse inside of her, filling her with his vile seed. She could only hope and pray that he wasn’t carrying a disease or worse.

Steve breathed heavily as he regained his composure. It took a tremendous amount of focus to not scream and yell as he fucked her, but doing so could tip his hand that he knew them and vice versa. Steve’s voice wasn’t as distinctive as, say, Mike Tyson’s, but it was still easy to attach his voice to a face. As he pulled out, he grabbed what was left of her tank top and wiped himself off with it, then dropped it on the bed next to Morgana. He walked on wobbly legs across the room before crashing in a recliner. He looked around the room, then at his watch. 12:45PM. Not bad, they’ve been at this for less than an hour and he’s already busted a nut. ‘This is looking to be a good weekend.’

Sam looked around the room. The shock and horror on the faces of the other women were palpable. Bianca looked sexy as fuck with that ring gag in her mouth and Aislinn’s panic was turning him on. He was going to have them both before the end of the weekend, but for now it was either Bubbles’s or JC’s turn. He was going to ask how they wanted to figure this out when he saw JC drop his pants in by the edge of the couch bed and climb on up. He must’ve removed his boots sometime after redecorating the living room with outdoor furniture. JC was actually a shade longer than Steve but skinnier. He was still taking off his camo shirt when he kneeled between Morgana’s legs. He rubbed his dick up and down her pussy lips with one hand as he undid the last buttons and took off his shirt. Just like the other guys, he skipped wearing a t-shirt this morning. He looked down at Morgana as he slid into her. Before his shirt hit the ground, he pulled a small bottle out of one of the pockets. It was a bottle of sex lube.

After a couple thrusts, JC yelled at her. “That old bitch with the big tits, who is she?” Morgana didn’t respond, she was just trying to block out the pain. That’s when he reached down and twisted her nipple. “WHO IS SHE?!” Morgana cried.

Kim spoke up. “Her name is-“

“I’M NOT ASKING YOU, I’M ASKING THIS FUCKING CUNT!” JC spit his response at Kim. Kim was surprised at how he yelled at her, and even Sam was caught off guard. JC turned back to Morgana, leaning over and getting in her face as he fucked her. “WHO IS SHE TO YOU?”

“She’s my friend, my boss, I work with her. Owww, please stop.” She cried. JC still hadn’t let go of her nipple.

“Your boss, huh? She ever give you shit for a bad day?” JC said, continuing his long thrusts. Morgana nodded. When he squeezed her tit and screamed again, he spoke. “Answer me, yes or no.”

“Yes.” Morgana just wanted the pain to stop.

“Well, I’ve got an idea. Since she’s given you so much shit over the years, let’s return the favor.” No one was really sure what he meant by that, they just needed to see where this was going. JC pulled out of Morgana’s pussy and grabbed the lube. She had a little bit of natural lubricant, but not enough for what he was planning. He opened the bottle and squeezed a generous amount on his dick and then a little on Morgana’s little brown pucker.

“Oh God no, no, please don’t, not that! Please, no!” Morgana begged him to not do what he was prepping to do. Drew couldn’t do anything but watch as the skinny man lubed up his dick to fuck his wife’s ass.

“Oh yes, that.” Drew lined his cock up with Morgana’s asshole and pushed in, slowly. He took his time as he got used to the tightness of the blonde beauty’s anus around his shaft. Morgana cried and moaned as he violated her shitter, trying to push his out. All that did was make it hurt worse as he pushed in. Kim moved into position to get a great view of everything.

“How’s her ass, NotDave?” Sam asked, having moved off of the couch, standing behind Mari. He could feel his cock start to stir again. He knew he’d be ready to go again shortly, but like a fancy buffet, needed to figure out his next meal before he went to the line.

“Fucking tight. You should try it.” JC said between sharp breaths.

“Sounds like a plan. Sounds like a plan.” Sam said, letting his hands rest on Mari’s shoulders, then creep down her bra-covered breasts just slightly. Depending on how things went, he’d either fuck Morgana again next, or go for Mari. He’s wanted to fuck Mari for a long time, but Joe is his best friend and she’s been off-limits. But today, well today anything goes.

JC fucked Morgana’s ass for a solid five minutes before he felt his orgasm build. In any normal attack, he’d bust his nut in her ass or if he wanted to humiliate her a little extra, he’d pull out and cum on her face. But this time, he had a special plan. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum. And I’ve just the place in mind.”

As JC pulled out of her ass, Morgana fully expected him to climb over her face and finish on her, or worse, force her to suck him off. It came as a complete shock to her when he pulled out and climbed off the bed, rock hard dick in hand. He ran right past her, and even Drew. For a brief heartbeat she was afraid he’d do something to her husband. Instead, he made a beeline for Bianca and the benches he set up earlier.

Bianca’s eyes went wide when she saw this man approach her, his dick sticking straight out like a weapon. In one step, he was on the bench and climbing up. He grabbed her by the hair and twisted her head around to meet his crotch.

“Suck it you fucking whore! Suck it!” He picked giving her the ring gag for a reason. As her slobber and drool had begun to leak out of her mouth, he positioned his dick for the whole and shoved it in.

Bianca had sucked quite a few dicks in her life, but none so foul as this. It smelled and tasted like shit, and she gagged at the intrusion. Just moments earlier, this dick was in her friend’s ass. Now, it was in her mouth and she had no choice. This man, whoever he was, had it out for her and was going to hurt her any way he could.

JC bucked his hips back and forth, fucking Bianca’s mouth with vigor. She was bound in a way that she couldn’t fight, couldn’t push him off, and couldn’t protect herself if he decided to choke her. She tried to imagine the dick was anything else, but the smell and taste overpowered her. She fought as hard as she could in her mind to not lose her lunch. She did what she could to get him off, hoping that he would cum soon and her ordeal would be over. Fortunately for her, he was already close when he invaded her mouth the shit-covered pecker. He grabbed both sides of her head and held on tight as he screamed.

“AAARRGGHH!” He sounded like a pirate as he came in her mouth. She felt spurt after spurt shoot into her mouth. He held in place far longer than he needed to, and Bianca panicked. She couldn’t get him out of her mouth, she couldn’t breathe, and she was afraid that he would choke her. It wasn’t until she thought that she might actually die that he finally pulled out, giving her a chance to breathe. She heaved, spitting out the vile contents in her mouth all over herself, getting his semen and her bile on her pants and sports bra. She heaved, hacked, and coughed until she could breathe again, pulling hard at her restraints as they dug into her wrists.

James looked on with concern. He didn’t know who this guy was or what his deal was, but he seemed to take an especially cruel fascination with Bianca. He knew that the women would be treated badly this weekend, but the Club has rules, and at the top of that list is no killing. This guy, this guy almost broke that less than an hour into the weekend.

As Bianca struggled to catch her breath, her attacker climbed down. He looked at her, then talked in a mocking tone. “Aww, what a shame. Those clothes are such a mess. Completely ruined. Time to get rid of them.” With that, he grabbed a knife he found nearby and smiled. He was going to enjoy this.

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To Be Continued...

Post by **peterfrisk** » Mon Oct 06, 2025 9:02 am

The fun has begun and I look forward too reading more about it

Post by **LtBroccoli** » Tue Oct 07, 2025 12:40 am

Chapter Tags: MF,oral,viol,rape,ws,bond
Content Warnings: BDSM and a few other acronyms
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Morgana is the center of attention as the Crew expands their depravities...
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Chapter 56(MF,oral,viol,rape,ws,bond)

As Sam watched JC go from Morgana’s ass to Bianca’s mouth, his hands slipped down Mari’s chest and were now inside her bra, playing with her tits. He was turning himself on, and she could tell because his pecker was growing to attention behind her. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she was getting turned on too. Between watching the blonde Aussie bitch get raped and Sam’s ministrations, she could feel herself getting wet. Even a few days ago, the thought of her husband’s best friend fondling her was repulsive and unthinkable. Now, her nipples were hard in between his fingers. As he played with Mari’s tits, Sam thought about his next move, and the next move for the party. JC was skullfucking Bianca into oblivion, and as soon as possible JC was going to ruin her like she ruined him all those years ago. Steve might be ready for another go on Morgana in a few minutes, but he wasn’t there yet. Bubbles expressed an idea of how she wanted to fuck both of them at once, but wasn’t sure if she wanted to do that now or in a little while. That’s when he had an idea.

Sam caught Joe’s eye. Joe was a bloody mess, but for the most part the bleeding stopped. Dumbass decided to relive his old independent wrestling days and bladed like Ric Flair. Hell, he even went the extra step and took some aspirin to thin his blood just enough to keep flowing as long as it did. He was a bloody, disgusting mess.

In other words, the perfect man to fuck Morgana next.

He waited until JC was done skullfucking Bianca before he called Bubbles over. Plus, it gave Drew a chance to watch the festivities and Morgana a chance to relax. Something that Sam had learned from Joe and the other Club members in his time there was about extending physical and psychological torture. It’s more effective to fuck with a person if one alternates moments of good and bad stimuli as opposed to all bad. Making a rape victim cum, giving them breaks during the attack, even fucking others in front of them, these go a long way to adding layers to the attack. When he started, all he cared about was the physical act of rape itself, but it took working with some real sick fucks like Steve and Joe and Bubbles to up his game to a PhD in Rapeology.

Now, he just needed the right setup to not only have a reason to strip everyone but to set up the next three men to fuck Morgana: Joe, James, and Tommy. He knew as soon as he heard the plan about mentally torturing Drew that they would make him watch everyone and their mother fuck his wife, but needed to come up with the right reason and batting order. Sam played the whole thing through his mind several times, thinking what would make the most impact. Once Drew watched his friends fuck his wife, no other guy would have as much of an impact, even one covered in his own blood. But Joe going first will build the anticipation of what’s next. That’s the secret of torture that most people overlook. It’s not what’s happening now, but what’s next that is worse. It’s giving hope and taking it away that crushes a spirit, but letting the victim guess what’s next while just giving them a taste and letting their minds build a nightmare scenario for them. By introducing Joe first, Drew will have no choice but to guess what happens next, but can only assume it’s the other men. He won’t even notice Joe enough, he’ll be too preoccupied with wondering what James and Tommy look like fucking his bride.

He took a look around the room, gauging everyone’s reaction to JC’s forced ass to mouth on Bianca. James looked worried and pissed. Their Aussie friend had little to no prior info on JC, or Jesus to his friends. As far as anyone knew, JC was completely out of the picture until dinnertime last night. It was only after seeing Bianca Jones in that picture did JC jump to action, and even that was a surprise. As soon as Steve told Sam the story about how Bianca cost JC a job at Pharma so many years ago, Sam felt sorry for Bianca. He could only imaging what close to a decade of pent-up revenge could do to a serial rapist. With that in mind, he knew he’d have to keep an eye on JC for the whole weekend. Last thing they need was this turning into a 187 in Big Bobby K’s backyard. Aislinn, the really skinny girl, was in a world of fear and panic watching Bianca’s assault. She was sickened and terrified of what her sister was going through, but now that Bianca was getting choked with a dick, she did the math and realized that the same would happen to her, if not worse. Tommy, he was neutral as before. If anything, he looked like he had a ton of guilt on his face. He came up with this whole crazy plan as a way to break up Drew and Morgana all so he could sweep in and take her from her husband. Aislinn and Bianca were innocent bystanders in this plan, but by the end of the weekend they’d be cocksore beyond belief. ‘Was cocksore even a word? Should be. Cocksore: adjective, to be fucked so thoroughly that one is in serious or immense pain. Example, these women will be cocksore for sure after multiple gangrapes this weekend.’ Then there was Drew. He watched with horror as Morgana’s boss was throatraped just a couple meters from him. ‘Probably still uses metric for all his distances. You’re in the fucking States now, Drew!’ Sam thought to himself, then chuckled. Mari was the only one to hear it.

