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At last! The week was finally over. It had been a HELL of a week at the Foundation, with several late nights and many deadlines to meet. But, it was over now and I could spend a relaxing weekend, by myself, doing nothing or whatever I wanted. First though, I was going to meet a couple girlfriends for a relaxing dinner and a lot of talk. On that Friday night, I closed up the office just before 6:00 PM. I drove the mile or so to the restaurant, parked my car, and walked in. Ashley and Meagan were already there, and yelled, “Hey Christine,” when they saw me.
Every 2 or 3 weeks, I get together with some of the girls for a nice dinner after work on Friday. The 3 of us had a wonderful relaxing time, splitting a bottle of wine, and talking, laughing and catching up. I left the restaurant about 8:00 PM and made the drive home in about 45 minutes. A few months earlier, I moved out of my parent’s home and rented a house, with an option to buy. I had decided not to go to grad school for an MBA. I was learning so much, while working at the Foundation, and meeting so many people in the business world. Maybe I would take some interesting business grad courses locally?
During the drive home, I was thinking about a nice long bath and watching a movie, and had decided to wait until Sunday afternoon to work on the few files that I brought home from the office. I parked in my driveway, gathered the mail from the mailbox and let myself in. I put my briefcase, purse and the mail on the little table in the front entrance and hung my coat up in the front hall closet. As I walked into the living room, I was roughly grabbed by 2 men. One of them held me tightly by my arms. The other grasped my long ponytail, forcing my head back. He stuffed a large wad of cloth into my mouth and covered it with a strip of sticky tape.
The man holding me forced my arms behind my back and held my wrists crossed, while the other man tightly tied my wrists with a rope. They pushed me out into the center of my living room and let me go.
I was in shock, but also furious at this intrusion. I stared at them. Both were about my height and appeared to be in their mid 20s, like me. They looked like they could be brothers. They were both lean and strong, wearing faded jeans. One had on a black tee shirt and the other a tight red tee shirt, showing off his muscular torso. After sizing each other up, I bolted, thinking I could make it to my bedroom, and lock the sturdy door, and use the speed dial to call the police. I never made it halfway to the doorway. They easily caught me and dragged me back. They roughly pushed me back and forth between them, and I stumbled and went down on my side. Both of them just loomed over me laughing.
Eventually, they stood me up, but surrounded me, leaving me only a 4’-5’ space to move in. They continued to push me around, while they grabbed at my clothes. I tried kicking out at one of them, but he caught my foot and I wound up sprawled on my ass down on the floor. They stepped back, allowing me to get back on my feet. The 2 of them could have jumped me at anytime, but they were toying with me. I was getting tired from struggling and trying to avoid them. Soon they had my blouse pulled out from my skirt. The red shirt guy grabbed me by my tits and held me tight, while the black shirt guy grabbed my blouse from behind and tore it all the way up the back.
They took turns holding me and ripping my blouse. When they finished, I stood there embarrassed and fuming, with my blouse torn to shreds and both sleeves pulled off. My chest was heaving and my bra was showing through in several places, but they just stood there laughing at me. When the red shirt stepped to grab me, I spread and braced my feet. From behind, I heard a click and then a long ripping sound. I felt my skirt give and open up the back, and saw that the man behind me had a knife. My anger instantly turned to terror! The black shirt wielded his knife in front of my face and resumed his work. He pulled my skirt as he cut all the way around me. I didn’t move an inch.
When he finished, he had cut my skirt off leaving me wearing a ragged extremely short mini skirt that exposed the bottom of my thong and my ass cheeks. They pointed and laughed at me, while they roughly pushed me around for a few minutes. The black shirt grabbed me tightly with both arms around my back and easily lifted me off the ground. From behind, the red shirt took off my shoes and tied my ankles together.
