***Disclaimer : This write up has secure nonconsent report. I do not excuse any of these number in real life and this is a dark illusion - nothing less, nothing more. ***

Miranda awoke in a great merchant marine container about 8 by 40 foot long. That 's all she knew as she came to from whatever he 'd drugged her with. Miranda G. B. Shaw was a beautiful 23-year-old daughter. She was 5'4, slim almost to the point of petite, with long, charcoal-dark hair, embrown eyes, pallid pelt, and perfectly shaped knocker which were neither too small-scale nor too big.

Jake Shaw, Miranda 's husband, was her diametrical in so many ways. He was built like a man 's man. Tall and sturdy, muscleman rippled across his iron-hard form of 6'4. His tight seat could usually be counted on to seduce Miranda salivate, especially when he was n't wearing anything below the waist. If Miranda was delicate, like wisps of silk, then Jake George Bernard Shaw was all triple-forged steel. He sported a soot-colored dark beard with a crescent scar near the ass of his left cheek, and right now he was staring at her with those intense white-haired eyes.

Miranda was used to seeing those Robert Gray eyes warm to liquid ash grey whenever they turned in her steering, but not now. No. And it was all her fault.

Something very different burned in those eyes just now. ira. treachery. Rage.

'' HOW LONG ? '' His voice rang out in the shipping container like a judge shouting out a hangdog finding of fact.

She tried to reply but could n't. She could hardly even move. The slender miss was completely naked. He 'd plugged up her somewhat mouth with a cock-shaped globe gag fastened to her jaw. Her pleading eyes did n't appear to act him at all. Shackles around her ankle joint were anchored to big iron rings attached to the transportation container 's floor. They forced her stage wide apart, exposing her helpless, tantalizing, smoothly-shaved cunt. At the same meter her fettered wrist joint were hoisted by chains high-pitched above her foreland, each mountain chain strung to iron rings set along the container 's ceiling.

'' PLLSSSS ! ''

Let me excuse. Please, Jake !

That was what she wanted to say, but of course she couldn't—not with that awful gag stuffing her mouth…and now it was too late. The damage had been done, and it had clearly gouged deep into the heart of this man who loved her. Or was it 'had'loved her ?

Jake was naked and in his script he held a five-tailed whiplash with a braided handle and plaited crown. He swished the whiplash idly back and Forth, thoughtful and yet still clearly enraged.

'' How long have you been sleeping with Matthew ? ``

Matthew, her bodyguard. She closed her center. Her heart sank. It was exactly what she 'd feared. He knew. Oh god…

'' Shall we take a looking ? Shall I remind you of what you 've done ? '' He picked up a remote and looked across at a plinth with a monitor and Blu-ray player on top of it. He pressed a push and the screen came to sprightliness.

A hotel suite, sumptuously furnished, appeared in the background. A lush queen-sized bed with gold flat solid filled up most of the room. A gorgeous brunette knelt on those golden sheets, on her hands and knees as she faced the hidden television camera. She was au naturel, her titty shaking with the force of the man who 'd inserted his pecker in her warm, slippery, and more-than-willing sex. As the man fucked her from behind, the female child moaned louder. The mattress jostled back and Forth River with the force-out of their coupling. The loud slap sounds continued each time the man 's crotch slammed into the young lady 's aphrodisiac ass. The man reached around, cupping one breast as he fucked her.

The girl squealed with lust. `` Yes, babe, lie with this pussy. OH Matthew, fuck my small cunt raw. load my cunt. Give me a baby ! Oh god ! Oh fuck ! fuck me ! ``

Miranda closed her oculus with an fearsome feeling as the telecasting of her and Matthew making have a go at it continued to play in front of her. Jake muted the auditory sensation. Now he stepped up to her, lifting her mentum with one fingerbreadth. `` That image and those words will forever be seared into my genius, bitch. Forever. ``

Tears momentarily sprang into her husband 's heart. `` Why, Miranda ? Why ? ! '' The rhetorical question hung like anguish in the air.

What made it all that much bad was that she and Jake had been trying for a baby for months. That she was fucking another man without protection—willing to cuckold Jake—perhaps that was what put Jake 's anger over the edge. She had been bequeath to layer one grade of misrepresentation on top of another, willing to let Jake help her raise a child that might not be truly theirs.

With a deadened gaze, Jake unfastened the nut gag and let it dangle to Miranda 's neck.

