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Re: Pharma (Chapter 53 Posted)
« Reply #165 on: June 22, 2022, 11:52:38 AM »
now that's the way to make it all seem realistic. Love the empty AR-15, the pistol hit to the crown of the head to make it appear that Joe was doing something wrong. As a wrestling fan of the late seventies/early eighties adored the Ric Flair reference and his acting ability to willingly bleed to draw the fans into the story being presented! Now we can get down to the true reason for them to be at the cabin! Merit awarded from me with more to come!
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Re: Pharma (Chapter 53 Posted)
« Reply #166 on: June 24, 2022, 09:32:29 PM »
Thanks TGH.  Joe knows the effect that blood has on a crowd.  And now, we're into the main event.  I have about 48 hours of debauchery planned, and I've written about 1 hour of it so far.   >:D  No promises on how long this will go, but I spent this long building to it, it ain't gonna be like the last season of Game of Thrones.

To quote Anakin right before he started killing the younglings "This is where the fun begins."

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Re: Pharma (Chapter 54 Posted)
« Reply #167 on: June 24, 2022, 09:33:10 PM »
Chapter 54(MF,bond,viol,rape)



“Drew here decided he wanted to be a fucking hero.”  Sam said, holding the pistol he just fired in his right hand and Morgana’s hair in his left, pulling her to her feet.

“This one tried to be a fucking hero, huh?  Let’s show them what happens to heroes.”  JC said, as Steve kept punching Drew on the ground.

“Grab his bitch, he wants to be a fucking hero, she can pay the price.”  Bubbles said, a hint of glee entering her voice.  She held the camera, framing Sam holding Morgana by the hair.

“That’s a great idea.  Dave, when you’re done beating the shit out of Hero Boy, clear the couch.  NotDave, crowd control.  Babe, you rolling?”

“Have been the whole time, honeybear.”  Kim smiled. 

JC stepped into position, scanning the crowd with his shotgun.  Steve laid in a few more gut shots then stood up.  Drew was in a bad state.  He rolled over, coughing and crying.  Even though Steve avoided his face as best he could, the bigger man definitely didn’t pull back on all of the punches.  As Drew coughed, wheezed, and cried, Steve grabbed his hands and zip-tied them.  He dragged Drew to his chair and dumped him in his chair.  Once in it, Steve then secured Drew to the chair, preventing him from getting up.  He pulled out a knife and cut Drew’s shirt to shreds, then sliced a long strip of it off.  A slap across the face caused Drew to open his mouth.  Steve then gagged Drew with the scraps of his shirt.

While everyone’s attention was drawn to Drew and the man with the shotgun called NotDave, Kim made herself busy redecorating.  She dragged the coffee table out from in front of the couch and put it near the fireplace.  She then grabbed the pillows and cushions off of the couch and threw them around.  Steve for his part was back to securing everyone to the chairs they sat in.  He grabbed Bianca’s hands and secured them high up to the top back of the chair, forcing her to keep her hands over her head.  He did the same with James, Aislinn, Tommy, and Joe.  With Mari, he made a chain of zip-tie cuffs and secured her to the seat of the chair.  He knew about her bad shoulder and could see the scars from her rotator cuff surgery.  No need to risk injuring her but he still needed to secure her. 

Joe was still bleeding, though it had slowed.  His shirt was soaked through with blood.  Between that and Drew’s bruises developing on his chest, no one knew what to expect next.

That was until Kim pulled out the collapsible bed from the sleeper sofa.  Aislinn saw it first, and screamed in panic.  She pieced together what was going to happen right as Morgana realized what her fate was.

Sam grabbed Morgana by the hair and pulled her in front of her husband.  He was beaten, a little bloody, and bruised all over his torso.  He stared at his wife with a look she’d never seen from him before.  Sam slapped him once.

“Hey, I got your fucking attention?  Take a good look at your wife.  LOOK AT HER!  Everything that happens from here on out is your fault!  YOUR FAULT!”  Sam pushed her onto the bed.  Morgana yelped as she banged her shin off of the bed frame.  “Strip her.”  Sam said to Steve.  Aislinn screamed something unintelligible.  “SHUT THE FUCK UP OR YOUR NEXT, BITCH!”

Steve pounced on Morgana before she could get her bearings.  Her hands were bound at the wrists so she couldn’t fight off the bigger man.  “No, please, don’t, no!”  She tried to squirm away, but he was too big.  She moved a half a meter before he dragged her back to the middle of the bed. 

Her worst nightmare was about to happen.  She was about to be raped.  And what’s worse was Drew and Tommy were going to see it.  Even her sister was going to see it.

The big man flipped her over onto her back, then climbed on top of her, resting on her hips.  She tried to move, but felt a second pair of hands on her.  She looked up and saw the skinny man, the one who had the shotgun, holding her hands down.  To her left, she could see the fat man next to Drew, and behind them Kim, filming them.  ‘Oh my God, this can’t be happening, please no, not this, not here.’  She saw Kim hand the camera to the fat man as she went out of her sight.  When she looked back up at the man on top of her, she saw him pull a knife out.  She held her breath, fearing for her life.

Steve grabbed a handful of Morgana’s black tank top and pulled on it.  Even though it looked like it was flimsy, it was pretty sturdy.  He pulled up on the tank with his left hand and used his right to slip the knife in between the shirt and her skin.  One quick cut at the cup of her cleavage and one more on each strap and he was ready to rip off her shirt.  He took his time, savoring stripping her like the first sip of coffee in the morning.  After a couple tugs, she was down to her bra.  He grabbed her right tit through her bra, and she cried. 

He was going to enjoy this.

Her shirt was gone, the rest of the clothes were next.  She saw the look of lust in the man’s eyes on top of her and it made her stomach tumble.  That’s when she realized a few horrible truths.  If she wasn’t already pregnant, then there was a good chance that one of these men might impregnate her.  She hoped at this point that the morning sickness from the last couple days was the beginning of a pregnancy and not just a hangover.  Morgana turned her head to avoid the lustful stare from the man on top of her, only to see the man holding her hands.  Then there was the fat man with the pistol.  Hell, even the Asian girl with pink hair looked like she was getting turned on.  Speaking of Kim, she was back and setting up a camera on a tripod?  The married couple were probably going to make some home movies.  She closed her eyes and prayed a little prayer that they just make it through this.
Steve left the bra on for the moment, but just enjoyed playing with her tits.  He shimmied down the couch bed a little to get access to the button and zipper on her jean shorts.  As he did that, he motioned Sam to come over with a little head nod.  He tucked his Glock into the back holster he liked to use and went to her feet.  He worked on untying her hiking shoes for a moment before getting them loose enough to slip off.  The socks were next.  She had pretty little feet.  He stroked them as Steve focused on getting her jean shorts off.  He undid the button then zipper.  He moved and tugged, getting her jean shorts to slip off over her bum.  The two men took her shorts off then stood up, admiring their handiwork for a moment before Steve asked a very important question.

“Who gets her first?”  He said, dropping his voice low again.

“Rock Paper Scissors.  Shoot after 3.”  Sam said.  “1, 2, 3, Shoot!”  He said.  Steve threw rock.  Sam had paper.  He chuckled, then said to Steve “You got next.”  He patted Steve on the shoulder, then stepped forward to claim his prize.  Sam stood at the edge of the bed and began undressing.  He unbuttoned his camo shirt slowly, staring at Morgana the whole time as he did so.  She cried, trying to get out of here in her mind.  With the last button done he removed his shirt, skipping an undershirt today.  Not only would it get in the way, but pulling it up and over his head could risk getting it caught on his mask.  His belt came off next, followed by his button and zipper on his khaki’s.  He seemed to shrink a couple centimeters as he removed his boots.  Once out of his boots, his pants came off and he stepped out of them.  He reached down and pulled off his socks.  A moment later, and his plaid boxers were on the floor.  He stood there, naked except for his mask, stroking his 6-inch cock at the foot of the bed. 

He looked down at Morgana, stroking his cock.  She wore only a pair of black lacy panties and a matching bra.  “My my my, you are a sight.  I’m going to enjoy this.”  Sam turned to Drew.  “Hey hubby.  This is all your fault.” 

With that, Sam was on the bed, crawling up next to Morgana.  She struggled to keep her legs together, but knew that it was ultimately futile.  She thought back to the attacker on the trail, how she was able to fight him off, but that was different.  Now, she was tied up, had nowhere to go, was outnumbered, and her family was held hostage.  They already beat the shit out of her husband, if she did anything to fight back, they might do worse to him, maybe even kill him.  ‘All that self-defense training down the shitter’ she thought to herself.  She refused to look at the fat bloke as he climbed on the bed.  He was all fat and gross, probably as old as James, but at least James took care of himself.  And the way they played a child’s game to decide who went first?  ‘This wasn’t going to be just a quickie.’  She felt him between her legs, then his hand on her panties.  Morgana lurched at the touch.  His fingers ran over her panties, over her femininity.  He was teasing her, toying with her to make this torture last longer.

Sam slid his finger up and down her panty-covered slit for a moment, enjoying the anguish on both Morgana’s and Drew’s face.  He kept this up for a bit, trying to elicit a reaction from her.  He gave her credit, she was tougher than she looked.  ‘Didn’t matter, we’ll break her this weekend.’  He grabbed the sides of her panties and paused before pulling them down.

“Bets on the bush?”  Sam said. 

“Shaved.  Bald like this guy in three years.”  Kim said, pointing at Drew.

“Same.”  JC said.

Sam pulled the panties down.  Morgana knew better than to fight them.  With a couple tugs, he exposed her cleanly shaved pussy to everyone in the room.

“Damn.  Looks so good, so yummy.  Think I’ll have a taste.”  Sam said with an evil grin as he moved the panties further out of the way and slid his ski mask covered face down to her pussy.  He flicked and licked at her, spreading her lips apart with his fingers.  He’s dreamed of this since he first saw her on that security cam footage.  He flicked and licked with his tongue, sending disturbing jolts through Morgana’s body.  She hated herself for what was happening.

