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For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will chip in you some background knowledge and a deion. I found my wife when she was only eighteen, working as a secretary. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick brown hair that flows down below her articulatio humeri. Her titty are expectant, full-of-the-moon, and rude with just a trace of sag. Each breast is tipped by magnanimous bout light-brown areola that forms big beautiful forget me drug around her protruding voiceless pap. Her miserly stomach is flatcar and her ass is hard and beat. She always keeps her kitty shaved, except for a pocket-size region of hair above her clitoris. Her kitty-cat sass are equally amazing. They are foresighted, but not too long, and distend and open like a flower when she gets excited.

I, on the other helping hand, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always keep myself in good pattern. My scoop attribute was my cock. I am over nine inches long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like question. What my wife, and early charwoman, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft. It stays around seven inches, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to pervade all but the tightest cakehole.

This level is true, with some alterations like name calling and date. I also took some familiarity to combine some experiences so the chronicle would not drag on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this tarradiddle has happened to her, in the way it is presented. Enjoy :

This is a story about my wife, Carole, being held captive and raped. Be forewarned.

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Carole was working for a erotica producer, theater director, and her job that day was to be a fluffer, to just save all the men hard and ready for the adjacent scene. When she left the large warehouse, it was gloomy extraneous and she had parked her car across the parking lot where the lighting was bad.

She unlocked the car door and climbed into the driver's tail. Immediately, she was grabbed from bum. Startled, she jumped and tried to hollo but a large hand was over her sassing. Then she felt a knife come up to her pharynx. The man in the backseat, behind her, said,"If you scream, I will pop you. infer ?"

Carole nodded slowly.

"good. Do what I tell you to do or I will cut your throat. translate ?"

Again, she nodded.

"climb back here with me,"the man instructed. The man held the tongue close to her pharynx as Carole climbed between the two movement seats into the back. The man reached up and unlocked the residual of the room access and three more men got in the car. The man in the device driver's seat started the car and backed out of the parking blank. The man in the front passenger rump turned and, with a huge smiling on his aspect, stared at her.

Carole was in the middle of the backseat with a large man on both slope of her. The man lowered the knife to her ribs and smiled."This is going to be fun,"the man in the front passenger seat said.

The man to her right took clench of her head and turned her human face towards him."Yes, it is,"the man said in good order into her human face. Carole was terrified.

The man with the tongue reached up and grabbed the neckline of her T-shirt. With suddenness and power, he yanked down on the shirt, ripping it down the front.

Carole was not wearing a bra, so when the shirt was ripped, her tits bounced. The man yanked down again, completing the action, ripping her shirt all the way down the front."well, look at these fucking bag,"the man said."They are as nice as I thought."

At the Lapp time, the man on her right hand turned Carole's face to his and he kissed her, forcefully. She didn't respond, which upset him."Bitch, kiss me right,"the man said, slapping her backbreaking across the aspect. He kissed her again. She kissed him back.

For following several second, the two men in the backseat kissed her and mauled her tits. Carole didn't have any choice but to let them do whatever they wanted.

She didn't know where they were when they finally parked the car. The men pulled her out and labor her into a large building. They led her up some steps and into a prominent business office place. The way was to the full of men. As soon as she was in the elbow room, all the talking stopped. The way went perfectly quiet. Then they started to surround her. Still, no one spoke. She couldn't go anywhere as the men started to progress to in and touch her.

As one man lifted his hired hand up and grabbed her in good order tit. From behind her, a man pulled what remained of her shirt off her back. Hands came in from every counselling. Her blazon were grabbed and held as her shorts were unsnapped and pulled down.

Now naked, she was pushed back and Forth River in the centre of the mathematical group of men. soul slapped her ass and she spun around. Then another man slapped her ass. She spun around again. Then a man slapped her flop across the tits. Then it happened again ... and again ... and again. She tried to cover herself from the contumely, but she couldn't. The men moved closer in on her and the slapping continued. Her ass and breast were targeted, but then someone slapped her across the fount. She started to cry.

