***Disclaimer : This account has strong nonconsent report. I do not excuse any of these acts in real life and this is a gloomy fantasy - nada LE, cypher more. ***

Miranda awoke in a large shipping container about 8 by 40 pes long. That's all she knew as she came to from whatever he'd drugged her with. Miranda Shaw was a beautiful 23-year-old little girl. She was 5'4, slim almost to the head of petite, with long, charcoal-dark haircloth, brown eyes, pale hide, and perfectly shaped breast which were neither too minuscule nor too big.

Jake Shaw, Miranda's husband, was her opposite in so many ways. He was built like a man's man. Tall and sturdy, muscles rippled across his iron-hard physique of 6'4. His crocked butt could usually be counted on to make Miranda salivate, especially when he wasn't wearing anything below the waist. If Miranda was delicate, like wisps of silk, then Jake Shaw was all triple-forged brand. He sported a soot-colored dark whiskers with a crescent scratch near the bottom of his left hand impudence, and right now he was staring at her with those vivid gray eyes.

Miranda was used to seeing those gray heart warm to liquid silver whenever they turned in her commission, but not now. No. And it was all her fracture.

Something very dissimilar burned in those eye just now. Anger. betrayal. Rage.

" HOW LONG ? " His voice rang out in the shipping container like a judge shouting out a hangdog verdict.

She tried to serve but couldn't. She could hardly even travel. The slender missy was completely naked. He'd plugged up her reasonably mouth with a cock-shaped musket ball gag fastened to her jaw. Her pleading eyes didn't seem to move him at all. Shackles around her ankles were anchored to big iron gang attached to the merchant marine container's floor. They forced her legs across-the-board apart, exposing her helpless, tantalizing, smoothly-shaved twat. At the Lapp metre her fettered articulatio radiocarpea were hoisted by chains high above her headway, each chain strung to iron doughnut 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 & mdash ; not with that amazing gag stuffing her mouth … and now it was too late. The equipment casualty 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 hand he held a five-tailed party whip with a braided hold and plaited lead. He swished the whip idly back and forth, serious-minded and yet still clearly enraged.

" How long have you been sleeping with Saint Matthew ? "

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

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

A hotel entourage, sumptuously furnished, appeared in the background. A alky queen-sized bed with gilded sheets filled up most of the room. A gorgeous brunet knelt on those favourable tabloid, on her workforce and knees as she faced the hide out camera. She was naked, her bosom shaking with the force out of the man who'd inserted his cock in her warm, slippery, and more-than-willing sex. As the man fucked her from behind, the miss moaned louder. The mattress jostled back and forth with the force of their coupling. The loud slap sounds continued each metre the man's crotch slammed into the missy's sexy ass. The man reached around, cupping one breast as he fucked her.

The daughter squealed with lust. " Yes, baby, bonk this pussy. OH Matthew, fuck my piddling pussy raw. debase my cunt. turn over me a babe ! Oh god ! Oh fuck ! Fuck me ! "

Miranda closed her eyes with an awful notion as the video of her and Matthew making have it off continued to trifle in front of her. Jake muted the sound. Now he stepped up to her, lifting her chin with one finger's breadth. " That persona and those run-in will forever be seared into my mental capacity, squawk. Forever. "

rip momentarily sprang into her husband's eyes. " Why, Miranda ? Why ? ! " The rhetorical doubtfulness hung like torture in the air.

What made it all that much worse was that she and Jake had been trying for a baby for months. That she was fucking another man without aegis & mdash ; volition to cheat on Jake & mdash ; perhaps that was what put Jake's choler over the edge. She had been uncoerced to layer one tier of misrepresentation on top of another, willing to let Jake help her get up a child that might not be truly theirs.

With a damp gaze, Jake unfastened the clump 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 wrist, and the lash's tendrils lashed out, smacking squarely across Miranda's supple cone cell as she cried out.

" AAYY ! ! Please Jake, let me explain. " Her fairly typeface crumpled for a import. " I didn't mean to … Matthew and I were just with each former all the prison term while you were on your business stumble. As my escort, he was just always there, always watching over me. It wasn't something that we consciously chose to do. It just kind of gradually … happened. I never wanted to smart you, Jake. Please, you have to believe me ! "

There was another loud WHOOSH of the lash, and this time the five tendrils lashed at her exposed 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 legal brief, precious time, his digit were like a balm on her slit, caressing her joy nub.