He wasn’t trying to get her off with his tongue, there’d be time for that later.  He just wanted a taste of her pussy before she was fucked a dozen times.  He savored her flavor for a minute before climbing up from between her legs.  He looked at her, enjoying her body.  She still had on the black bra.  He always enjoyed fucking a bitch wearing her bra, especially with nice tits like this.  Plus, he had an idea for it later. 

She had turned her head to the back of the couch, trying to block out the world.  Morgana noticed the shifting of the weight on the bed.  Her rapist was climbing up her body.  The chunky man was done eating her out and was now climbing up her body, his gut rubbing against her tummy.  She also noticed a shifting of weight where her hands were, followed by a couple plastic zip sounds.  Suddenly a hand grabbed her long, blonde hair and pulled it.  She screamed in pain.  It was the man who was holding her hands.  He now had her hair, and turned her head to the fat man’s mask covered face.

“Hey sugarkins, say hi to your hubby.”  He said with a sadistic smile.  The skinny man turned her head to Drew. 

She could see the fear and pain and hurt in his eyes, just as the fat man pushed his penis into her.

Sam relished the feel of her pussy around his cock, the pain in her eyes, and the anguish in Drew’s.  He’s dreamed of fucking her for months, and now it’s happening.  He pushed his dick in, all 6 inches of it, and rested there for a moment as he savored the feeling.  Sam then started rocking his hips back and forth in slow thrusts.  She wasn’t wet at all, so he hoped this would stimulate her body to betray her, but frankly he didn’t care.  This was the first fuck of many this weekend. 

“Damn, she’s so fucking nice in there.  Ain’t she a great fuck, Drew?”  Sam said, building up to rhythmic fuck of his wife. 

Drew just looked on in horror as this fat, disgusting man raped his bride.  As he watched, he felt a hand on his shoulder.  It was Kim.

“You go honeybear, fuck that slut real good.”  She had Tommy’s camera in her right hand, and another from Joe and Mari set up on a tripod recording.  Kim put the camera screen in Drew’s face, zoomed in on Sam’s dick going in and out of Morgana.  “Damn, that looks like fun.  Remember, if you hadn’t played hero, none of this would be happening right now.  Oh, what’s that?  You want to see more men fuck your wife?  I’m sure we can oblige that.  Look, our friend is getting ready right now.”  Kim pointed the camera over to Steve, or Dave as he was being referred to.  Steve was stripping down, taking off his military boots and his jeans.  He looked in good shape for a man in his 40’s.  The only hint of his age were a couple gray hairs on his chest and the dad bod where a half-keg took over where a 6-pack used to be.  When Steve was down to his black boxer briefs, Kim moved the camera back to Sam and Morgana.

Sam was fucking her faster now.  She had moistened up a tiny bit, but for the most part was pretty dry.  He didn’t care, this wasn’t about her enjoyment.  Not yet anyway.  The pace quickened and picked up.  He licked the side of Morgana’s face as he fucked her. 

Everyone in the room stared on in horror at what they saw.  Bianca took account of the situation.  Aislinn was in the middle of a panic attack, hyperventilating as she pulled against her restraints and tried not to scream.  Bianca could only think that they had to find some way to make it through the weekend.  There were worse things than being raped, she knew from experience.  She couldn’t get a read on James or Tommy, neither Mr. and Mrs. Karen, though she’d been a lot quieter since her husband bled so much.  She knew it wouldn’t stay with just Morgana for long, if for no other reason than how that skinny man kept looking at her.  But she would do what she had to do make sure she got home for Sophie.

“Oh, fucking Christ.  So fucking nice.  Kimmypoo, get ready.”  Sam said.  Kim moved to a position near the corner of the couch bed. 

She gave Sam a thumbs up then said “Ready.”  She was pretty sure she knew what Sam was planning, and was right.  Sam pulled out of Morgana and shimmied up her body, kneeling over her, stroking his dick with his right hand.

“Oh yeah, look up here baby.  Look at me.  Looooook!”  On the last look, the first jet of semen shot from his dick, landing on her bra clad tits and her upper chest.  A few more blasts and shakes and he shot again and again, hitting her on the breasts, the chest, and even her chin.  He tried to catch his breath before moving, but eventually climbed off the bed and sat on the arm of the couch.

Steve walked over and slapped Sam’s hand, tagging himself in.  He was going to enjoy fucking that blonde Aussie bitch.

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Re: Pharma (Chapter 54 Posted)
« Reply #168 on: June 25, 2022, 03:10:29 PM »
And Tommy's plan comes to a head. Nice that Morgana is taken first thanks to Drew's protective instincts! Wondering who's else will get said instincts before the weekend is over. Wouldn't it be perfect if the rapists makes Tommy rape Morgana and Aislinn resulting in both getting pregnant with his child! Merit awarded from me!
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Re: Pharma (Chapter 55 Posted)
« Reply #169 on: June 28, 2022, 09:36:02 PM »
Thanks TGH.  Have you been reading my notes again?   ;)  It's going to be a long, long weekend for three women in particular.



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Re: Pharma (Chapter 55 Posted)
« Reply #170 on: June 28, 2022, 09:36:20 PM »
Chapter 55(MF,rape,bond,oral,anal,a2m)



Tommy watched on as everything unfolded, according to his plan.  His noble, selfish, glorious, sadistic plan.  Everything was both going out of control and according to plan.  He watched helplessly as the crew arrived and subdued everyone.  He did nothing to help Drew try to stop the attack.  He watched as a gym rat beat the shit out of his friend.  His friend, he might add, whose wife he was having an affair with.  He watched as these professional rapists captured, stripped, and raped the woman he loved.  Tommy saw the anguish build in Drew’s eyes as Sam violated his wife, just feet away from him.

He was disgusted and thrilled.  Disgusted that he thought that this crazy plan of his could work.  Thrilled that so far it seemed to work.

Tommy knew how strong Morgana was, how she might look like any high maintenance girl but deep down was a tough, kind, caring, and loving person who would suffer to help others.  He was hopeful that she would survive everything the Really Useful Crew would throw at her and then some.  What he wasn’t sure of was how much it would take to scare Drew off.  If his plan succeeded, Drew would run away screaming after all of the shit they put him and Morgy through.  Throw in Aislinn, who Drew viewed like a little sister and Bianca, and stir that up with the constant guilt-tripping that the Crew were doing, and he was sure to have a breakdown.

Drew’s torture was just beginning.  He’d watched this fat man just rape his wife less than two meters away from him, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do.  He’d almost gotten her killed a few minutes ago, was pretty sure he might have internal injuries, and now watched that fat fuck gloat about how he had fucked his wife.  What’s worse, Drew did a quick count of everyone in the room.  12 people.  Him, Morgy, Ais, B, Tommy, James, Mr. and Mrs. Karen, and the four attackers.  He had no clue how long they’d be there, if they’d even make it out alive, but so far one of the attackers had raped his bride, and the second one was naked and raring to go.

Steve walked over and slapped Sam’s hand, tagging himself in.  He was going to enjoy fucking that blonde Aussie bitch.  He was already naked except for the ski mask, and his cock was at full attention when he climbed onto the pull-out bed.

Morgana had barely processed what happened when she felt the bed shift.  She let out a soft cry as she looked up and saw the man that beat the shit out of her husband climb on the bed between her legs.  He hurt Drew, now he was going to hurt her.  As she prepared for him to just ram his dick into her, he did something she wasn’t expecting.  He grabbed her and flipped her on her side.  Apparently she was connected to the bed in a way that would allow these monsters to move her.  As soon as he had her in position, he reached for her bra clasp and unhooked it in seconds with one hand.  He dropped her back down, holding the loosened bra in his hand and slid it up over her breasts and head, leaving it tangled with the zip ties.  As it moved, she could see the white spots on her black bra, the fat man’s cum.  It was still on her from seconds ago, and here her next rapist was getting ready to take her.  She looked down and saw his dick pointing straight out at her.  Looking was a mistake.  She panicked a little at seeing its size.  ‘Dear God, it’s about as big as Drew’s.’

As Sam sat on the edge of the couch, he looked around.  He saw JC looking for something.  It was a series of rags and ropes and stuff to further bind and gag the crowd.  The shock and horror of the first rape was hitting them hard, but JC knew crowd control well enough at this point in his rape career that shit could turn sideways quickly.  Better to gag them now and keep them from screaming for help or begging for mercy and get some nosy do-gooder’s attention.  Sam thought that was a good idea.  He motioned JC over to discuss that plan.

“You gagging them next?”  Sam whispered.  JC nodded.  “Homemade or…”

“Homemade for the guys but I’ll see what inventory’s in the luggage.  Got a priority order for the ring gags.  Blonde bitch, Bianca, the sister, and then Mari.”  JC replied with a whisper.

“Start with the homemade ones for now for everyone.  Once done, throw a ring gag in Morgana, then we’ll have some fun with her mouth, then the rest of them.”  Sam said.  JC nodded, seeing where this was going.  He left, grabbing a few spare shirts from Joe’s luggage to cut into strips to make some gags for everyone.

Kim got into position with the camera, getting a close-up on Morgana’s face as Steve penetrated her for the first time.  He pushed his member into her, and only settled for a second before he started fucking her.  Steve started slow for him, but it was still fast and hard.  After less than a minute, he was thrusting his full 8 inches in and out of her twat hard and fast.  There was no pretense of pleasure for her, he wanted to pound her and hurt her.

Morgana couldn’t help but cry with each thrust, and him spreading her legs as far as they could go didn’t help matters, either.  He fucked her like a jackhammer.  She looked up and saw hate and lust in his eyes, like she did something to personally offend him and the only way to make it up was for him to fuck the shit out of her.  He pushed her legs back as far as they’d go, then tried a little farther.

“Aaahh!  Please, don’t!”  She managed to block out most of the fat guy fucking her, but this man was trying to hurt her.  This was confirmed when he bent over and bit her tits.  Not even the nipples, he just started biting her tits wherever he could.  And through all of it, he kept fucking her harder and faster.

“Yeah, make that fucking bitch scream.”  Kim said, standing next to Drew.  She tousled his hair as she kept filming the brutal assault in front of them.  “C’mon Drew, I know you must love seeing another man actually fuck your woman like she deserves.”  If looks could kill, Kim would’ve been dead on the spot.  “Got ya riled up, huh?  Hey, fuck’er harder, Drew loves it!”  Steve grunted more as he pounded into Morgana, making her cry more.

