Chapter 58(MF,oral,anal,rape,s&m,a2m,viol,slight racism)
“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.” Sam slapped Tommy on the back, and he staggered.
His time had come, and he knew what he had to do. Tommy looked into Morgana’s eyes and saw a pain that went a little deeper than just the physical toll of the ongoing gang rape. It went further than having to make love to Tommy right here right now. It was doing all of this in front of Drew. But before he could climb on the bed, Bubbles grabbed his hard-on and tugged, stopping his momentum.
“Remember, fuck her good. None of this half-assed 3 pump chump stuff. She doesn’t moan, someone else pays. Comprende mother fucker?”
“Comprende.” Tommy said as Bubbles stroked his dick one last time before letting go.
Tommy hesitated at the foot of the bed. He knew what he had to do. Hell, he’d done this with her at least a dozen times by now. But to do it in front of Drew, in front of Aislinn, in front of a crowd? This was a whole different matter altogether. He was going to have sex with Morgana in front of her husband. No…He was going to make love to Morgana in front of her husband. He gathered up his nerves and climbed slowly onto the bed. He got his first good look at her face up close. She was a wreck. He grabbed her face by the chin and turned her face towards his, between her and the back of the couch. Here, they could have a brief moment of privacy.
“Shh, it’s okay, it’ll be okay.” Tommy whispered to her.
Morgana broke down crying. “It’s not okay. None of this is okay.” He shushed her as best as he could, but knew it wasn’t going to work.
“Just, go along, follow my lead, pretend that it’s just us. Can you do that?” Tommy asked.
“It hurts. I hurt so much.” Morgana said, through the tears.
“Just be brave for a little longer, I’ll be gentle. Trust me.” Tommy said before kissing her tenderly. Out of everything that happened today, this was the first time someone kissed her, and she was glad it was Tommy. They kissed a couple more times, before Tommy moved his hand to her breasts while kissing her neck.
As Tommy started gently with Morgana, JC was fucking Bianca like she ruined his life. Which, in his mind, she did. Between the hard smacks to her tits, ass, and legs and the long and hard strokes he pumped into her, she was in pain like she hadn’t been in a long time. There was no pretending she was somewhere else, no ignoring it, no thinking about a song or movie to pass the time. Each assault on her flesh brought her back into the moment.
So when he stopped and pulled out, she knew she couldn’t relax, even for a minute. She strained to see where he went, but he was out of her view. She lost track of him as he walked past the couch, towards the bags of open luggage. Her suspicions were confirmed when he returned with a riding crop in hand. Bianca screamed as loud as she could, but the ring gag prevented her from forming any words.
JC held the crop in his right hand and his dick in his left. He saw the fear in Bianca’s eyes and it turned him on more than he knew possible. Her ass and pussy were on full display, splayed out in front on him with her feet tied up so that her legs were spread and the soles of her feet faced the ceiling. He swung the riding crop with his right hand, keeping her attention on it as grabbed a bottle of the lube he had and poured a little on his cock.
“Let’s play a little game. You tell me which hurts worse. A, or B. A?” JC hit her on the right arm with the crop. “Or B?” He cracked her in the tit with the crop. She cried louder on B. “A?” He hit her on the tit again. “Or B?” He smacked her in the belly with the crop. She cried more at B. “A?” He hit her in the belly again. “Or B?” He whacked her on the bottom of her left foot with the crop. She squealed after the last one, crying, trying to make a B sound. “A?” He hit her in the foot again. “Or B?” JC pressed his dick into her anus and pushed in as hard as he could. She cried and moaned something fierce. “Sorry, couldn’t make that out. A?” He hit her foot again with the crop. “Or B?” He pulled out almost the whole way out of her ass and plunged back in. “A or B?” He repeated the actions. “A or B! A OR B!” He kept up the pattern, hitting her foot and fucking her ass until he switched it up to her other foot. Each time he’d go in and out, he’d hit her with the crop. After 15 or so strikes, he changed up to just hitting her anywhere on her body until he focused solely on fucking her ass.