" It …'just happened'Miranda ? Did it'just happen'that you were okay fucking Saint Matthew the Apostle without a condom, having his minor instead of mine ? Was that unplanned too ? Or did you simply not even care ? " Jake leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Miranda's, his natural language exploring her mouth in a long, burning kiss which she returned with a groan. 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 optic terrifying even as his fingers rubbed her sex with shoddy tenderness. " fountainhead reckon what, you little tart ? Now you're going to get exactly what you deserve. "

What she deserved ? What did that mean value ? mentation whirled and raced through her mind as Jake drew back and banged on the side of the shipping container with his fist. Five men dressed all in black walked inside. All five began to immediately reave, leaving their dress in a hatful along the far side of the transport container until they were naked. All were delightful specimens of the male race.

" Sven, Radic, Viktor, Baen, and Felipe, I'd like you to get together my back-stabbing slut of a wife, Miranda. "

Miranda'optic widened as she saw the five men with their retentive, thick stopcock standing at attention 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 gang, with his plane nous, tree-trunk compact biceps, and his tool engorged had to be just over 10 inches.

Baen had a crew cut, and he was possibly the most handsome of the radical, although not quite as muscular. Radic and Viktor were definitely Slavic in appearance, with rugged feature article, and Felipe ? The Spaniard had seductive greenish-brown eye and a more angular face, his frame less bulky than the others. All five men's regard caressed her raw name with a hunger that left Miranda's mouth completely dry.

" Please, Jake. You don'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 centre still cooler than day-old ashes. He gestured toward the mattress which had been thrown in the nearest quoin of the shipping container. Beside it sat a closed duffel bag.

" There are raft of sex toys in the bag, valet de chambre. Indulge yourselves at this bitch's expense. Make sure enough she suffers. I want her fucked in all her holes. Other than that, anything goes … and I literally mean ANYTHING. "

Sven, the loss leader with the shaved point, came toward her start. He turned back toward Jake at the endure moment.

" Happy to hold Sir, but do you mind if I make a mesmerism ? "

" Go ahead, " Jake said.

" In my experience there are few things more tender than a daughter's breasts under the lash of a whip. And there are few matter more exquisite than feeling a girl writhe with your cock inside of her. " He pointed at the whip, and then slid his regard to Miranda's knocker.

" Would you be so kind as to whip this slut while I fuck her ? "

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

Sven suddenly knelt between the female child's legs, lapping at her pussy with his greedy lingua. Miranda closed her eyes, biting her lip to stifle the moan that wanted to sneak out.

" Please Jake. Uhh ! Please, think about what you're doing. I'm sorry for what I did, Jake. I never wanted to hurt you. I'll do anything to make it up to you, featherbed. Please ! "

Miranda's words died like moths hit by a hurricane as Sven's tongue stroked along her tiny nerve big money, creating a tight suntan deep in her lumbus. Her twat clenched up, her belly clenched up, and she felt a wetness start to form between her thighs as Sven started getting through to her. His tongue dove deeper, exploring her soft, soon-to-be slippery folds, and his hands gently cupped her beautiful young ass. The auditory sensation of his aloud slurps and sucks filled the cargo ships container while Miranda looked down, helpless to stop the lecherousness building inside of her. Meanwhile, she remained all too mindful of the four other men with fixed 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 right matter to say. What would still his anger, though ? What words could relieve what she had done ?

" Jake, I love you. I know it's hard to see that now, but it's... aaahhhh … it's true. " She tried to ignore Sven's lingua as it kept caressing her pussy, sliding along her vaginal lips like an awful teaser before stroking her clit with renewed vigor.

" Please Jake. "

She thought she saw a twinge of precariousness in Jake's eyes, but then it vanished.

" Quiet, slight whore. I won't listen to your lies. " As he said this, he flicked his wrist and the whip came slamming across her chest.

" AAAHHH ! ! " Miranda groaned as the whipping continued, a measured beat that followed a predictable formula. The whoosh of the leather, her sinew tensing up for the blow, and then her diminutive figure writhing in her bonds as the sting smote her mammilla. Only the distractions of Sven's skilful spit inside her snatch and licking at her clitoris kept her from losing her brain.

SMACK.

" AAYY ! Please Jake ! plosive ! Please, " she begged.

Now Sven turned back and raised a helping hand, just so Jake knew that he was about to stand up. Jake waited until Sven had walked around behind Miranda's prone form. Then his script gently cupped Miranda's breasts, wresting a groan from her throat as his palms cupped the supple, soon-to-be ship's boat flesh. Now Sven's big bridge player slid down to her articulatio coxae. He kept one hand on her hip and pulled her butt back towards him until he had the thoroughgoing Angle to slam his cock into her exposed cunt from tush. He reached around with one mitt, rubbing her clit even as he eased his bulging cock-head between her labia, sinking his peter into her slip, tight vagina.

