35 comments/ 57615 views/ 16 favorites The Abduction Game Ch. 01 By: Tim Smith The story I am about to tell is meant to be a warning to those adventurous husbands and wives out there. "Be careful what you ask for, as you may just get it." * My wife Margie was a model wife and had always taken good care of herself, our two kids and her career at a major real estate company. And then the economy went in the tank and in no time at all there was no real estate moving anywhere in the area that she covered. It wasn't long after that, my wife had no reason to even go to the office, and so began her first real stint at taking on the role of a stay home mom while I struggled just to keep my job and pay the bills. I guess this is really where our life changing adventure started. Right at the point where my wife Margie goes from jetting around the county to the next real estate appointment, to being a stay at home mom with a little more free time on her hands. My wife Margie had been a stay at home mom for about 4 months, when I noticed a new charge showing up on the credit card statement from some "Western tech productions" or something like that. When I first asked Margie about the new monthly charge, she assured me it was most likely a mistake and she would call the next day and get it taken off. The conversation ended on that subject and it appeared she was going to take care of it. It was two weeks later, on a Friday afternoon that Margie called me at work and said we should meet for dinner and drinks that evening after work. She said the kids would go to the babysitters after school and it would be just her and I, all evening. Thinking I was going to get lucky, I was jubilant the rest of the afternoon, but little did I know what was coming my way that evening. Now let's back up a bit. Margie, my wife of 14 years, is a beautiful woman, weighing around 140 pounds, 5 foot 7 inches tall with a nice rounded firm ass and large natural breasts. Margie's a brunet, the kind that men see the hair first then take the rest of the woman in cautiously, all the way down to her strong athletic legs. All this combined would for the most part keep me on the defensive during any Friday or Saturday evening out on the town. But this evening's outing would be different, as this evening I would soon find myself busy thinking in circles rather than helping her fend off other men. Margie and I met that Friday evening at Dialono's Italian Bistro, not far from where I work and as soon as I walked in I knew something was up by the nervous look on my wife's face. I made my way to the table, sat down and tried to make conversation hoping she would in turn let me know what was on her mind. I complained about work, she bitched about the garbage men leaving a big mess at the end of the driveway again, and so on. Then after we received our second round of drinks, Margie looked right at me and said, "Ok here's what I have wanted to tell you for the last two weeks, and I'm going to do it and let the chips fall where they may." After saying that, my wife of 14 years and mother to our two children, began to explain how the charge in question on the credit card bill was hers and why she had decided to become a member of a particular Internet site. At first I thought it was so cute of her to think it was that big of a deal until she started to explain what type of an Internet site it was. And in pretty much no time at all I was just stunned and silent as she explained what had led her to join the site and how it had even interested her as a young girl. And "it" was the fantasy of being abducted and forced to be submissive in a sexual way. Hell I couldn't even say it out loud without blushing, but my wife of 14 years was spilling her guts in front of me, telling me how much being abducted, stripped and even molested, turned her on. Margie then brought up the time several years back when we had considered trying new things sexually and had even gone so far as to talk with several men online while considering a threesome or perhaps visiting one of those swingers clubs in a nearby town. She said this fantasy was like that one, no different, and she just wanted to get it out on the table. Long story short, I listened and oddly enough the thought of her being pawed at by another man did turn me on and I guess out of sympathy for her honesty, I admitted so. Then Margie suddenly fell silent and just looked at me lovingly for a few minutes and then surprised me even more by asking me if I would ever consider setting something like that up for her. You know, like taking care of the details, being there to keep her safe even though she may or may not know I'm really there for sure. As my wife quietly waited for my reply, I thought this through and as I did so, I remembered Tom from accounting and how he refused to go along with his wife wanting to try some new things outside the bedroom and then eventually found her with another man in their own bedroom. The thought of this same scenario playing out with Margie was too much to bear and I instantly pushed the word, "Absolutely" from my mouth and with a forced smile on my lips. My wife seemed relieved as if a large weight had been removed from her shoulders and we danced and drank the rest of the evening away. Later that night in our bedroom, we had sex as if we had just met. And as