While JC fucked Bianca’s ass raw, James gave him a glare that would’ve earned him the gas chamber if looks could kill. He had a front row seat for this, but wasn’t enjoying seeing this arse hurt Bianca this way. ‘Forget talking to this prick, I might just run his arse over. Or ask Bobby to take’em fishin.’’ James couldn’t recall the last time he hated someone this much since last week at work.
Tommy slid his hand down past Morgana’s tits and down her belly to her pussy. He rubbed and stroked her legs up and down before settling on her womanhood. He caressed her while kissing her neck and ear, before moving his way down to her breasts, one kiss at a time. He wanted to give her some pleasure during all of this torment. When he made it to her breasts and licked her nipples, he saw Drew for the first time. Tommy couldn’t describe the anguish he saw on Drew’s face, and wouldn’t have the words if he lived for another hundred years. It was one thing to watch his wife be raped over and over again by thugs, and another to have to watch his friends join in, but to see Tommy be so gentle and loving to her, and watching her respond even after everything that happened to her? His heart sank to the floor. Tommy turned his attention back to the nipple he sucked on while he gently rubbed Morgana’s clit with his thumb.
As Drew watched, a dozen thoughts went through his mind. The least of which was how this was his fault and Tommy’s fault. Tommy was his friend, his mate, and here he was being forced to have sex with his wife, but instead of just fucking her like everyone else had done, he’s trying to make love to her. Drew didn’t know if he should be happy that he wasn’t trying to hurt her or pissed that it wasn’t him. But another thought struck him as he watched Tommy and his wife on the couch bed in front of him.
Tommy’s a little too good at this. Like, no fumbling around, no crazy nervousness, no awkward exploring, no stuttering or stopping. It’s like he’s been here before. Almost like these two…
Drew shook his head, trying to get the thought out of his mind. Tommy was too good of a mate and Morgy would never, ever cheat on him. Just like how a few months ago he’d never thought of cheating on her with anyone, let alone his ex-girlfriend and current flatmate Celeste.
He saw Tommy elicit a small moan from Morgana, then kiss her. She kissed him back. The fire and anger and resentment and sadness and hurt and dejection grew in him like an explosion. Just as he was about to lose it, he was splashed in the face with a jug of water. With the rush of water, the shorts that Aislinn peed in that Kim draped on his head like a towel were sent flying. He looked to his right and saw Steve and Bubbles, or as he knew them the guy that beat the shit out of him and Kim.
“Didn’t want you to smell too bad.” Bubbles bent over, putting her hand on Drew’s cock. “Like what you’re seeing over there? Like watching your wife get fucked?” Bubbles squeezed Drew’s cock through his shorts. “I think you do, deep down. I think you’ve always wanted to see this. I mean, if not, why try to play hero earlier?” Bubbles turned to Steve. “I think he’s wearing too much. You agree?” Steve nodded. Bubbles kneeled down and tried to cut the laces of his boots with her boxcutter. It wasn’t working, so Steve handed her the scissors he used earlier. “Thanks.” Bubbles took the scissors, and made short work of Drew’s shoelaces. She then went to work cutting off his cargo shorts, first up one leg, stopping before she cut through the waistline. After a little shifting around, she sliced through the waistband enough to remove them, leaving his grey boxer briefs in place. Unlike the other men, Drew was not visibly aroused. “What’s the matter Drew, don’t you like me?” Bubbles said, reaching into his briefs to fish out his cock. It was flaccid, but wouldn’t be for long. She stroked his cock a few times, then licked the head. The briefs were still in the way, so she stopped playing with Drew’s little buddy and cut them off with the scissors. Once she had a clear shot, Bubbles played with Drew’s cock, licking and sucking and stroking it until she brought it to erection against his will. She moved out of the way, making sure that Morgana could get a good look at her playing with Drew’s cock. “Hey Morgy, I think he likes it.”
Morgana saw the Asian woman with the pink hair playing with her husband’s cock, calling her by her nickname. She wanted to yell and scream, or cry again, but she knew none of that would help. Best case, they’d find it funny and torment him over it. Worst case, they’d hurt them more. She didn’t know what to do or say, but it soon didn’t matter. She felt the bed shift as Tommy changed positions. He was moving over top of her.