Meanwhile, JC, had made enough strips of cloth from a couple of Joe’s old shirts.  Joe brought them as sacrificial items, knowing that they’d be ruined this weekend.  It’s part of the admission cost for an event such as this.  JC made sure that he had enough strips of cloth for everyone except Morgana.  They all had other ideas for her mouth.  He started with Joe, who for the most part had stopped bleeding.  Joe opened his mouth and waited as the cloth was tied in place.  JC then moved on to Mari, who was the only person whose hands were not bound over and behind her head.  She didn’t fight the gagging, either.  Since Drew was already gagged, that meant Tommy was next.  JC simply said “open” and Tommy complied.  A moment later and he was gagged.  He skipped Aislinn for the moment and gagged James.  That only left Bianca and Aislinn.  He thought how best to approach this.  On the one hand, he really wanted to fuck with Bianca and once she was gagged, he wanted to strip the bitch.  On the other, he knew getting her settled down would make getting the skinny bitch with the panic attacks to calm down a little easier.  But then what’s the fun in that?  He walked behind Aislinn, who was acutely aware of where he was, and with a strong grip on the strip of cloth quickly moved it over Aislinn’s head and in front of her mouth.  Instinctively she screamed, which meant that she opened her mouth enough for the gag to go in, and JC tied it behind her head.  That just left Bianca.

“Open your fucking mouth, you stupid cunt.”  He wasn’t this mean with anyone else, and the way he spit those words at her frightened her.  She hesitated for a moment, which was all the excuse he needed.  He thwapped her on the backside of the head.  It wasn’t hard enough to really hurt, but hard enough to get her attention.  “OPEN YOU WHORE!”  She opened her mouth, expecting a piece of cloth.  Instead, it was some weird hard plastic circle with leather straps on it.  No, it wasn’t plastic, it was metal covered in silicone.  He slid it in behind her teeth, and that’s when she realized what it was.  It was a ring gag.  She’d heard of them before, but never seen one up close.  Her brain fired wildly with all of the implications of that this meant, and none of them were good.  She was going to suck some dick before too long, probably after these monsters were done with Morgana.  Or maybe sooner, if this guy got his way.  She felt this man attach the clip behind her head, securing the gag in place.  She had a brief moment of hope when she realized how she was bound that she could almost reach the gag with her hands, but that hope was quickly dashed when the man tied a piece of cloth around the clasp, preventing her from working it loose.  A moment later, he disappeared outside.  He then came back into the room carrying one of the benches from the back-deck picnic table.  He dropped it next to Bianca’s position, then returned a minute later with the other bench.  He maneuvered them into such a position that he could stand with his dick at her head level.

As he left her tied and gagged, he reached over and grabbed her flimsy white tank top.  Once he had a good hold on it, he pulled hard and tore it off of her, leaving her in her sports bra.

Steve was still fucking Morgana, who was weeping at the continued onslaught.  He didn’t want to cum yet, no matter how great she felt around his cock or how exciting her cries of pain were.  He thought about the starting lineup of the Alabama Crimson Tide’s offense from the last FCS National Championship game and whether or not they could legitimately beat an NFL team.  Normally it wouldn’t even be a question, but Alabama had an entire starting lineup that are high quality NFL prospects, higher quality than most NFL teams can assemble, and they’re coached by the best coach in College who learned from the best coach in the pros.  He thought they could really beat a few decent NFL teams.  Then Morgana’s cries brought his attention back to the pussy he was busy raping.  It was a tough battle between thinking about Nick Saban and Morgana’s pussy, but Morgana’s pussy won.

He grabbed her hips and slammed into her harder than before, grunting hard as he came in her pussy.  She could feel him pulse inside of her, filling her with his vile seed.  She could only hope and pray that he wasn’t carrying a disease or worse. 

Steve breathed heavily as he regained his composure.  It took a tremendous amount of focus to not scream and yell as he fucked her, but doing so could tip his hand that he knew them and vice versa.  Steve’s voice wasn’t as distinctive as, say, Mike Tyson’s, but it was still easy to attach his voice to a face.  As he pulled out, he grabbed what was left of her tank top and wiped himself off with it, then dropped it on the bed next to Morgana.  He walked on wobbly legs across the room before crashing in a recliner.  He looked around the room, then at his watch.  12:45PM.  Not bad, they’ve been at this for less than an hour and he’s already busted a nut.  ‘This is looking to be a good weekend.’

Sam looked around the room.  The shock and horror on the faces of the other women were palpable.  Bianca looked sexy as fuck with that ring gag in her mouth and Aislinn’s panic was turning him on.  He was going to have them both before the end of the weekend, but for now it was either Bubbles’s or JC’s turn.  He was going to ask how they wanted to figure this out when he saw JC drop his pants in by the edge of the couch bed and climb on up.  He must’ve removed his boots sometime after redecorating the living room with outdoor furniture.  JC was actually a shade longer in the dick department than Steve but skinnier.  He was still taking off his camo shirt when he kneeled between Morgana’s legs.  He rubbed his dick up and down her pussy lips with one hand as he undid the last buttons and took off his shirt.  Just like the other guys, he skipped wearing a t-shirt this morning.  He looked down at Morgana as he slid into her.  Before his shirt hit the ground, he pulled a small bottle out of one of the pockets.  It was a bottle of sex lube.

After a couple thrusts, JC yelled at her.  “That old bitch with the big tits, who is she?”  Morgana didn’t respond, she was just trying to block out the pain.  That’s when he reached down and twisted her nipple.  “WHO IS SHE?!”  Morgana cried.

Kim spoke up.  “Her name is-“

“I’M NOT ASKING YOU, I’M ASKING THIS FUCKING CUNT!”  JC spit his response at Kim.  Kim was surprised at how he yelled at her, and even Sam was caught off guard.  JC turned back to Morgana, leaning over and getting in her face as he fucked her.  “WHO IS SHE TO YOU?”

“She’s my friend, my boss, I work with her.  Owww, please stop.”  She cried.  JC still hadn’t let go of her nipple.

“Your boss, huh?  She ever give you shit for a bad day?”  JC said, continuing his long thrusts.  Morgana nodded.  When he squeezed her tit and screamed again, he spoke.  “Answer me, yes or no.”

“Yes.”  Morgana just wanted the pain to stop.

“Well, I’ve got an idea.  Since she’s given you so much shit over the years, let’s return the favor.”  No one was really sure what he meant by that, they just needed to see where this was going.  JC pulled out of Morgana’s pussy and grabbed the lube.  She had a little bit of natural lubricant, but not enough for what he was planning.  He opened the bottle and squeezed a generous amount on his dick and then a little on Morgana’s little brown pucker.

“Oh God no, no, please don’t, not that!  Please, no!”  Morgana begged him to not do what he was prepping to do.  Drew couldn’t do anything but watch as the skinny man lubed up his dick to fuck his wife’s ass.

“Oh yes, that.”  JC lined his cock up with Morgana’s asshole and pushed in, slowly.  He took his time as he got used to the tightness of the blonde beauty’s anus around his shaft.  Morgana cried and moaned as he violated her shitter, trying to push his dick out.  All that did was make it hurt worse as he pushed in.  Kim moved into position to get a great view of everything. 

“How’s her ass, NotDave?”  Sam asked, having moved off of the couch, standing behind Mari.  He could feel his cock start to stir again.  He knew he’d be ready to go again shortly, but like a fancy buffet, needed to figure out his next meal before he went to the line.

“Fucking tight.  You should try it.”  JC said between sharp breaths.

“Sounds like a plan.  Sounds like a plan.”  Sam said, letting his hands rest on Mari’s shoulders, then creep down her bra-covered breasts just slightly.  Depending on how things went, he’d either fuck Morgana again next, or go for Mari.  He’s wanted to fuck Mari for a long time, but Joe is his best friend and she’s been off-limits.  But today, well today anything goes.

JC fucked Morgana’s ass for a solid five minutes before he felt his orgasm build.  In any normal attack, he’d bust his nut in her ass or if he wanted to humiliate her a little extra, he’d pull out and cum on her face.  But this time, he had a special plan.  “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum.  And I’ve just the place in mind.” 

As JC pulled out of her ass, Morgana fully expected him to climb over her face and finish on her, or worse, force her to suck him off.  It came as a complete shock to her when he pulled out and climbed off the bed, rock hard dick in hand.  He ran right past her, and even Drew.  For a brief heartbeat she was afraid he’d do something to her husband.  Instead, he made a beeline for Bianca and the benches he set up earlier. 

Bianca’s eyes went wide when she saw this man approach her, his dick sticking straight out like a weapon.  In one step, he was on the bench and climbing up.  He grabbed her by the hair and twisted her head around to meet his crotch.

“Suck it you fucking whore!  Suck it!”  He picked giving her the ring gag for a reason.  As her slobber and drool had begun to leak out of her mouth, he positioned his dick for the whole and shoved it in.

Bianca had sucked quite a few dicks in her life, but none so foul as this.  It smelled and tasted like shit, and she gagged at the intrusion.  Just moments earlier, this dick was in her friend’s ass.  Now, it was in her mouth and she had no choice.  This man, whoever he was, had it out for her and was going to hurt her any way he could.

JC bucked his hips back and forth, fucking Bianca’s mouth with vigor.  She was bound in a way that she couldn’t fight, couldn’t push him off, and couldn’t protect herself if he decided to choke her.  She tried to imagine the dick was anything else, but the smell and taste overpowered her.  She fought as hard as she could in her mind to not lose her lunch.  She did what she could to get him off, hoping that he would cum soon and her ordeal would be over.  Fortunately for her, he was already close when he invaded her mouth with the shit-covered pecker.  He grabbed both sides of her head and held on tight as he screamed.

“AAARRGGHH!”  He sounded like a pirate as he came in her mouth, blasting her oral cavity.  She felt spurt after spurt shoot into her mouth.  He held in place far longer than he needed to, and Bianca panicked.  She couldn’t get him out of her mouth, she couldn’t breathe, and she was afraid that he would choke her.  It wasn’t until she thought that she might actually die that he finally pulled out, giving her a chance to breathe.  She heaved, spitting out the vile contents in her mouth all over herself, getting his semen and her bile on her pants and sports bra.  She heaved, hacked, and coughed until she could breathe again, pulling hard at her restraints as they dug into her wrists.