I lye there next to my wife before drifting off to sleep, I thought that maybe this wasn't such a bad thing if sex this good was going to be the outcome. And then later that night as I slept, I had the strangest dreams of my wife Margie walking down an alley ahead of me and then vanishing suddenly. I ran to the end of the alley only to find a dead end with no doors, just brick in all three directions. I woke up in a gasp, Margie was right there next to me sound asleep. The following week seemed as if everything was back to normal until around Thursday. On Thursday I came home and quickly started to go through my usual routine, when out of nowhere, Margie asked if I had been thinking about what we talked about. I quickly replied with one of those stereotypical "Ya...Yes, Yes" that wives immediately decipher as, we haven't thought about it at all. Margie then patiently reminded me of how she was really looking foreword to trying what we talked about, but didn't want to put to much pressure on me to move to fast. I had to lie and tell her I was working on it and I should have something soon. I took this as a gentle nudge that not following through would not be an option a second time if asked again. Luckily, Margie asked for no particulars and seemed satisfied that she had gotten her point across successfully. The very next evening I started surfing the Internet for answers and ideas during every spare moment. This went on for about a week before I had found what looked to me like a good way to connect with men looking to play out this type of fantasies and others with willing married couples. The website I ended up focusing on was more or less a site for dominant men and women looking for submissive playmates and appeared to be somewhat successful from what I could tell. Some of the men offered to make these types of fantasies, and more, a reality. So I decided to post an ad with a picture of my wife, in lingerie, which she seemed more than willing to pose for. With the ad I wrote a brief description of what we were looking for in an encounter, trying to leave the scenario more or less open for who ever I would pick. I guess the bottom line was, I had no idea how serious things would get or how far these types of things could go. So in essence I was at the same time looking for an education. For the next week and a half, I milled through various responses, several of which containing some pretty nasty scenarios. One in particular seemed well planned, intelligent and most important it was simple. The man's name was Tanner and I think part of the intrigue was that he promised to keep the small details out of the planning stages with me, so that it would be more exciting for me as well. This turned me on for some reason and I felt comfortable with just being involved with the big plan like how we would pull off the pretend abduction and what my roll would be and then leaving the technical stuff to this man, Tanner. In our e-mail discussions, Tanner brought up the fact that a women looking for this form of submission, would have what he called limits, and asked I discuss that specifically with Margie, then report her responses back to him. Thinking this over it occurred to me that we were due for another night out and picked that time to discuss just that. That following Saturday night, Margie and I met again after work at the same place and before long we were again discussing my wife's secret fantasies. I told her what Tanner had told me and while half expecting her to back out, waited for her reply. I was both shocked and excited when she smiled, blushed just a bit and began to tell me even more of what I didn't know about my wife of 14 years. My wife started off by saying that everything she was about to tell me was subject to my OK, and if it wasn't OK, we could ask they not do it to her or cancel altogether. Again as she spoke I thought of poor Tom in accounting, and then quickly focused back on my wife in front of me. Margie spent the next fifteen minutes covering everything from being tied up naked to being spanked while having a man or men use various sex toys on her. She also said her ultimate fantasy would be for everything to go as far as it could with her not being marked permanently or injured. She then asked what I thought about having another man inside of her, so long as he wore a condom. I was perplexed and again thinking about what happened to Tom, agreed that it could happen and the condom was a must though. Margie seemed enlightened by the conversation and again we went home and had a full night of good sex. The next day I e-mailed Tanner with what my wife had said and he in turn replied back just an hour later with, "It sounds like a go, let's start planning, and by the way, we may be able to make her ultimate fantasy come true, but we'll need to talk more about that." The very next day Tanner wrote back and said that it looked like he could make Margie's ultimate fantasy come true, but, there was a catch. He then explained that the catch was that for this type of the scenario, I might not always be able to be present at all times, but would always be very close by. Tanner wrote in his e-mail that the one man that had offered to make my wife's ultimate fantasy a reality would not allow a husband to be present for a number of reasons and it was "all in or all