Asleep in our bed, you wake, heard a noise. Dark. I’m not in the room. Maybe you think I’ve just gone to the bathroom. Before you have time to think about it, leather gloved hand, then tape on your mouth, bag over your head. Tight around your throat. So fast. two people? You don’t know. It’s silent.
Your arms are bonded with gaffer tape behind your back, then taped to your waist. Your ankles bound similarly. One of them can’t resist a sniff of your fine pussy, but you hear a thud and a grunt as he is smacked on the head by another. your knees are bent and bound to your thighs. You feel rough hands at either end of you, a larger bag closed around you. One of them lifts you. It’s high. over his shoulder. You feel yourself carried, through the back of the house. You hear a whisper, you can’t be sure, but it’s there. Not close, but there, it whispers.
You are bouncing, it’s painful as he jumps the porch steps, across the garden in three strides, you are flipped up in a pass to another over the fence. Faster bouncing now, running, you hear an engine purring. You are thrown into the back seats. Fast soft footsteps of the first two running across the oval, in they jump, a door slam, wheelspinning in the gravel, propelling forwards and onto the road very quickly. Laughs and dull leather slapping. High fives. no voices you recognize. And now it begins.
Inside the bag, you are turned, chest on the seat, waist bending to the floor, knife cutting open the back of the bag, your arse exposed, the fucking begins immediately. Hard, desperate, neanderthal. The first cock enters you so roughly you wince. It’s painful, it burns, but soon your body complies. You begin to flow. He notices and smacks your arse, calls you such a dirty bitch, his voice quivering, he thrusts harder, grips your arse, explodes in your sopping pussy. Smacks you again and pushes your head into the seat more, ‘Dirty fucking bitch making me cum so quickly’. He pulls out.
The next one, hard as an iron bar, slides into and all the way so quickly you feel ruptured almost. ‘You like dipping your cock in my cum do ya?’ the first taunts. ‘Fuck you, she loves it anyway, the whore.’ he replies. ‘ Do you love it, filth?’, he asks, You muffle an answer, it could be yes, or no. It’s probably no. He spits on your asshole and shoves a finger in. Harder thrusting again now. His grunts turn to a roar, just before he comes he stops, pulls out. You feel his cock against your tight ass and you pull away, or try. He slaps you and holds your bum cheeks wide, then cums onto your anus. He rubs it all over you buttocks, valley, arse and cunt. Then sits down hard next to you.
They leave you like that. you feel something coldish and wet, a cleaning wipe, then a towel, mopping you. Then a condescending double slap on your arse. Good girl. Maybe ten minutes, fifteen tops have passed. Now silence for the rest of the trip. Forty minutes? A year? How long? You really don’t know. But eventually the vehicle stops.
The doors open, everyone bails, you hear music. A party? You are picked up, still in the bag. You’re carried around the back of a house somewhere, the music gets louder, you hear the crackle of a fire, the reek of dead meat, a barbecue. Engine oil. Booze. Dope. Leather. Any female voices? You’re not sure. You are placed on the floor. Maybe you try to kick a little, trussed, like a hog. Laughter. Two hands on your arse, assessing you, pulling your arse apart, inspecting you, ‘Very fucking nice’, he says, ‘very fucking nice indeed, look at that’, then a wet warm tongue, probing, hungry, disgustingly dirty. He eats your cunt and arse for minutes. He comes up for air finally and announces he needs another beer, sort her out someone will ya?
You are dragged upright, the tape around your legs finally cut, but not before your torso has been bound to the wooden frame of the outdoor porch. A couple of songs pass. Your head is sweating inside the bag now. You feel someone there, close to your head. He holds his palm on the bag over your eyes, demands you close them. His voice is kind. ‘Close your eyes, understand?’, and you do. The bag comes off, immediately gaffer tape is over your eyes. ‘Now, the music is loud, and we are k’s from anywhere. No-one can hear you, understand?’, you nod again, and the gaffer tape is removed, not nastily, from your mouth. You feel soft lips. He kisses you. Almost lovingly.
So now you’re just taped to the pole, an hour or so passes, laughter, music, occasionally someone fingers you, sucks on a tit or two. They offer up drinks and food to you. You accept the drinks, the bottle tipped into your mouth. Most of the food you reject. Some you don’t. One of them is clearly offended by this and rubs his burger bun over your tits, the sauce warm, then eats it off them.
They decide to play a game, ‘Can we all get a finger in the slut?’. They try. You work out there must be eight people there. Soon now they cut the tape on your torso and push you to a squat, then rebind you. You’re desperate for a pee now, so just let go. A cheer goes up! You feel a hand rub you as you piss, spraying and rubbing your clit, and more laughter.
And now you feel two cocks slapping at your cheeks, forcing their way into your mouth. Your head bangs against the post a few times, but they don’t hurt you. One of them starts to cum before the other, a couple of spurts shoot down your throat, then he pulls out and finishes onto your face. Now the other has you to himself, he grabs the back of your head and fucks your throat hard, exploding and emptying it all into your mouth. Some you are able to swallow, you gag once, and then feel a nice kiss. A stroke of the hair.
Now they cut you away from the post, and haul you up onto a table. Your legs are spread wide and yet another cock enters your mouth too as new lips, tenderer than before but equally as hungry, explore your pussy and asshole. An object enters your arse. Its been oiled with something, maybe fat or oil from the barbecue. It could be vegetable oil, but whatever it is it’s warm and works a fucking treat. Still with that in your arse, now a cock in your cunt finally, and jesus fucking knows you’ve been waiting. You are gushing. And your first genuine gasp and scream rings out and you egg them on, begging, fucking begging for cock after cock.
And now theey are in full swing, swapping you around and pulling, pushing, somehow your bonds are now loose, they are no longer needed, and you grasp for cock, still the tape over your eyes. On all fours now, two in your cunt, two in your mouth, countless hands gripping your breasts, they’re wanking on the sidelines, music blaring still, laughter and whooping, and you swear you actually hear two guys fucking, and feel one straddling you as another fucks him, balls slamming into the back of his arse six inches from your nose, his cock being sucked by the guy fucking you.
You’re called a whore, a slut, a cumbag, a dirty daddy’s girl, a toy. A cockhole. A fuckbitch. You moan. You gasp. You scream. You beg. And one by one, they spray their beautiful cum over your face, tits, arse, belly. Mouths all over you. Biting, scratching, licking.
It’s over, hours later. You have cum so many times you are numb. Finally, shivering, knees fairly useless, you are led to a shower. You feel the first rays of dawn on your bare arse. Into the shower, there is someone with you, he’s helping to wash you down. The warm water eventually loosens the tape over your eyes. You blink, rinsing out the grime and trying to focus. Fully open and aware of your surroundings for the first time. Birds calling, trees rustling, sunrays bursting, the figure before you melts into shape. And your heart bursts, a smile breaks – no, beams across your face. I smile back, I lean in to kiss you, we embrace, hug, smile, ‘I love you, I love you”
We shower and retire to a seperate room, we sleep. We wake mid morning, make love, then dress. We reconvene in the living room, friendly eyes greet us, wonderful hugs for you, they are respectful, reverent. The owner of the house, a guy you know thru my work…long hair, beautiful tattoos, stands, and asks you to sit. They make us breakfast, coffee. we drink, smoke cones, laugh. Then disperse. We return home in my truck, via wonderful trees, cafes, boutiques. Soon Our sea is there again to greet us. We enter Home. I love you we say to each other. I love you.
Happy Anniversary.
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