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.”