out", per say. Tanner ended his e-mail by saying to let him know if we were in or out as soon as possible. I didn't reply right away and spent the next few days just thinking about it. Margie had been so good about being honest with me on everything, when technically she could have just made contact with the people on her website and left me out of it totally. And in the long run, I could either be aware of what was happening and close by, or not aware at all as she eventually played this out on her own someday behind my back and without the safety of me knowing where she was. After giving this extensive thought, I replied back to Tanner, "We're in." A week later Tanner replied with the official plan, again, it was simple. I would give Margie a gift certificate for a massage at a home that would be set up to look like just that, only converted at some time to a small business. The house would have a nice business sign, an open sign, hours of operations sign and even a better business BBB off to the other side, all fake of course. I would already be there waiting when Margie arrived and the plan was that the massage would turn abduction and then the details would just play out with Margie then blindfolded and unaware of what would happen next, or my presence. This was just the start of what Tanner explained would be a long day leading into a long evening and I should make child care arrangements for the whole night to be safe. Margie was more than suspicious when I gave her the gift certificate, but thanked me and said she was looking forward to a good massage and this would be great. I could tell she wasn't quite sure if this was for real or not and it was looking at this point to be the perfect setup for just that reason. Margie's appointment was for 10AM that Saturday and before I knew it, Saturday was upon us. As I picked up the dishes from breakfast I could hear Margie splashing quietly in the tub in the master bathroom. I quickly put the dishes in the drying rack, dressed and knocked on the bathroom door telling Margie I had an errand to run and that I would see her when she got back from her massage. Margie replied, alright and that she loved me, and then I was off. I drove to work then took a taxi from work to the address I had been given, arriving around 9:30 as suggested. Once there, I was surprised at how real the older house turned day spa looked and was quickly greeted at the door by the man that introduced himself as Tanner. Before I could make much conversation, Tanner cut the discussion short by saying that we should just get into position just in case my wife was to show up a little early. I agreed and was led to a room down the hall and taken inside. The room was a bedroom and Tanner said the massage room was set up in the very next room to the right. He said that it would work best for me to just stay here until they had performed the abduction and had a blindfold fitted over Margie's eyes. I was told that once this was taken care of I would be brought in and out of the scenario as we discussed. Tanner than assured me that even when I was not involved, or out of the scenario, I would be close by as agreed. Tanner then left the room, closing the door behind himself. There was a finality to the door striking closed as I realized this was actually about to happen. My wife of 14 years would soon be in the hands of a stranger, or for that matter any number of strangers. After all, it was one of her fantasies passed onto Tanner via e-mail. As I thought of this, I found myself nervously perched on the edge of the bed, waiting and listening. Like most old houses, every sound echoed through the walls, vents and along the old wood floors, and it wasn't to long and I could hear the familiar sound of my wife's voice accompanied by the somewhat not so familiar sound of high heels clicking along beneath her. Margie didn't usually wear heels and I found this perplexing as I listened to Tanner and her chat as they turned and headed down the hall in my direction. Once in the room next door, Tanner asked my wife to step behind something, perhaps a screen of sorts, and remove her cloths and place on a robe that was provided. He asked if she was ok with being nude under the robe that was provided for the massage and I was a little surprised when she quickly responded, "Of course." Tanner than asked her to get on the massage table and the room fell silent. For the next 10 minutes I listened to Margie softly moan and every so often voice her approval of whatever it was that Tanner was doing. About 15 minutes into the massage Tanner asked if something was OK and my wife said "Yes." And then a few minutes later Tanner asked again if something was OK, and again Margie approved. Tanner kept asking for her OK and my wife Margie continued to say yes. It was then I began to take note that every time my wife said yes or OK, her voice seemed a little more jagged and quieter than the time before. It wasn't long after that I heard a low hum and other familiar sounds that brought me to my feet and quickly over to the wall to listen even closer. In the room next door, I could now hear Margie panting and saying, "Oh god, oh, oh, mfff, mfff, mfff" while at the same time the hum got louder, than quiet, than louder, than again quiet. My head spun as I realized Tanner was most likely using a vibrator