James looked on with concern.  He didn’t know who this guy was or what his deal was, but he seemed to take an especially cruel fascination with Bianca.  He knew that the women would be treated badly this weekend, but the Club has rules, and at the top of that list is no killing.  This guy, this guy almost broke that less than an hour into the weekend.

As Bianca struggled to catch her breath, her attacker climbed down.  He looked at her, then talked in a mocking tone.  “Aww, what a shame.  Those clothes are such a mess.  Completely ruined.  Time to get rid of them.”  With that, he grabbed a knife he found nearby and smiled.  He was going to enjoy this.
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Re: Pharma (Chapter 55 Posted)
« Reply #171 on: June 29, 2022, 01:18:41 PM »
(I Don't read people's notes, I just try my best to think like the person writing! ;) )

Kind of surprised that they guys aren't touching the females while waiting for their turn with Morgana. Nice to see Tommy feeling like a piece of Shit, betting the minute his cock gets hard all thoughts leave his head!

Can't wait for Bianca's adversary to finally arrive, rally thinks that guys will learn what an animal bent on revenge is really like!

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« Reply #172 on: June 30, 2022, 03:15:43 PM »
Loving this. You write with such realism and deep storytelling we need more like this. Not half way through yet but ticking along with a binge xxx
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« Reply #173 on: July 01, 2022, 07:47:40 PM »
Thanks TGH and Jess.  I'm working on JC's revenge in the current chapter I'm writing.  He needs to be careful, though.  Goes too far, might do something that let's her identify him down the line.   ;)



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Chapter 56(MF,rape,oral,bond,ws)



As Sam watched JC go from Morgana’s ass to Bianca’s mouth, his hands slipped down Mari’s chest and were now inside her bra, playing with her tits.  He was turning himself on, and she could tell because his pecker was growing to attention behind her, which she could feel through the gap in the back of the chair.  As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she was getting turned on too.  Between watching the blonde Aussie bitch get raped and Sam’s ministrations, she could feel herself getting wet.  Even a few days ago, the thought of her husband’s best friend fondling her was repulsive and unthinkable.  Now, her nipples were hard in between his fingers.  As he played with Mari’s tits, Sam thought about his next move, and the next move for the party.  JC was skullfucking Bianca into oblivion, and as soon as possible JC was going to ruin her like she ruined him all those years ago.  Steve might be ready for another go on Morgana in a few minutes, but he wasn’t there yet.  Bubbles expressed an idea of how she wanted to fuck both of them at once, but wasn’t sure if she wanted to do that now or in a little while.  That’s when he had an idea.

Sam caught Joe’s eye.  Joe was a bloody mess, but for the most part the bleeding stopped.  Dumbass decided to relive his old independent wrestling days and bladed like Ric Flair.  Hell, he even went the extra step and took some aspirin to thin his blood just enough to keep flowing as long as it did.  He was a bloody, disgusting mess.

In other words, the perfect man to fuck Morgana next.

He waited until JC was done skullfucking Bianca before he called Bubbles over.  Plus, it gave Drew a chance to watch the festivities and Morgana a chance to relax.  Something that Sam had learned from Joe and the other Club members in his time there was about extending physical and psychological torture.  It’s more effective to fuck with a person if one alternates moments of good and bad stimuli as opposed to all bad.  Making a rape victim cum, giving them breaks during the attack, even fucking others in front of them, these go a long way to adding layers to the attack.  When he started, all he cared about was the physical act of rape itself, but it took working with some real sick fucks like Steve and Joe and Bubbles to up his game to a PhD in Rapeology.

Now, he just needed the right setup to not only have a reason to strip everyone but to set up the next three men to fuck Morgana: Joe, James, and Tommy.  He knew as soon as he heard the plan about mentally torturing Drew that they would make him watch everyone and their mother fuck his wife, but needed to come up with the right reason and batting order.  Sam played the whole thing through his mind several times, thinking what would make the most impact.  Once Drew watched his friends fuck his wife, no other guy would have as much of an impact, even one covered in his own blood.  But Joe going first will build the anticipation of what’s next.  That’s the secret of torture that most people overlook.  It’s not what’s happening now, but what’s next that is worse.  It’s giving hope and taking it away that crushes a spirit, but letting the victim guess what’s next while just giving them a taste and letting their minds build a nightmare scenario for them.  By introducing Joe first, Drew will have no choice but to guess what happens next, but can only assume it’s the other men.  He won’t even notice Joe enough, he’ll be too preoccupied with wondering what James and Tommy look like fucking his bride.

He took a look around the room, gauging everyone’s reaction to JC’s forced ass to mouth on Bianca.  James looked worried and pissed.  Their Aussie friend had little to no prior info on JC, or Jesus to his friends.  As far as anyone knew, JC was completely out of the picture until dinnertime last night.  It was only after seeing Bianca Jones in that picture did JC jump to action, and even that was a surprise.  As soon as Steve told Sam the story about how Bianca cost JC a job at Pharma so many years ago, Sam felt sorry for Bianca.  He could only imaging what close to a decade of pent-up revenge could do to a serial rapist.  With that in mind, he knew he’d have to keep an eye on JC for the whole weekend.  Last thing they need was this turning into a 187 in Big Bobby K’s backyard.  Aislinn, the really skinny girl, was in a world of fear and panic watching Bianca’s assault.  She was sickened and terrified of what her sister was going through, but now that Bianca was getting choked with a dick, she did the math and realized that the same would happen to her, if not worse.  Tommy, he was neutral as before.  If anything, he looked like he had a ton of guilt on his face.  He came up with this whole crazy plan as a way to break up Drew and Morgana all so he could sweep in and take her from her husband.  Aislinn and Bianca were innocent bystanders in this plan, but by the end of the weekend they’d be cocksore beyond belief.  ‘Was cocksore even a word?  Should be.  Cocksore: adjective, to be fucked so thoroughly that one is in serious or immense pain.  Example, these women will be cocksore for sure after multiple gangrapes this weekend.’  Then there was Drew.  He watched with horror as Morgana’s boss was throatraped just a couple meters from him.  ‘Probably still uses metric for all his distances.  You’re in the fucking States now, Drew!’  Sam thought to himself, then chuckled.  Mari was the only one to hear it.

It was right after JC almost choked Bianca on his cock and she spit up on all over herself that JC gave Sam the excuse he needed to strip everyone and get Kim’s opinion on the next few batters.  He had the right flow, but wanted to make sure that his better half agreed.  If she wanted to taste the blonde bitch now, she had first dibs.

As Bianca struggled to catch her breath, her attacker climbed down.  He looked at her, then talked in a mocking tone.  “Aww, what a shame.  Those clothes are such a mess.  Completely ruined.  Time to get rid of them.”  With that, he grabbed a knife he found nearby and smiled.  He was going to enjoy this.  JC flipped open the pocket knife and saw the fear in Bianca’s eyes.  For a moment, he lost himself and seriously contemplated killing the bitch.  But he caught himself.  He hadn’t even fucked her ass yet, what fun is there in raping a corpse?  He stepped closer, making sure she saw the knife just right in the light.  She still hadn’t gotten over the forced oral invasion when she saw him whip out the knife and hold it near her face.  He brought the back end of the knife against her skin, and whatever composure she had washed away as she cried and begged through the gag for him not to hurt her.  With an expert move, he sliced the left strap of her sports bra, followed by the right strap.  He unzipped the zipper in the front, and released her 38DD breasts for all to see.  He sliced the shoestrings off of her shoes and removed those, then took the socks off.  He grabbed the waistband of her yoga pants and pulled.  “Lift your ass or I’ll cut them off, and I might just knick ya.”  She lifted her ass as high up as it could go, easily giving him enough room to take her pants off.  As he pulled the yoga pants off enough to clear her knees, he got a good look at her white floral panties.  He didn’t ask for help in removing those.  He grabbed and pulled as hard as he could 4 times, almost yanking her from the chair.  Eventually they stretched enough for him to cut them off of her.  A moment of cutting her pants to shreds later, and she was naked in front of the whole group, wearing only the zip-ties and ring gag.  JC could feel himself getting turned on seeing her naked and afraid.  Before he decided to take her right here and now, Sam spoke up.

“Y’know, I don’t think it’s fair that Morgana and Bianca are completely naked, but everyone else is dressed.  What do you think Kimmypoo?”  Sam said, playing with Mari’s tits in her bra.

“I think you’re right.  Too many people have too many clothes on.”  She said, after catching video of JC stripping Bianca.  Her duties as camerawoman were keeping her hands out of her pants, but she felt that would soon change.  Or at least enough for her to have some fun.

“Dave, I’ll work on this bitch here.  Mind taking care of the light work?”  Sam said, pulling his hands out to undo Mari’s bra clasp.  With tits as big as hers, tractor trailer locking systems are less complicated than a bra clasp.  Once undone, he slid the straps off of her shoulders and pushed down, freeing her tits for everyone to see.  He moved in front of Mari, kneeling in front of her to remove her short red pumps.  He stroked her feet briefly before grabbing the waistline of her pants.

As Sam worked on stripping Mari, Steve grabbed a pair of scissors he ‘found’ in Joe’s truck.  When it came to removing clothes, he preferred scissors to a knife.  While the knife is the ultimate multitasker during a rape, the scissors are better at their intended purpose.  Plus, they’re almost as good of a weapon.  He made his way over to Aislinn, who was shaking and crying.  Steve could see that the cute, skinny girl was having a panic attack, and this made his dick twitch in anticipation.  As he reached out to grab her shirt, she thrashed and tried to get away, but she had nowhere to go.  With her hands being bound in such an awkward way, any attempts to get away would probably cause serious injury.  When Steve grabbed her maroon t-shirt, she screamed so loud through her gag that if anyone was within a mile of the cabin they might take notice.  He cut through her shirt in a few quick cuts, exposing her little tits to everyone.