The men picked her up and carried her over to a sturdy wooden table. She was set over onto the mesa, face down. Her arms were pulled to the position and ropes were tied around her carpus. The ropes ran up to the far incline of the table and her munition were pulled pissed, stretched out. The early ends of the ropes were secured to the table branch on the far English. At the same time, her ankle where tied to the bottom of the table legs.

bent over the table and securely bound, she continued to cry. She was terrified and completely spread and exposed. She looked back to see that the men were all disinvest. The number one naked man was walking up behind her. The let out a loud gasp as the man roughly penetrated her pussy.

"Oh, yeah,"the man panted, as he grabbed onto her hips and started to hinge upon her. It didn't take him long before he came inside her. When he pulled out of her, he slapped her ass and laughed. The next man entered her a second later.

threesome men later, the man placed his cock at the miserly entranceway to her ass."I'm gon na really enjoy this,"he said, and pushed slowly forward. Carole let out a minuscule squeal as the man pushed passed her miserly anal ringing and popped inside her.

For the next hour, man after man raped her. Some used her kitty-cat and some her ass, but they all came inside her. There was nothing she could do. She was helpless.

Sometime during the initial rape, more men showed up. Each of them, as they arrived, dropped their pants and joined the agate line. When one man got up to her for his crook, he asked,"Which hole has been used more ?"

"What ? Afraid of haphazard twentieths ?"another man laughed.

"More like thirtieths,"said another.

"Oh, hell, I guess it doesn't matter,"the man behind her said, ramming his prick up her ass.

A couple hours later, the men stopped. One of the men untied her weapons system, but then retied them behind her back. He untied her ankles and pulled her up onto her feet. Carole was dizzy and almost collapsed. The man slapped her grueling across the nerve."Wake the fuck up,"he said."We still have plans for you."He pushed her over against a wall. When he let go of her, she fell to the floor.

The man grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up into a sitting position, with her back against the paries. Then he yelled,"Open your mouth bitch."The man shoved his pecker into her sass and started to face-fuck her. Carole tried to slow down her throat as the man pushed his stopcock deep with each thrust. With her head against the wall, there was nowhere to go and the man's peter drove roughly down her throat with each violent stab.

Carole could tell he was about to burst, when he pulled his cock out of her backtalk. He shot his load right onto her case. When he was done, he laughed and called her a whore.

The crease reformed, this time to bonk her throat. Over an hour later, she was covered with cum. She had swallowed loads of it, but many of the men shot their wads onto her aspect or her tits. Dried cum was caked all over her and fresh cum ran down her face and her chest.

Finally, it stopped. Or so she thought.

A couple mo later, she was pulled to her feet and pushed into an meet room and onto a bed. A man climbed on top of her. Exhausted, she passed out.

When she woke up, her arms were untied, but a large smelly man was on top of her fucking her. The man grunted as he came inside her and then got up.

Another man climbed onto the bed, replacing him. She winched as the man pushed his dick into her. Her snatch was very sore. The man didn't take long before he added his sperm to her already full pussy and climbed off her.

The following man in line of credit climbed on top of her and started to sleep with her. Suddenly, he stopped thrusting and pushed himself up. He looked down at her face and then down at her pap. He got an iniquity look on his side as he moved down a little and took her right hand tit into his rima oris and bit down hard. Carole cried out. The man laughed and bit down again. Then he bit a tit and pulled up on it and held it with his dentition. He continued to pierce into her, making her tit relocation and rend hard against the nipple still between the man's teeth. It hurt terribly.

Suddenly, he stopped fucking her again and for the side by side several instant, he continued to bite both her tits, leaving cross all over them. Then he went back to fucking her. Several of them men after him did the same to her. She cried as they bit into her tit flesh, but they were relentless.

Carole's rape continued for respective Sir Thomas More hours. Some of the men turned her over and ass-raped her. Some of the men fucked her doggy-style. Some of the men double-teamed her, one in the kitty-cat and one in the ass. Her ass was spanked. Her tits were slapped and bit. Her face was slapped and spit on.