'' Please Jake, it 's not what you think ! '' she sputtered.

'' Oh ? '' Jake 's gaze dimmed even more. Suddenly he flicked his radiocarpal joint, and the whip 's tendrils lashed out, smacking squarely across Miranda 's lissome cones as she cried out.

'' AAYY ! ! Please Jake, let me explain. '' Her passably face crumpled for a second. `` I did n't think of to… Gospel According to Matthew and I were just with each other all the fourth dimension while you were on your business tripper. As my bodyguard, he was just always there, always watching over me. It was n't something that we consciously chose to do. It just kind of gradually…happened. I never wanted to hurt you, Jake. Please, you have to trust me ! ``

There was another trashy WHOOSH of the whip, and this time the five tendrils lashed at her peril sex.

'' AAAY ! '' She cried out as those tendrils barely missed her clit. Then he walked up to her, gently stroking her sex instead. For a brief, precious clock time, his fingers were like a ointment on her twat, caressing her joy nub.

'' It…'just happened'Miranda ? Did it 'just chance'that you were alright fucking Matthew without a prophylactic, having his child instead of mine ? Was that unplanned too ? Or did you simply not even care ? '' Jake leaned forward and pressed his lips to Miranda 's, his spit exploring her lip in a foresightful, burning kiss which she returned with a moan. Suddenly he pulled back with a shudder.

'' I remember when giving you pleasure and joy was the one thing in the world that mattered most to me, Miranda. And what did you do ? You threw it back in my face. You fucked another man behind my back. '' He leaned in, his center terrifying even as his finger rubbed her sex with delusory soreness. `` wellspring suppose what, you little whore ? Now you 're going to get exactly what you deserve. ``

What she deserved ? What did that mean ? cerebration whirled and raced through her mind as Jake drew back and banged on the side of the transportation container with his fist. Five men dressed all in black walked inside. All five began to immediately denudate, leaving their clothes in a heap along the far side of the shipping container until they were naked. All were delicious specimens of the male raceway.

'' Sven, Radic, Viktor, Baen, and Felipe, I 'd like you to adjoin my back-stabbing slattern of a married woman, Miranda. ``

Miranda'centre widened as she saw the five men with their long, boneheaded cocks standing at aid in a half-circle before her. Four of the men looked Russian or Eastern European, and Felipe was definitely a Spaniard. Sven was the biggest of the crowd, with his plane head, tree-trunk thick biceps, and his cock engorged had to be just over 10 inches.

Baen had a crew cut, and he was possibly the most giving of the group, although not quite as muscular. Radic and Viktor were definitely Slavic in appearance, with rugged lineament, and Felipe ? The Spaniard had seductive greenish-brown eyes and a more angulate face, his frame less bulky than the others. All five men 's gazes caressed her naked figure with a thirstiness that left Miranda 's mouth completely dry.

'' Please, Jake. You do n't have to do this. We can work this out. Jake, I still love you. You 're my married man ! Jake, please ! ''

Jake stepped back, his eyes still ice chest than day-old ashes. He gestured toward the mattress which had been thrown in the nearest corner of the cargo ships container. Beside it sat a closed in duffle bag.

'' There are plenty of sex toys in the bag, gentlemen. Indulge yourselves at this bitch 's disbursement. work sure she suffers. I want her fucked in all her maw. Other than that, anything goes…and I literally mean ANYTHING. ''

Sven, the leader with the shaved nous, came toward her first. He turned back toward Jake at the endure instant.

'' Happy to obligate Sir, but do you take care if I make a hypnotism ? ``

'' Go ahead, '' Jake said.

'' In my experience there are few things more sensitive than a miss 's breasts under the lash of a whip. And there are few things more exquisite than feeling a girl writhe with your stopcock inside of her. '' He pointed at the whiplash, and then slid his gaze to Miranda 's breasts.

'' Would you be so form as to pip this strumpet while I fuck her ? ``

Jake seemed a little surprised at the prompting, but he nodded.

Sven suddenly knelt between the girl 's stage, lapping at her pussy with his greedy tongue. Miranda closed her eyes, biting her lip to repress the groan that wanted to slip out.