of some sort on my wife right in the room next door, while I, her husband of 14 years, just sat here doing nothing but listening through the wall like some sort of pervert. At this very moment I realized that Margie and I had stepped into a whole other world, a world that was now moving at a fast and furious pace away from our marriage and into uncharted territory. Before I could think much more about what was happening in the room right next door, I heard what was obviously another man's foot steps come quickly down the hall and then barge right into the room with my now panting wife and Tanner. A surprised sounding "Oh God" came from my wife's mouth while at the same time I could hear rustling and the sound of the massage table's legs being bumped back and forth on the old wood floor. I listened closely as the movement in the room quieted down and an unfamiliar man's voice said, "Margie, we're in charge now and you'll do what your told from here on out. Do you understand?" A few moments passed and in a shaky voice my wife replied, "yes, please, please, I'll do anything, anything, please...." Margie was then told to hold still a number of times as I listened intently to what sounded like Margie grunting and groaning after each instruction from the two men. Moments later I heard the door to the massage room open and what sounded like all three heading out into the hallway. As the three passed the door of my room, Tanner slipped quietly in my door, and in a whisper asked they have some time with her alone to get everything set up. As Tanner stood there in the door waiting for my reply, I could see my wife Margie being led blindfolded and naked down the hall by the other man. Margie was totally naked, blindfolded and had what looked like black leather ankle and wrist cuffs fitted to her, with the wrist cuffs secured together behind her narrow waist. As I watched her being led away, her bare ass shook from side to side, while at the same time her large breasts bouncing free in front of her. I found myself momentarily speechless as I continued to watch her being escorted by the other man around the corner in the opposite direction from the way we had came in. When I glanced back at Tanner's face, I was met with a single wink, as if to pass on the message that if I gave them a little time alone, it would be well worth my while. This along with the fact I was getting very turned on about the whole thing, drew a response of, "OK" from my lips as Tanner turned and slowly closed the door behind him. Minutes passed like hours as I waited for one of the men to return and take me to where ever my wife had been taken. Then after about five minutes I began to hear a noise coming from down the hall. I could make out what sounded like a struggle, the familiar sound of my wife's voice saying things like, please and no more and even swearing along with the men's voices saying my wife's name, muffled yet no doubt forceful. At first I thought it might just be theatrics by the men and perhaps Margie herself. After all maybe putting up some sort of a struggle at this point was part of her fantasy in some way. Either way I nervously listened and held my ground. As I concentrated on waiting and listening, it then occurred to me that the voices had stopped and the only noise that remained was an almost mechanical and rhythmic thumping. This went on for about 10 minutes, stopping momentarily several times and then starting up again, only louder than before. This time I could hear a squeak, thump, and the familiar sound of Margie moaning, grunting and gasping for air while saying words that made no sense at all, all in time with the squeaking and thumping sound. As I listened I realized the thumping was most likely a bed hitting a wall in the other room down the hall and the squeaking was probably the bed frame its self flexing. But flexing that much, to what I thought? And then I thought, maybe to all three of them perhaps. I then exhaled as I realized what I had heard Margie say that made no sense just moments before the real noise had started. She had said, " Oh God, Not both, slow, slow, oh shit full, FULL, S...L...O..W." I walked back from the door to the bed and let myself sink into the edge of it, realizing my wife Margie was at this moment being fucked hard and fast by two total strangers at the same time in a room right down the hall from where I her husband silently sat and listened. The Abduction Game Ch. 01 The noise finally came to an end right after what sounded like 2 or 3 minutes of, "Slap-slap, Slap-slap, Slap-slap" along with my wife making a "Gher, Gher, Gher, Gher, UHHHGGGGGGHEReeee." And then silence. I seriously didn't know at this point if Margie had orgasmed or passed out, or perhaps both. Finally after another 5 minutes and to my relief the door opened and Tanner entered and asked I come with him. As I followed Tanner through the house and to a side door, my mind was ablaze with the gravity of Margie's situation from this point on and that all the things, even stuff that was way out there that I had seen on the website could very well happen to my wife in the hours ahead. I followed Tanner through the kitchen and then to a door that led to a covered carport, where I found in front of me a full sized windowless van. He then opened the passenger door, put his finger to his lips