Tommy climbed on top of Morgana, like he’d done a dozen or so times in the last part of the summer and mounted her. She kept her legs spread for him as he knelt between them and leaned in to kiss her. A moment of hesitation later, and Tommy pushed into her love tunnel, causing her to moan a little. He stayed inside her for a moment before moving, letting her get used to him before making love to her. Once there though, he started moving back and forth in slow, deliberate strokes.
Speaking of slow, deliberate strokes Bubbles stroked Drew’s cock to the same pace that Tommy fucked Morgana. Bubbles enjoyed the show, but enjoyed playing with Drew more. She contemplated what she wanted to do next, and decided that blowing Drew while Tommy fucked his wife would be a great way to kick-start her part of the fun. She let go of his cock long enough to take off her pink bra. Her little B-cup titties popped out for the world to see. “Like what ya see, loverboy?” Bubbles said mockingly to Drew. She then stood up and bent over, facing away from him, her ass right in his face. She wiggled her butt a little bit as she pushed her jogging pants down, exposing her pink thong. She bent over, wrapping her arms around her legs and getting her ass and pussy as close to Drew as she could. She rose, kicking off her shoes and stepping out of her pants. She turned to make sure he got a good look at her body, showing off the dozens of tattoos she had. Of course, all of them were fake but he didn’t know that. Bubbles stood between his legs, lifting her left leg up as far as it could go, almost doing a standing split. Years of yoga were paying off. She held her leg in place with her left hand and slid her panties to the side with her right, showing off her clean-shaven gash to Drew. “You wanna know how an Asian girl feels around your cock, don’t ya?” She lowered her leg, her panties still off to the side. She then sat on his lap, facing him. “You want me to fuck ya while Tommyboy there fucks your wife? You’d love that, wouldn’t ya?” Bubbles grabbed Drew’s cock and stroked it, rubbing it against her pussy. “What’d ya think? Ready for a shag of your own?” Bubbles adjusted her position so that Drew’s cock had no choice but to go into her. She pushed down onto him, forcing him to enter her. “Oh, fuck. You feel so good inside me Drew.” Bubbles started fucking him in time to Tommy fucking Morgana.
Morgana heard the Asian woman, then looked over to see her moving up and down on Drew. She couldn’t believe it. Now this Kim woman was fucking…no. She was raping her husband. She felt hurt, wondering how she could even keep him hard long enough for this to happen. But she didn’t think about it long, because what Tommy was doing to her was much more interesting in the moment.
Tommy fucked Morgana with a faster rhythm, causing her breathing to get a little coarser, her body more excited. He knew the effect he was having on her, she was building toward an orgasm. He focused on her body, on her movements, making sure that each and every thrust was about her pleasure. He knew she was getting close, but seeing and hearing Bubbles fuck Drew might turn her off. Tommy grabbed her head by her ears and turned her towards him, kissing her fully and deeply. She moaned into his mouth, then wrapped her legs around his, keeping him in position. He thrust at the same rhythm, knowing that once she was on the edge, she wanted the same pattern to get her off. She didn’t like him changing the pace too much, she wanted, no needed him to be almost machinelike when she was ready to get off. He kept this in the back of his mind, keeping the same pace. He covered her ears so she wouldn’t hear Bubbles talking about fucking Drew so much, but he could hear every raunchy thing she said.
“This is the best cock I’ve had, I can see why she married you.” “Fuck me harder you Aussie Beast.” “Once you go Chink, you never cross the brink.” “Oh me so horny, me love you long time.” “Fuck me Drew, fuck me like you wish you could fuck Morgana.” Bubbles was laying on thicker and heavier as she went. As much as Drew didn’t want to admit it, she was good at what she did. She rode him hard for several minutes while Tommy continued fucking Morgana, trying to elicit an orgasm from her.
