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For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will sacrifice you some screen background and a deion. I found my wife when she was only 18, working as a repository. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick brownness hair that flows down below her shoulders. Her white meat are large, full, and natural with just a hint of sag. Each breast is tipped by enceinte unit of ammunition light-brown areola that forms big beautiful round around her protruding hard nipples. Her soaked stomach is flat tire and her ass is tough and round. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a diminished area of tomentum above her clit. Her puss sass are equally amazing. They are tenacious, but not too long, and distend and open like a flower when she gets excited.

I, on the other script, am a tall, fragile, middling looking guy, but I always hold on myself in skillful shape. My best attribute was my cock. I am over nine inch long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like read/write head. What my wife, and early women, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes cushy. It stays around seven inches, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the tightest kettle of fish.

This story is lawful, with some alterations like names and dates. 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 story has happened to her, in the way it is presented. Enjoy :

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

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Carole was working for a porn producer, manager, and her job that day was to be a fluffer, to just keep all the men hard and gear up for the next scene. When she left the gravid warehouse, it was saturnine 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 seat. Immediately, she was grabbed from ass. Startled, she jumped and tried to shout out but a gravid handwriting was over her rima oris. Then she felt a tongue come up to her pharynx. The man in the backseat, behind her, said,"If you scream, I will kill you. Understand ?"

Carole nodded slowly.

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

Again, she nodded.

"mounting back here with me,"the man instructed. The man held the knife close to her throat as Carole climbed between the two front seats into the binding. The man reached up and unlocked the eternal sleep of the doors and three more men got in the car. The man in the driver's stern started the car and backed out of the parking space. The man in the movement rider keister turned and, with a vast grinning on his facial expression, stared at her.

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

The man to her right took appreciation of her principal and turned her face 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 jersey. 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 titmouse bounced. The man yanked down again, completing the action, ripping her shirt all the way down the front."wellspring, face at these fucking bag,"the man said."They are as nice as I thought."

At the same fourth dimension, the man on her right turned Carole's brass to his and he kissed her, forcefully. She didn't respond, which upset him."Bitch, snog me powerful,"the man said, slapping her toilsome across the aspect. He kissed her again. She kissed him back.

For following respective min, 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 pushed her into a prominent construction. They led her up some stairs and into a large office quad. The way was full moon of men. As soon as she was in the room, all the talking stopped. The room went dead quiet. Then they started to environ her. Still, no one spoke. She couldn't go anywhere as the men started to make in and mite her.

As one man lifted his hand up and grabbed her aright tit. From behind her, a man pulled what remained of her shirt off her spinal column. Hands came in from every direction. Her weapon system were grabbed and held as her shorts were unsnapped and pulled down.

Now naked, she was pushed back and forth in the midriff of the group of men. Someone slapped her ass and she spun around. Then another man slapped her ass. She spun around again. Then a man slapped her ripe across the mamilla. 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 titmouse were targeted, but then someone slapped her across the face. She started to cry.

The men picked her up and carried her over to a uncompromising wooden mesa. She was hang over onto the mesa, face down. Her arms were pulled to the side and ropes were tied around her wrists. The ropes ran up to the far position of the table and her arms were pull up fast, stretched out. The other death of the Mexican valium were secured to the board legs on the far side. At the same time, her ankle where tied to the keister of the table legs.

knack over the board and securely bounds, she continued to cry. She was terrified and completely spread and exposed. She looked back to see that the men were all undressing. The low au naturel man was walking up behind her. The let out a flash pant as the man roughly penetrated her pussy.

"Oh, yeah,"the man panted, as he grabbed onto her rosehip and started to hinge on 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.

Three men later, the man placed his pecker at the tight entrance to her ass."I'm gon na really enjoy this,"he said, and pushed slowly forward. Carole let out a picayune squeal as the man pushed passed her stiff anal tintinnabulation and popped inside her.

For the next hour, man after man raped her. Some used her pussycat and some her ass, but they all came inside her. There was nada 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 line. When one man got up to her for his turn, he asked,"Which kettle of fish has been used more ?"

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

"Sir Thomas More like thirtieths,"said another.

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

A couple 60 minutes later, the men stopped. One of the men untied her sleeve, but then retied them behind her back. He untied her mortise joint and pulled her up onto her feet. Carole was dizzy and almost collapsed. The man slapped her intemperately across the face."Wake the fuck up,"he said."We still have plans for you."He pushed her over against a bulwark. 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 location, with her back against the rampart. Then he yelled,"surface your lip bitch."The man shoved his prick into her mouth and started to face-fuck her. Carole tried to unwind her throat as the man pushed his cock oceanic abyss with each knife thrust. With her promontory against the wall, there was nowhere to go and the man's stopcock drove roughly down her pharynx with each violent stab.

Carole could tell he was about to erupt, when he pulled his cock out of her mouthpiece. He shot his encumbrance right onto her face. When he was done, he laughed and called her a whore.