It was right after JC almost choked Bianca on his cock and she spit up on all over herself that JC gave Sam the excuse he needed to strip everyone and get Kim’s opinion on the next few batters. He had the right flow, but wanted to make sure that his better half agreed. If she wanted to taste the blonde bitch now, she had first dibs.

As Bianca struggled to catch her breath, her attacker climbed down. He looked at her, then talked in a mocking tone. “Aww, what a shame. Those clothes are such a mess. Completely ruined. Time to get rid of them.” With that, he grabbed a knife he found nearby and smiled. He was going to enjoy this. JC flipped open the pocket knife and saw the fear in Bianca’s eyes. For a moment, he lost himself and seriously contemplated killing the bitch. But he caught himself. He hadn’t even fucked her ass yet, what fun is there in raping a corpse? He stepped closer, making sure she saw the knife just right in the light. She still hadn’t gotten over the forced oral invasion when she saw him whip out the knife and hold it near her face. He brought the back end of the knife against her skin, and whatever composure she had disappeared as she cried and begged through the gag for him not to hurt her. With an expert move, he sliced the left strap of her sports bra, followed by the right strap. He unzipped the zipper in the front, and released her 38DD breasts for all to see. He sliced the shoestrings off of her shoes and removed those, then took the socks off. He grabbed the waistband of her yoga pants and pulled. “Lift your ass or I’ll cut them off, and I might just knick ya.” She lifted her ass as high up as it could go, easily giving him enough room to take her pants off. As he pulled the yoga pants off enough to clear her knees, he got a good look at her white floral panties. He didn’t ask for help in removing those. He grabbed and pulled as hard as he could 4 times, almost yanking her from the chair. Eventually they stretched enough for him to cut them off of her. A moment of cutting her pants to shreds later, and she was naked in front of the whole group, wearing only the zip-ties and ring gag. JC could feel himself getting turned on seeing her naked and afraid. Before he decided to take her right here and now, Sam spoke up.

“Y’know, I don’t think it’s fair that Morgana and Bianca are completely naked, but everyone else is dressed. What do you think Kimmypoo?” Sam said, playing with Mari’s tits in her bra.

“I think you’re right. Too many people have too many clothes on.” She said, after catching video of JC stripping Bianca. Her duties as camerawoman were keeping her hands out of her pants, but she felt that would soon change. Or at least enough for her to have some fun.

“Dave, I’ll work on this bitch here. Mind taking care of the light work?” Sam said, pulling his hands out to undo Mari’s bra clasp. With tits as big as hers, tractor trailers locking systems are less complicated than a bra clasp. Once undone, he slid the straps off of her shoulders and pushed down, freeing her tits for everyone to see. He moved in front of Mari, kneeling in front of her to remove her short red pumps. He stroked her feet briefly before grabbing the waistline of her pants.

As Sam worked on stripping Mari, Steve grabbed a pair of scissors he ‘found’ in Joe’s truck. When it came to removing clothes, he preferred scissors to a knife. While the knife is the ultimate multitasker during a rape, the scissors are better at their intended purpose. Plus, they’re almost as good of a weapon. He made his way over to Aislinn, who was shaking and crying. Steve could see that the cute, skinny girl was having a panic attack, and this made his dick twitch in anticipation. As he reached out to grab her shirt, she thrashed and tried to get away, but she had nowhere to go. With her hands being bound in such an awkward way, any attempts to get away would probably cause serious injury. When Steve grabbed her maroon t-shirt, she screamed so loud through her gag that if anyone was within a mile of the cabin they might take notice. He cut through her shirt in a few quick cuts, exposing her little tits to everyone.

“This little slut’s not wearing a bra.” Steve said, lowering his voice again. A few more cuts and he removed her shirt. Her tiny tits were so inviting, he couldn’t help but lean over and lick a nipple. She whined something fierce as he did. As Steve went to cut off her shorts, that’s when he noticed they were wet. Steve laughed, and Kim turned to see what was going on. Kim zoomed in on the wet shorts, then up at Aislinn.

“Little Aislinn pissed herself!” Kim said, laughing. “Aww, is this too scawy for you, wittle girl?” Kim then reached out and grabbed one of Aislinn’s nipples and twisted, just for the fun of it. “Let her sit in her own piss for a while, I’ve got an idea.” Kim handed the camera to JC as she ran to the kitchen and searched through the cabinets for something.

JC didn’t really want to deal with the camera now, but he was the only one not busy stripping or planning. He checked the action around the room. Steve was carefully cutting Aislinn’s shorts off while keeping her panties on, while Sam had wiggled Mari’s yoga pants and her red lacy panties off over her hips. With the way she was restrained to the chair, he’d have no choice but to either cut her loose and pull things down or cut her pants and panties apart. Sam turned to JC.

“NotDave, how many more of those zip-ties you got?”

“A buttload.” JC responded. Sam cut the zip-tie holding Mari’s handcuffs to the chair and slid her pants and panties down. JC moved quickly across the room, grabbing a couple spare ties for Sam. Instead of tying her to the chair between her legs like last time, he reconnected her to the chair over the side. This way, he could have some fun with her later on. Ever since they confirmed that they were in for this mission, he knew he had to eat her pussy at least once. And now, he was going to do it while her husband fucked Morgana.

Before JC left, Sam asked him to come down to his level and talk. “You okay?” Sam whispered to JC. The skinny, sexy man nodded. Sam was stern in his response. “Keep your shit in check. I only know a little, but keep your shit in check. We got all weekend to have some fun, we’re not even an hour in yet. Okay. You got all weekend to hurt her, don’t go overboard right away.”

JC nodded again before talking. “I’m good. I’ll get my pound of flesh without doing any permanent physical damage.”

“Good.” Sam said. “Hey, you mind helping strip Joe here? He’s up next for Morgana. Then James and Tommy, then our girl, as long as she’s cool with it.”

JC thought for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, as long as she’s cool with it.” It wasn’t that JC didn’t want to touch Joe with as much blood as he had on him, nor did he think that stripping him was too gay. He wasn’t sure how Bubbles would react to just running around inflicting more torture instead of getting her fuck on. That’s when he heard a squeal come from the kitchen.

“I found it!” She brought a couple items with her from the kitchen. One thing with these cabins designed for large families, they come equipped with well-stocked kitchens. That includes most of the standard accessories to cook a large meal, including spare drinking cups, straws, tongs, and basters. She put some stuff on the kitchen counter and took off her black Adidas hoodie, showing off her white tank top and the plethora of tattoos on her arms. She left her hoodie in the kitchen as she returned to the living room and Steve, who had cut Aislinn’s shorts to pieces but hadn’t removed them yet. Her seat was wet with piss. Bubbles grabbed the small baster and a cup, and sucked up some of Aislinn’s urine with it, filling the cup. Steve peeled the shorts back, having cut them along both leg holes up to and through the waistband. He left her panties in place, her cute blue tanga-cut panties that contrasted beautifully against her tan skin. Bubbles sucked up about a quarter cup of piss from the seat with the baster into the measuring cup. After she got as much piss as she thought she could, she motioned to Steve to lift Aislinn’s ass up a bit. He did, and she used the tongs to pick up her piss-soaked shorts.

Bubbles turned to Drew, who was sitting in the chair wondering what hell they’d come up with next. He didn’t have wait long to find out. Bubbles whipped him with the remnants of Aislinn’s shorts, slapping him across the face and head with them. Then, to make matters worse, she threw the cup of piss in his face. It was only a couple ounces, but it was enough to make him smell worse than he already did. She walked over to him, and scrunched her nose.

“God Damn. Just remember, you caused this. All of this. What do you think we should do next, Drew? Should my big friend over there fuck that petite sister-in-law of yours into a coma, or maybe I take a stab at teaching your wife to eat pussy? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Watching your wife les out, it’s probably been a fucking dream of yours for years. Well, you know what I think? I think there’s four guys here who haven’t fucked your wife yet, and if they know what’s good for them and her, they’ll do her like the whore she is. If they don’t, well, you saw how many guns we have. So whatdya say, who fucks your wife next?” She didn’t give him time to respond. Instead, she stepped back a couple feet. From left to right, she faced James, Tommy, Drew, and Joe. “Eeney Meeny Miney Moe. Catch a Tiger by the toe. If it hollers let him go…”. She’d gone through three cycles and it was apparent she’d land on Joe. “Eeney.” James. “Meeny.” Tommy. “Miney.” Drew. “Moe. Joe is Moe, and that rhymes.”

Morgana looked on with shock as Kim played a kid’s game to pick her next rapist. For a moment she hoped she’d get a reprieve. The three men who broke into the cabin had raped her, maybe they’d be satisfied. Instead, she threatened her sister, talked about making her eat her out, and then listed the four remaining men to fuck her, three of which are her mates. She was filled with dread when she realized that her torment would continue further, knowing that these sick fucks were gonna get a kick out of making her fuck her mates in front of her husband. She then had a horrible realization. Tommy was on that list, and Drew would watch him fuck her. What if he went too far into trying to ‘play along’ and they broke into one of their lovemaking sessions? What if Drew realized that she’d been fucking Tommy for about a month? The thought scared her so much she barely paid attention as Kim and the one with the Dad Bod worked on stripping Joe. ‘Joe, that’s Karen’s husband. The one that’s a bloody mess.’ She then let out a panicked scream when she saw them stand up Joe.

Steve and Kim cut Joe’s restraints from behind his head and picked him up. JC stood around with the camera, filming. ‘It was a way of helping’, he thought. Joe looked like shit, blood covering every square inch of his face and torso. His shirt was soaked in his own blood, and the wound on his forehead had just stopped bleeding. Of course, Joe was in good enough condition to do whatever he needed to, but sold the blading and previous beating like death. That’s why he had a semi-successful career as an independent wrestler, he knew how to work a crowd. He knew from this crowd that the thieves were in charge and that shit was just starting. He also knew how to sell an injury as much worse than it was and how to act one way when the story calls for it. The story called for him acting like he got his ass kicked and he would reluctantly fuck Morgana. All he needed was a little help getting undressed and given the proper motivation in front of the crowd. He knew Sam would provide that, as soon as Sam pulled his head from between Mari’s thighs. Joe should be pissed, but he knew the Vegas Rule applied this weekend. ‘What happens here, stays here.’

Sam stood as Kim returned from the kitchen with the first aid kit Bianca used on her earlier. After putting on some gloves and grabbing an extra-large bandage for Joe’s head, she went to work stripping him. “Don’t get any ideas asshole, that’s just so we don’t get your blood on her face. I don’t want to sit on your blood.” She said it just loud enough for the others to hear. Sam stepped in front of Joe.

“Here’s the deal, dipshit. You don’t know her, never met her before, but you’re going to fuck her and fuck her good. Do you know why? Because I’ll be over there with your wife, and if I don’t think you’re doing a good enough job, well, people have accidents all the time out in the woods. She wouldn’t be the first hiker to go missing. Or maybe I’ll have your wife take blondie’s spot and let everyone and their mother rape the shit out of her, then kill her for shits and giggles. How’s that for motivation? You know, just in case a chance to fuck that super hot blonde wasn’t enough. Kimmypoo, make sure he’s ready go. I have a date with his wife.” Sam walked back over to Mari, who looked scared at what Sam said. Fortunately for him, she didn’t have to act much, just Joe.

As Sam walked back to Mari, JC stepped back and filmed Steve cut off Joe’s shirt while Bubbles took off his sandals. For some reason, he wore sandals with socks, like some German tourist. She unbuttoned the khaki cargo shorts that were stained with blood, and let them fall to the floor. His red boxer briefs were next, and she pulled them down. He was sporting a bit of a chub, but Bubbles grabbed his dick and stroked it to full attention. She whispered something in his hear, no one else could hear it, but soon his 5-inch dick was at full attention. Bubbles and Steve walked Joe over to the fold-out couch bed where Morgana was still bound to, and then each grabbed one of Morgana’s ankles. Joe looked over his shoulder, and could see Sam with his face between his wife’s legs.