'' Please Jake. Uhh ! Please, think about what you 're doing. I 'm no-account for what I did, Jake. I never wanted to hurt you. I 'll do anything to make it up to you, baby. Please ! ''

Miranda 's row died like moths hit by a hurricane as Sven 's glossa stroked along her flyspeck heart packet, creating a tight burn oceanic abyss in her lumbus. Her snatch clenched up, her belly clenched up, and she felt a wetness showtime to form between her thighs as Sven started getting through to her. His tongue dove deeper, exploring her mild, soon-to-be slippery crease, and his hands gently cupped her beautiful young ass. The sounds of his loud slurps and sucks filled the cargo ships container while Miranda looked down, helpless to stop the lust building inside of her. Meanwhile, she remained all too aware of the four other men with rigid hard-ons all eagerly saluting her nakedness.

Was Jake really going to let all these men fuck her and torment her ? Oh god. Had she really driven him over the edge with her infidelity ? Her mind raced, trying to come up with the properly matter to say. What would calm his anger, though ? What words could comfort what she had done ?

'' Jake, I love you. I know it 's intemperately to see that now, but it 's ... aaahhhh…it 's true. '' She tried to neglect Sven 's tongue as it kept caressing her kitty-cat, sliding along her vaginal rim like an fearsome tease before stroking her clit with renewed vigor.

'' Please Jake. ''

She thought she saw a stab of uncertainty in Jake 's oculus, but then it vanished.

'' Quiet, little whore. I wo n't listen to your lies. '' As he said this, he flicked his wrist and the whip came slamming across her breast.

'' AAAHHH ! ! '' Miranda groaned as the whipping continued, a deliberate cadence that followed a predictable practice. The whoosh of the leather, her heftiness tensing up for the blow, and then her petite number writhing in her bail as the sting smote her mammilla. Only the distraction of Sven 's skillful clapper inside her pussy and licking at her clit kept her from losing her mind.

nose drops.

'' AAYY ! Please Jake ! Stop ! Please, '' she begged.

Now Sven turned back and raised a deal, just so Jake knew that he was about to remain firm up. Jake waited until Sven had walked around behind Miranda 's prone cast. Then his helping hand gently cupped Miranda 's breasts, wresting a groan from her throat as his palms cupped the supple, soon-to-be bid build. Now Sven 's big hands slid down to her hips. He kept one hired man on her hip and pulled her butt back towards him until he had the stark angle to slam his cock into her let on pussy from behind. He reached around with one bridge player, rubbing her clit even as he eased his bulb-shaped cock-head between her labia, sinking his tool into her slick, soused vagina.

'' Uhhh ! ! ! '' he groaned appreciatively and began to start a rhythm, pulling his cock halfway out and then slamming himself forward, impaling her hard with a tireless, staccato cycle of fucks.

The speech sound of the whip returned. Jake 's muscular arm lashed forward, and with it that five-tailed whip smacked harshly against her breasts. If this had been a real party whip, one designed for stock, then the beautiful girl 's knocker would stimulate already been covered with angry palm of weal. Fortunately for Miranda, the party whip was a sex toy, and though the tendrils stung something dire, they did n't give a Mark. At to the lowest degree not yet.

'' Ahhh ! '' Miranda groaned as she felt Sven 's turncock slide oceanic abyss inside her wetness. The bulky Russian clearly enjoyed the vicelike grasp of her twat squeezing the whole length of his quill each time the smacking of the whip against her tits had her squirming and squealing.

'' Oh, yes, you sexy bitch. Keep writhing on my shaft. That feels like heaven, '' Sven growled. He slid his men along her hip and held her fasting, looking down at their enjoined bodies as he fucked her furiously, his stopcock sliding easily in and out of her damp sex. The truth was, as dreadful and humiliating as this felt, the cock drilling her pussy and grazing her inner rampart with so many decadent champion had started enslaving Miranda to obscene desires she did n't need to acknowledge.

The next fifteen minutes were a blur of pain and pleasance for the young lady. Her slender, womanly figure flailed each fourth dimension the lash smote her chest. Each clip that happened, her twat clenched around Sven 's hammer, milking his bollock towards spill. Despite the onslaught of stimulus assaulting her nous, Miranda managed to think, to rivet her creative thinker on the problem ; how could she win back her enraged husband 's warmness ? Or at least make the pain in the ass stop ?

Suddenly she had an idea.

Sven 's cock slammed deep into her pussy, only his testicles showing as he sheathed himself in her build. The missy could palpate his hammer straining inside her. He was going to fall soon, to gush inside of her. She did n't desire that.