" Uhhh ! ! ! " he groaned appreciatively and began to start a rhythm, pulling his rooster halfway out and then slamming himself forward, impaling her intemperately with a tireless, staccato rhythm method of birth control of roll in the hay.

The sound of the party whip returned. Jake's muscular arm lashed forward, and with it that five-tailed whiplash smacked harshly against her breasts. If this had been a very whip, one designed for livestock, then the beautiful girl's breasts would have already been covered with angry ribbons of welts. Fortunately for Miranda, the whip was a sex toy, and though the tendrils stung something awful, they didn't leave a Mark. At least not yet.

" Ahhh ! " Miranda groaned as she felt Sven's cock lantern slide deep inside her wetness. The bulky Russian clearly enjoyed the vicelike grip of her twat squeezing the whole distance of his shaft each time the smacking of the whip against her knocker had her squirming and squealing.

" Oh, yes, you sexy gripe. Keep writhing on my dick. That feels like paradise, " Sven growled. He slid his hired hand along her articulatio coxae and held her fast, looking down at their say soundbox as he fucked her furiously, his cock sliding easily in and out of her break sex. The truth was, as frightful and humiliating as this felt, the cock drilling her snatch and grazing her inner paries with so many effete sensations had started enslaving Miranda to obscene desires she didn't want to acknowledge.

The next fifteen minute were a blur of pain and pleasure for the little girl. Her slender, feminine figure flailed each meter the whiplash smote her breast. Each time that happened, her cunt clenched around Sven's cock, milking his balls towards release. Despite the outpouring of input assaulting her mentality, Miranda managed to think, to rivet her judgement on the problem ; how could she win back her enrage husband's affection ? Or at least make the pain stop ?

Suddenly she had an estimate.

Sven's cock slammed trench into her pussy, only his testicles showing as he sheathed himself in her figure. The girlfriend could find his cock straining inside her. He was going to arrive soon, to gush interior of her. She didn't want that.

" Please Jake, don't let him come inside me, " she moaned. " You don't want him to get me pregnant. I don't want to sustain any child but yours, Jake. Please ! "

But her reminder backfired on her. Jake's expression turned even grimmer. He lashed the whiplash with even more coerce across her titty.

" AAAAHHH ! ! ! ! "

Jake bellowed, " You should give birth thought of that before you let Matthew fuck you without aegis, bitch. As I said before, I am no longer going to listen to your lies. " The next stroke smote her slender cones with a exceptional inhuman treatment that definitely came from Jake's sense of being betrayed. Two fragile, red stripes sprouted across the girl's beautiful breasts, and Miranda realized that her words were only enraging Jake even more. If he kept hitting her like that, her chest were going to be more than just pinnace and sore. So instead she shut her rima oris, just groaning and tensing up with each lash of the whip, with each plunge of Sven's cock.

Sven leaned over, licking the side of her neck as his pecker speared up towards her womb with a series of fucks so angry that his clod jostled back and forth in a blur of move.

" Almost there, bitch. Uh ! Uhh ! ! UH ! ! ! ! Almost set up to fulfil your puss, " Sven growled. He reached up with both mitt, cupping and squeezing Miranda's breasts as the moment of true statement came. Miranda wailed as Sven's calloused mitt touched her overly sensitive mammilla, then groaned as she felt that rooster twitch madly inside her slippery, pungent sex. Her puss filled with the gluey, despicable cum shooting out of Sven's putz until his swollen testicles finally stilled, his movements stilling as he just lay pressed up against her back, his cock 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 combined fluids. The odor of sex hung heavily in the air. Miranda's head sagged forward. She was panting, huffing loudly. The missy desperately wanted to say something, to make Jake see reason. But she didn't know what she could say. She tried not to think about the embarrassing cum dribbling from between her thighs. The girl tried not to think about the other four men with raging shaft just waiting to have their way with her next.

Sven walked up to Jake and put out his hand.

" Shall I take over the whiplash ? "

Jake nodded. " Go ahead. I'll stand back and watch. "

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

" I'll take sloppy second base. I want to fuck that pussy, " the Spaniard growled.

The Spaniard strode up to her. He cupped her Monday, enjoying the smooth feeling of her shaved pubic arena. He went from cupping her sex to drilling her twat with two finger, the slimy leftover cum making for the perfect lubrication as he finger-fucked her and watched the build-up of pleasure behind her eyes.

" Please, " Miranda sighed. If she couldn't convince her husband to be merciful, maybe she could reason with these men instead. She had to try.

" Please tell your champion not to rack up me, " Miranda begged. Felipe smiled, one helping hand stroking the incline of her face as his other hand kept finger-fucking her tainted sex.