“Remember, fuck’er like you mean it if you know what’s good for you.” Kim said. Joe let a scowl cross his face as Sam slid Mari forward to the edge of the seat, getting his ski mask covered face right in her twat. Joe felt his dick twitch, then turned to Morgana. She was again crying, knowing that this was going hurt. But before Joe awkwardly climbed onto the bed, he felt Kim’s hand on his dick. She was rubbing some lube on it. To be honest she stroked him a little longer than she needed to, just to tease him. Then, she slapped him on the ass before he climbed on the bed.

Trying to get his dick into Morgana’s pussy with his hands bound and her dryer than the Sahara wasn’t going to be easy, but at least the lube helped him get in. Once he was lined up with her entrance, he pushed in. Even with her not being in the mood and fighting against this, she still felt great. He knelt between her legs, getting used to the feel before he slowly fucked her. With all the women he’s fucked or raped over the years, she was in the top echelon as far as looks went. His only complaint was that for the rest of the day at least he had to pretend that he was also a victim. ‘God, can’t wait to fuck the shit out of her tomorrow. For now, a good fuck to put on a good show.’

As Joe fucked Morgana, Sam was going to town eating out Mari. He licked and flicked her clit while reaching up and playing with her big ol’ titties. Her 36DD’s were impressive, and still in great condition for being in her 40’s with three kids. She moaned as Sam teased her and toyed with her. He savored her taste, lapping up her juices as her breathing became staccato. He kept at it, knowing it wasn’t long until he made her cum. Just as she was about to scream out loud, she felt a hand over her face from behind. It was JC. He switched the shots between focusing on Joe fucking Morgana, Joe looking back and watching his best friend eat out his wife, and Mari having her fun. JC didn’t trust Mari not to scream out something stupid like their names, so he covered her mouth just as she was about to cum. It helped, as she let out an almost deafening roar through his hand.

Joe fucked Morgana a little harder when he saw and heard Mari orgasm. He took that as a cue to go a little rougher on the blonde, and it worked. Morgana’s natural systems went to work protecting her, adding her own lubricants to the mix and letting Joe go a little faster and faster. He still stayed on his knees, enjoying the view from where he was, watching Morgana’s tits bounce back and forth as he fucked her, her tears going down her cheeks, and the look of disgust on her face as she saw her current violator’s visage and looked away. She looked to the back of the couch, too ashamed and hurt to see Drew’s face as this stranger fucked her in front of him.

As Mari came down from her orgasm, Sam pulled her off of the chair and onto the floor, lying on her back. She was still attached to the chair, but now with her hands secured to one of the legs above the supporting braces. There were enough ties in place to let her spin around on her back or on her front. Now, Sam wanted her on her back. He’d wanted to fuck her for years, but that was always out of bounds. Today, he was taking his shot. Sam leaned over and guided his prick into her love tunnel and pushed, feeling her warmth around him. He sat for a moment before picking up the pace. Pretty soon, Mari let out a little moan to match Sam’s as he fucked her.

Across the room, Bianca kept her eyes glued on the skinny man that assaulted her. He was busy filming the action, but every minute or so looked her way with a look that screamed that he was just getting started. The way he looked at her terrified her. Speaking of terrified, Aislinn sat and watched yet another man rape her sister, this time almost begrudgingly. She said almost because as the event wore on, he seemed to get more and more into it. Aislinn let her imagination run into overdrive as she imagined all of the horrible, nasty things they’d do to her. They already made Morgy fuck four guys and likely three more, plus that psycho Asian woman with the tattoos was probably going to have her fun with her too. Now that fat guy was fucking Karen, and the skinny guy had raped Bianca’s mouth and looked like he wanted another go at her. Aislinn had no clue how depraved they could be, but if they didn’t leave soon who knows what sick shit they’d make her do. They’d probably rape her every way possible, with every person here. Including her own sister. And they were filming everything! Aislinn screamed again into her gag, briefly getting Dad Bod’s attention. He was the one that cut off her clothes and was there when she pissed herself. It was super embarrassing, but she also couldn’t help it. She hadn’t had a panic attack like this in years, if ever, and being left alone somehow made it worse. Aislinn knew that eventually they’d turn their attention to her, but not knowing when made the fear all the more palpable.

As Aislinn shook in fear realizing her eventually fate, Steve laughed. He was going to enjoy making her cry out in pain. He could feel his dick twitch at the thought.

But first, down to business. Kim figured out the batting order Sam wanted to use without them saying a word. They would go with James, then Tommy. After that, Bubbles would call an audible and have some fun of her own, and that fun included Drew. Before anyone on that list could fuck Morgana, they’d need to strip down first. Bubbles would take care of herself shortly, but first up was James. Out of everyone in the cabin, James was the only person who dressed up for a day off. He was a pair of steel-toed boots away from working on the construction site. Bubbles went to work untying his shoes and slipping them off, followed by his socks. As she reached for his belt buckle, Steve took the scissors and cut through his green polo shirt from bottom to top. James sat still, not that he could do anything to protest this, what with his hands bound behind his head like they were. Once the shirt was cut in half, Bubbles unbuttoned his jeans and undid his zipper. He lifted his bum so she could grab his jeans and undies and pull them down. She stopped right before pulling his jeans down the whole way, teasing him and his growing erection. Bubbles smiled up at him, then pulled the jeans down the rest of the way. He wasn’t at full mast, but a few skilled strokes and licks from the Asian goddess between his legs did the trick. As she played with James’s cock, she looked up at him.

“Now, you know what you have to do. Your ‘mates’ safety is on the line, possibly their lives. You don’t fuck her good, he pays the price.” Bubbles turned to Tommy, who was next in line. “Same goes to you. What did he call you out there, Twinkletoes? You don’t fuck her good, Drew has a run-in with a bear outside.” With that, Bubbles put her mouth on James’s dick and fluffed him to a full erection. He could see why Sam was so smitten with her.

JC filmed the action back and forth. He’d rather be fucking Bianca like the whore she was, but he knew better. Plus, this was some good shit. Joe was fucking Morgana on the couch bed, Sam fucked Mari on the floor, and Bubbles was blowing James. As Bubbles kept James hard with her mouth, she pulled off her white tank top, showing off her pink bra and couple dozen temporary tattoos across her torso, chest, neck, and arms. Aside from fucking Bianca, he really wanted to get a piece of her, if she were up for it.

He turned his attention to Joe on the bed, who picked up the pace and his breathing came short as shallow as he fucked Morgana. He’d dropped the pretenses of fucking her to save his wife and was now fucking her long and hard while Sam did the same to his wife. Joe was getting ready to cum. He arched his back and grunted as he slammed into Morgana’s cunt one last time, shooting his seed deep into her. He jerked rapidly as he came and caught his breath. As Joe pulled out of Morgana’s pussy, he had a close-up of his semen leaking out of her. He then panned to her face, capturing her tears.

As Joe was led from the bed and back to his chair, he stepped past Sam fucking his wife. Steve reconnected Joe’s zip-ties to the leg of the chair, like how his wife was connected to hers. Joe saw the scene unfolding in front of him. Mari was now on her knees, holding onto the chair for balance as Sam fucked her doggystyle. He gripped her hips and held on as her moans built to a low scream as she orgasmed on his dick. Sam followed that soon after by pulling out and shooting his load all over her back. She collapsed on the ground, and he wiped himself with the panties she wore earlier before sitting down in the chair above her.

“That’s one hot wife you’ve got there. Everyone should get a turn with her.” Sam said, slapping Joe in the chest.

Bubbles lifted her head off of James’s hard cock and stood. “Okay mate, time to fook yer mate, mate. Do a good job, you save yer mate’s mate, mate.” She pulled a box cutter out of her pocket and sliced loose his bonds. She led him to the bed, past Drew and to Morgana. “Have at her then, Mate.”

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To Be Continued. Fun note, this story is so long I broke MS Word and had to split it into multiple pieces. This was the last chapter of the first file, pushed the word count to 200k. But there's a lot more coming up...

Post by **Shocker** » Tue Oct 07, 2025 1:17 am

Well one Australian mate is going to mate his fellow Australian mate, with his other mate watching. Things are surely somewhat down under

Post by **LtBroccoli** » Wed Oct 08, 2025 11:50 pm

Chapter Tags: MF,rape,oral,bond,s&m,viol
Content Warnings: All the things
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James gets a shot at Morgana while JC starts his revenge...
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Chapter 57(MF,rape,oral,bond,s&m,viol)

Bubbles lifted her head off of James’s hard cock and stood. “Okay mate, time to fook yer mate, mate. Do a good job, you save yer mate’s mate, mate.” She pulled a box cutter out of her pocket and sliced loose his bonds. She led him to the bed, past Drew and to Morgana. “Have at her then, Mate.” Kim then slapped his ass, leaving there with his cock pointing in the wind, and Morgana lying on the couch bed.

The guys didn’t need to hold her down or hold her legs open this time, she heard the threats. If James doesn’t fuck her, they die. After the last fuck, at least this one wasn’t some bloody twerp or psychotic rapist. No, this was in some ways worse. It was her friend, a colleague, and someone she trusted. And once again, it was just a meter or so from her Drew. She closed her eyes, resigning herself to her momentary fate.

It’s not exactly how James drew it up in his mind all those months ago when he first laid eyes on her, but it’ll do. Especially since he knew that they had the whole weekend and he knew how sick and perverted his friends truly were. This was his first fuck of the weekend, and there were bound to be many, many more. He climbed onto the bed and shimmied himself into position. Even with being less than enthused, she felt better and was more responsive than when she was drugged out of her gourd and passed out all those weeks ago. How he’d repress a smile or continue playing the victim or forced accomplice, that would stretch his limited acting abilities to the brink.

Morgana had resigned herself to another disturbing and disgusting sexual act at the hands of these crazed gunmen, but the fact that it was with her friend James almost made her panic. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t found him a little cute over the last few months, but he was old enough to be her father. He was probably good looking 20 or 30 years ago, but he was in his 50’s now. As he stripped down, she saw how well he took care of himself, and he wasn’t badly hung, either. Still, this was her friend, someone who the thought of anything sexual with turned her stomach a little.

Or was it something else making her sick?

James penetrated Morgana as she tried to look away, only to get chastised by the fat man with the mask. “Don’t you hide away from hubby over here, show him how much you’re enjoying it.” He taunted her, forcing her to turn her head towards Drew. He was hurt beyond what she’d ever seen before. As much as the physical toll this took on her body, being raped now 5 times in about an hour, the fact that these men kept it going by having a bloody stranger join in followed by her friend broke Drew’s heart. What made matters worse is that James was getting into it and making sure that he paid attention to Morgy’s body and reactions. He wasn’t using her like a glorified sex doll like the other monsters, he was at least trying to be kind and gentle.

Of course, James was in it for himself but wanted to see if he could push her to like it, too. Getting her to orgasm from being raped in front of her husband would definitely stick with Drew the rest of his days, but James doubted he had the strength or stamina to pull that off. He kept going in and out in a rhythmic motion, trying to get her in on the depravity without being too overt about it. He had a feeling that the next in line would be more than willing to go all out with her in making love to her instead of just fucking or raping her.

Speaking of the next in line, Tommy sat bound to the chair with his hands behind his head, watching the events unfold. As much as it hurt to see HIS Morgana in pain, he knew deep down that this was what was needed to scare Drew off for good. At least that was the plan. She was getting into what James was doing to her, but not enough for the goal he had in mind. As he watched, Bubbles sauntered over, boxcutter in hand.