telling me to be silent, while pointing to the passenger seat with his free hand. I nodded my head yes and stepped into the van's passenger seat and closed the door. As Tanner walked around the van to the driver's side, I looked towards the back of the van and it took my brain a few seconds to take in what I was seeing right behind me. The van had only one bench seat near the back that spanned about two thirds of the way across. The seat was more or less designed for workers or perhaps even prisoners and was well padded but the frame was a steel tube frame. The tube frame looped up on each end to support the arm wrests and then down to form the legs where it was bolted to the floor. Taking up almost that entire seat was my wife Margie. Margie was still naked and had been placed on her knees facing backwards on the seat, with each ankle and knee pulled out to the arm wrests and secured with black straps to the metal tube. Her arms were in turn pulled up and out to the side of the van behind the seat and secured to each outside wall. In this position her ass was wide open facing forward, her stomach against the top of the seat back with her large breasts hanging free below her chest behind the seat. In essence, my wife was wide open, immobile and exposed for whatever someone wanted to do to her. As I stared at my wife's open crotch, there was no doubt in my mind that both her pussy and asshole had already seen some serious attention by the two men in the room down the hall as I waited and listened. Either way, like some kind of a new found cuckold, I now sat and stared at an unknown mixture of what could be massage oil, lube, sperm, her own moisture or perhaps all of the above, slip from her freshly shaved pussy and drip down to the bench seat below her. Above her pussy, my wife's tight pink asshole was surrounded by a similar mixture and pouted slightly open and pink with signs of abuse also. As I watched her pussy slowly expel the unknown fluid, I noticed that the man that I had seen earlier, leading her down the hall, was now in the very back of the van, knelt behind the seat and appeared to be massaging her nipples and kissing her intently on the lips. As I watched this I could hear my wife moaning into the man's open mouth while pulling at her bonds just slightly. As I watched this I couldn't tell if she was struggling in defiance or trying to move her mouth closer onto his or perhaps move her hanging breasts fully into his open hands. I paid no attention to Tanner or the van's movements. I just watched the man alternate from pulling on each nipple then slap each breast from all sides with one hand as he used the other to pull Margie's mouth tight into his. We traveled south on the freeway and then exited at the airport. Then right before we entered the airport we pulled off at a large Hotel that most likely catered to business travelers. Tanner pulled the van alongside the hotel to a side door, where two men stood waiting with gym bags. As soon as the van had stopped, one of the men pulled open the side door and then both entered the van, each one instantly taking note of the naked woman spread out directly to their left as they entered. Minutes later the van pulled away from the Hotel and the men's hands began to grope Margie all over, getting an instant reaction from her in the form of moaning and groaning. In just a few more minutes Margie started to swear as one of the men began pulling her ass cheeks apart and pushing fingers inside of her while the other one opened their small bags and began to take out an array of sex toys. At this every moment I realized that my wife Margie, was in for the ride of her life, right there inside the back of a windowless work van, with me her husband of 14 years only able to watch. We pulled back onto the freeway and headed south again. And it wasn't long before the sound escalated from the back of the van. Margie grunted, groaned and cussed as one of the men from the Hotel passed a ball gag to the man still behind the seat that was kissing my wife earlier. He then pushed the red ball inside her mouth and quickly pulled the straps tight behind her head. Once the ball gag was in place, it was only a few minutes before my wife began to earnestly try and talk around it, then eventually try and scream through it. As she did this I looked down and saw that one man was pushing a large dildo slowly into her pussy while the other was forcing a well lubed medium sized dildo into her ass. As all this was happening, the third man was still behind the seat playing with her swinging breasts, only now handling them much rougher than before. As we continued to drive south, suddenly I could hear Margie breathing furiously through her nose and let out a long groan, while at the same time the van could be felt moving up and down and slightly side to side. I quickly looked again and couldn't believe what I saw. Margie's pussy and ass were now totally filled with the two dildos. Or maybe I should say, not so much filled as being totally filled, over and over again. I say this because as the man on the left pushed and pulled the dildo in and out of her ass, the man on the right did the same thing with the larger one, in and out of her pussy. And all the while as those two men carried out their assault on her pussy and asshole, the third man pulled each of