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For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will have you some background 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 tomentum that flows down below her shoulders. Her bosom are large, full, and innate with just a hint of sag. Each breast is tipped by boastfully round light-brown areola that forms big beautiful circles around her protruding hard nipples. Her tight stomach is flat and her ass is hard and troll. She always keeps her cunt shaved, except for a minuscule area of pilus above her button. Her pussy lips are equally amazing. They are long, but not too long, and distend and open like a blossom when she gets excited.

I, on the early hand, am a tall, thin out, ordinary looking guy, but I always sustain myself in secure shape. My better attribute was my stopcock. I am over nine inches long and am very heavyset, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like forefront. What my wife, and other women, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft. It stays around seven column inch, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the slopped kettle of fish.

This history is reliable, with some alterations like epithet and appointment. I also took some indecorum to merge some experiences so the account would not drop back 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 write up about my wife, Carole, being held prisoner and raped. Be forewarned.

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Carole was working for a porn producer, film director, and her job that day was to be a fluffer, to just keep all the men hard and ready for the next tantrum. When she left the tumid warehouse, it was dark outside and she had parked her car across the parking lot where the ignition was bad.

She unlocked the car door and climbed into the driver's rear. Immediately, she was grabbed from behind. Startled, she jumped and tried to call but a large helping hand was over her oral cavity. Then she felt a knife come up to her throat. The man in the backseat, behind her, said,"If you scream, I will pour down you. Understand ?"

Carole nodded slowly.

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

Again, she nodded.

"Climb back here with me,"the man instructed. The man held the knife close to her throat as Carole climbed between the two figurehead seats into the vertebral column. The man reached up and unlocked the respite of the doorway and three more than men got in the car. The man in the driver's tooshie started the car and backed out of the parking blank. The man in the front rider seat turned and, with a Brobdingnagian smile on his face, stared at her.

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

The man to her right took delay of her head word and turned her typeface towards him."Yes, it is,"the man said right into her face. Carole was terrified.

The man with the knife reached up and grabbed the neckline of her t-shirt. With precipitateness 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 activeness, ripping her shirt all the way down the front."Well, look at these fucking udders,"the man said."They are as nice as I thought."

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

For next respective minutes, the two men in the backseat kissed her and mauled her boob. 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 labour her into a magnanimous building. They led her up some step and into a turgid role space. The room was full of men. As soon as she was in the room, all the talking stopped. The room went dead quiet. Then they started to surround her. Still, no one rundle. She couldn't go anywhere as the men started to pass on in and tint her.

As one man lifted his deal up and grabbed her right tit. From behind her, a man pulled what remained of her shirt off her book binding. Hands came in from every direction. Her arms were grabbed and held as her trunks were unsnapped and pulled down.

Now naked, she was pushed back and forth in the middle of the group of men. somebody slapped her ass and she spun around. Then another man slapped her ass. She spun around again. Then a man slapped her right across the knocker. Then it happened again ... and again ... and again. She tried to cover herself from the abuse, but she couldn't. The men moved closer in on her and the slapping continued. Her ass and tits were targeted, but then mortal slapped her across the font. She started to cry.

The men picked her up and carried her over to a tough wooden tabular array. She was bent over onto the table, face down. Her weapon were pulled to the side and circle were tied around her radiocarpal joint. The ropes ran up to the far side of the board and her blazonry were attract tight, stretched out. The other ends of the roofy were secured to the tabular array legs on the far side. At the same time, her ankles where tied to the rear of the table legs.

bent-grass over the board 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 foremost naked man was walking up behind her. The let out a tatty gasp as the man roughly penetrated her pussy.

"Oh, yeah,"the man panted, as he grabbed onto her hips and started to ride 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 following man entered her a indorse later.

Three men later, the man placed his shaft at the cockeyed entrance to her ass."I'm gon na really revel this,"he said, and pushed slowly forward. Carole let out a little squeal as the man pushed passed her cockeyed anal band and popped inside her.

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

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

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

"Sir Thomas More like thirtieths,"said another.

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

A dyad hour later, the men stopped. One of the men untied her arms, but then retied them behind her back. He untied her ankles and pulled her up onto her fundament. Carole was dizzy and almost collapsed. The man slapped her hard across the face."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 seated position, with her spine against the wall. Then he yelled,"out-of-doors your mouthpiece bitch."The man shoved his dick into her backtalk and started to face-fuck her. Carole tried to decompress her throat as the man pushed his turncock deep with each thrust. With her chief against the bulwark, 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 explode, when he pulled his cock out of her mouth. He shot his load right onto her typeface. When he was done, he laughed and called her a whore.

The line reformed, this time to have it away her throat. Over an hr later, she was covered with cum. She had swallowed loads of it, but many of the men shot their sight onto her face or her boob. Dried cum was caked all over her and fresh cum ran down her typeface and her chest.

Finally, it stopped. Or so she thought.

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

When she woke up, her branch were untied, but a gravid 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 pussy was very sore. The man didn't take long before he added his spermatozoan to her already entire pussy and climbed off her.

The next man in line of descent climbed on top of her and started to fuck her. Suddenly, he stopped thrusting and pushed himself up. He looked down at her face and then down at her nipple. He got an evil smell on his face as he moved down a petty and took her right tit into his mouth and bit down hard. Carole cried out. The man laughed and bit down again. Then he bit a nipple and pulled up on it and held it with his teeth. He continued to push up into her, making her tit move and draw in hard against the teat still between the man's tooth. It hurt terribly.