“Don’t move, might get cut.” She grabbed his t-shirt and sliced it opened then cut it off. She then slid down to her knees, between his legs, and grabbed his gym shorts by the waistband. He lifted his butt a bit to let her slip his shorts off, then they repeated the process for his black boxer briefs. After that, the only thing he wore were the zip-ties around his wrists and the gag in his mouth. Looking around the room, the only two people with any clothes left on were Bubbles and Aislinn. Bubbles, because she was still stripping the men and Aislinn because they wanted her to sit in her piss-soaked panties. When Bubbles removed Tommy’s shorts, she freed his healthy 7-inch cock and gave it a little kiss. Then she gave it a couple more kisses, then began flicking it with her tongue as she gave him a little head. At this point, she was more interested in keeping him hard than getting him off. She knelt up from her position, still wearing her pink bra and gray workout pants so she could whisper in his ear. “Make her cum.” She then kissed him on the lips quickly once then made her way back down to between his legs.

As Bubbles was blowing Tommy, Sam got up and walked around the room, taking everything in. JC was still filming but would glare at Bianca every few minutes. ‘If I weren’t’ busy running the handheld camera, I’d be balls deep in her ass by now.’ JC thought to himself as he moved between Bubbles blowing Tommy and James fucking Morgana. He saw Sam and Steve make sure that Joe was reattached to the chair, then Steve stood guard by James. That’s when he saw Sam wave him over. JC approached.

“Hey, what’s your next move?” Sam asked in a whisper.

“How do you mean?” JC replied. He wasn’t sure what Sam was getting to.

“Do I need to ask who and what you want to do when you’re up next?” Sam said with a hint of concern. His face would’ve shown it to, if it weren’t covered up by the mask.

“If I need to say it, I’ll say it. Bianca’s mine first. That was my bargain for coming up. I get her first, I get her worst.”

“Fine.” Sam turned towards Kim. “Kimmypoo, whose camera is this?”
Bubbles lifted her head off of Tommy’s cock and responded. “That’s Tommy’s.”

“Which room is his?”

“Downstairs.” She said, before putting her mouth back down on his dick.

“Is that right Tommy, your room is downstairs?” Sam asked. Tommy nodded. “You ain’t lying, are you? You lie, she bites down for all she’s worth.” Tommy looked scared on the comment, unable to say anything of substance with the gag in his mouth. He turned back to JC. “You go find a fresh battery, hopefully another SD card. I’ll take inventory of what Joe and his bitch brought. When you come back up, one of us will take over camera.” Sam directed his gaze at Bianca. “Then you can have all the fun you want with her.” Sam said that last part loud enough for everyone to hear, especially Bianca. Her eyes went wide in fear hearing that as JC walked swiftly past her, smiling an evil smile that could be seen through his mask.

James enjoyed the rhythm, though he had a hard time holding himself with his hands tied like they were. Normally he’d prop himself on his elbows or use his hands to keep his position. Instead, he’s stuck in an awkward pose the whole time. What this did was distract him and took him out of the moment a couple times, making it harder to fuck her. When he felt like he was getting close, he’d cramp up or get sore. Eventually, he had to shift his position to where he fucked her from a kneeling position. All this did was burn up his thighs and calves.

While James was doing this, Sam dragged Mari and Joe’s luggage back over to the recliner so he could take inventory. He knew what was in the bag, he helped pack it back at the hotel room before they left this morning. Still, he needed to put on the show for the real victims, the real targets. With all of the shit they’d do to them this weekend, they needed a good backstory. As soon as Bubbles pulled out her strap-on, the whole idea of a random break-in gone awry goes out the window, unless there’s a good reason for it. They already set up one of the three cameras they brought, along with one of the four ring gags. Fortunately, they were different sizes, so that could explain that away, as well as the multiple vibrators and dildos. Two of the strap-on kits could be explained away as them being a little kinky, but not all four. The kinky excuse could work for some of the bondage gear and a couple sets of handcuffs, leg irons, and straps for the bed, but not all of it. A close examination would show that there was enough stuff for a whole weekend of sex, including enough Cialis and Blue Chew to keep everyone hard for a month. He had an idea for this later on, but it would require sending someone out of the cabin for a little trip. His idea for that was have someone drive Joe’s truck down the path for a bit then come back about an hour later. There was a little sex shop not too far from the cabin.
But if they couldn’t get away for that, or there wasn’t enough time for the subterfuge to work, he would find a way to explain away everything.

As Sam was going through Joe and Mari’s luggage, JC was downstairs rifling through Tommy’s bags. He was told that Tommy planned this little operation and had stuffed away all of the gear in his travel kit. Problem was that they were out of communication with Tommy for over a day and he had no clue which bag was his kit. That meant going through all of Tommy’s stuff until he found the extra SD cards and batteries. He took longer than he wanted to find them, and all because he was too tired and wired and horny to think straight. It was only after rifling through Tommy’s dirty laundry did JC sit on the bed and think.

He closed the door and sat on the bed, thinking out loud. “Now, if I were Tommy and thought I’d be tied up and unable to tell my captors where I stuffed the extra equipment, where would I put it? I’d have to hide it to keep anyone else from finding it and getting suspicious, but I had the camera with me so that wasn’t a secret. Tommy’s a pretty organized guy, so if I were organized, I’d keep my camera stuff with my computer stuff and tech toys. Where would I keep my computer? In my computer bag. Which one is my computer bag? I wouldn’t bring my work computer bag and I’m young, so I use a bookbag because specialty laptop bags aren’t as comfortable and are for old people. Now, where is my bookbag?” JC looked around the room for Tommy’s bookbag and found it sitting in the bottom of the wardrobe. Sure enough, the IT stuff was in there. Laptop, chargers, cables, and a camcorder bag with extra batteries and SD cards. JC shook his head. He might be more tired than he thought. “After all this shit today, I’m going to crash so fucking hard tonight.”

James was fucking Morgana when JC returned from the basement. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why he was so excited. As soon as he climbed the steps, JC had his mind on Bianca. He sped through the kitchen to the living room and handed the camera, spare batteries, and SD cards to Sam. Sam didn’t get a moment to object or ask who was going to run the camera next before JC grabbed some clothesline they ‘found’ in Joe’s truck, some lube from Joe’s luggage, and a knife then made a bee line to Bianca.

He had evil intentions, but needed a plan. He looked around the room for a moment. There were the benches he dragged in from outside that would more than support both of their weights, but were a little small. He looked at the coffee table. It was a nice table, looked sturdy, but didn’t want to take any chances with that. The floor was a good idea as well, but he wasn’t a fan of fucking on hardwood floors. He thought about securing her to the top of the couch but there wasn’t anywhere nice to secure her to. That’s when he saw the dining table off to the side. It was strong, but too far away from the rest of the action. What good is it to rape a bitch in front of her friends if her friends don’t see it. Then he saw the strewn about couch cushions that was and when the idea hit him. He grabbed the two benches and the cushions from the couch and made a makeshift bed in the living room, in front of Bianca and Aislinn. Three seat cushions were placed on top of the benches. He used some of the clothesline to secure the benches to each other so they wouldn’t fall open while fucking her ass. After making sure his handiwork was good, JC tied one end of the rope around and through the zip-tie around her wrists. Once secured, he cut the tie connecting her to the chair and grabbed her by hair.

“Move it cunt.” JC pulled Bianca up out of her chair by her hair and led her to the makeshift bench bed. Without giving her any warnings or instructions, he shoved her down onto the cushions, face down. He moved quickly, tying her hands to the legs of the bench underneath. He had her secured in a few seconds flat. She dared not try to get up and run away. Bianca knew that doing so would likely get someone killed, almost certainly her. All she could do was cooperate and hope she made it through this mess alive.

JC wanted her to see what he was going to do to her, so he grabbed her legs and started spinning her. “Roll over.” She obliged, knowing that fighting wasn’t in her best interest. As soon as she was on her back, she felt a rope tied around her left ankle, then another one around her right ankle. He was going to tie her legs off to something, he just wasn’t sure what. That’s when he decided to use the legs of the bench closest to her head. This way, her knees would be near her face and her ass and pussy exposed for his use. She cried through the ring gag as she was stretched much further than she was used to. Even with doing yoga regularly, she wasn’t nearly this flexible. Once both feet were tied, he admired his handiwork for a moment while stroking his cock.

Sam had taken over the filming duties after replacing the battery on Tommy’s camera. JC didn’t bring the charger up with him, just the spare batteries. Sam shook his head, then focused on the action throughout the room. James’s fucking of Morgana took on a different tone as he watched JC get ready to fuck Bianca. Bubbles was blowing Tommy just enough to keep him rock hard for Morgana. Aislinn was shaking like a leaf watching Bianca right in front of her, wondering what was going to happen to her next. Joe relaxed on his chair as Steve played with Mari’s tits and pussy. Drew was seething with anger and crushed at the same time, watching one of his mates fuck his wife. Out of everyone in the room, the only three with any clothes on were Bubbles, Drew, and Aislinn. Bubbles still had on her pink bra and everything from the waist down. Drew was in a similar boat with his cargo shorts, boots, and so on. Only his shirt, which was cut to shreds earlier to serve as gags for everyone, was removed. If anything, he gained some clothes after Bubbles draped Aislinn’s piss-soaked shorts on his head. Sam walked over to JC to get a better shot of JC and Bianca.

Jonathan Crenshaw, also known as Jesus or JC to his friends, had waited for more than 6 years to get back at Bianca. Ever since that incident where she claimed that he made inappropriate comments about her and her staff, about how she claimed that he told one of her co-workers how much he’d like to fuck her brains out, how nice her tits were, and how hot she was, and how he made her feel unsafe in the workplace because he supposedly activated her webcam one day remotely when there was no need for it. All of that cost him a position with Pharma, where he convinced himself he’d be an IT Director by this point. And it was all her fault. He’d dreamed of getting back at her, making her scream and cry. He wasn’t even going to come up this weekend until he saw Bianca Jones in the backseat of Drew’s car. Now here she was, strung up like a prize game hunt. No, it was better than a prize game hunt. It was THE perfect rape waiting to happen.

JC lined his cock up with her pussy lips and pushed in. There was no pretense at foreplay, no thought about getting her wet to make this a little easier. No, he wanted to hurt her like she hurt him all those years ago. He slammed into her pussy with force, causing Bianca to puff out her words as she lost her breath. As soon as he was in, he started fucking her with quick, hard strokes. She cried and moaned in pain. Past experience told her that usually the worst part of a rape was the beginning, the first few minutes before the body moistened itself as a self-defense reflex. From all of the times Phil forced himself on her when she wasn’t willing, she knew that part would come soon. Even from the couple times when she was younger and attacked, her body would eventually protect itself from permanent harm. But this man, this monster wasn’t in it for any normal sex. He wanted to hurt her, like it was personal.

As Bianca tried to focus on anything other than the pain, like why this man in particular was targeting her, he grabbed a hold of her long, brown hair and pulled her head up to look at him.

“LOOK AT ME WHILE I’M FUCKING YOU, YOU DIRTY WHORE!” Then, out of nowhere, he took his free hand and slapped her tits as hard as he could. There was no way to block out that pain, and she cried some more. As he fucked her, he held her hair in place, staring at her the whole time.

James saw the way JC fucked Bianca, and it took him out of his rhythm. As much as he knew that this was going to happen, watching her get raped just a few meters away made his blood boil. ‘When this is all said and done, I’m gonna whoop his fookin’ arse.’ He told himself this as he felt his legs burn and his balls swell. He fucked Morgana a little harder, feeling his orgasm building in time.