When I was put back down on my feet, the black shirt again pulled out his knife. He slowly began cutting away the tattered remains of my blouse that still hung on my body. As he worked, the red shirt ran his hands over my bare skin and felt my tits through my bra. After he had finished cutting away my blouse, the black shirt moved behind me. He grabbed the waistband of my skirt, and with one slice of his knife, my skirt fell to the floor. I was standing there gagged in my bra and thong, with my wrists and ankles tied. They forced me down to the carpeted floor on my back. The red shirt had taken off his jeans and sat on me, straddling me just below my chest.
He took the knife, waved it in my face, and cut my 2 bra straps and then sliced my bra between the cups. As my bra fell away, my bare breasts pointed up at them. The red shirt leaned over and screamed into my face, “LISTEN UP SLUT, WHEN WE FINISH WITH YOU, YOU’LL WISH YOU NEVER HIT ON HAYLEY’S BOYFRIEND!” He pulled out his hard penis, grabbed and squeezed my breasts and started tittie fucking me. I could only moan my protests into my gag and shake my head NO. I didn’t know anyone named Hayley! He roughly squeezed my tits, as he rubbed his cock between them. When he finally came, he shot his cum all over my face and chest. I could only lay there on the floor feeling humiliated and violated.
While I endured my shame, the black shirt had been searching my bedroom, because he walked back into the living room carrying my duffle bag of bondage equipment. The red shirt picked me up and carried me into the kitchen. He laid me down on the kitchen table, on my back, with my head hanging over one side, and my legs dangling over the other edge. The black shirt grabbed my ponytail and held my head down below the table’s surface. The red shirt untied my ankles and spread my legs. He tied each ankle to one of the table legs, leaving me spread wide open, now covered only by my skimpy black silk thong. However, that lasted only a few minutes.
When my legs were secured, red shirt got the knife and cut my thong away leaving me bound on the table totally naked. Black shirt had stripped to his tee shirt and held my head down tightly. As he tore off the strip of tape and took the wad of cloth out of my mouth, he hissed, “Don’t make a sound and you won’t get cut.” “OK WHORE, THIS IS PAYBACK FOR HITTING ON HAYLEY’S BOYFRIEND!” He waved his hard cock in my face and tried to stick it in my mouth. I held my mouth shut and shook my head NO! Suddenly, black shirt slapped me hard across my cheek and pinched my nose. When I screamed and gasped for air, he shoved his big hard dick all the way into my mouth and into my throat.
He told red shirt to, “Work the whore’s pussy good, but don’t let her come.”
I felt a sharp pain as red shirt forced a finger into my cunt. Black shirt grasped my head with both hands and was fucking my mouth hard. I was aware of the finger continually probing my pussy, as I tried to keep up with the big cock ramming my mouth. Several times, black shirt plunged his cock deep into my throat and I thought he would come. As the finger worked my pussy, I whimpered throughout the ordeal. The cock kept fucking my mouth long, hard and deep. Finally he stiffened, but he pulled out and sprayed his cum all over my bare chest and stomach.
The 2 men switched places, and soon red shirt had shoved his cock into my mouth shouting, “SUCK MY COCK BITCH!” I had no chance to protest or tell them that I didn’t know anyone named Hayley. He made me lick his cock until it was good and wet, but soon grabbed my ponytail and forced his cock deep into my throat. With his other hand, he pinched and twisted my nipples. He had come earlier, when he tittie fucked me, and I thought he would not come quickly this time. I definitely was becoming aware of more than one finger working my pussy. Black shirt first used just one finger, but quickly filled me with 2 and then 3 fingers.
Meanwhile, red shirt was pounding his cock relentlessly in and out of my mouth. It seemed he took forever. At last, I heard him gasp and hold his breath. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and exploded with a loud groan. He spurted his cum all over my tits and belly.
Again, I had no chance to say anything. I was catching my breath, when red shirt stuffed one of my ballgags into my mouth and buckled it tightly behind my head. Black shirt said, “Look at this cunt. She doesn’t want to come like this, but I’m going to make her come, just like the slut she is.” He continued to work my pussy with his fingers. No, I didn’t want to come for them like that. I was naked, with my hands tied behind my back, lying on the kitchen table. My legs were tied wide apart to the table legs and I had 3 loads of cum spattered all over me. I was pleading NO NO NO into my gag, while I violently shook my head NO. It was so degrading. I was so embarrassed.