“This little slut’s not wearing a bra.”  Steve said, lowering his voice again.  A few more cuts and he removed her shirt.  Her tiny tits were so inviting, he couldn’t help but lean over and lick a nipple.  She whined something fierce as he did.  As Steve went to cut off her shorts, that’s when he noticed they were wet.  Steve laughed, and Kim turned to see what was going on.  Kim zoomed in on the wet shorts, then up at Aislinn.

“Little Aislinn pissed herself!”  Kim said, laughing.  “Aww, is this too scawy for you, wittle girl?”  Kim then reached out and grabbed one of Aislinn’s nipples and twisted, just for the fun of it.  “Let her sit in her own piss for a while, I’ve got an idea.”  Kim handed the camera to JC as she ran to the kitchen and searched through the cabinets for something.

JC didn’t really want to deal with the camera now, but he was the only one not busy stripping or planning.  He checked the action around the room.  Steve was carefully cutting Aislinn’s shorts off while keeping her panties on, while Sam had wiggled Mari’s yoga pants and her red lacy panties off over her hips.  With the way she was restrained to the chair, he’d have no choice but to either cut her loose and pull things down or cut her pants and panties apart.  Sam turned to JC.

“NotDave, how many more of those zip-ties you got?”

“A buttload.”  JC responded.  Sam cut the zip-tie holding Mari’s handcuffs to the chair and slid her pants and panties down.  JC moved quickly across the room, grabbing a couple spare ties for Sam.  Instead of tying her to the chair between her legs like last time, he reconnected her to the chair over the side.  This way, he could have some fun with her later on.  Ever since they confirmed that they were in for this mission, he knew he had to eat her pussy at least once.  And now, he was going to do it while her husband fucked Morgana.

Before JC left, Sam asked him to come down to his level and talk.  “You okay?”  Sam whispered to JC.  The skinny, sexy man nodded.  Sam was stern in his response.  “Keep your shit in check.  I only know a little, but keep your shit in check.  We got all weekend to have some fun, we’re not even an hour in yet.  Okay.  You got all weekend to hurt her, don’t go overboard right away.”

JC nodded again before talking.  “I’m good.  I’ll get my pound of flesh without doing any permanent physical damage.”

“Good.”  Sam said.  “Hey, you mind helping strip Joe here?  He’s up next for Morgana.  Then James and Tommy, then our girl, as long as she’s cool with it.” 

JC thought for a moment, then nodded.  “Yeah, as long as she’s cool with it.”  It wasn’t that JC didn’t want to touch Joe with as much blood as he had on him, nor did he think that stripping him was too gay.  He wasn’t sure how Bubbles would react to just running around inflicting more torture instead of getting her fuck on.  That’s when he heard a squeal come from the kitchen.

“I found it!”  She brought a couple items with her from the kitchen.  One thing with these cabins designed for large families, they come equipped with well-stocked kitchens.  That includes most of the standard accessories to cook a large meal, including spare drinking cups, straws, tongs, and basters.  She put some stuff on the kitchen counter and took off her black Adidas hoodie, showing off her white tank top and the plethora of tattoos on her arms.  She left her hoodie in the kitchen as she returned to the living room and Steve, who had cut Aislinn’s shorts to pieces but hadn’t removed them yet.  Her seat was wet with piss.  Bubbles grabbed the small baster and a cup, and sucked up some of Aislinn’s urine with it, filling the cup.  Steve peeled the shorts back, having cut them along both leg holes up to and through the waistband.  He left her panties in place, her cute blue tanga-cut panties that contrasted beautifully against her tan skin.  Bubbles sucked up about a quarter cup of piss from the seat with the baster into the measuring cup.  After she got as much piss as she thought she could, she motioned to Steve to lift Aislinn’s ass up a bit.  He did, and she used the tongs to pick up her piss-soaked shorts.

Bubbles turned to Drew, who was sitting in the chair wondering what hell they’d come up with next.  He didn’t have wait long to find out.  Bubbles whipped him with the remnants of Aislinn’s shorts, slapping him across the face and head with them.  Then, to make matters worse, she threw the cup of piss in his face.  It was only a couple ounces, but it was enough to make him smell worse than he already did.  She walked over to him, and scrunched her nose.

“God Damn.  Just remember, you caused this.  All of this.  What do you think we should do next, Drew?  Should my big friend over there fuck that petite sister-in-law of yours into a coma, or maybe I take a stab at teaching your wife to eat pussy?  You’d like that, wouldn’t you?  Watching your wife les out, it’s probably been a fucking dream of yours for years.  Well, you know what I think?  I think there’s four guys here who haven’t fucked your wife yet, and if they know what’s good for them and her, they’ll do her like the whore she is.  If they don’t, well, you saw how many guns we have.  So whatdya say, who fucks your wife next?”  She didn’t give him time to respond.  Instead, she stepped back a couple feet.  From left to right, she faced James, Tommy, Drew, and Joe.  “Eeney Meeny Miney Moe.  Catch a Tiger by the toe.  If it hollers let him go…”. She’d gone through three cycles and it was apparent she’d land on Joe.  “Eeney.”  James.  “Meeny.”  Tommy.  “Miney.”  Drew.  “Moe.  Joe is Moe, and that rhymes.”

Morgana looked on with shock as Kim played a kid’s game to pick her next rapist.  For a moment she hoped she’d get a reprieve.  The three men who broke into the cabin had raped her, maybe they’d be satisfied.  Instead, she threatened her sister, talked about making her eat her out, and then listed the four remaining men to fuck her, two of which are her mates.  She was filled with dread when she realized that her torment would continue further, knowing that these sick fucks were gonna get a kick out of making her fuck her mates in front of her husband.  She then had a horrible realization.  Tommy was on that list, and Drew would watch him fuck her.  What if he went too far into trying to ‘play along’ and they broke into one of their lovemaking sessions?  What if Drew realized that she’d been fucking Tommy for about a month?  The thought scared her so much she barely paid attention as Kim and the one with the Dad Bod worked on stripping Joe.  ‘Joe, that’s Karen’s husband.  The one that’s a bloody mess.’  She then let out a panicked scream when she saw them stand up Joe.

Steve and Kim cut Joe’s restraints from behind his head and picked him up.  JC stood around with the camera, filming.  ‘It was a way of helping’, he thought.  Joe looked like shit, blood covering every square inch of his face and torso.  His shirt was soaked in his own blood, and the wound on his forehead had just stopped bleeding.  Of course, Joe was in good enough condition to do whatever he needed to, but sold the blading and previous beating like death.  That’s why he had a semi-successful career as an independent wrestler, he knew how to work a crowd.  He knew from this crowd that the thieves were in charge and that shit was just starting.  He also knew how to sell an injury as much worse than it was and how to act one way when the story calls for it.  The story called for him acting like he got his ass kicked and he would reluctantly fuck Morgana.  All he needed was a little help getting undressed and given the proper motivation in front of the crowd.  He knew Sam would provide that, as soon as Sam pulled his head from between Mari’s thighs.  Joe should be pissed, but he knew the Vegas Rule applied this weekend.  ‘What happens here, stays here.’

Sam stood as Kim returned from the kitchen with the first aid kit Bianca used on her earlier.  After putting on some gloves and grabbing an extra-large bandage for Joe’s head, she went to work stripping him.  “Don’t get any ideas asshole, that’s just so we don’t get your blood on her face.  I don’t want to sit on your blood.”  She said it just loud enough for the others to hear.  Sam stepped in front of Joe.

“Here’s the deal, dipshit.  You don’t know her, never met her before, but you’re going to fuck her and fuck her good.  Do you know why?  Because I’ll be over there with your wife, and if I don’t think you’re doing a good enough job, well, people have accidents all the time out in the woods.  She wouldn’t be the first hiker to go missing.  Or maybe I’ll have your wife take blondie’s spot and let everyone and their mother rape the shit out of her, then kill her for shits and giggles.  How’s that for motivation?  You know, just in case a chance to fuck that super hot blonde wasn’t enough.  Kimmypoo, make sure he’s ready go.  I have a date with his wife.”  Sam walked back over to Mari, who looked scared at what Sam said.  Fortunately for him, she didn’t have to act much, just Joe.

As Sam walked back to Mari, JC stepped back and filmed Steve cut off Joe’s shirt while Bubbles took off his sandals.  For some reason, he wore sandals with socks, like some German tourist.  She unbuttoned the khaki cargo shorts that were stained with blood, and let them fall to the floor.  His red boxer briefs were next, and she pulled them down.  He was sporting a bit of a chub, but Bubbles grabbed his dick and stroked it to full attention.  She whispered something in his hear, no one else could hear it, but soon his 5-inch dick was at full attention.  Bubbles and Steve walked Joe over to the fold-out couch bed where Morgana was still bound to, and then each grabbed one of Morgana’s ankles.  Joe looked over his shoulder, and could see Sam with his face between his wife’s legs.

“Remember, fuck’er like you mean it if you know what’s good for you.”  Kim said.  Joe let a scowl cross his face as Sam slid Mari forward to the edge of the seat, getting his ski mask covered face right in her twat.  Joe felt his dick twitch, then turned to Morgana.  She was again crying, knowing that this was going hurt.  But before Joe awkwardly climbed onto the bed, he felt Kim’s hand on his dick.  She was rubbing some lube on it.  To be honest she stroked him a little longer than she needed to, just to tease him.  Then, she slapped him on the ass before he climbed on the bed.

Trying to get his dick into Morgana’s pussy with his hands bound and her dryer than the Sahara wasn’t going to be easy, but at least the lube helped him get in.  Once he was lined up with her entrance, he pushed in.  Even with her not being in the mood and fighting against this, she still felt great.  He knelt between her legs, getting used to the feel before he slowly fucked her.  With all the women he’s fucked or raped over the years, she was in the top echelon as far as looks went.  His only complaint was that for the rest of the day at least he had to pretend that he was also a victim.  ‘God, can’t wait to fuck the shit out of her tomorrow.  For now, a good fuck to put on a good show.’