Across the room, JC was having his fun with Bianca at her expense. He stopped beating her with the riding crop and was now focusing on fucking her ass as hard and as fast as he could. He hurt her, but he wasn’t done. Assfucking her into a crumpling mess was a start, but he wanted to humiliate her too. As he fucked her ass, he listened to her cries of pain and moans of anguish. This excited him to the point that he was ready to burst. Only question he had was where should he cum. He thought about pulling out and cumming on her stomach, or forcing her to go ass to mouth again, this time tasting her own shit and blood and santorum. He could cum on her face or tits, or in her twat, let her worry about having his seed flow through him. Then he thought about pulling out and forcing Aislinn over to eat her out. Then he caught the look that Steve kept throwing to the skinny girl still tied up in her chair. In the end, JC knew exactly what he would do. He pulled his dick out of her ass and moved to the end of the benches at her head. He grabbed her head again. She tried to beg him off, but once again, was unable to do anything as he shoved his cock in through the ring gag in her mouth, forcing her to taste her own ass as he came. Spurt after spurt blasted in her mouth. “You better swallow it you fucking cunt.” Bianca had no choice and swallowed what he shot in her mouth. She was glad that he was done with her for the moment, but he left her trussed up in this very painful and very exposed position.
As JC pulled out of her mouth, he slapped her in the face a few times with his cock before making his way to Joe and Mari’s luggage. Once there, he found an old t-shirt of Joe’s that he used to clean himself up with before collapsing on one of the recliners.
Sam filmed his girl fuck Drew while Tommy was fucking Morgana. He focused back and forth between the pair but mostly paid attention to Bubbles and Drew. The stationary camera was centered on Morgana on the bed with Tommy. Drew was slightly off screen but just enough in frame to show that something was going on with him. That meant if he wanted good footage of anyone fucking Drew, he had to get it.
Steve was on crowd control for the moment, looking back and forth between Mari and Aislinn. He knew he was going to fuck both of them before the night was over, but was trying to figure out which one next. As much as he wanted to do Mari, and knew that according to the plan his best chance would be today, he wanted to be the first one inside of the skinny Aussie cunt. Well, first one since they arrived. He found out that her and Tommy had already fucked at least once today, if not twice. Still, he wanted to be the first one here to spear her with his cock. But he had to wait a few minutes, at least until Bubbles had her turn with Morgana. She mentioned what she wanted to do to the two of them, and Steve figured it would fuck with Aislinn more to watch that then get raped as opposed to raping her while Bubbles did her magic.
Tommy could feel that Morgana was on the brink. He stopped kissing her a moment ago so he could focus on the rhythm she needed to cum, so that meant that her breathing and moaning was coming out now for everyone to hear, especially Drew. The only time Bubbles shut her mouth was when Morgy began to moan. Bubbles wanted Drew to hear his wife cum from another man’s dick. And with Tommy doing his thing, that was coming up shortly. Tommy knew from experience that the two things Morgana like the most when she was on the brink of an orgasm was being kissed on the lips and bit and kissed on the neck. He kissed and licked her neck just as she moaned and shook, and as the first of her cries came out, he kept playing with her neck, waiting until it was undeniable that she was cumming. Then, and only then did Tommy kiss her.
Morgana felt betrayed that she enjoyed herself so much during this, but Tommy seemed to go above and beyond to give her a small slice of heaven during her time in hell. After she came, she cried a little, and Tommy consoled her, kissing her cheeks. She saw Kim fucking Drew, and something just broke inside of her. She leaned up and whispered in Tommy’s ear. “Cum for me. Cum for me. Fuck me Tommy.” Tommy didn’t need much more invitation from that to do what he was already doing, so he picked up the pace. He had to do everything in his power to keep from busting a nut earlier, but now that she gave him the green light, he was more than ready to oblige.
So why the hell couldn’t he cum?
Tommy kept fucking Morgana, trying to get through this moment of blue balls. That’s when he moved his hands to adjust his position. Doing so unmuffed Morgana’s ears, letting her hear everything that Drew and Kim were doing.
“Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck me harder you big Aussie beast you, your cock feels so good, fuck me oh yes fuck me fuck me cum in my pussy cum in my tight Asian pussy, cum for me round eye, ssibal naleul hard hwaiteu sonyeon (‘fuck me harder white boy’ in Korean)”. Drew couldn’t say anything with the gag in his mouth, but his breathing increased and he was sweaty as he felt his balls constrict and contract. He couldn’t help himself. As much as he didn’t want to, not only was this Kim girl a good lay, the crazy shit she was saying played into one of his fantasies he’s always had about fucking an Asian woman. And one as sexy and sultry as Kim was, with the dozens of tattoos all over her, was more than enough. Drew grunted hard as he felt his balls contract for the last time, shooting his semen into Kim’s womb. He shot again and again before he finally stopped and cried.