'' Please Jake, do n't let him make out inside me, '' she moaned. `` You do n't need him to get me pregnant. I do n't need to sustain any minor but yours, Jake. Please ! ``

But her reminder backfired on her. Jake 's expression turned even grimmer. He lashed the whip with even more military group across her tit.

'' AAAAHHH ! ! ! ! ``

Jake bellowed, `` You should take in thought of that before you let Matthew lie with you without protection, beef. As I said before, I am no longer going to listen to your Trygve Lie. '' The side by side throw smote her sylphlike strobile with a special cruelty that definitely came from Jake 's gumption of being betrayed. Two thin, red stripe sprouted across the girl 's beautiful boob, and Miranda realized that her words were only enraging Jake even more. If he kept hitting her like that, her white meat were going to be more than than just cutter and sore. So instead she shut her mouth, just groaning and tensing up with each lash of the whip, with each plunge of Sven 's cock.

Sven leaned over, licking the slope of her cervix as his peter speared up towards her womb with a series of nooky so furious that his balls jostled back and Forth in a blur of motility.

'' Almost there, bitch. Uh ! Uhh ! ! UH ! ! ! ! Almost ready to fill your cunt, '' Sven growled. He reached up with both hands, cupping and squeezing Miranda 's white meat as the minute of truth came. Miranda wailed as Sven 's calloused bridge player touched her overly sensitive tits, then groaned as she felt that cock twitch madly inside her slippery, pungent sex. Her cunt filled with the syrupy, slimy cum shooting out of Sven 's tool until his egotistical nut finally stilled, his motility stilling as he just lay pressed up against her back, his rooster enfolded in her warmth.

He waited, relishing the hug of her snatch around his manhood, until at last he pulled out. His manhood was shiny with their compound fluids. The odor of sex hung heavily in the air. Miranda 's question sagged forward. She was panting, huffing loudly. The girl desperately wanted to say something, to draw Jake see grounds. But she did n't know what she could say. She tried not to think about the sticky cum dribbling from between her second joint. The miss tried not to suppose about the early four men with raging putz just waiting to get their way with her adjacent.

Sven walked up to Jake and put out his hand.

'' Shall I take over the whip ? ``

Jake nodded. `` Go ahead. I 'll remain firm back and spotter. ``

Sven turned to the others, and Felipe took a step forward.

'' I 'll take up quaggy seconds. I want to fuck that pussy, '' the Spaniard growled.

The Spaniard strode up to her. He cupped her mons veneris, enjoying the tranquil feel of her plane pubic area. He went from cupping her sex to drilling her goof with two digit, the slimy leftover cum making for the unadulterated lubrication as he finger-fucked her and watched the build-up of pleasure behind her eyes.

'' Please, '' Miranda sighed. If she could n't convince her married man to be merciful, maybe she could ground with these men instead. She had to try.

'' Please narrate your ally not to worst me, '' Miranda begged. Felipe smiled, one hired hand stroking the side of her grimace as his other hand kept finger-fucking her infect sex.

'' Mmm. Tempting, but what do I get out of it ? '' he said playfully.

'' I 'll do whatever you want, '' Miranda said without mentation.

Felipe 's brow jerked up and then his eyes turned arch. `` Did you hear that, Sven ? This petty slut will do ANYTHING I want to avoid the whip. That sounds entertaining, does it not ? ``

Sven 's grin was grim but amused. `` I think you should take the kick up on her pass. '' The other men 's chuckles voiced their agreement.

Felipe turned back to the sexy brunet, his lips teasing hers until he gave her a French people kiss, leaving her breathless. At the pace his fingers were hitting her g-spot and detrition along her insides, she was n't far from orgasm either. Now, sensing her mounting lust, he slipped his other paw to her sex, his fingers rubbing at her clit in a devastating series of caresses.

'' Ughhh ! ! '' Miranda moaned. Her tit beaded up. Oh god, her cunt was on fire ! No… ! Her psyche started to scatter…her organic structure responding to the Spaniard 's touch. Her leg brawn turned to jelly as all of her being got reduced to just the sensations along her clitoris, inside her slimy pussy, along her delicate labia as the man 's fingers did their piece of work fucking and stroke, fucking and stroking… nookie and… oh god…

'' CUM for me, bitch. You know you want to, '' Felipe shouted.

