Part 8
Inside the house I am led down into the basement, before I even get to the bottom of the stairs I can hear what is going on. The sound of a man crying and pleading to be let go echoes up the stairs. I take a deep breath and step into the barely lit room, with no furniture other than a mirror leaning against the wall. My eyes fixate on the sight before me, a man who looks like he has been there for some time. On all fours on the bare concrete floor with one of the group of men surrounding him thrusting in and out of his arse. The victim looks at me and hope seems to rekindle believing I’m here to help. This is short lived as another man moves between us and shoves his cock into the poor man’s mouth. In the corner is a woman on her knees, her face held in position and forced to watch her husband’s humiliation. Tear stained makeup pouring down her face. It’s feels odd seeing my almost exact situation from the point of view of the rapists.
I can’t help, but get a thrill at seeing this whole scene and this gang of men who liberated me, impregnated me and made me their whore. Frank walks over to me and grabs the back of my head kissing me deeply, whilst running his other hand down my back and gripping my butt, I moan into his mouth and run my hand over his body. I feel more hands on me rubbing my breasts, neck and probing fingers making their way under the hem of my dress.
Frank pulls away and grabs my face sneering at me. He tells me that I need to prove myself to the group if I want their respect. I look around at the group and nod eagerly. Frank orders one of the men to retrieve the instrument. He disappears up the stairs and whilst I wait I decide to remove my clothes. Standing before the group naked and heavily pregnant, engorged breasts and wet aching pussy bared for all to see. I smile seeing the looks of lust and wanting on the groups face, even the woman in the corner I notice is looking toward me rather than her husband. Frank looks past me as the other man returns holding a box which he hands over, Frank opens it showing me what’s inside. My eyes go wide as I stare at the contents and my mind instantly knows what he wants me to do.
I remove the instrument with shaking hands and just stare at the shape in my hands, there is a cry if despair from the woman as she looks upon it. Frank orders me to put it on and I obey. I slip into it and tighten the straps and admire myself in the mirror. The harness barely showing beneath my engorged belly and almost dwarfed by the dildo attached. It’s at least as thick as my arm and much much longer than any cock I’ve seen in real life or even in porn. I stroke it from the tip of its bulbous head, moving my hand down the veiny shaft my hand not able to fit all the way around. Despite not being able to feel the sensation, my body tingles with electricity.
Frank comes up behind me and places a hand on my shoulder, issuing my neck and placing his hand over my own as I continue to stroke my cock. My body is on fire and I want to give myself over to him. This real man, this group of kidnappers, rapists, and liberators. I mange to pull myself away from his touch and move into the centre of the room just in time to watch as the two guys spit roasting their victim unload into his mouth and anus. They move themselves away as the man on his knees coughs and splutters, cum spurting onto the floor in front of him. As he regains his senses his eyes focus on me and the cock sticking out in front. The look of terror in his eyes looks almost orgasmic.
I bend down and stroke his face, telling him not to worry. I kiss him on the forehead and I notice he starts to relax. I turn him so he can face his wife and motion her to come over to us and as she is released she crawls over and stops just in front of him. He tried to comfort her, but I interrupt. I look to the wife and as sweetly as I can I let her know that the wetter the cock is the less painful it will be when it enters her husband’s arse. Both of their eyes dart to me, the fear overwhelming. She continues to stare for a few moments before reluctantly nodding and moving herself closer to me as she fights back more tears.
End of Part 8
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