Bubbles felt Drew cum in her. That wasn’t part of the plan. She was supposed to toy with him until he was ready and make him fuck one of the other girls, but having a pussy full of Drew’s semen gave her an idea. “Wow, you must’ve really liked this Asian pussy Drew. You came so hard inside of me.” Bubbles tried to catch her breath as Drew hung his head in shame.
Morgana was stunned. That woman just raped her husband, and he enjoyed it. She was furious. The whispers of “fuck me Tommy” came out louder and louder, until she was almost screaming it. Watching Drew fuck that pink haired slut right in front of her was one thing, but for him to cum from it…. Morgana was seeing red, and wanted him to know. “Fuck me Tommy. Fuck me harder, cum for me Tommy, fuck me fuck meee.” The last one had a bit of a squeal to it, almost like she was about to cum again.
Tommy thought she was faking it, until he felt her shudder underneath him. Feeling her get so into this and into him was what he needed to break his blue balls. Tommy moaned as he came, back arching hard as he unloaded his balls into her womb. He grunted then convulsed, then collapsed onto Morgana, breathing heavily. The two lovers kissed again, momentarily ignoring the onlookers, like her husband.
Sam let them continue kissing for a moment before he decided to get the show moving on to the next act. He caught Drew crying on camera, likely from a combination of Bubbles raping him and watching his wife scream out Tommy’s name as she came. Bubbles still sat on Drew’s lap, his member shrinking and eventually popping out of her twat. She sat there, egging Drew on for crying.
“Aww, what’s the matter, upset that your mate made your wife cum twice and she screamed out his name in passion? Aww, that’s so sweet. Remember, none of this would be happening if You. Hadn’t. Been. A. Hero.” Bubbles tapped his chest hard with each of those words. Bubbles turned to Sam. “Hey honeybear, mind moving Tommy. Think it’s my turn on wifey over there.”
Sam smiled. “Sure thing. Dave, NotDave, take Tommy back to his seat.” The two men in masks stood and walked over to Tommy. Steve grabbed a pair of handcuffs from Joe and Mari’s luggage and a couple strips of fabric left over from one of the shirts that was sacrificed to make gags and such. JC had a few zip ties in his hands. Tommy knelt on the bed, slowly getting up. He waited for the men to approach.
“Hands out.” JC said. Tommy stuck his hands out in front of him. Steve wrapped one of the cloth strips around Tommy’s right wrist, then clicked the handcuffs over them. He repeated the process with the left wrist, making sure the cuffs were secured. They walked Tommy back to his chair, where they zip-tied the cuffs to the chair. Once Tommy was in place, Steve moved over to Aislinn’s chair.
Aislinn looked up at Steve with fear and panic. She saw a lustful look in his eyes that scared the shit out of her, almost literally. She screamed as he approached and it only got louder as he touched her for the first time. He put his hands on her shoulders, and one would think she was being stabbed to death. He slowly massaged Aislinn’s shoulders, but not in any way meant to give her pleasure or relax her. He gripped her, then leaned down and whispered in her right ear. “I can’t wait to fuck your brains out.” She screamed as his calloused and rough hands wandered around her shoulders, neck, face, and upper chest. Her chin trembled before he’d even touched her breasts. When she tried to turn her face away, he grabbed her head and twisted it back to Morgana on the couch bed. “Watch this. Take a look at your future.” Steve said in a whisper, right before he licked her ear. She mewled in fear.
Bubbles climbed off of Drew, his cum leaking out of her pussy and down her leg. She turned to Morgana on the couch bed, locking eyes with her. “Damn, your husband sure cums a lot. He made quite a mess. Well, I guess it’s the wife’s job to clean up after her husband.” Bubbles climbed onto the bed, crawling up Morgana’s body until her pussy was over Morgana’s face. Bubbles put her right hand on her labia and spread her lips wide. “Clean up your husband’s mess. Get his cum out of my pussy. Lick me clean.”