Miranda 's hot, slick passage made squelchy-wet phone as it sucked at Felipe 's darting finger. This could n't be happening. Oh god. NO ! Miranda 's eyes widened as Felipe leaned over to taste one of her nipples, sucking it hard and deep into his backtalk until the new sensation tore through her aching tit like exquisite torture.

'' CUM now or I tell Sven to lash you ! ``

Miranda whimpered and thrust her crotch forward to foregather the stab of Felipe 's finger's breadth. Anything but that dreaded whiplash. The lithe brunette moaned with intuitive feeling as she kept shoving her pussy to encounter those furiously pumping fingerbreadth. Now she could n't stop, the string was about to derail. Her mind…it might just explode.

'' OH GOD ! OHHH ! ! ! ``

Miranda 's slender feminine figure of speech arched violently. Her eyes rolled back in her point. She felt a million stars exploding behind her palpebra as it happened. The snake pit in her pubes erupted like lava spewing from a volcano. Her slit pick gushed onto the Spaniard 's digit. Felipe felt the girl 's quim clench up on those same digit as she writhed in pleasure to the clinking of Chain. Finally, her heart still hammering in her ribcage, Miranda slowly became cognisant of her milieu again. She saw Felipe 's glistening fingertips right in figurehead of her face.

'' You came hard, bitch. You gushed all over my finger's breadth like a cocotte. Now taste yourself. '' He inserted his fingers into her mouth, and she sucked obediently. She was hyper-aware of Jake in the background, watching her. Some of his ire seemed to induce dissipated, replaced by lust…and something else she could n't quite describe.

Now Felipe drew his fingers from between Miranda 's back talk with a oink.

'' You have had your parcel of pleasure for the time being. Now it is prison term that you made good on your promise. You want a reprieve from the whiplash ? Fine. You 'll get one. After I 'm done fucking your pussy, you are going to absorb your fluids off my peter, and THEN you and I are going to expend some caliber time on the mattress. I 'm going to lie back and let you do all the work, and do you hump what you are going to do, bitch ? ``

Miranda shuddered, afraid to ask. `` No, Sir. W-what ? ``

'' You 're going to lubricate up my peter with some overnice heating oils and then put my cock in your ass and impale yourself on it and ride me. '' The way Miranda 's eyes widened, every man in the transport container knew at the same time ; this girl had never done anal before.

'' Please Sir, I 've never… '' She could n't even finish the prison term.

'' Never been fucked in the ass ? '' Felipe said brightly. `` Don't concern, slut. I 'm a dear teacher, and I have a feeling you 'll be a prompt learner. '' As he said this, the Spaniard walked behind her, spread her ass face wide, and positioned his cock-head between her vaginal lips, thrusting with long, easy accident as he began to make out her.

Meanwhile Jake stalked up to her. His tempestuous gaze held hers.

As Felipe 's cock slid through her inside, ricocheting inside her cunt in ways that sent chill up her spine and had her nipples beading up anew with lecherousness, her grass husband grasped her by front of the neck, almost choking her.

'' Are you felicitous now, whore ? Now you have all the cock you can manage. That and Sir Thomas More. ''

'' P-please Jake, '' she sputtered. `` I love you, '' she said, and now there were unfeigned tears in her middle. She tried to snub the ravishing adept of Felipe 's cock continuing to pump her snatch and just tried to sharpen on the man she still loved despite her unforgivable actions.

'' Ahhh ! This strumpet 's cunt is dripping-wet. She loves my cock, '' Felipe sighed. Her dentition rattled as he threw his hips forward for another pulverizing stroke.

Meanwhile, Miranda could only recollect : What am I going to do ? ? ?

Then it hit her, the one affair she could tell Jake that just might soften his rage…

TO BE CONTINUED in PART 2…

Author 's musical note :

This is a phantasy, which by definition way I would never want to see this happen in existent living. When I write these fantasies I imagine myself as the girl being forced to put in, and that Thomas More than just turns me on. I write these stories because submission, and the threat of dominance over me, is what stokes my libido like nothing else in the earth. Whether you are a dominant or a submissive, I hope you feel that same rush. Life is too short not to ...

I will be updating this story with a portion 2 soon because I know cliffhangers can really absorb. I hope you enjoyed it and if you did, I promise you 'll have more to take care forward to…

~gaggedKitty