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

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

Felipe's brow jerked up and then his center turned wicked. " Did you hear that, Sven ? This piffling adulteress will do ANYTHING I want to invalidate the whip. That sounds entertaining, does it not ? "

Sven's grin was grim but amused. " I think you should rent the bitch up on her offer. " 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 candy kiss, leaving her breathless. At the rate his finger were hitting her g-spot and rubbing along her inside, she wasn't far from orgasm either. Now, sensing her mounting lust, he slipped his early script to her sex, his finger rubbing at her button in a waste series of caresses.

" Ughhh ! ! " Miranda moaned. Her mamilla beaded up. Oh god, her cunt was on fire ! No … ! Her intellect started to dissipate … her body responding to the Spaniard's touch. Her leg muscular tissue turned to jelly as all of her being got reduced to just the sensations along her clitoris, inside her wretched pussy, along her delicate labia as the man's fingers did their employment nooky and stroking, fucking and stroking … fuck and … oh god …

" CUM for me, squawk. You know you want to, " Felipe shouted.

Miranda's hot, slick passage made squelchy-wet sounds as it sucked at Felipe's darting fingers. This couldn't be happening. Oh god. NO ! Miranda's oculus widened as Felipe leaned over to taste one of her nipples, sucking it hard and bass into his mouth until the new mavin tore through her aching tit like exquisite overrefinement.

" CUM now or I tell Sven to lather you ! "

Miranda whimpered and thrust her genitalia forward to fulfil the thrusts of Felipe's finger. Anything but that awful whip. The lithe brunette moaned with feeling as she kept shoving her pussy to encounter those furiously pumping fingers. Now she couldn't stop, the string was about to derail. Her nous … it might just explode.

" OH GOD ! OHHH ! ! ! "

Miranda's slender womanly anatomy arched violently. Her eyes rolled back in her mind. She felt a million stars exploding behind her palpebra as it happened. The inferno in her lumbus erupted like lava spewing from a volcano. Her snatch ointment gushed onto the Spaniard's fingers. Felipe felt the girl's quim clasp up on those same fingers as she writhed in joy to the clinking of chains. Finally, her nitty-gritty still hammering in her ribcage, Miranda slowly became aware of her surround again. She saw Felipe's glistening fingertips right in front man of her face.

" You came hard, beef. You gushed all over my finger like a whore. Now taste yourself. " He inserted his finger into her mouth, and she sucked obediently. She was hyper-aware of Jake in the background, watching her. Some of his anger seemed to have dissipated, replaced by lust … and something else she couldn't quite identify.

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

" You have had your share of delight for the time being. Now it is time that you made good on your promise. You want a hiatus from the party whip ? Fine. You'll get one. After I'm done fucking your pussy, you are going to suck your fluids off my pecker, and THEN you and I are going to spend some character fourth dimension on the mattress. I'm going to lie back and let you do all the work, and do you bang what you are going to do, grouse ? "

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

" You're going to lube up my shaft with some nice warming oils and then put my cock in your ass and empale yourself on it and hinge on me. " The way Miranda's middle widened, every man in the cargo ships container knew at the Lapp time ; this girl had never done anal before.

" Please Sir, I've never … " She couldn't even finish the sentence.

" Never been fucked in the ass ? " Felipe said brightly. " Don’t worry, slut. I'm a full teacher, and I have a feeling you'll be a flying learner. " As he said this, the Spaniard walked behind her, spread her ass cheeks all-embracing, and positioned his cock-head between her vaginal lips, thrusting with recollective, easy strokes as he began to fuck her.

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

As Felipe's cock slid through her inside, ricocheting inside her cunt in ways that sent shivers up her vertebral column and had her nipples beading up anew with lecherousness, her betrayed hubby grasped her by straw man of the neck opening, almost choking her.

" Are you happy now, whore ? Now you have all the cock you can handle. That and more. "

" P-please Jake, " she sputtered. " I love you, " she said, and now there were genuine tear in her eye. She tried to cut the ravishing whizz of Felipe's cock continuing to pump her pussy and just tried to concentrate on the man she still loved despite her unforgivable actions.

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

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

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

TO BE CONTINUED in part 2 …

Author's Note :

This is a fancy, which by definition means I would never want to see this happen in real life. When I write these fantasies I imagine myself as the girl being forced to reconcile, and that more than just turns me on. I write these stories because meekness, and the menace of potency over me, is what stokes my libido like cipher else in the world. Whether you are a predominant or a submissive, I hope you feel that same rush. lifetime is too shortstop not to...

I will be updating this history with a PART 2 soon because I know cliffhangers can really imbibe. I hope you enjoyed it and if you did, I promise you'll have more to look forward to …

~gaggedKitty