Margie's heavy breasts in various directions by her nipples, forcing my wife into a stiff self inflicted arching of her back as she attempted to take the strain off her nipples. A wild convulsive orgasm followed almost immediately as the two men behind her increased their pace while the man at her breasts not only pulled up and out to the sides, but now began to roll the tortured nipples in between his strong fingers at the same time. All this along with the hardest open hand spanking I have ever seen, kept Margie in a forced orgasm for a time period longer than I though humanly possible. And in the end she collapsed in her bonds, looking to be passed out. The men then slowly removed the dildos and then groped her naked body while talked quietly to each other about how this was nothing compared to what "The Master" would be doing to her when they got to where they were going. I was emotionally drained at this point by the fact they appeared to have only gotten started with her, and there was more to come. And not just more, but what sounded like even a rougher treatment taking place at the hands of the one they called, "The Master." About 5 minutes later we pulled off the freeway and into an upscale neighborhood. We then made a few corners and then backed into an open garage. Tanner shut off the motor, closed the garage door with a remote on the van's visor and asked I come with him into the house. I was a little reluctant to leave my wife in her present condition in the hands of the three men that had just rocked her world to the point she had passed out, but after a few seconds I reminded myself that this is what she truly wanted, got out of the van and headed into the house with Tanner. Once in the house, Tanner took me to what appeared to be the master bedroom, only unlike most bedrooms, it was devoid of anything but a large bed with four posts and a full canopy above. It was at this point I realized that the house itself was empty as if not lived in except for this one room. As I scanned the room, Tanner took me to a large walk in closet and asked I sit in a single chair that was just inside. As I sat just a bit confused, Tanner said that as we had discussed, I would not be present for all of my wife's fantasies, but nearby. He smiled as I sat down and said that this part of the adventure would be administered by another man that was very skilled and experienced at this sort of thing and he would have control of the door, as in, whether it remained opened or closed. This had my head spinning for sure, and as I struggled to deal with what was just said, Tanner slowly closed the door in front of me. Only a few minutes had passed before I heard a commotion in the room that lie directly in front of the door I was now staring dead into. I heard things like, "Hold her, pull that tighter, ok, now give me that one,........ good." And as I listened to what sounded like one man's unfamiliar voice giving all the orders, I heard my wife Margie moaning and trying to speak around what must have been the ball gag that I assumed had been left on her from the van ride here. Suddenly there was silence, then the footsteps of a single man coming towards the door. A second later the door slowly opened and I found myself face to face with a man about my size wearing only a black leather face mask with a distinctive white lightning bolt across the forehead of the mask. He said nothing to me, just cocked his head a little sideways a few times and made an "Mmmmmmm" sound. As he moved away from the opening I could see my wife Margie was gagged, blindfolded and strung up at the foot of the bed, nude and in an open X fashion, facing out from the bed. Both Margie's knees were firmly on the bed, but had been pulled painfully wide to each dark post and firmly secured. In turn, her forearms were pulled up and out to each post and strapped down as well, leaving her wide open and fully exposed. My view was primarily from the side, but not totally, so I could see both posts and the front of my wife from a sharp angle. Due to the way Margie had been tied up, her breasts were hanging free and away from her chest just slightly and easily cleared the closest bed post. As I watched intently, the masked man pulled up a chair matching the one I was sitting in and placed it right in front of my wife. Then he retrieved a large suitcase, sat it down to the left of the chair and opened it. My heart skipped a beat as the man sat down less than a foot from my wife and began to take an array of dildos from the case and lay them out below her open crotch. There were no small dildos at all, just medium sized to immensely large and long ones. One in particular was a string of rubber balls all molded together in a line and at least a foot long. At one end the balls started out small, like a large marble, and at the other the largest was the size of a cue ball, and above that a handle. Last out of the case was a large pump bottle of some kind of lube, literally a pint perhaps. The man took it from the case and placed it on my side, his right, and I found myself just staring at the large container wondering whether or not he would need that much lube or if perhaps he did this a lot and was just saving money buying in bulk. I was quickly reminded of who was in charge as the masked man then stood up face to face with my wife and