Black shirt was persistently pumping 2 fingers in and out of my pussy. I resisted as much as I could and tried to take my mind off his assault. When another of his fingers started rubbing my clit, I felt my resistance slip away. I couldn’t help myself. I started moaning and responding to his touch. Black shirt said, “Listen to her moan.” “I’m going to make her come soon and she can’t stop me.” He rubbed my clit so fast and hard that I exploded and shuddered in my orgasm, right there in front of them. They laughed as I laid there quivering.
Red shirt suggested that they take a break and find something to eat. I was lying across the narrow width of the table and there was plenty of room on either end. They rummaged through my refrigerator and found the sliced deli turkey and roast beef I had. They made themselves sandwiches with all the trimmings. They sat down, with their plates and a Coke, at the ends of the table, to eat. As they ate, they continually berated me, always referring to me as the CUNT, SLUT or WHORE who hit on Hayley’s boyfriend. As they talked back and forth over my naked body, they made lewd suggestions about what they were going to do with me. When it was time for their dessert, they finished off the ice cream that I had in my freezer. When black shirt found the ice cream scoop in one of the drawers, he also brought out a large flat metal spatula and placed it on the table.
The table was cleared, after they finished eating, Red shirt sat me up, while black shirt untied my legs. They walked me around to the end of the table and bent me over it. Black shirt tied my ankles spread to the legs at that end of the table, and red shirt blindfolded me and held me down. I could feel all their sticky cum smearing on the table under me, as my stomach and tits were mashed down to the tabletop. THWACK! THWACK! A searing pain from my ass rocked through my body. Black shirt yelled, “THIS IS FOR HAYLEY, BITCH,” as he paddled my ass with that flat metal spatula.
Red shirt had one hand tightly holding my head down by my ponytail, while his other hand held my bound wrists in the small of my back, so that I couldn’t move my hands down to block the blows. My whole body jerked with each blow. I don’t know how long he beat on my bare ass cheeks. I was moaning in pain into my gag, and tears started welling from my eyes. When black shirt had enough, he turned the spatula over to red shirt. I moaned, whined and tried to plead into my gag for them to stop, but red shirt continued the beating of my ass. At some point, my ass was so sore that I no longer felt the blows. I was sobbing uncontrollably. Finally, the beating stopped.
They left me there on the table crying.
Eventually, I was able to compose myself somewhat. My ass was throbbing from the beating. I felt cold hands on my burning ass, spreading my cheeks. Another pain ran through me as a thick cock forced its way into my pussy, while the other guy held me down. I was dry, but he started fucking me doggie-style anyway. It was painful at first, but after awhile my pussy juices started to flow and the pain went away. I could only lay there and take it. Over and over he yelled, “DO YOU LIKE THIS CUNT?” He fucked me slowly for a long time, and then picked up speed as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into me.
When the 1st guy finished with me, with a satisfying groan, the 2nd guy was right there shoving, his cock into my pussy. As this guy plunged his cock in and out of my pussy, anger boiled within me. I was both mortified and pissed at having to endure this assault. Finally, the 2nd guy came with a loud grunt of pleasure.
After a few minutes, they stood me up and removed my blindfold. As black shirt untied my spread ankles, I got a look at the kitchen clock. The beating and the 2 fuckings had lasted over an hour. I’m ashamed to admit that I actually came twice, while the 2nd guy fucked me. I’m sure he didn’t notice or care. The orgasms were small and insignificant. A woman can only take so much stimulation, before her body betrays her will. I felt cheap and defiled. They took me into my bedroom, along with my bondage equipment duffle, and sat me on the end of my bed.
Red shirt said, “If you aren’t already sorry you hit on Hayley’s boyfriend, you soon will be.” Still gagged, I had no chance to tell them that I didn’t know anyone named Hayley. I was seated at the edge, in the center, at the foot of my bed, and they pushed me down flat on my back, with my wrists still tied behind me. They took 2 lengths of rope; spread my legs so wide apart that I thought I would split, and tied my ankles to the corner posts of the bed.