While James was busy with Morgana and JC with Bianca, Steve played with Mari’s tits and fingered her pussy. He really wanted to fuck soon, but was trying to figure out which way to go. He’d love to have another go at Morgana, maybe rip her shitter to pieces. He’d probably get one shot at Mari today but really wanted to do her in a tag team later on tonight in front of Joe. Sam would probably be down for that, knowing that these two would ‘do anything’ tomorrow for us to stop hurting them. Bianca had a fine ass, but who knows when he’d get a turn with her, or what condition she’d be in after JC was done with her. And Bubbles, well, he’d probably fuck her at least once this weekend while she went on her Tsunami of Sexuality and fucked anyone and everyone in this place at least once. Shit, she’d already blown three guys in the last half hour or so and was almost certain to add Drew to that list in a few minutes. But he knew who he really wanted to give a good dicking to.

Aislinn. Steve really wanted to give her something to cry about. She’d been freaking out for the entire time they’ve been here, and frankly it was annoying him. He wanted to fuck her every which way. He also wanted to make her fuck Drew and Morgana. When they all came to a stopping point, he’d talk it over with Sam and they could figure out how to best make the skinny bitch cry. The thought of making Aislinn squeal as he fucked her brought his dick to attention. Before he could take advantage of it, Sam came over, camera in hand.

Sam kneeled next to Steve and whispered. “After Tommy, Bubbles is gonna have her fun. Also thinking of offering Tommy out of the gag and zip tie.” Steve looked at him a little confused, but Sam continued. “Give him a chance to be a good boy, maybe get Morgana to cum in front of the hubby.”

“Need me on crowd control?” Steve said in a whisper.

“Yeah. Probably on cleanup a little with Drew and Aislinn. At least blast them with some water. They smell like piss.” Sam said.

“Speaking of her, what’s the plan?” Steve asked, keeping the whisper low.

Sam thought for a moment. He fucked Morgana and Mari first, and JC was breaking in Bianca. It would only be fair for him to have first run at Aislinn. But Bubbles still hadn’t had a shot yet at what she wanted to do yet, either. “Talk with Bubbles, you guys come up with a plan. You’re the first guy to fuck her unless you want to do something else, like make the hubby fuck her.”

“Thought about that, just seeing how things will go. Once Tommy’s good and James is back to his seat, we’ll figure out a plan.” Steve said, still fingering Mari as he talked. For her part, she moaned a little. Sam walked back to record more of the action.

Steve stood, dick sticking straight up, ready for its next victim. ‘Too bad I have to clean up some messes first.’ He stared at Aislinn, causing her scream again into her gag. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed some cleaning supplies, a jug for making iced tea, and a bottle of water. He filled the jug with water, then grabbed a couple kitchen towels. As he grabbed the supplies, he saw that James was fucking Morgana with a little more enthusiasm now. Maybe it had something to do with JC fucking Bianca’s pussy while slapping her ass and tits over and over.

Bianca couldn’t believe what this man was doing to her. Well, she could believe that she could be tied up and raped, but he was going over the top with the slapping and spanking and beating. Each time she cried, begging him to stop, he just went harder. Not that she could say anything through the ring gag. She was in pain and couldn’t hold out anymore. She sobbed as he slapped her tits over and over again. This just excited him more. She tried to turn to see what else was going on, but this asshole twisted her head back each time she looked around. From what she could see, James was on his knees, fucking Morgana.

For her part, Morgana had to admit that James wasn’t bad. It wasn’t as terrible as the other rapes, but by this point of the day she was sore and tired. Her body was starting to respond a little to the way James screwed her, but that just made her feel worse. Here she was, being gang raped in front of her husband, and now they were making her friends join in, and James was enjoying himself, and she was feeling good too. All of this just built up to her crying again. When she began to cry, that’s when she felt James stutter and heard him grunt something unintelligible. The next thing she felt was James cumming inside her. She shuddered at the thought as her older mate came. ‘Was it the tears? Was it something else?’ Morgana asked herself that as he pulled out and was led off of the couch bed.

As James was led back to his chair, Steve sat him down and zip-tied him back to the chair, but in a much more comfortable position than before. Instead of having his arms secured behind his head, they were attached to the leg of the chair. He was still catching his breath when the last plastic click hit his ears.

Sam walked over to Tommy, who still had his dick in Bubbles’s mouth. “I guess it’s your turn now, Tommy. But I want to make a little deal with you. You want to make a deal?” Tommy nodded. “Good. I’m going to take your gag out, then I’m going to ask you a couple questions. You answer them right, I’ll be a nice guy and cut off those zip-ties, replace them with something a little more comfortable. Deal?” Tommy nodded. Sam went to remove the gag as Bubbles licked on Tommy’s member just a little bit more. “Remember, don’t do anything stupid. We’re the ones with the guns.” Sam said right before untying the gag. Tommy stretched out his jaw, opening his mouth a few times before stopping. Sam looked him in the eye. “How long do you have this room for?”

“Until Monday.” Tommy said.

Sam looked around the room. “You’ve got two uninvited guests according to my friend down in your lap. Ever seen them before?”

“No. Ahhh.” Bubbles licking the skin underneath his cock head caught him off guard.

“You sure. I’ve got a great lie detector around your cock right now.” Sam said, then patted Bubbles on her head.

“Never seen them before.” Tommy lied a little, but it was part of the show, he knew it. Now that he got a look at them, he’d seen Joe a few times from the Club’s videos, and even saw Mari once recently with her husband as they raped a Hispanic woman.

“Anyone else coming over this weekend? Any friends from out of town, someone running behind schedule?”

“No, no one else.” Tommy said.

Sam nodded. “So, it’s just you, your friends, your new friends, and us, your newest friends. And you have this place for another 2 whole days. Tell me, any plans we should know about, any activities you scheduled that they might send a search party out here?”

“No, nothing else was scheduled. We were going figure that out after we got back from our hike. Then you showed up.” Tommy said. He sucked in some air again, enjoying the work Bubbles was doing on his junk.

“So you’re telling me you have nothing else scheduled, no one else is showing up, and no one should expect any company or a rescue?”

“I don’t think so.” Tommy said.

“So, it sounds like, if we were to stick around a little bit, you won’t have anyone showing up and asking us why we’re here until Monday. Hot digity damn. Kimmypoo, you are amazing. You picked the best place to knock over, and we can hang out as long as we want.” Sam said.

Bubbles lifted her head off of Tommy’s dick. “I know how to pick’em honeybear.”

Sam reached behind Tommy with his knife and cut the zip tie around his wrists. His arms were sore from being bent in this direction for so long. “There ya go, up and at’em.” Tommy felt his arms freed, but moved slowly. He knew they wouldn’t do anything but had to make it look like he thought they would.

Bubbles stood up. Steve stood off to the side while JC was fucking Bianca. Sam motioned for Tommy to stand. He did.

“Now, Tommy, since you’ve been such a friendly host, and you haven’t done anything stupid, I’ll give you a few minutes to use your hands and mouth. Which is perfect, because you know what you’re going to do for the next few minutes?” Sam said. He didn’t wait for Tommy to answer the rhetorical question. “Your friend, Morgana.”

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To Be Continued...

Post by **LtBroccoli** » Sat Oct 11, 2025 1:08 am

Chapter Tags: MF,oral,anal,rape,s&m,a2m,viol,slight racism
Content Warnings: Beatings, Blowjobs, and Blue Balls
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Tommy gets his turn with Morgana while Bubbles has fun with Drew and JC releases some anger on Bianca...
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Chapter 58(MF,oral,anal,rape,s&m,a2m,viol,slight racism)

“Now, Tommy, since you’ve been such a friendly host, and you haven’t done anything stupid, I’ll give you a few minutes to use your hands and mouth. Which is perfect, because you know what you’re going to do for the next few minutes?” Sam said. He didn’t wait for Tommy to answer the rhetorical question. “Your friend, Morgana.” Sam slapped Tommy on the back, and he staggered.

His time had come, and he knew what he had to do. Tommy looked into Morgana’s eyes and saw a pain that went a little deeper than just the physical toll of the ongoing gang rape. It went further than having to make love to Tommy right here right now. It was doing all of this in front of Drew. But before he could climb on the bed, Bubbles grabbed his hard-on and tugged, stopping his momentum.

“Remember, fuck her good. None of this half-assed 3 pump chump stuff. She doesn’t moan, someone else pays. Comprende mother fucker?”

“Comprende.” Tommy said as Bubbles stroked his dick one last time before letting go.

Tommy hesitated at the foot of the bed. He knew what he had to do. Hell, he’d done this with her at least a dozen times by now. But to do it in front of Drew, in front of Aislinn, in front of a crowd? This was a whole different matter altogether. He was going to have sex with Morgana in front of her husband. No…He was going to make love to Morgana in front of her husband. He gathered up his nerves and climbed slowly onto the bed. He got his first good look at her face up close. She was a wreck. He grabbed her face by the chin and turned her face towards his, between her and the back of the couch. Here, they could have a brief moment of privacy.

“Shh, it’s okay, it’ll be okay.” Tommy whispered to her.

Morgana broke down crying. “It’s not okay. None of this is okay.” He shushed her as best as he could, but knew it wasn’t going to work.

“Just, go along, follow my lead, pretend that it’s just us. Can you do that?” Tommy asked.

“It hurts. I hurt so much.” Morgana said, through the tears.

“Just be brave for a little longer, I’ll be gentle. Trust me.” Tommy said before kissing her tenderly. Out of everything that happened today, this was the first time someone kissed her, and she was glad it was Tommy. They kissed a couple more times, before Tommy moved his hand to her breasts while kissing her neck.

As Tommy started gently with Morgana, JC was fucking Bianca like she ruined his life. Which, in his mind, she did. Between the hard smacks to her tits, ass, and legs and the long and hard strokes he pumped into her, she was in pain like she hadn’t been in a long time. There was no pretending she was somewhere else, no ignoring it, no thinking about a song or movie to pass the time. Each assault on her flesh brought her back into the moment.

So when he stopped and pulled out, she knew she couldn’t relax, even for a minute. She strained to see where he went, but he was out of her view. She lost track of him as he walked past the couch, towards the bags of open luggage. Her suspicions were confirmed when he returned with a riding crop in hand. Bianca screamed as loud as she could, but the ring gag prevented her from forming any words.

JC held the crop in his right hand and his dick in his left. He saw the fear in Bianca’s eyes and it turned him on more than he knew possible. Her ass and pussy were on full display, splayed out in front on him with her feet tied up so that her legs were spread and the soles of her feet faced the ceiling. He swung the riding crop with his right hand, keeping her attention on it as grabbed a bottle of the lube he had and poured a little on his cock.

“Let’s play a little game. You tell me which hurts worse. A, or B. A?” JC hit her on the right arm with the crop. “Or B?” He cracked her in the tit with the crop. She cried louder on B. “A?” He hit her on the tit again. “Or B?” He smacked her in the belly with the crop. She cried more at B. “A?” He hit her in the belly again. “Or B?” He whacked her on the bottom of her left foot with the crop. She squealed after the last one, crying, trying to make a B sound. “A?” He hit her in the foot again. “Or B?” JC pressed his dick into her anus and pushed in as hard as he could. She cried and moaned something fierce. “Sorry, couldn’t make that out. A?” He hit her foot again with the crop. “Or B?” He pulled out almost the whole way out of her ass and plunged back in. “A or B?” He repeated the actions. “A or B! A OR B!” He kept up the pattern, hitting her foot and fucking her ass until he switched it up to her other foot. Each time he’d go in and out, he’d hit her with the crop. After 15 or so strikes, he changed up to just hitting her anywhere on her body until he focused solely on fucking her ass.

While JC fucked Bianca’s ass raw, James gave him a glare that would’ve earned him the gas chamber if looks could kill. He had a front row seat for this, but wasn’t enjoying seeing this arse hurt Bianca this way. ‘Forget talking to this prick, I might just run his arse over. Or ask Bobby to take’em fishin.’’ James couldn’t recall the last time he hated someone this much since last week at work.