slowly lifted her blindfold. Margie went totally ballistic when she saw his face and began to scream around the gag while at the same time pulling roughly at her bonds. The bed shook and the man growled a low gruff laugh from behind the mask and then reattached the blindfold securely over her eyes. Even with the blindfold back on, Margie continued to protest from behind the gag. I became alarmed for her safety due to the way she was now reacting as if she really feared what was going to happen next. As I considered it, I was reminded of what she had said earlier, "Her ultimate fantasy would be for everything to go as far as it could with her not being marked permanently or injured." So with this thought I resettled in the chair and watched as the masked man ignored her struggles and retrieved a long black cord of rope and quickly encircled my wife's right breast at the base, then roughly continued to go around and around it until it looked like a bloated and over filled fleshy balloon with one extremely large and hard nipple pointing straight out at the end. Then the man quickly did the other the same way. The man then attached another rope to each of the encircled ropes near the outside and attached each rope to the nearest post just below where Margie's arms were secured. This pulled each of my wife's ballooned breasts forcefully away from her chest, out to the side and slightly up. At this point Margie just groaned and arched her back, as she appeared to be trying to take as much tension off her breasts as possible. Now with Margie secure in this position, the masked man took the time to play with her nipples and then move his hands to other parts of my wife's body, rubbing and probing as he quietly whispered in her left ear. Then out of nowhere the masked man stopped what he was doing, walked towards me and slowly closed the door. With the door now closed, all I could do was listen as the man started by telling Margie that he and she would work together the next few hours and that the goal would be to take the largest of the dildos in her pussy while at the same time allow all but the last rubber ball to pass into her asshole. I had a pretty good idea which dildos he was referring to and judging by the way Margie was screaming through the gag, I was sure that he must be demonstrating to her with the blindfold removed now. The next hour and a half was nothing less than torture. Every time the man would introduce larger toys slowly into her pussy or challenge my wife's ass to one or two larger ball sizes, I would hear yet again the familiar sound of the man pumping on the large lube container. And then shortly thereafter, my wife Margie would begin Huffing air as fast as humanly possible through her nose followed by a long groan then an almost animal grunt as the bed would shake and slap against the wall at the opposite end. And every time she had accomplished the next step, I would then hear a slapping sound that had to be skin against his open hand. The slapping would start out light and eventually escalate along with the masked man telling her that he would keep spanking her ass and slapping her tits until she agreed to move on. Margie was rewarded with several small orgasms along the way, but the largest by far was at the very last. During the final orgasm Margie made noises that didn't seem humanly possible along with screams that seemed to dislodge the gag altogether, while all the while, the bed hammering against the wall sharply with a steady rhythm. After that, the room beyond the door grew quiet and I could hear someone taking pictures with what sounded like a digital camera, over and over for five minutes or so. Shortly thereafter there was a lot of movement in the room and then silence. My mind was reeling from everything I had just listened to take place in the other room and as I waited for someone to open the door I honestly lost track of time. Finally realizing that, I checked my cell phone for the time and made a mental note of it. I decided I would wait 15 minutes and then take the initiative to open the door myself and end this adventure before my wife was actually injured in some way. After 15 minutes had passed and no one had opened the door I slowly got up and opened the door and found myself alone in the room. The Masked man was gone along with the large lube bottle, sex toys, ropes and cases. The house seemed too quiet and I quickly found my way through every room and then at last to an empty garage. I soon found myself sitting on the step leading down to the garage slab and just staring at the garage floor. My heart sank as the realization set in that Margie had been taken by the men and I was no longer going to be able to assure her safety. And for that matter, I had no clue where she was now. As my gaze moved from the garage floor to the overhead door, I saw a piece of paper taped to the center of it that I didn't remember being there before, or perhaps I hadn't noticed it. Either way I stood to inspect the paper and found it addressed to me. The note said, "Call a cab and go home, you're at 16532 NW 12th ST. when you get home, check your e-mail. We will be keeping Margie until midnight, at which time you will be given an address to pick her up. She will continue to receive what she has asked for and will not be injured. Tanner." End of Chapter 1