Suddenly, he stopped fucking her again and for the adjacent various minutes, he continued to bite both her teat, leaving marks all over them. Then he went back to fucking her. Several of them men after him did the Saame to her. She cried as they bit into her tit material body, but they were relentless.

Carole's assault 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 pussy and one in the ass. Her ass was spanked. Her bosom 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 respective minutes before getting out of bed. She peered out the door and saw that most of the men had left and that the ace still there were all passed out ... drunk or high.

Terrified, she slowly crept passed the sleeping men and then snuck down the steps. She couldn't find her apparel and she wasn't going to wait around to determine them. Completely nude, she ran down the street and hid in some George H.W. Bush in a small green. She fell asleep.

Early the future break of day, she woke up to a man standing over her. The man, in short circuit 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 nude body. Carole didn't reply. Scared, she tried to cover 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 T-shirt 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 call off the police,"he said. Carole didn't say anything, but shook her brain, ‘ no.'The Jogger tried to persuade her, but she just declined each time."Where should I take you ?"he asked in the car.

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

"What ? You sure ?"She nodded."Ah, I'm not for certain that is a good mind,"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 bathroom was and told her she could clean up. She shocked him as she looked into his face and pulled the t-shirt up and off. This was the maiden he could see her in full luminosity. She was beautiful and sexy, but at the moment she looked awful. Her whisker was matted with sweat and cum. Her boldness was bruised and streaked with dry sperm. Her big tits were covered with bite marks and bruises. Some were sucking fool, but others were contusion from the vicious slapping they had taken. Cum threaded across her chest and her stomach. When she turned around to get in the shower bath, he saw that her ass was covered with hand prints that were turning into bad contusion as well.

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

"Of grade, 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 look at me,"she sobbed."I am so ugly now."She sat down on the put following to him and cried.

Not knowing what to do, the Jogger put his arm over her shoulder. She leaned into him. After several minutes, her son of a bitch dwindled. Exhausted, she laid down on his lap and fell asleep.

It was difficult for the man. Here was this aphrodisiacal bare woman 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 nakedness. She was beautiful and he was very influence to touch her, but he didn't. He struggled with himself.

She moved slightly. Her head came to stay directly on top of his dick. It twitched and started to harden. He couldn't closure it. Carole woke up and could sense it proceed. She rolled her fountainhead and looked up at his face. She smiled. They both knew he had a raging hard-on.

She brought her hand up to his zipper and took hold of the pull tab."Wait,"the Jogger said, gasping and reaching down to stop her. She gently moved his manus away and pulled the zipper clear. Reaching in, she pulled the man's cock out. He stared down wide-eyed as Carole lifted her head sufficiency to act his boxershorts down a minuscule and pull his shaft 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 voiceless rod into her mouth.

A instant later, he had his hand on the back of her principal as she moved her mouth up and down his long cock."Oh, my God,"the man kept repeating. She took more and More of him into her mouth and down her pharynx. Then he burst."Oh, my God, yeah,"he gasped as she gulped and swallowed his hot load.

She let him finish in her mouth, sucking continuously on his twitching cock until she had drained the in conclusion trivial bit of cum from the shaft. Then she sat up future to him.

"Can you carry me home, now ?"she asked him.

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

Carole selected a long t-shirt to wear as a short frock and then gave him the address. He drove her home.

I heard the car get along up the private road and met them at the door."Where have you been ? I was worried ?"I said, hugging my married woman. I looked at the man with her."Come 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 trivial frightened by my tone, he stopped and just stood there.

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

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

"Are you okay ?"I said, looking at her contuse face."Let me see."

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

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

"routine around,"I told her. She turned to face the Jogger and I looked at her bruised back 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 book binding around to face me."It's okay,"I told her, comfortingly, as I hugged her."It's O.K.. I don't matter how many did."I slid my helping hand down to her ass and cupped her the right way impudence."It's only sex,"I said, to the other man's amazement."You will be fine. I'll bid the Doctor and we will go see him tomorrow. You will be just fine."

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

"Of trend, I do,"I told her, squeezing her ass."Why would I bar loving you ? I like it when you get fucked by early men. Silly."I pulled her nerve up to count into mine."It doesn't thing that you were fucked,"I said with a grin."I don't like that they beat you up, but the sex is alright. O.K. ?"

"OK,"she said, wiping her eyes.

I looked over at the confused 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 gentlemen, so I gave him a blowjob."She smiled and laughed a little.

"Well, 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 stifle in front of him. She reached up and unzipped his bloomers. Then she looked up into his eye as she took his ragging hard tool out his pants and kissed the principal. He stared into her eye as she started licking up and down the shaft. 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 sassing. She made a big quite a little out of swallowing his payload and then smiling back up at him."I really like the way your cum discernment,"she told him.

"My turn,"I said, waving her over to me. She turned and crawled on her deal and stifle over to me. My pants were already down and I was stroking my heavily cock. She took it from me."suck my balls,"I told her. Carole popped one into her mouth and rolled it around with her glossa as she continued to stroke me with her hand.

The early man stayed and watched as she deep-throated my foresighted blockheaded cock. She drank my cum. After I was finished with her, I got up and led him to the threshold. I thanked him and shook his hand.

The next day, I took her to see the Doctor. The Doctor had seen her before and knew what she was ... a slavish slut. After respective examination and waiting a couple days for results, I took her back to his agency."She is fine,"the medico said."Just some bruising. That will go away after a while."

"Thanks, Doc,"I said, shaking his hand, thankful she was given a clean-living posting of health.

"So about my peak,"the medico said, looking down at Carole. He licked his mouth.

I smiled and said,"This weekend ?"

"All weekend,"the Doc said.

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

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