Tommy slid his hand down past Morgana’s tits and down her belly to her pussy. He rubbed and stroked her legs up and down before settling on her womanhood. He caressed her while kissing her neck and ear, before moving his way down to her breasts, one kiss at a time. He wanted to give her some pleasure during all of this torment. When he made it to her breasts and licked her nipples, he saw Drew for the first time. Tommy couldn’t describe the anguish he saw on Drew’s face, and wouldn’t have the words if he lived for another hundred years. It was one thing to watch his wife be raped over and over again by thugs, and another to have to watch his friends join in, but to see Tommy be so gentle and loving to her, and watching her respond even after everything that happened to her? His heart sank to the floor. Tommy turned his attention back to the nipple he sucked on while he gently rubbed Morgana’s clit with his thumb.

As Drew watched, a dozen thoughts went through his mind. The least of which was how this was his fault and Tommy’s fault. Tommy was his friend, his mate, and here he was being forced to have sex with his wife, but instead of just fucking her like everyone else had done, he’s trying to make love to her. Drew didn’t know if he should be happy that he wasn’t trying to hurt her or pissed that it wasn’t him. But another thought struck him as he watched Tommy and his wife on the couch bed in front of him.

Tommy’s a little too good at this. Like, no fumbling around, no crazy nervousness, no awkward exploring, no stuttering or stopping. It’s like he’s been here before. Almost like these two…

Drew shook his head, trying to get the thought out of his mind. Tommy was too good of a mate and Morgy would never, ever cheat on him. Just like how a few months ago he’d never thought of cheating on her with anyone, let alone his ex-girlfriend and current flatmate Celeste.

He saw Tommy elicit a small moan from Morgana, then kiss her. She kissed him back. The fire and anger and resentment and sadness and hurt and dejection grew in him like an explosion. Just as he was about to lose it, he was splashed in the face with a jug of water. With the rush of water, the shorts that Aislinn peed in that Kim draped on his head like a towel were sent flying. He looked to his right and saw Steve and Bubbles, or as he knew them the guy that beat the shit out of him and Kim.

“Didn’t want you to smell too bad.” Bubbles bent over, putting her hand on Drew’s cock. “Like what you’re seeing over there? Like watching your wife get fucked?” Bubbles squeezed Drew’s cock through his shorts. “I think you do, deep down. I think you’ve always wanted to see this. I mean, if not, why try to play hero earlier?” Bubbles turned to Steve. “I think he’s wearing too much. You agree?” Steve nodded. Bubbles kneeled down and tried to cut the laces of his boots with her boxcutter. It wasn’t working, so Steve handed her the scissors he used earlier. “Thanks.” Bubbles took the scissors, and made short work of Drew’s shoelaces. She then went to work cutting off his cargo shorts, first up one leg, stopping before she cut through the waistline. After a little shifting around, she sliced through the waistband enough to remove them, leaving his grey boxer briefs in place. Unlike the other men, Drew was not visibly aroused. “What’s the matter Drew, don’t you like me?” Bubbles said, reaching into his briefs to fish out his cock. It was flaccid, but wouldn’t be for long. She stroked his cock a few times, then licked the head. The briefs were still in the way, so she stopped playing with Drew’s little buddy and cut them off with the scissors. Once she had a clear shot, Bubbles played with Drew’s cock, licking and sucking and stroking it until she brought it to erection against his will. She moved out of the way, making sure that Morgana could get a good look at her playing with Drew’s cock. “Hey Morgy, I think he likes it.”

Morgana saw the Asian woman with the pink hair playing with her husband’s cock, calling her by her nickname. She wanted to yell and scream, or cry again, but she knew none of that would help. Best case, they’d find it funny and torment him over it. Worst case, they’d hurt them more. She didn’t know what to do or say, but it soon didn’t matter. She felt the bed shift as Tommy changed positions. He was moving over top of her.

Tommy climbed on top of Morgana, like he’d done a dozen or so times in the last part of the summer and mounted her. She kept her legs spread for him as he knelt between them and leaned in to kiss her. A moment of hesitation later, and Tommy pushed into her love tunnel, causing her to moan a little. He stayed inside her for a moment before moving, letting her get used to him before making love to her. Once there though, he started moving back and forth in slow, deliberate strokes.

Speaking of slow, deliberate strokes Bubbles stroked Drew’s cock to the same pace that Tommy fucked Morgana. Bubbles enjoyed the show, but enjoyed playing with Drew more. She contemplated what she wanted to do next, and decided that blowing Drew while Tommy fucked his wife would be a great way to kick-start her part of the fun. She let go of his cock long enough to take off her pink bra. Her little B-cup titties popped out for the world to see. “Like what ya see, loverboy?” Bubbles said mockingly to Drew. She then stood up and bent over, facing away from him, her ass right in his face. She wiggled her butt a little bit as she pushed her jogging pants down, exposing her pink thong. She bent over, wrapping her arms around her legs and getting her ass and pussy as close to Drew as she could. She rose, kicking off her shoes and stepping out of her pants. She turned to make sure he got a good look at her body, showing off the dozens of tattoos she had. Of course, all of them were fake but he didn’t know that. Bubbles stood between his legs, lifting her left leg up as far as it could go, almost doing a standing split. Years of yoga were paying off. She held her leg in place with her left hand and slid her panties to the side with her right, showing off her clean-shaven gash to Drew. “You wanna know how an Asian girl feels around your cock, don’t ya?” She lowered her leg, her panties still off to the side. She then sat on his lap, facing him. “You want me to fuck ya while Tommyboy there fucks your wife? You’d love that, wouldn’t ya?” Bubbles grabbed Drew’s cock and stroked it, rubbing it against her pussy. “What’d ya think? Ready for a shag of your own?” Bubbles adjusted her position so that Drew’s cock had no choice but to go into her. She pushed down onto him, forcing him to enter her. “Oh, fuck. You feel so good inside me Drew.” Bubbles started fucking him in time to Tommy fucking Morgana.

Morgana heard the Asian woman, then looked over to see her moving up and down on Drew. She couldn’t believe it. Now this Kim woman was fucking…no. She was raping her husband. She felt hurt, wondering how she could even keep him hard long enough for this to happen. But she didn’t think about it long, because what Tommy was doing to her was much more interesting in the moment.

Tommy fucked Morgana with a faster rhythm, causing her breathing to get a little coarser, her body more excited. He knew the effect he was having on her, she was building toward an orgasm. He focused on her body, on her movements, making sure that each and every thrust was about her pleasure. He knew she was getting close, but seeing and hearing Bubbles fuck Drew might turn her off. Tommy grabbed her head by her ears and turned her towards him, kissing her fully and deeply. She moaned into his mouth, then wrapped her legs around his, keeping him in position. He thrust at the same rhythm, knowing that once she was on the edge, she wanted the same pattern to get her off. She didn’t like him changing the pace too much, she wanted, no needed him to be almost machinelike when she was ready to get off. He kept this in the back of his mind, keeping the same pace. He covered her ears so she wouldn’t hear Bubbles talking about fucking Drew so much, but he could hear every raunchy thing she said.

“This is the best cock I’ve had, I can see why she married you.” “Fuck me harder you Aussie Beast.” “Once you go Chink, you never cross the brink.” “Oh me so horny, me love you long time.” “Fuck me Drew, fuck me like you wish you could fuck Morgana.” Bubbles was laying it on thicker and heavier as she went. As much as Drew didn’t want to admit it, she was good at what she did. She rode him hard for several minutes while Tommy continued fucking Morgana, trying to elicit an orgasm from her.

Across the room, JC was having his fun with Bianca at her expense. He stopped beating her with the riding crop and was now focusing on fucking her ass as hard and as fast as he could. He hurt her, but he wasn’t done. Assfucking her into a crumpling mess was a start, but he wanted to humiliate her too. As he fucked her ass, he listened to her cries of pain and moans of anguish. This excited him to the point that he was ready to burst. Only question he had was where should he cum. He thought about pulling out and cumming on her stomach, or forcing her to go ass to mouth again, this time tasting her own shit and blood and santorum. He could cum on her face or tits, or in her twat, let her worry about having his seed flow through him. Then he thought about pulling out and forcing Aislinn over to eat her out. Then he caught the look that Steve kept throwing to the skinny girl still tied up in her chair. In the end, JC knew exactly what he would do. He pulled his dick out of her ass and moved to the end of the benches at her head. He grabbed her head again. She tried to beg him off, but once again, was unable to do anything as he shoved his cock in through the ring gag in her mouth, forcing her to taste her own ass as he came. Spurt after spurt blasted in her mouth. “You better swallow it you fucking cunt.” Bianca had no choice and swallowed what he shot in her mouth. She was glad that he was done with her for the moment, but he left her trussed up in this very painful and very exposed position.

As JC pulled out of her mouth, he slapped her in the face a few times with his cock before making his way to Joe and Mari’s luggage. Once there, he found an old t-shirt of Joe’s that he used to clean himself up with before collapsing on one of the recliners.

Sam filmed his girl fuck Drew while Tommy was fucking Morgana. He focused back and forth between the pair but mostly paid attention to Bubbles and Drew. The stationary camera was centered on Morgana on the bed with Tommy. Drew was slightly off screen but just enough in frame to show that something was going on with him. That meant if he wanted good footage of anyone fucking Drew, he had to get it.

Steve was on crowd control for the moment, looking back and forth between Mari and Aislinn. He knew he was going to fuck both of them before the night was over, but was trying to figure out which one next. As much as he wanted to do Mari, and knew that according to the plan his best chance would be today, he wanted to be the first one inside of the skinny Aussie cunt. Well, first one since they arrived. He found out that her and Tommy had already fucked at least once today, if not twice. Still, he wanted to be the first one here to spear her with his cock. But he had to wait a few minutes, at least until Bubbles had her turn with Morgana. She mentioned what she wanted to do to the two of them, and Steve figured it would fuck with Aislinn more to watch that then get raped as opposed to raping her while Bubbles did her magic.

Tommy could feel that Morgana was on the brink. He stopped kissing her a moment ago so he could focus on the rhythm she needed to cum, so that meant that her breathing and moaning was coming out now for everyone to hear, especially Drew. The only time Bubbles shut her mouth was when Morgy began to moan. Bubbles wanted Drew to hear his wife cum from another man’s dick. And with Tommy doing his thing, that was coming up shortly. Tommy knew from experience that the two things Morgana like the most when she was on the brink of an orgasm was being kissed on the lips and bit and kissed on the neck. He kissed and licked her neck just as she moaned and shook, and as the first of her cries came out, he kept playing with her neck, waiting until it was undeniable that she was cumming. Then, and only then did Tommy kiss her.

Morgana felt betrayed that she enjoyed herself so much during this, but Tommy seemed to go above and beyond to give her a small slice of heaven during her time in hell. After she came, she cried a little, and Tommy consoled her, kissing her cheeks. She saw Kim fucking Drew, and something just broke inside of her. She leaned up and whispered in Tommy’s ear. “Cum for me. Cum for me. Fuck me Tommy.” Tommy didn’t need much more invitation from that to do what he was already doing, so he picked up the pace. He had to do everything in his power to keep from busting a nut earlier, but now that she gave him the green light, he was more than ready to oblige.

So why the hell couldn’t he cum?

Tommy kept fucking Morgana, trying to get through this moment of blue balls. That’s when he moved his hands to adjust his position. Doing so unmuffed Morgana’s ears, letting her hear everything that Drew and Kim were doing.

“Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck me harder you big Aussie beast you, your cock feels so good, fuck me oh yes fuck me fuck me cum in my pussy cum in my tight Asian pussy, cum for me round eye, ssibal naleul hard hwaiteu sonyeon (‘fuck me harder white boy’ in Korean)”. Drew couldn’t say anything with the gag in his mouth, but his breathing increased and he was sweaty as he felt his balls constrict and contract. He couldn’t help himself. As much as he didn’t want to, not only was this Kim girl a good lay, the crazy shit she was saying played into one of his fantasies he’s always had about fucking an Asian woman. And one as sexy and sultry as Kim was, with the dozens of tattoos all over her, was more than enough. Drew grunted hard as he felt his balls contract for the last time, shooting his semen into Kim’s womb. He shot again and again before he finally stopped and cried.