As Joe fucked Morgana, Sam was going to town eating out Mari.  He licked and flicked her clit while reaching up and playing with her big ol’ titties.  Her 36DD’s were impressive, and still in great condition for being in her 40’s with three kids.  She moaned as Sam teased her and toyed with her.  He savored her taste, lapping up her juices as her breathing became staccato.  He kept at it, knowing it wasn’t long until he made her cum.  Just as she was about to scream out loud, she felt a hand over her face from behind.  It was JC.  He switched the shots between focucing on Joe fucking Morgana, Joe looking back and watching his best friend eat out his wife, and Mari having her fun.  JC didn’t trust Mari not to scream out something stupid like their names, so he covered her mouth just as she was about to cum.  It helped, as she let out an almost deafening roar through his hand.

Joe fucked Morgana a little harder when he saw and heard Mari orgasm.  He took that as a cue to go a little rougher on the blonde, and it worked.  Morgana’s natural systems went to work protecting her, adding her own lubricants to the mix and letting Joe go a little faster and faster.  He still stayed on his knees, enjoying the view from where he was, watching Morgana’s tits bounce back and forth as he fucked her, her tears going down her cheeks, and the look of disgust on her face as she saw her current violator’s visage and looked away.  She looked to the back of the couch, too ashamed and hurt to see Drew’s face as this stranger fucked her in front of him.

As Mari came down from her orgasm, Sam pulled her off of the chair and onto the floor, lying on her back. She was still attached to the chair, but now with her hands secured to one of the legs above the supporting braces.  There were enough ties in place to let her spin around on her back or on her front.  Now, Sam wanted her on her back.  He’d wanted to fuck her for years, but that was always out of bounds.  Today, he was taking his shot.  Sam leaned over and guided his prick into her love tunnel and pushed, feeling her warmth around him.  He sat for a moment before picking up the pace.  Pretty soon, Mari let out a little moan to match Sam’s as he fucked her.

Across the room, Bianca kept her eyes glued on the skinny man that assaulted her.  He was busy filming the action, but every minute or so looked her way with a look that screamed that he was just getting started.  The way he looked at her terrified her.  Speaking of terrified, Aislinn sat and watched yet another man rape her sister, this time almost begrudgingly.  She said almost because as the event wore on, he seemed to get more and more into it.  Aislinn let her imagination run into overdrive as she imagined all of the horrible, nasty things they’d do to her.  They already made Morgy fuck four guys and likely three more, plus that psycho Asian woman with the tattoos was probably going to have her fun with her too.  Now that fat guy was fucking Karen, and the skinny guy had raped Bianca’s mouth and looked like he wanted another go at her.  Aislinn had no clue how sick and depraved they could be, but if they didn’t leave soon who knows what sick shit they’d make her do.  They’d probably rape her every way possible, with every person here.  Including her own sister.  And they were filming everything!  Aislinn screamed again into her gag, briefly getting Dad Bod’s attention.  He was the one that cut off her clothes and was there when she pissed herself.  It was super embarrassing, but she also couldn’t help it.  She hadn’t had a panic attack like this in years, if ever, and being left alone somehow made it worse.  Aislinn knew that eventually they’d turn their attention to her, but not knowing when made the fear all the more palpable.

As Aislinn shook in fear realizing her eventually fate, Steve laughed.  He was going to enjoy making her cry out in pain.  He could feel his dick twitch at the thought. 

But first, down to business.  Kim figured out the batting order Sam wanted to use without them saying a word.  They would go with James, then Tommy.  After that, Bubbles would call an audible and have some fun of her own, and that fun included Drew.  Before anyone on that list could fuck Morgana, they’d need to strip down first.  Bubbles would take care of herself shortly, but first up was James.  Out of everyone in the cabin, James was the only person who dressed up for a day off.  He was a pair of steel-toed boots away from working on the construction site.  Bubbles went to work untying his shoes and slipping them off, followed by his socks.  As she reached for his belt buckle, Steve took the scissors and cut through his green polo shirt from bottom to top.  James sat still, not that he could do anything to protest this, what with his hands bound behind his head like they were.  Once the shirt was cut in half, Bubbles unbuttoned his jeans and undid his zipper.  He lifted his bum so she could grab his jeans and undies and pull them down.  She stopped right before pulling his jeans down the whole way, teasing him and his growing erection.  Bubbles smiled up at him, then pulled the jeans down the rest of the way.  He wasn’t at full mast, but a few skilled strokes and licks from the Asian goddess between his legs did the trick.  As she played with James’s cock, she looked up at him.

“Now, you know what you have to do.  Your ‘mates’ safety is on the line, possibly their lives.  You don’t fuck her good, he pays the price.”  Bubbles turned to Tommy, who was next in line.  “Same goes to you.  What did he call you out there, Twinkletoes?  You don’t fuck her good, Drew has a run-in with a bear outside.”  With that, Bubbles put her mouth on James’s dick and fluffed him to a full erection.  James could see why Sam was so smitten with her.

JC filmed the action back and forth.  He’d rather be fucking Bianca like the whore she was, but he knew better.  Plus, this was some good shit.  Joe was fucking Morgana on the couch bed, Sam fucked Mari on the floor, and Bubbles was blowing James.  As Bubbles kept James hard with her mouth, she pulled off her white tank top, showing off her pink bra and couple dozen temporary tattoos across her torso, chest, neck, and arms.  Aside from fucking Bianca, he really wanted to get a piece of her, if she were up for it. 

He turned his attention to Joe on the bed, who picked up the pace and his breathing came short as shallow as he fucked Morgana.  He’d dropped the pretenses of fucking her to save his wife and was now fucking her long and hard while Sam did the same to his wife.  Joe was getting ready to cum.  He arched his back and grunted as he slammed into Morgana’s cunt one last time, shooting his seed deep into her.  He jerked rapidly as he came and caught his breath.  As Joe pulled out of Morgana’s pussy, he had a close-up of his semen leaking out of her.  He then panned to her face, capturing her tears.

As Joe was led from the bed and back to his chair, he stepped past Sam fucking his wife.  Steve reconnected Joe’s zip-ties to the leg of the chair, like how his wife was connected to hers.  Joe saw the scene unfolding in front of him.  Mari was now on her knees, holding onto the chair for balance as Sam fucked her doggystyle.  He gripped his hips and held on as her moans built to a low scream as she orgasmed on his dick.  Sam followed that soon after by pulling out and shooting his load all over her back.  She collapsed on the ground, and he wiped himself with the panties she wore earlier before sitting down in the chair above her. 

“That’s one hot wife you’ve got there.  Everyone should get a turn with her.”  Sam said, slapping Joe in the chest.

Bubbles lifted her head off of James’s hard cock and stood.  “Okay mate, time to fook yer mate, mate.  Do a good job, you save yer mate’s mate, mate.”  She pulled a box cutter out of her pocket and sliced loose his bonds.  She led him to the bed, past Drew and to Morgana.  “Have at her then, Mate.”
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Re: Pharma (Chapter 56 Posted)
« Reply #175 on: July 02, 2022, 08:42:08 PM »
I really hope that Aislinn really appreciate that they are taking it easy on her! Really nice to see that they are including Mari in the full experience. This might be mean but I for one would like to see Joe actually lose consciousness from the lost of blood!. Absolutely perfect having Kim prep James before letting him loose on Morgana!
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« Reply #176 on: July 05, 2022, 07:44:40 PM »
Thanks TGH.  Aislinn should be really appreciative, but she's all crying and panicky.  Doesn't even realize how good she's got it.   >:D



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Chapter 57(MF,rape,oral,bond,s&m,viol)




Bubbles lifted her head off of James’s hard cock and stood.  “Okay mate, time to fook yer mate, mate.  Do a good job, you save yer mate’s mate, mate.”  She pulled a box cutter out of her pocket and sliced loose his bonds.  She led him to the bed, past Drew and to Morgana.  “Have at her then, Mate.”  Kim then slapped his ass, leaving there with his cock pointing in the wind, and Morgana lying on the couch bed. 

The guys didn’t need to hold her down or hold her legs open this time, she heard the threats.  If James doesn’t fuck her, they die.  After the last fuck, at least this one wasn’t some bloody twerp or psychotic rapist.  No, this was in some ways worse.  It was her friend, a colleague, and someone she trusted.  And once again, it was just a meter or so from her Drew.  She closed her eyes, resigning herself to her momentary fate.

It’s not exactly how James drew it up in his mind all those months ago when he first laid eyes on her, but it’ll do.  Especially since he knew that they had the whole weekend and he knew how sick and perverted his friends truly were.  This was his first fuck of the weekend, and there were bound to be many, many more.  He climbed onto the bed and shimmied himself into position.  Even with being less than enthused, she felt better and was more responsive than when she was drugged out of her gourd and passed out all those weeks ago.  How he’d repress a smile or continue playing the victim or forced accomplice, that would stretch his limited acting abilities to the brink.

Morgana had resigned herself to another disturbing and disgusting sexual act at the hands of these crazed gunmen, but the fact that it was with her friend James almost made her panic.  She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t found him a little cute over the last few months, but he was old enough to be her father.  He was probably good looking 20 or 30 years ago, but he was in his 50’s now.  As he stripped down, she saw how well he took care of himself, and he wasn’t badly hung, either.  Still, this was her friend, someone who the thought of anything sexual with turned her stomach a little.

Or was it something else making her sick?

James penetrated Morgana as she tried to look away, only to get chastised by the fat man with the mask.  “Don’t you hide away from hubby over here, show him how much you’re enjoying it.”  He taunted her, forcing her to turn her head towards Drew.  He was hurt beyond what she’d ever seen before.  As much as the physical toll this took on her body, being raped now 5 times in about an hour, the fact that these men kept it going by having a bloody stranger join in followed by her friend broke Drew’s heart.  What made matters worse is that James was getting into it and making sure that he paid attention to Morgy’s body and reactions.  He wasn’t using her like a glorified sex doll like the other monsters, he was at least trying to be kind and gentle.

Of course, James was in it for himself but wanted to see if he could push her to like it, too.  Getting her to orgasm from being raped in front of her husband would definitely stick with Drew the rest of his days, but James doubted he had the strength or stamina to pull that off.  He kept going in and out in a rhythmic motion, trying to get her in on the depravity without being too overt about it.  He had a feeling that the next in line would be more than willing to go all out with her in making love to her instead of just fucking or raping her.

