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For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give you some background and a deion. I found my wife when she was only eighteen, working as a secretarial assistant. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick brown hair that flows down below her shoulders. Her titty are bombastic, full moon, and natural with just a soupcon of sag. Each breast is tipped by with child round light-brown areola that forms big beautiful dress circle around her protruding hard nipples. Her slopped stomach is flat and her ass is hard and round. She always keeps her snatch shaved, except for a small-scale area of hair above her clit. Her purulent lip are equally amazing. They are hanker, but not too long, and distend and open like a flower when she gets excite.

I, on the other mitt, am a tall, slight, middling looking guy, but I always observe myself in dear physique. My best attribute was my cock. I am over nine inches long and am very thick, all the way to the bellying mushroom-like head. 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 perforate all but the blind drunk holes.

This story is true, with some change like names and date. I also took some liberty to flux some experiences so the story would not drag on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this report has happened to her, in the way it is presented. Enjoy :

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

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Carole was working for a porn producer, director, and her job that day was to be a fluffer, to just save all the men hard and set up for the future conniption. When she left the large warehouse, it was dark outside and she had parked her car across the parking lot where the ignition was bad.

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

Carole nodded slowly.

"Good. Do what I tell you to do or I will cut your throat. read ?"

Again, she nodded.

"ascent back here with me,"the man instructed. The man held the knife close to her throat as Carole climbed between the two nominal head seats into the back. The man reached up and unlocked the rest of the threshold and three Sir Thomas More men got in the car. The man in the device driver's seat started the car and backed out of the parking space. The man in the strawman passenger seat turned and, with a Brobdingnagian grinning on his grimace, stared at her.

Carole was in the heart of the backseat with a large man on both incline of her. The man lowered the knife to her costa and smiled."This is going to be fun,"the man in the movement passenger derriere said.

The man to her right took hold of her point and turned her boldness towards him."Yes, it is,"the man said right into her expression. Carole was terrified.

The man with the knife reached up and grabbed the neckline of her t-shirt. With abruptness 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 titty bounced. The man yanked down again, completing the natural process, ripping her shirt all the way down the battlefront."well, spirit at these fucking udders,"the man said."They are as nice as I thought."

At the same time, the man on her right hand turned Carole's side to his and he kissed her, forcefully. She didn't respond, which upset him."Bitch, snog me in good order,"the man said, slapping her concentrated across the typeface. He kissed her again. She kissed him back.

For next several minute of arc, the two men in the backseat kissed her and mauled her titmouse. Carole didn't have any pick 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 pushed her into a large edifice. They led her up some stairs and into a large office space. The room was full of men. As soon as she was in the room, all the talking stopped. The room went stagnant quiet. Then they started to fence her. Still, no one wheel spoke. She couldn't go anywhere as the men started to reach in and soupcon her.

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

Now naked, she was pushed back and forth in the middle of the mathematical group of men. mortal 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 mamilla. Then it happened again ... and again ... and again. She tried to traverse herself from the abuse, but she couldn't. The men moved closer in on her and the slapping continued. Her ass and bosom were targeted, but then someone slapped her across the brass. She started to cry.

The men picked her up and carried her over to a sturdy wooden table. She was bent over onto the mesa, face down. Her weapon were pulled to the face and forget me drug were tied around her wrists. The ropes ran up to the far face of the tabular array and her arms were pluck tight, stretched out. The former ending of the roofy were secured to the table ramification on the far face. At the like clip, her ankles where tied to the bottom of the board 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 unclothe. The starting time nude man was walking up behind her. The let out a flash gasp as the man roughly penetrated her pussy.

"Oh, yeah,"the man panted, as he grabbed onto her hip and started to twit 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 moment later.

Three men later, the man placed his cock at the nasty entranceway to her ass."I'm gon na really savor this,"he said, and pushed slowly forward. Carole let out a petty squeal as the man pushed passed her tight anal doughnut and popped inside her.

For the following hour, man after man raped her. Some used her pussy and some her ass, but they all came inside her. There was goose egg she could do. She was helpless.

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

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

"More like thirtieths,"said another.

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

A couple hours 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 tough across the face."Wake the fuck up,"he said."We still have plan 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 invest stance, with her spinal column against the wall. Then he yelled,"open your backtalk bitch."The man shoved his cock into her mouth and started to face-fuck her. Carole tried to relax her throat as the man pushed his rooster trench with each driving force. With her capitulum against the bulwark, there was nowhere to go and the man's stopcock drove roughly down her pharynx with each violent stab.

Carole could severalise he was about to burst, when he pulled his cock out of her mouth. He shot his warhead right onto her brass. When he was done, he laughed and called her a whore.

The line reformed, this time to be intimate her pharynx. Over an 60 minutes later, she was covered with cum. She had swallowed loads of it, but many of the men shot their wads onto her fount or her breast. 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 minutes later, she was pulled to her feet and pushed into an adjoining 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 enceinte 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 sperm to her already fully puss and climbed off her.

The succeeding man in line climbed on top of her and started to have sex her. Suddenly, he stopped thrusting and pushed himself up. He looked down at her fount and then down at her tits. He got an evil aspect on his human face as he moved down a little and took her right nipple 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 dentition. He continued to thrust into her, making her tit motion and pull hard against the nipple still between the man's dentition. It hurt terribly.

Suddenly, he stopped fucking her again and for the next several minutes, he continued to bite both her pap, leaving Mark 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 anatomy, but they were relentless.