Bubbles felt Drew cum in her. That wasn’t part of the plan. She was supposed to toy with him until he was ready and make him fuck one of the other girls, but having a pussy full of Drew’s semen gave her an idea. “Wow, you must’ve really liked this Asian pussy Drew. You came so hard inside of me.” Bubbles tried to catch her breath as Drew hung his head in shame.

Morgana was stunned. That woman just raped her husband, and he enjoyed it. She was furious. The whispers of “fuck me Tommy” came out louder and louder, until she was almost screaming it. Watching Drew fuck that pink haired slut right in front of her was one thing, but for him to cum from it…. Morgana was seeing red, and wanted him to know. “Fuck me Tommy. Fuck me harder, cum for me Tommy, fuck me fuck meee.” The last one had a bit of a squeal to it, almost like she was about to cum again.

Tommy thought she was faking it, until he felt her shudder underneath him. Feeling her get so into this and into him was what he needed to break his blue balls. Tommy moaned as he came, back arching hard as he unloaded his balls into her womb. He grunted then convulsed, then collapsed onto Morgana, breathing heavily. The two lovers kissed again, momentarily ignoring the onlookers, like her husband.

Sam let them continue kissing for a moment before he decided to get the show moving on to the next act. He caught Drew crying on camera, likely from a combination of Bubbles raping him and watching his wife scream out Tommy’s name as she came. Bubbles still sat on Drew’s lap, his member shrinking and eventually popping out of her twat. She sat there, egging Drew on for crying.

“Aww, what’s the matter, upset that your mate made your wife cum twice and she screamed out his name in passion? Aww, that’s so sweet. Remember, none of this would be happening if You. Hadn’t. Been. A. Hero.” Bubbles tapped his chest hard with each of those words. Bubbles turned to Sam. “Hey honeybear, mind moving Tommy. Think it’s my turn on wifey over there.”

Sam smiled. “Sure thing. Dave, NotDave, take Tommy back to his seat.” The two men in masks stood and walked over to Tommy. Steve grabbed a pair of handcuffs from Joe and Mari’s luggage and a couple strips of fabric left over from one of the shirts that was sacrificed to make gags and such. JC had a few zip ties in his hands. Tommy knelt on the bed, slowly getting up. He waited for the men to approach.

“Hands out.” JC said. Tommy stuck his hands out in front of him. Steve wrapped one of the cloth strips around Tommy’s right wrist, then clicked the handcuffs over them. He repeated the process with the left wrist, making sure the cuffs were secured. They walked Tommy back to his chair, where they zip-tied the cuffs to the chair. Once Tommy was in place, Steve moved over to Aislinn’s chair.

Aislinn looked up at Steve with fear and panic. She saw a lustful look in his eyes that scared the shit out of her, almost literally. She screamed as he approached and it only got louder as he touched her for the first time. He put his hands on her shoulders, and one would think she was being stabbed to death. He slowly massaged Aislinn’s shoulders, but not in any way meant to give her pleasure or relax her. He gripped her, then leaned down and whispered in her right ear. “I can’t wait to fuck your brains out.” She screamed as his calloused and rough hands wandered around her shoulders, neck, face, and upper chest. Her chin trembled before he’d even touched her breasts. When she tried to turn her face away, he grabbed her head and twisted it back to Morgana on the couch bed. “Watch this. Take a look at your future.” Steve said in a whisper, right before he licked her ear. She mewled in fear.

Bubbles climbed off of Drew, his cum leaking out of her pussy and down her leg. She turned to Morgana on the couch bed, locking eyes with her. “Damn, your husband sure cums a lot. He made quite a mess. Well, I guess it’s the wife’s job to clean up after her husband.” Bubbles climbed onto the bed, crawling up Morgana’s body until her pussy was over Morgana’s face. Bubbles put her right hand on her labia and spread her lips wide. “Clean up your husband’s mess. Get his cum out of my pussy. Lick me clean.”

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To Be Continued...

Post by **Shocker** » Sat Oct 11, 2025 1:13 pm

With everybody gainfully employed it looks like Aislyn is up for some quality time next.

Post by **LtBroccoli** » Mon Oct 13, 2025 10:21 pm

Shocker wrote: Sat Oct 11, 2025 1:13 pm With everybody gainfully employed it looks like Aislyn is up for some quality time next.

Her time's coming up soon. And I think it works well...

Post by **LtBroccoli** » Mon Oct 13, 2025 10:24 pm

Chapter Tags: FF,MFF,peg,oral,anal,bond,psych
Content Warnings: Psychological torture and a need for lube...
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Bubbles keeps having fun with Morgana and Drew while Steve has an idea with Aislinn...
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Chapter 59(FF,MFF,peg,oral,anal,bond,psych)

Bubbles climbed off of Drew, his cum leaking out of her pussy and down her leg. She turned to Morgana on the couch bed, locking eyes with her. “Damn, your husband sure cums a lot. He made quite a mess. Well, I guess it’s the wife’s job to clean up after her husband.” Bubbles climbed onto the bed, crawling up Morgana’s body until her pussy was over Morgana’s face. Bubbles put her right hand on her labia and spread her lips wide. “Clean up your husband’s mess. Get his cum out of my pussy. Lick me clean.”

Morgana looked up at the Asian woman that had who knows how many tattoos with fear and disgust. She’d never in a million years even thought about doing anything like this. She wasn’t a lesbian by even the slightest definition. Now, this woman had just fucked her husband, made him cum in her, and now was squatting over her face with his semen in her, telling her to clean it out. She recoiled in disgust, until the woman squatting over her grabbed a fistful of her long, blonde hair.

Bubbles pulled Morgana’s face a little closer to her twat, and she looked right in Morgana’s face. “Listen you fucking cunt. You either get your face in there, suck out Drew’s cum and eat me out to an orgasm, or I make your little sister over there do it, except while I’m doing that my friend Dave over there will fuck her tight little asshole while she’s eating me out. You remember Dave, my big friend that made you cry. You think little Aislinn can handle that meat dry in her ass? Do you?” Morgana tried to shake her head no, but couldn’t move it. “So you either get your tongue in my twat now or my friend rips her shitter to pieces around his dick. Either stick that tongue out or watch him fuck your sister into a coma.” Morgana stuck her tongue out as far as it could go. “Good choice.” Bubbles lowered herself onto Morgana’s face and could feel the tongue move around.

“What a shame, really wanted to do that, too.” Steve whispered into Aislinn’s ear as he kept massaging her shoulders. She shuddered under his touch. Steve then licked her ear, causing her to squeal in fear. “Guess you’ll have to wait for your fun.” Steve kept massaging her shoulders, making sure she watched her sister eat out the Asian on the couch.

Morgana had no clue what she was doing, and was absolutely disgusted by what was on her face. She stuck her tongue out as far as she could as the Asian girl lowered her twat down on her face. Morgana squirmed her tongue into Kim, licking around blindly. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she’d ever be in this position, let alone doing so under threat. The closest she’d ever gotten to doing anything sexual with a woman was some slightly suggestive photos from her modeling days and once when a mate of hers kissed her on a bet back at the pub in Uni. Even then with Tabby it felt weird, and she was her best friend. This, what she was doing now was nothing short of another violation in a long line of them today. Kim had a musky smell to her that was unmistakably feminine, but different. But there was something else in there, too. Something familiar.

Drew’s seed. She could feel his cum on her tongue, and she did her best to lick it and suck it out of Kim. She held her breath as much as she could and swirled her tongue around, trying to get whatever she could out of that horrible Asian woman.

Bubbles couldn’t help but laugh a little. She was half-joking when she told Morgana to lick her husband’s cum out of her, but Morgana was doing her best to oblige. Bubbles enjoyed the effort that Morgana was putting into it, but pussy eating was not her specialty. She let the blonde go about with her cum spelunking for a couple minutes before grabbing Morgana’s hair and shifting positions. “Alright you little cuntlicker, get that tongue of yours on my clit and make me scream.”

Morgana felt the Asian girl pull her face out of her twat and angled her head so that it was in a position where she could flick her tongue on her clitoris. Morgana took a few deep breaths before diving in and going to work. She pretended that she was doing anything else, maybe licking a tiny dick or a musky lollypop or some weird Indian dish, anything but eating pussy. She moved her tongue around, trying to think how she liked it when Drew and Tommy ate her out.

“Yeah, lick my pussy you little lesi whore. Lick my clit. Lick it.” Bubbles laid it on thick and heavy with the dirty talk. She knew that Morgana was trying to block this out of her mind, but wouldn’t let her disappear to the magical land of fairies and unicorns. “God, keep it up, swirl that tongue, you little carpetmuncher.”

For her part, Morgana was doing a good job. She swirled her tongue over Kim’s lovebud back and forth, making her shake. Morgana kept it up as her head was pulled even further into Kim’s pussy as she could see and feel her ministrations eliciting something from her captor.

Suddenly, Bubbles screamed out loud. “Ohhhh Fuuuuck!” She held Morgana’s face in place as she came, her juices dripping onto the blonde Aussie’s face. Bubbles held Morgana in place as she came down from her climax.

After a minute or so, Bubbles stood up, letting go of Morgana’s head. She walked over to Drew, who was still despondent. She bent over, then tilted Drew’s head up with a finger under his chin. “Hey, you still here? You know who hasn’t fucked your wife yet? You. So, now’s your chance, Mate. I’m going to cut you loose here in a moment, and you’re gonna have 10 minutes to get hard and fuck your wife. You don’t want to know what happens after 10 minutes if you don’t cum. Now, just so you think I’m not fucking with you, I’m going to set an alarm on that microwave over there and press start. Once it’s on, you and wifey there can do whatever you can to get hard and fuck her. But you have 10 minutes of peace and quiet before you go back in the chair. Oh, and don’t try to be a fucking hero again. Try anything stupid and I will kill you last. I will make you watch your wife bleed to death. Now that I’ve set the mood…”. Bubbles motioned for Steve and JC to come over to Drew’s seat. Drew was in another state mentally at this point, and they’d done enough to him that she wasn’t sure exactly how he’d respond. Once JC and Steve flanked him, they stood ready as Bubbles cut the zip tie holding Drew in place. He was freed, but only moved his arms. JC and Steve each grabbed him under an arm, lifting him to his feet. Once he was up, he just stood there. Bubbles looked him right in the eye as she spoke. “Your ten minutes starts as soon as I start that timer on the microwave. You better get to work loverboy.” She then leaned in and kissed him on the lips while she reached down with her free hand and rubbed his cock. He couldn’t do anything about the kiss with the gag in his mouth, but the stroking was well received. She then moved down his cheek to nibble on his ear while stroking his dick. After a minute of this he started to get hard in her hand. Not a full erection, but enough to show some signs of life. Bubbles stopped nibbling on his neck but kept the stroking going. “Well, someone likes that. I knew you liked me. Now go show your wife how much she means to you.” They walked him over to edge of the bed by Morgana’s head. She had tear streaks and her eyes were red, but looking up and seeing this other woman playing with her husband’s dick, her dick, upset her again. “Oh, Morgy, be a good sport and help Drew ‘ere get all nice and hard to give you a good rooting, so he can put another shrimp in your barbie. He’s got 10 minutes to cum before I join in.” Bubbles spoke with the worst Australian accent possible. Drew stood there, his dick by his wife’s head. Neither of the pair did anything. “If you need a hint…” Bubbles said, and Steve reached down and grabbed Morgana by the hair, pulling her head up off of the couch a little. She screamed, opening her mouth enough for JC to push Drew’s cock to her lips. Steve let go, only after making sure that Morgana got the hint to suck Drew’s dick. Once she started, Bubbles stood back and watched her tentatively and reluctantly suck her husband’s dick. A dick that just a few minutes prior had been inside the Asian woman. Morgana could still taste Kim’s pussy on Drew. She worked on autopilot, putting the smell and taste out of her mind as best she could. That still didn’t help much. The angle was awkward and she couldn’t get much going this way. And Drew, he was in no mood or shape for this shit, but was along out of fear for what they’d do to her if he didn’t comply.