Speaking of the next in line, Tommy sat bound to the chair with his hands behind his head, watching the events unfold.  As much as it hurt to see HIS Morgana in pain, he knew deep down that this was what was needed to scare Drew off for good.  At least that was the plan.  She was getting into what James was doing to her, but not enough for the goal he had in mind.  As he watched, Bubbles sauntered over, boxcutter in hand.

“Don’t move, might get cut.”  She grabbed his t-shirt and sliced it opened then cut it off.  She then slid down to her knees, between his legs, and grabbed his gym shorts by the waistband.  He lifted his butt a bit to let her slip his shorts off, then they repeated the process for his black boxer briefs.  After that, the only thing he wore were the zip-ties around his wrists and the gag in his mouth.  Looking around the room, the only two people with any clothes left on were Bubbles and Aislinn.  Bubbles, because she was still stripping the men and Aislinn because they wanted her to sit in her piss-soaked panties.  When Bubbles removed Tommy’s shorts, she freed his healthy 7-inch cock and gave it a little kiss.  Then she gave it a couple more kisses, then began flicking it with her tongue as she gave him a little head.  At this point, she was more interested in keeping him hard than getting him off.  She knelt up from her position, still wearing her pink bra and gray workout pants so she could whisper in his ear.  “Make her cum.”  She then kissed him on the lips quickly once then made her way back down to between his legs.

As Bubbles was blowing Tommy, Sam got up and walked around the room, taking everything in.  JC was still filming but would glare at Bianca every few minutes.  ‘If I weren’t’ busy running the handheld camera, I’d be balls deep in her ass by now.’  JC thought to himself as he moved between Bubbles blowing Tommy and James fucking Morgana.  He saw Sam and Steve make sure that Joe was reattached to the chair, then Steve stood guard by James.  That’s when he saw Sam wave him over.  JC approached.

“Hey, what’s your next move?”  Sam asked in a whisper.

“How do you mean?”  JC replied.  He wasn’t sure what Sam was getting to. 

“Do I need to ask who and what you want to do when you’re up next?”  Sam said with a hint of concern.  His face would’ve shown it to, if it weren’t covered up by the mask.

“If I need to say it, I’ll say it.  Bianca’s mine first.  That was my bargain for coming up.  I get her first, I get her worst.”

“Fine.”  Sam turned towards Kim.  “Kimmypoo, whose camera is this?”
Bubbles lifted her head off of Tommy’s cock and responded.  “That’s Tommy’s.”

“Which room is his?”

“Downstairs.”  She said, before putting her mouth back down on his dick.

“Is that right Tommy, your room is downstairs?”  Sam asked.  Tommy nodded.  “You ain’t lying, are you?  You lie, she bites down for all she’s worth.”  Tommy looked scared on the comment, unable to say anything of substance with the gag in his mouth.  He turned back to JC.  “You go find a fresh battery, hopefully another SD card.  I’ll take inventory of what Joe and his bitch brought.  When you come back up, one of us will take over camera.”  Sam directed his gaze at Bianca.  “Then you can have all the fun you want with her.”  Sam said that last part loud enough for everyone to hear, especially Bianca.  Her eyes went wide in fear hearing that as JC walked swiftly past her, smiling an evil smile that could be seen through his mask.

James enjoyed the rhythm, though he had a hard time holding himself with his hands tied like they were.  Normally he’d prop himself on his elbows or use his hands to keep his position.  Instead, he’s stuck in an awkward pose the whole time.  What this did was distract him and took him out of the moment a couple times, making it harder to fuck her.  When he felt like he was getting close, he’d cramp up or get sore.  Eventually, he had to shift his position to where he fucked her from a kneeling position.  All this did was burn up his thighs and calves.

While James was doing this, Sam dragged Mari and Joe’s luggage back over to the recliner so he could take inventory.  He knew what was in the bag, he helped pack it back at the hotel room before they left this morning.  Still, he needed to put on the show for the real victims, the real targets.  With all of the shit they’d do to them this weekend, they needed a good backstory.  As soon as Bubbles pulled out her strap-on, the whole idea of a random break-in gone awry goes out the window, unless there’s a good reason for it.  They already set up one of the three cameras they brought, along with one of the four ring gags.  Fortunately, they were different sizes, so that could explain that away, as well as the multiple vibrators and dildos.  Two of the strap-on kits could be explained away as them being a little kinky, but not all four.  The kinky excuse could work for some of the bondage gear and a couple sets of handcuffs, leg irons, and straps for the bed, but not all of it.  A close examination would show that there was enough stuff for a whole weekend of sex, including enough Cialis and Blue Chew to keep everyone hard for a month.  He had an idea for this later on, but it would require sending someone out of the cabin for a little trip.  His idea for that was have someone drive Joe’s truck down the path for a bit then come back about an hour later.  There was a little sex shop not too far from the cabin.  But if they couldn’t get away for that, or there wasn’t enough time for the subterfuge to work, he would find a way to explain away everything.

As Sam was going through Joe and Mari’s luggage, JC was downstairs rifling through Tommy’s bags.  He was told that Tommy planned this little operation and had stuffed away all of the gear in his travel kit.  Problem was that they were out of communication with Tommy for over a day and he had no clue which bag was his kit.  That meant going through all of Tommy’s stuff until he found the extra SD cards and batteries.  He took longer than he wanted to find them, and all because he was too tired and wired and horny to think straight.  It was only after rifling through Tommy’s dirty laundry did JC sit on the bed and think.

He closed the door and sat on the bed, thinking out loud.  “Now, if I were Tommy and thought I’d be tied up and unable to tell my captors where I stuffed the extra equipment, where would I put it?  I’d have to hide it to keep anyone else from finding it and getting suspicious, but I had the camera with me so that wasn’t a secret.  Tommy’s a pretty organized guy, so if I were organized, I’d keep my camera stuff with my computer stuff and tech toys.  Where would I keep my computer?  In my computer bag.  Which one is my computer bag?  I wouldn’t bring my work computer bag and I’m young, so I use a bookbag because specialty laptop bags aren’t as comfortable and are for old people.  Now, where is my bookbag?”  JC looked around the room for Tommy’s bookbag and found it sitting in the bottom of the wardrobe.  Sure enough, the IT stuff was in there.  Laptop, chargers, cables, and a camcorder bag with extra batteries and SD cards.  JC shook his head.  He might be more tired than he thought.  “After all this shit today, I’m going to crash so fucking hard tonight.”

James was fucking Morgana when JC returned from the basement.  It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why he was so excited.  As soon as he climbed the steps, JC had his mind on Bianca.  He sped through the kitchen to the living room and handed the camera, spare batteries, and SD cards to Sam.  Sam didn’t get a moment to object or ask who was going to run the camera next before JC grabbed some clothesline they ‘found’ in Joe’s truck, some lube from Joe’s luggage, and a knife then made a bee line to Bianca. 

He had evil intentions, but needed a plan.  He looked around the room for a moment.  There were the benches he dragged in from outside that would more than support both of their weights, but were a little small.  He looked at the coffee table.  It was a nice table, looked sturdy, but didn’t want to take any chances with that.  The floor was a good idea as well, but he wasn’t a fan of fucking on hardwood floors.  He thought about securing her to the top of the couch but there wasn’t anywhere nice to secure her to.  That’s when he saw the dining table off to the side.  It was strong, but too far away from the rest of the action.  What good is it to rape a bitch in front of her friends if her friends don’t see it.  Then he saw the strewn about couch cushions that was and when the idea hit him.  He grabbed the two benches and the cushions from the couch and made a makeshift bed in the living room, in front of Bianca and Aislinn.  Three seat cushions were placed on top of the benches.  He used some of the clothesline to secure the benches to each other so they wouldn’t fall open while fucking her ass.  After making sure his handiwork was good, JC tied one end of the rope around and through the zip-tie around her wrists.  Once secured, he cut the tie connecting her to the chair and grabbed her by hair.

“Move it cunt.”  JC pulled Bianca up out of her chair by her hair and led her to the makeshift bench bed.  Without giving her any warnings or instructions, he shoved her down onto the cushions, face down.  He moved quickly, tying her hands to the legs of the bench underneath.  He had her secured in a few seconds flat.  She dared not try to get up and run away.  Bianca knew that doing so would likely get someone killed, most likely her.  All she could do was cooperate and hope she made it through this mess alive.

JC wanted her to see what he was going to do to her, so he grabbed her legs and started spinning her.  “Roll over.”  She obliged, knowing that fighting wasn’t in her best interest.  As soon as she was on her back, she felt a rope tied around her left ankle, then another one around her right ankle.  He was going to tie her legs off to something, he just wasn’t sure what.  That’s when he decided to use the legs of the bench closest to her head.  This way, her knees would be near her face and her ass and pussy exposed for his use.  She cried through the ring gag as she was stretched much further than she was used to.  Even with doing yoga regularly, she wasn’t nearly this flexible.  Once both feet were tied, he admired his handiwork for a moment while stroking his cock.

Sam had taken over the filming duties after replacing the battery on Tommy’s camera.  JC didn’t bring the charger up with him, just the spare batteries.  He shook his head, then focused on the action throughout the room.  James’s fucking of Morgana took on a different tone as he watched JC get ready to fuck Bianca.  Bubbles was blowing Tommy just enough to keep him rock hard for Morgana.  Aislinn was shaking like a leaf watching Bianca right in front of her, wondering what was going to happen to her next.  Joe relaxed on his chair as Steve played with Mari’s tits and pussy.  Drew was seething with anger and crushed at the same time, watching one of his mates fuck his wife.  Out of everyone in the room, the only three with any clothes on were Bubbles, Drew, and Aislinn.  Bubbles still had on her pink bra and everything from the waist down.  Drew was in a similar boat with his cargo shorts, boots, and so on.  Only his shirt, which was cut to shreds earlier to serve as gags for everyone, was removed.  If anything, he gained some clothes after Bubbles draped Aislinn’s piss-soaked shorts on his head.  Sam walked over to JC to get a better shot of JC and Bianca.