Eventually, men stopped coming into the room she was in and she was left all alone. When she realized no more men were in the room with her, she listened intently for several minutes before getting out of bed. She peered out the room access and saw that virtually of the men had left and that the ones still there were all passed out ... drunk or high.

Terrified, she slowly crept passed the sleeping men and then snuck down the stair. She couldn't regain her dress and she wasn't going to hold off around to ascertain them. Completely naked, she ran down the street and hid in some bushes in a small-scale park. She fell asleep.

Early the next morning, she woke up to a man standing over her. The man, in shorts and a T-shirt, was obviously a jogger."You okay ?"he asked her, trying to look at her human face and not down at her naked body. Carole didn't reply. Scared, she tried to cut through herself and stood up.

The man moved up closer to her. Carole moved back away from him, still scared and confused."It's okay,"the man said, taking his shirt off."Here,"he said, handing it to her."Put this on."Carole put on the jersey and slowly came out of the bushes.

"Come on, let's get you out of here,"the Jogger said. He escorted her back to his car."We should bid the police,"he said. Carole didn't say anything, but shook her head, ‘ no.'The Jogger tried to persuade her, but she just declined each time."Where should I take you ?"he asked in the car.

"convey me to your place,"Carole finally spoke.

"What ? You sure ?"She nodded."Ah, I'm not sure that is a expert idea,"the Jogger said.

"Please,"she begged.

"Okay,"he finally acquiesced.

The Jogger took her to his apartment and let her in. He showed her where the john was and told her she could clean up. She shocked him as she looked into his cheek and pulled the t-shirt up and off. This was the first he could see her in full brightness. She was beautiful and sexy, but at the consequence she looked awful. Her hair was matted with elbow grease and cum. Her case was bruised and streaked with dried spermatozoan. Her big tits were covered with bit stain and bruises. Some were suck Saint Mark, but others were bruises from the criminal slapping they had taken. Cum threaded across her chest and her stomach. When she turned around to get in the shower, he saw that her ass was covered with helping hand prints that were turning into bad contusion as well.

A half-hour later, she reemerged from the toilet. Again, to his surprisal, she was totally naked. She stood directly in front man of him and looked at him. Embarrassed, he tried to count away."You don't like what you see ?"Carole asked and then started sobbing.

"Of path, I do,"he replied, confused."But you are married,"he said lamely,"and you have just been abused and hurt."

"But you can't even aspect at me,"she sobbed."I am so ugly now."She sat down on the cast adjacent to him and cried.

Not knowing what to do, the Jogger put his arm over her articulatio humeri. She leaned into him. After respective bit, her sobs dwindled. Exhausted, she laid down on his lap and fell asleep.

It was difficult for the man. Here was this aphrodisiacal naked charwoman laying with her head in his lap. She had just been raped. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't help but look at her nudeness. She was beautiful and he was very tempted to tinct her, but he didn't. He struggled with himself.

She moved slightly. Her head came to rest directly on top of his gumshoe. It twitched and started to indurate. He couldn't stop it. Carole woke up and could feel it act. She rolled her straits and looked up at his side. She smiled. They both knew he had a raging hard-on.

She brought her hand up to his zipper and took hold of the get out tab."Wait,"the Jogger said, gasping and reaching down to stop her. She gently moved his manpower away and pulled the zip fastener open. Reaching in, she pulled the man's cock out. He stared down round-eyed as Carole lifted her psyche sufficiency to motivate his shorts down a little and pull his cock out completely. She smiled back up at him. Then she licked it.

"Oh, God,"he gasped. Carole rolled further over and took the man's toilsome rod into her mouth.

A bit later, he had his bridge player on the back of her capitulum as she moved her mouth up and down his long irradiation."Oh, my God,"the man kept repeating. She took Sir Thomas More and Sir Thomas More of him into her mouth and down her throat. Then he burst."Oh, my God, yeah,"he gasped as she gulped and swallowed his hot load.

She let him end up in her mouth, sucking continuously on his twitching pecker until she had drained the hold out small bit of cum from the shaft. Then she sat up next to him.

"Can you necessitate me dwelling, now ?"she asked him.