Red shirt casually told black shirt, obviously so that I could hear, “One of the most humiliating things you can do to a woman is to make her come repeatedly, in front of you, when she has no control and can’t stop you.” Knowing what they were going to do to me didn’t help. I started struggling and yelling into my gag, while I shook my head, NO NO NO!
Red shirt started using his fingers to play with my pussy. He worked my love hole for probably 10-15 minutes, getting me really worked up and wet. He knelt and lowered his mouth to my pussy, while keeping a finger moving in my love hole. His tongue found my clit and licked it furiously. I immediately felt those unmistakable sensations shooting from my pussy to my brain. He quickly had me squirming and never let up. I was shocked at how fast he made me come. My body shook and I was already starting to gasp for air. My eyes met black shirts eyes, as he stood over me watching me come. He just smiled, pointed at my pussy and shook his head knowingly.
Meanwhile, red shirt’s assault on my clit continued uninterrupted. There was no real time to come down from that 1st orgasm, because the sensations were rapidly building within me and my head was shaking uncontrollably from side to side. A 2nd orgasm quickly rocked through me, making me writhe and whimper into my gag. I was disgusted with myself, because he made me come so quickly, like a wanton slut.
It took only seconds for black shirt to kneel and take over the plundering of my clit. He was an expert with his tongue and soon had me wriggling and moaning. Red shirt was now leering over me, watching every movement and reaction my body made. He excitedly shouted, “LOOK AT HER, SHE’S MOANING LIKE THE SLUT SHE IS!” As he said this, another orgasm shot through me, and this encouraged black shirt to lick faster. I was thrashing wildly, and red shirt bent over to hold me steady. Another orgasm exploded through me, causing my whole body to spasm. Still, the licking persistently went on. I was screaming into my gag. I had lost all control of my body. I couldn’t help it.
I was all raw nerves, just reacting and responding to that tongue. Red shirt again shouted, “C’MON CUNT, COME AGAIN FOR US!” It was as if he commanded my body. Another even more intense orgasm engulfed me. I couldn’t stand it. I hysterically screamed and screamed into my gag. I laid there sobbing and shaking, not even realizing that black shirt had stopped tormenting my clit. Both of them stood over me laughing and pointing. They made me come like a brazen slut. They had done what they said they would do to me, and thoroughly humiliated me.
Black shirt had already left my bedroom, when red shirt untied my legs before also leaving. I just curled up in the fetal position trying to compose myself. I wasn’t sure why I continued to sob. It was likely from both the sheer intensity of the stimulation my clit had received and my embarrassment over their making me perform for them. My head was spinning. I had no idea what else they would do to me, and I didn’t know how much more I could take. It seemed useless to try and tell them that I didn’t know any Hayley, and never hit on her boyfriend. They would never believe me anyway..
My 2 captors came back into my bedroom and got me up from the bed. While red shirt went through my duffle, looking for more ropes, black shirt untied my wrists and held my free arms up above my head. Red shirt tied a rope tightly around my waist, knotting it behind me. He took the 2 long strands of rope, from the knot, and passed them through my ass cheeks and pussy slit. He pulled the 2 rope strands tight and tied them to my waist rope in front. The double crotch rope strands were buried deep in my pussy, and he was careful to position one strand of rope on either side of my clit. Next, he tied a shorter length of rope to my crotch rope, in front, just below my waist rope.
This made an effective leash. Red shirt really knew what he was doing with the ropes, and undoubtedly had a lot of experience. My arms were brought down behind my back. They bent my elbows, and forced my wrists up between my shoulder blades. My wrists were tied crossed, and the excess rope was tied around my upper arms. This held me in a tight bondage, with my breasts forced unnaturally outwards. Finally, a hobble rope of about 12” was tied between my 2 ankles, allowing me to take only very short steps.
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