Jonathan Crenshaw, also known as Jesus or JC to his friends, had waited for more than 6 years to get back at Bianca.  Ever since that incident where she claimed that he made inappropriate comments about her and her staff, about how she claimed that he told one of her co-workers how much he’d like to fuck her brains out, how nice her tits were, and how hot she was, and how he made her feel unsafe in the workplace because he supposedly activated her webcam one day remotely when there was no need for it.  All of that cost him a position with Pharma, where he convinced himself he’d be an IT Director by this point.  And it was all her fault.  He’d dreamed of getting back at her, making her scream and cry.  He wasn’t even going to come up this weekend until he saw Bianca Jones in the backseat of Drew’s car.  Now here she was, strung up like a prize game hunt.  No, it was better than a prize game hunt.  It was THE perfect rape waiting to happen.

JC lined his cock up with her pussy lips and pushed in.  There was no pretense at foreplay, no thought about getting her wet to make this a little easier.  No, he wanted to hurt her like she hurt him all those years ago.  He slammed into her pussy with force, causing Bianca to puff out her words as she lost her breath.  As soon as he was in, he started fucking her with quick, hard strokes.  She cried and moaned in pain.  Past experience told her that usually the worst part of a rape was the beginning, the first few minutes before the body moistened itself as a self-defense reflex.  From all of the times Phil forced himself on her when she wasn’t willing, she knew that part would come soon.  Even from the couple times when she was younger and attacked, her body would eventually protect itself from permanent harm.  But this man, this monster wasn’t in it for any normal sex.  He wanted to hurt her, like it was personal.

As Bianca tried to focus on anything other than the pain, like why this man in particular was targeting her, he grabbed a hold of her long, brown hair and pulled her head up to look at him.

“LOOK AT ME WHILE I’M FUCKING YOU, YOU DIRTY WHORE!”  Then, out of nowhere, he took his free hand and slapped her tits as hard as he could.  There was no way to block out that pain, and she cried some more.  As he fucked her, he held her hair in place, staring at her the whole time.

James saw the way JC fucked Bianca, and it took him out of his rhythm.  As much as he knew that this was going to happen, watching her get raped just a few meters away made his blood boil.  ‘When this is all said and done, I’m gonna whoop his fookin’ arse.’  He told himself this as he felt his legs burn and his balls swell.  He fucked Morgana a little harder, feeling his orgasm building in time.

While James was busy with Morgana and JC with Bianca, Steve played with Mari’s tits and fingered her pussy.  He really wanted to fuck soon, but was trying to figure out which way to go.  He’d love to have another go at Morgana, maybe rip her shitter to pieces.  He’d probably get one shot at Mari today but really wanted to do her in a tag team later on tonight in front of Joe.  Sam would probably be down for that, knowing that these two would ‘do anything’ tomorrow for us to stop hurting them.  Bianca had a fine ass, but who knows when he’d get a turn with her, or what condition she’d be in after JC was done with her.  And Bubbles, well, he’d probably fuck her at least once this weekend while she went on her Tsunami of Sexuality and fucked anyone and everyone in this place at least once.  Shit, she’d already blown three guys in the last half hour or so and was almost certain to add Drew to that list in a few minutes.  But he knew who he really wanted to give a good dicking to.

Aislinn.  Steve really wanted to give her something to cry about.  She’d been freaking out for the entire time they’ve been here, and frankly it was annoying him.  He wanted to fuck her every which way.  He also wanted to make her fuck Drew and Morgana.  When they all came to a stopping point, he’d talk it over with Sam and they could figure out how to best make the skinny bitch cry.  The thought of making Aislinn squeal as he fucked her brought his dick to attention.  Before he could take advantage of it, Sam came over, camera in hand.

Sam kneeled next to Steve and whispered.  “After Tommy, Bubbles is gonna have her fun.  Also thinking of offering Tommy out of the gag and zip tie.”  Steve looked at him a little confused, but Sam continued.  “Give him a chance to be a good boy, maybe get Morgana to cum in front of the hubby.”

“Need me on crowd control?”  Steve said in a whisper.

“Yeah.  Probably on cleanup a little with Drew and Aislinn.  At least blast them with some water.  They smell like piss.”  Sam said.

“Speaking of her, what’s the plan?”  Steve asked, keeping the whisper low.

Sam thought for a moment.  He fucked Morgana and Mari first, and JC was breaking in Bianca.  It would only be fair for him to have first run at Aislinn.  But Bubbles still hadn’t had a shot yet at what she wanted to do yet, either.  “Talk with Bubbles, you guys come up with a plan.  You’re the first guy to fuck her unless you want to do something else, like make the hubby fuck her.”

“Thought about that, just seeing how things will go.  Once Tommy’s good and James is back to his seat, we’ll figure out a plan.”  Steve said, still fingering Mari as he talked.  For her part, she moaned a little.  Sam walked back to record more of the action. 

Steve stood, dick sticking straight up, ready for its next victim.  ‘Too bad I have to clean up some messes first.’  He stared at Aislinn, causing her scream again into her gag.  He walked to the kitchen and grabbed some cleaning supplies, a jug for making iced tea, and a bottle of water.  He filled the jug with water, then grabbed a couple kitchen towels.  As he grabbed the supplies, he saw that James was fucking Morgana with a little more enthusiasm now.  Maybe it had something to do with JC fucking Bianca’s pussy while slapping her ass and tits over and over.

Bianca couldn’t believe what this man was doing to her.  Well, she could believe that she could be tied up and raped, but he was going over the top with the slapping and spanking and beating.  Each time she cried, begging him to stop, he just went harder.  Not that she could say anything through the ring gag.  She was in pain and couldn’t hold out anymore.  She sobbed as he slapped her tits over and over again.  This just excited him more.  She tried to turn to see what else was going on, but this asshole twisted her head back each time she looked around.  From what she could see, James was on his knees, fucking Morgana.

For her part, Morgana had to admit that James wasn’t bad.  It wasn’t as terrible as the other rapes, but by this point of the day she was sore and tired.  Her body was starting to respond a little to the way James screwed her, but that just made her feel worse.  Here she was, being gang raped in front of her husband, and now they were making her friends join in, and James was enjoying himself, and she was feeling good too.  All of this just built up to her crying again.  When she began to cry, that’s when she felt James stutter and heard him grunt something unintelligible.  The next thing she felt was James, cumming inside her.  She shuddered at the thought as her older mate came.  ‘Was it the tears?  Was it something else?’  Morgana asked herself that as he pulled out and was led off of the couch bed.

As James was led back to his chair, Steve sat him down and zip-tied him back to the chair, but in a much more comfortable position than before.  Instead of having his arms secured behind his head, they were attached to the leg of the chair.  He was still catching his breath when the last plastic click hit his ears.

Sam walked over to Tommy, who still had his dick in Bubbles’s mouth.  “I guess it’s your turn now, Tommy.  But I want to make a little deal with you.  You want to make a deal?”  Tommy nodded.  “Good.  I’m going to take your gag out, then I’m going to ask you a couple questions.  You answer them right, I’ll be a nice guy and cut off those zip-ties, replace them with something a little more comfortable.  Deal?”  Tommy nodded.  Sam went to remove the gag as Bubbles licked on Tommy’s member just a little bit more.  “Remember, don’t do anything stupid.  We’re the ones with the guns.”  Sam said right before untying the gag.  Tommy stretched out his jaw, opening his mouth a few times before stopping.  Sam looked him in the eye.  “How long do you have this room for?”

“Until Monday.”  Tommy said.

Sam looked around the room.  “You’ve got two uninvited guests according to my friend down in your lap.  Ever seen them before?”

“No.  Ahhh.”  Bubbles licking the skin underneath his cock head caught him off guard.

“You sure.  I’ve got a great lie detector around your cock right now.”  Sam said, then patted Bubbles on her head.

“Never seen them before.”  Tommy lied a little, but it was part of the show, he knew it.  Now that he got a look at them, he’d seen Joe a few times from the Club’s videos, and even saw Mari once recently with her husband as they raped a Hispanic woman.

“Anyone else coming over this weekend?  Any friends from out of town, someone running behind schedule?”

“No, no one else.”  Tommy said.

Sam nodded.  “So, it’s just you, your friends, your new friends, and us, your newest friends.  And you have this place for another 2 whole days.  Tell me, any plans we should know about, any activities you scheduled that they might send a search party out here?”

“No, nothing else was scheduled.  We were going figure that out after we got back from our hike.  Then you showed up.”  Tommy said.  He sucked in some air again, enjoying the work Bubbles was doing on his junk.

“So you’re telling me you have nothing else scheduled, no one else is showing up, and no one should expect any company or a rescue?”

“I don’t think so.”  Tommy said.

“So, it sounds like, if we were to stick around a little bit, you won’t have anyone showing up and asking us why we’re here until Monday.  Hot digity damn.  Kimmypoo, you are amazing.  You picked the best place to knock over, and we can hang out as long as we want.”  Sam said.

Bubbles lifted her head off of Tommy’s dick.  “I know how to pick’em honeybear.”

Sam reached behind Tommy with his knife and cut the zip tie around his wrists.  His arms were sore from being bent in this direction for so long.  “There ya go, up and at’em.”  Tommy felt his arms freed, but moved slowly.  He knew they wouldn’t do anything but had to make it look like he thought they would.

Bubbles stood up.  Steve stood off to the side while JC was fucking Bianca.  Sam motioned for Tommy to stand.  He did.

“Now, Tommy, since you’ve been such a friendly host, and you haven’t done anything stupid, I’ll give you a few minutes to use your hands and mouth.  Which is perfect, because you know what you’re going to do for the next few minutes?”  Sam said.  He didn’t wait for Tommy to answer the rhetorical question.  “Your friend, Morgana.”

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Re: Pharma (Chapter 57 Posted)
« Reply #178 on: July 06, 2022, 11:34:18 AM »
Have to say I never took James for the possessive type- really thought that immediately after cumming in Morgana he was going to race over and smash JC for abusing Bianca. Love the deal they are trying to get Tommy to agree with. Would love to read where he whispered to Morgana that if possible he was going to protect her, would be perfect timing if he did that while Drew was made to screw Aislinn! Merit awarded from me!
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Re: Pharma (Chapter 58 Posted)
« Reply #179 on: July 08, 2022, 08:26:18 PM »
Thanks TGH.  James never struck me as being possessive either until I wrote out the last few chapters.  Funny how things change when the characters tell you to go in a certain way.



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