Carole's rape continued for various 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 slit and one in the ass. Her ass was spanked. Her tits were slapped and bit. Her font was slapped and spittle 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 minute before getting out of bed. She peered out the doorway and saw that most of the men had left and that the 1 still there were all passed out ... drunk or high.

Terrified, she slowly crept passed the sleeping men and then snuck down the stairs. She couldn't find her clothes and she wasn't going to hold back around to rule them. Completely naked, she ran down the street and hid in some crotch hair in a humble park. She fell asleep.

Early the next sunup, she woke up to a man standing over her. The man, in underdrawers and a jersey, was obviously a jogger."You okay ?"he asked her, trying to attend at her face and not down at her naked physical structure. Carole didn't response. Scared, she tried to get over 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 tee shirt and slowly came out of the bushes.

"seed on, let's get you out of here,"the Jogger said. He escorted her back to his car."We should holler the law,"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.

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

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

"Please,"she begged.

"okay,"he finally acquiesced.

The Jogger took her to his flat 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 typeface and pulled the tee shirt up and off. This was the initiatory he could see her in full light. She was beautiful and sexy, but at the moment she looked awing. Her hair was matted with sweat and cum. Her aspect was bruised and streaked with dried sperm. Her big tit were covered with bite brand and bruises. Some were give suck bell ringer, but others were bruises from the vicious slapping they had taken. Cum threaded across her chest and her stomach. When she turned around to get in the exhibitor, he saw that her ass was covered with deal prints that were turning into bad contusion as well.

A 30 minutes later, she reemerged from the lav. Again, to his surprise, she was totally naked. She stood directly in front 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 row, 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 spirit at me,"she sobbed."I am so ugly now."She sat down on the couch next to him and cried.

Not knowing what to do, the Jogger put his arm over her berm. She leaned into him. After several moment, her prick dwindled. Exhausted, she laid down on his lap and fell asleep.

It was unmanageable for the man. Here was this aphrodisiac defenseless woman laying with her nous in his lap. She had just been raped. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't help but feel at her bareness. She was beautiful and he was very tempted to tinge her, but he didn't. He struggled with himself.

She moved slightly. Her point came to breathe directly on top of his peter. It twitched and started to inure. He couldn't stop it. Carole woke up and could feel it move. She rolled her head and looked up at his aspect. She smiled. They both knew he had a raging hard-on.

She brought her manus up to his zip and took clench of the clout tab."hold,"the Jogger said, gasping and reaching down to cease her. She gently moved his hands away and pulled the slide fastener candid. Reaching in, she pulled the man's pecker out. He stared down wide as Carole lifted her head enough to move his shorts down a little and pull his pecker 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 hard rod into her mouth.

A moment later, he had his hand on the back of her head as she moved her mouth up and down his long light beam."Oh, my God,"the man kept repeating. She took more and 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 fetch up in her oral fissure, sucking continuously on his twitching cock until she had drained the finis minuscule bit of cum from the shaft. Then she sat up side by side to him.

"Can you take me family, now ?"she asked him.

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

Carole selected a longsighted T-shirt to wear as a short-change frock and then gave him the destination. He drove her home.

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

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

"No, wait a minute,"I told him commandingly. A little frightened by my flavor, he stopped and just stood there.

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

Carole told us the story. She sobbed the entire way through. The former 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 contuse expression."Let me see."

Carole knew what I meant and didn't hesitate. She stood and pulled the long t-shirt off over her nous."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 married woman to get naked in front of him.

"Turn 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 spine around to face me."It's okay,"I told her, comfortingly, as I hugged her."It's okay. I don't matter how many did."I slid my hand down to her ass and cupped her right cheek."It's only sex,"I said, to the other man's amazement."You will be very well. I'll call the doctor and we will go see him tomorrow. You will be just fine."

She started to retard her battle cry."You still have it away me ?"she asked.

"Of course, 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 face up to look into mine."It doesn't matter that you were fucked,"I said with a smile."I don't like that they beat you up, but the sex is okay. O.K. ?"

"okey,"she said, wiping her eyes.

I looked over at the illogical 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.

"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 knee joint in presence of him. She reached up and unzipped his pants. Then she looked up into his eyes as she took his ragging operose stopcock out his pants and kissed the head. He stared into her eyes as she started licking up and down the irradiation. He let out a farsighted suspiration when she finally took his cock into her mouth and started sucking.

Carole gave him an outstanding cock sucking that ended with him exploding into her sass. She made a big softwood out of swallowing his load and then smiling back up at him."I really like the way your cum perceptiveness,"she told him.

"My turn,"I said, waving her over to me. She turned and crawled on her handwriting and knee over to me. My knickers were already down and I was stroking my surd cock. She took it from me."Suck my balls,"I told her. Carole popped one into her mouthpiece 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 tenacious thick cock. She drank my cum. After I was finished with her, I got up and led him to the threshold. I thanked him and stir his hand.

The following day, I took her to see the Doctor. The Doctor had seen her before and knew what she was ... a submissive adulteress. After several psychometric test and waiting a couple days for effect, I took her back to his office."She is okay,"the Doctor said."Just some bruising. That will go away after a while."

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

"So about my pecker,"the Doctor said, looking down at Carole. He licked his lips.

I smiled and said,"This weekend ?"

"All weekend,"the Doc said.

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

I took my married woman home and fucked her heavy. That Friday, I dropped her off at the Doctor's office. He later told me that she performed beautifully .