The line reformed, this prison term to fuck her throat. Over an hour later, she was covered with cum. She had swallowed heaps of it, but many of the men shot their cud onto her boldness or her tit. Dried cum was caked all over her and impertinent cum ran down her expression and her chest.

Finally, it stopped. Or so she thought.

A duet hour later, she was pulled to her feet and pushed into an adjoining elbow room and onto a bed. A man climbed on top of her. Exhausted, she passed out.

When she woke up, her arms were untie, but a expectant 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 spermatozoon to her already full moon pussy and climbed off her.

The future man in 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 tits. He got an evil look on his 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 teat and pulled up on it and held it with his tooth. He continued to throw into her, making her tit relocation and rive hard against the nipple still between the man's teeth. It hurt terribly.

Suddenly, he stopped fucking her again and for the next several minutes, he continued to sting both her nipple, leaving gull all over them. Then he went back to fucking her. respective 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 several to a greater extent 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 tits were slapped and bit. Her brass was slapped and spue 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 mo 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 stairs. She couldn't find her dress and she wasn't going to wait around to get them. Completely naked, she ran down the street and hid in some bushes in a small commons. She fell asleep.

Early the following 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 cheek and not down at her naked body. Carole didn't reply. Scared, she tried to overlay 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.

"cum on, let's get you out of here,"the Jogger said. He escorted her back to his car."We should squall the constabulary,"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 strike you ?"he asked in the car.

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

"What ? You sure ?"She nodded."Ah, I'm not for certain that is a dear melodic theme,"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 houseclean up. She shocked him as she looked into his face and pulled the t-shirt up and off. This was the first he could see her in full light. She was beautiful and aphrodisiacal, but at the moment she looked painful. Her hair was matted with sweat and cum. Her face was bruised and streaked with dried sperm. Her big tits were covered with bite sucker and contusion. Some were fellate marks, but others were bruises from the vicious slapping they had taken. Cum threaded across her chest and her abdomen. When she turned around to get in the exhibitioner, he saw that her ass was covered with hand prints that were turning into bad bruises as well.

A half-hour later, she reemerged from the bathroom. Again, to his surprise, she was totally nude. 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 course, 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 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 mo, her sobbing dwindled. Exhausted, she laid down on his lap and fell asleep.

It was difficult for the man. Here was this aphrodisiacal nude char 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 bareness. She was beautiful and he was very tempted to touch her, but he didn't. He struggled with himself.

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

She brought her hired man up to his zip fastener and took storage area of the pull tab."Wait,"the Jogger said, gasping and reaching down to block her. She gently moved his paw away and pulled the zipper exposed. Reaching in, she pulled the man's stopcock out. He stared down wide-eyed as Carole lifted her head enough to move his trunks 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 punishing rod into her mouth.

A second later, he had his hired hand on the rear of her head as she moved her mouth up and down his long diaphysis."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 end up in her mouth, sucking continuously on his twitching cock until she had drained the last niggling bit of cum from the shaft. Then she sat up next to him.

"Can you take 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 hold up ?"he asked.

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

I heard the car number up the private road and met them at the doorway."Where have you been ? I was worried ?"I said, hugging my wife. 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 keep way."I should go now,"the man said.

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

"semen in and sit down,"I told them both. I sat Carole on the frame next to me and the man in one of the other chairwoman."What happened ?"I repeated.

Carole told us the history. She sobbed the entire way through. The other man was very skittish 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 bruised face."Let me see."

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

The Jogger looked blow out of the water. He was confused and astonished that I just told my wife to get naked in strawman 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 cover around to confront me."It's okay,"I told her, comfortingly, as I hugged her."It's okeh. I don't thing how many did."I slid my mitt down to her ass and cupped her ripe buttock."It's only sex,"I said, to the other man's amazement."You will be finely. I'll call the Doctor and we will go see him tomorrow. You will be just fine."

She started to slow her rallying cry."You still love 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 thing that you were fucked,"I said with a smiling."I don't like that they beat you up, but the sex is fine. Okay ?"

"okay,"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 ?"

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

He watched in amazement as she obediently got down on her knee in presence of him. She reached up and unzipped his pants. Then she looked up into his eyes as she took his ragging intemperately turncock out his pants and kissed the head. He stared into her heart as she started licking up and down the shaft. He let out a long sigh when she finally took his prick into her sassing and started sucking.

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

"My twist,"I said, waving her over to me. She turned and crawled on her helping hand and knees over to me. My pants were already down and I was stroking my hard rooster. She took it from me."suction my balls,"I told her. Carole popped one into her oral cavity 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 retentive duncish peter. 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 had seen her before and knew what she was ... a submissive loose woman. After several tests and waiting a couple days for outcome, I took her back to his office."She is very well,"the Doctor of the Church said."Just some bruising. That will go away after a while."

"Thanks, Doc,"I said, shaking his hand, thankful she was given a sporting beak of health.

"So about my bill,"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 dwelling and fucked her hard. That Fri, I dropped her off at the physician's office. He later told me that she performed beautifully .