Bubbles stepped into the kitchen and started the microwave for 10 minutes. It took her a moment to figure this one out, but soon enough it was running. She stopped in the fridge and grabbed a couple bottles of water for herself, Sam, and JC. Steve had one from earlier. When she arrived, Morgana was sucking Drew’s dick, getting him hard enough to fuck her. “Drew, you better fuck her good, or I will. And I won’t be as nice about it as you will.” She said, and Morgana stopped sucking Drew’s dick. She couldn’t keep her head at that angle much longer anyway. Drew stood there for a moment before reacting. In that moment of hesitation, JC and Steve walked Drew over to the other end of the couch bed and positioned him between his wife’s legs. JC jabbed Drew in the ribs. Drew took the hint, then climbed onto the bed, taking his position above his wife.

Morgana wanted to console him, tell him it was okay, but she didn’t have the words. She didn’t want to do this, and neither did he, but they had no choice. Drew did his part and was able to insert himself into Morgana, though it was awkward with how his hands were bound and how neither of them were in the mood. Even after her fluffing him, he could feel his dick getting softer. Normally Morgana’s sexy body is the salve that cures all ills, but now it wasn’t helping. He started thrusting, hoping the natural motion would keep him going. He tried as best as he could, but it just wasn’t working.

“C’mon, don’t you want to fuck your hot wife? Everyone else has.” Sam said, holding the camera. The rapists laughed. Bubbles came back from the kitchen, carrying the bottles of water. She handed them out to her crew.

“What did I tell you Drew, if you don’t fuck her, then I’ll do it.” Bubbles took a sip of water before making her way over to Joe and Mari’s bag. She looked through it for a moment, before pulling something out of it. “Oh, what do we have here? You two must be real kinky.” Bubbles held up a strap-on dildo and harness for the crowd to see. Well, everyone except Morgana and Drew. They were busy trying to fuck. “Hey, mind if I borrow this? Oh, no problem, just return it when you’re done. Gee, thank you Karen.” Kim said mockingly before kicking Mari in the side. Joe taught her how to throw a wrestling kick earlier to make it look good but not hurt. And it was Bubbles’s strap-on anyway, but none of the victims needed to know that.

While she strapped on the strap-on, Sam focused on her getting ready then took a pan across the room. Steve and JC were still on guard duty around Drew, who was trying to fuck Morgana but couldn’t stay hard. Mari was on the floor next to her chair, crying about the kick. Joe looked like he passed out. He hadn’t moved in a bit and the loss of blood along with fucking Morgana might’ve taken a toll on him. Sam would wake him up later. Tommy and James were back in their seats, and Aislinn was almost coming down from her 37th panic attack of the day. Tommy looked conflicted and James was deadeyeing JC. Sam would have to step between them later on. Bianca was in rough shape. Her arms, legs, feet, tits, hips, almost her entire body was covered in marks and welts. Her asshole bled a little from the workout JC gave her, and she was still trussed up with her legs spread. Sam almost felt sorry for her. Well, sorry enough to want to fuck her before too long. But they had a long weekend to go. He turned back to Bubbles, who had made sure that the rubber dick between her legs was positioned just right. She chose the smallest of the ones in the luggage. She grabbed one of the bottles of lube and slathered as much of it as she could on her artificial phallus.

Back on the bed, Drew finally got into the spirit of things. He thought back to many of the times the two of them made love, from their time in Uni to sneaking around her parent’s place on break and getting busted by her little sister to living together to their honeymoon in Italy to all the times in Melbourne and finally here in the states. He thought about how sexy she was, and can still be. And a stray thought about Celeste entered his mind. He hated that he was thinking of another woman now but honestly it helped him get hard and keep his mind off the horror they were going through.

The microwave buzzer sounded. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. He was fucking Morgana with more conviction. That’s when he felt the bed shift behind him.

“My turn.” Bubbles said, behind Drew.

Drew didn’t know what to expect, but small hands on his ass wasn’t it. His butt was being pushed open. He then felt a cold, slippery pressure on his anus. Drew screamed into his gag as the pressure increased, further and further. Whatever it was, it pushed inside him.

“When I said I would do it, I didn’t mean her, I meant both of you. Just try to relax, you might enjoy it.” Bubbles said as she pushed the strap-on deeper into Drew’s ass. He moaned and cried at the intrusion, then felt a little relief when she pulled out, only to push back in again. She started fucking Drew with slow strokes, then mockingly leaned over his body and kissed him as she fucked his ass.

Morgana saw Kim climb on the bed then felt Drew try to escape further into her. He tried to thrust away, but the two men with masks standing by kept him in place. Drew had no choice but to take it. He paused fucking her to try to make sense of what was going on. Just as he felt like he could make this work with a little more time, here comes the Asian girl who was now raping him for the second time in less than a half hour. This time, instead of making him fuck her like a woman, she was now the man in the situation. The pain in his ass made him cry again.

“Need a hand big boy?” Bubbles said, reaching around to stroke Drew’s cock as she fucked him and he fucked Morgana. She could hear the whimpers come from Drew as she wore his ass out, the motions getting easier and easier. She cupped his balls between stroking his cock and playing with Morgana’s clit, when she could reach it.

Sam filmed the sight in front of him with glee. Bubbles looked like a million bucks and as though she was having the time of her life. She was getting into it, slapping her thighs and fake cock against Drew’s ass over and over.

“I can keep this up all day big boy, but you can’t. When you cum, I finish with you. C’mon, you know you like this. Just relax and enjoy it.” Bubbles said, just loud enough for the couple to hear. Morgana tried to think of a way to get Drew to finish so his torment could end. She moaned underneath him, one of those fake moans that a pornstar does that rarely happens in real life sex.

Drew, for his part, knew that his was Morgana’s way of getting him horny. They joked about how he liked the moaning and screaming from pornos but she thought it was cheesy. It helped distract him a little from what was going on behind him. Which, as much as he hated thinking about, wasn’t bad. The pain had subsided and the Asian girl was hitting something that made him feel alive. That, plus her playing with his cock and Morgana’s moaning, turned him on more. He fucked a little faster, then a little faster, until he built up to another orgasm. He dared not say anything, only grunted and shook before he fell over, blasting a small load of his semen inside of his wife. He collapsed on top of her.

“See, I think Mikey likes it.” Bubbles said, teasing Drew again. She pulled out of his ass and grabbed one of the shreds of Morgana’s clothes to clean off the strap-on. She stood, letting Drew get up off of the couch bed. JC and Steve walked him back to his chair where they zip-tied him back to it. This time, his hands were off to the side of the base like everyone else except Aislinn.

Bubbles walked back over to the luggage and grabbed another sex toy she brought, one of those magic wand vibrators. She returned to Morgana, who looked on with dread at what the Asian girl with pink hair and tattoos was up to this time. Bubbles leaned forward and spoke in Morgana’s ear. “Bite me and I’ll cut your tits off.” Bubbles made sure that Sam was recording and focusing on her. “You got this honeybear?” Sam nodded, holding the video camera and watching his girl getting ready to have more fun with Morgana. Bubbles turned back to Morgana and grabbed her by the hair, then kissed her. She put passion behind her kiss, forcing Morgana to French kiss her back. Bubbles kissed Morgana for at least a minute before making her way down Morgana’s body, going from her mouth to her chin to her chest. She spent some time playing and sucking on Morgana’s tits before making her way down her tummy, down further to between her thighs. She stopped right at Morgana’s twat and gave it a lick. Then another, then another.

Morgana hated it, hated Kim, and hated everything that was happening to her and what her body was doing to her. She hated how this psychotic lesbian toyed with her, treated her like another piece of meat. She hated how her body reacted to having her clit licked by this monster. She hated how good she felt, she hated what they did to Drew, she hated what they made her do to her friends, she hated what those men did to her and what they took from her, she hated it. She hated how she arched her back and pressed her pussy into Kim’s mouth. She hated how she was being forced to take part in her own gang rape.

She hated how hard she came on the Asian’s face.

Bubbles loved what she did to Morgana, how she made the blonde bitch cum from her tongue, how even after all of the abuse, she could still elicit an orgasm from her. She loved watching Morgana’s breath change, her body shudder, and how she tried to stifle a moan. She especially loved how embarrassed Morgana acted after a woman made her cum. But as much as she enjoyed that, she had one more thing to do to Morgana.

The pink haired Asian girl with dozens of tattoos moved to kneel on the bed between Morgana’s legs and lined the strap-on between her pussy lips. Bubbles pushed in, entering the blonde with her rubber cock. She fucked her back and forth for a minute to establish a rhythm before she grabbed the magic wand from the bed and turned it on, applying it to Morgana’s clit.

It didn’t take Morgana long to give in to the moment again. The evil woman between her legs was quite skilled with the magic wand. Hermione Granger herself wasn’t this talented with a magic wand. She shuddered and came again, and again another minute later. She was spent physically, absolutely devastated spiritually. It was only after she came for the last time that Kim climbed back up the bed and kissed her. She couldn’t fight it anymore, and kissed her woman rapist back. That’s when she felt something different. Her hands were cut free from the bed and she was able to move them.

“Put some passion behind it.” The fat man with the video camera said. Morgana moved her arms up and around Kim, making out with her and trying to hold her as she was told, as she figured this man meant.

After a couple minutes, Bubbles climbed off of the bed, grabbing Morgana by her bound hands. The two men on guard duty stood her up and walked her to her chair next to Drew. Neither of them looked at each other. She looked up as her bindings were connected to the chair base, just like everyone else.

Almost everyone else. Aislinn was still bound with her hands over and behind her head.

Sam checked the battery on the camera. It was getting low again. The SD card still had a lot of space, though. He took a moment to replace the battery for that camera while he checked the one facing the bed. The card was about half full. While he was checking this out, he motioned for Steve and JC to come over. Along with Bubbles, the four had a sidebar.

“What next?” JC asked in a whisper.

“What time is it?” Sam asked. He couldn’t make out the clock from the microwave from their position.

“About 2:30.” Bubbles said.

Sam nodded, then looked at the crew. “I’m getting a little hungry, but he only fucked once. You’ve got dibs. Who you thinking?” The last statement was directed at Steve.

Steve looked at Mari bound on the floor and Aislinn tied to the chair. That’s when he had an idea. According to the plan they worked out, Joe and Mari were to play victims all day today and beg to help them tomorrow to save themselves. They’d become the bad guys. As Joe told them earlier, this was known in wrestling at ‘turning heel’. He knew he couldn’t go crazy with Mari after they ‘turned heel’ tomorrow, but Aislinn would be there all night and all day until Monday morning. But he also knew that he had to terrify her. And if his idea worked, he’d give Joe and Mari an excuse to be even more evil tomorrow.

“I got an idea.” Joe found one of the knives laying around and approached Mari. He grabbed her hands and cut the zip tie that held her in place. He carried the knife in his left hand while grabbing Mari by her hair and pulling her to her feet. She squealed in her gag as he dragged her to Aislinn’s chair.

“You see this bitch?” Steve said, lowering his voice again to disguise it. “You see her.” Steve shoved Mari’s face into Aislinn’s. He made sure they saw each other before he pulled Mari back. He then got right in Aislinn’s face. “You get to decide. Which one of you two bitches do I rape next?”

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Post by **Shocker** » Tue Oct 14, 2025 12:35 pm

Having to taste another woman on her husbands dick is such an evil an humiliating idea. I fully approve.

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