The man just looked at her and laughed."Sure,"he said."What's your name and where do you last ?"he asked.

Carole selected a long tee shirt to outwear as a short dress and then gave him the destination. He drove her home.

I heard the car descend up the driveway and met them at the threshold."Where have you been ? I was worried ?"I said, hugging my wife. I looked at the man with her."seminal fluid on in,"I said."What happened ?"I asked Carole again.

The Jogger followed us nervously into the living room."I should go now,"the man said.

"No, wait a bit,"I told him commandingly. A fiddling frightened by my tone, he stopped and just stood there.

"Come in and sit down,"I told them both. I sat Carole on the lounge side by side to me and the man in one of the early chairs."What happened ?"I repeated.

Carole told us the story. She sobbed the stallion way through. The other man was very nervous when she got to the end of the story, but she left off the blowjob she had given him.

"Are you okay ?"I said, looking at her spite typeface."Let me see."

Carole knew what I meant and didn't hesitate. She stood and pulled the hanker t-shirt off over her head."Shit,"I said, under my breath, when I saw her bruised body.

The Jogger looked shocked. He was confused and astonished that I just told my wife to get naked in front of him.

"Turn around,"I told her. She turned to face the Jogger and I looked at her bruised cover and ass."They really worked you over,"I said."How many men had sex with you ?"I asked.

"I don't know,"she said and started to cry.

I stood and turned her dorsum around to confront me."It's okay,"I told her, comfortingly, as I hugged her."It's okay. I don't topic how many did."I slid my manus down to her ass and cupped her justly face."It's only sex,"I said, to the other man's astonishment."You will be fine. I'll address the Doctor and we will go see him tomorrow. You will be just fine."

She started to slow up her cry."You still love me ?"she asked.

"Of track, I do,"I told her, squeezing her ass."Why would I stop loving you ? I like it when you get fucked by other men. Silly."I pulled her typeface up to seem into mine."It doesn't matter that you were fucked,"I said with a grinning."I don't like that they beat you up, but the sex is ticket. OK ?"

"okay,"she said, wiping her eyes.

I looked over at the broken man."You fuck her too ?"I asked him."It's okay if you did. Just curious."

"No,"Carole answered for him."He was the perfect valet de chambre, so I gave him a blowjob."She smiled and laughed a little.

"fountainhead, good for you,"I told her, smiling back at her."So, why don't you do that again before he leaves ?"

"okay,"she said. She turned and walked over to the other man.

He watched in amazement as she obediently got down on her knees in front end of him. She reached up and unzipped his pants. Then she looked up into his eyes as she took his ragging hard peter out his bloomers and kissed the school principal. He stared into her eyes as she started licking up and down the dig. He let out a long sigh when she finally took his cock into her mouth and started sucking.

Carole gave him an outstanding blowjob that ended with him exploding into her mouth. She made a big sight out of swallowing his warhead and then smiling back up at him."I really like the way your cum sense of taste,"she told him.

"My spell,"I said, waving her over to me. She turned and crawled on her hired man and knee joint over to me. My knickers were already down and I was stroking my hard turncock. She took it from me."Suck my balls,"I told her. Carole popped one into her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue as she continued to stroke me with her hand.

The other man stayed and watched as she deep-throated my long chummy hammer. She drank my cum. After I was finished with her, I got up and led him to the door. I thanked him and shook his hand.

The next day, I took her to see the doctor. The Doctor of the Church had seen her before and knew what she was ... a submissive slut. After several tests and waiting a span daytime for results, I took her back to his billet."She is fine,"the Doctor of the Church said."Just some bruising. That will go away after a while."

"Thanks, Doc,"I said, shaking his deal, grateful she was given a clean bill of health.

"So about my bill,"the doc said, looking down at Carole. He licked his rim.

I smiled and said,"This weekend ?"

"All weekend,"the Doc said.

"Agreed,"I said."Bring her to you Friday after work."

I took my wife home and fucked her hard. That Friday, I dropped her off at the Doctor's bureau. He later told me that she performed beautifully .