5 comments/ 203900 views/ 19 favorites Marina's Fantasy By: saston Marina's workweek had been very trying and she was tired. Starting home all she could think about was how she was going to relax over the next couple of days. With her husband, Carlo being out of town on business and Sandra, her daughter expected to spend the weekend away with a friend's family, Marina had no plans and no commitments. Even the weather forecast was to cooperate as a storm was already blowing in. So unless something unexpected came up Marina saw her self just catching up on some reading, maybe sleeping a little later and hoping that the world would simply pass her by for the weekend. "Just one stop," Marina thought considering what all she needed from the market before going home. "A bottle of wine for sure and some candles," she continued, planning and adding to her list of necessities in case the storm should keep her indoors or knock the power out. Inside the store, Marina spotted Silvano, a handsome neighborhood teenager who worked as a stock boy. There was little doubt in Marina's mind that Silvano had a crush on her. Every time she shopped there, he wouldn't be far away just looking her over and smiling mischievously. Marina considered it flattering that the young man would take such obvious pleasure in watching her. Marina hadn't been shopping long when she heard the resonating 'Booms' of thunder. Hurrying to finish before she got caught in the storm, Marina cut a few items from her list, but she hadn't been quick enough. Leaving the shop she could see the heavy clouds laying in, feel the wind picking up and could smell the rain in the air. Looking to the distance Marina could see the foreboding skies, dark and ominous. Immediately she knew this storm would be severe and now wasn't so comfortable at the prospect of being alone. Poor Marina could hardly manage things; her hands were filled with grocery packages, her eyes squinting against the elements, her high heels slipping under foot and her skirt swirled lasciviously about her knees. By the time, she made it to her car her blonde bangs were dripping in ringlets about her face and she sensed her make-up had at least partially washed away. "What a fright I must look," Marina thought, glad that she shouldn't be seeing anyone she knew. Once back in the relative safety of her car Marina assessed the damage and immediately noticed how transparent her blouse had become once soaked through, her lace frilled bra showing quite clearly. Her skirt was not much better as the drenched fabric clung to her thighs with beads of water dripping down her legs. Slowly a chill crept through Marina making her realize that she needed to get out of these wet clothes and warm up as soon as possible. The streets were clearing quickly with everyone making their way indoors so Marina made good time getting home. Once parked, she made her way again through the elements to her front door taking care not to fall. After opening the door and switching the light, it was obvious the power had already failed. "Damn," she cursed, her first thought wondering if there would still be enough hot water for a soothing bath. With her arms still laden with packages, Marina swung a shapely hip to close the door behind her. Carefully now she navigated the dark house towards the kitchen with only the occasional lightening flash to illuminate her way. Once Marina had put her groceries away, she poured herself a glass of wine and took a long swallow. "Ahhh," she breathed, exhaling some of her tension, feeling the sweet juice slightly tickling and warming her throat. The wine was so delicious and Marina needed such calming that she made quick work of the first glass then poured another. "Candles, matches, wine and a bath," Marina thought, planning and gathering what she'd need upstairs. Now with everything in hand Marina began making her way through the dark interior towards the bath room feeling more at ease that everything was going to be alright. Outside Marina could still hear the storm's fury, the thunder cracking, the wind howling and rattling the yard's tree limbs, the rain pelting the ground as heavy as hail. No longer concerned for herself Marina suddenly shuddered, wondering and hoping that Sandra was safe and out of the storm. Of late Marina wasn't so sure she could manage or trust her daughter, didn't even know if she had a boy friend, or if she was still a virgin. Even as a child, Sandra had been headstrong, defiant, and now at 18 she was almost too much for Marina to handle. Sandra was becoming a woman but in her mother's mind she was still more a child. These were awkward times for the two of them, trying to forge a balance, the mother trying to help her daughter mature, the daughter wanting to do it her own way and in her own time. "I'll call her," Marina thought before reconsidering. She knew Sandra needed some space, some time away and besides she was still chilled and needed to get out of her wet clothes. "Maybe later," Marina decided now carefully climbing the stairs so as not to slip in her wet heels. Once in the darkened bathroom Marina set down her supplies before firing the first of two candles. In a few seconds, the little flames flickered under breath casting dancing shadows about the room. Now Marina could concentrate on removing her clothing. Although the coolness of her clothes had diminished since coming indoors their wet fabric still clung to her almost like a second skin. The sensation of having her clothes feeling so clingy, so plastered to her, that Marina thought it strangely erotic. Beginning with her blouse Marina unfastened the buttons then pulled the top overhead. As she did so, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. For a time Marina studied herself before deciding she liked how she looked in the soft light. Although her hair was sloppy and her make-up smeared, Marina thought she looked seductive, sultry – the way she imagined herself looking after some hot sex. "Marina?" she shamed herself, "such thoughts and to be alone," she continued while taking more wine. Being 41 and having a teenage daughter, Marina wasn't at all displeased with her looks, or who she was. She liked her hair short as it was now it made her feel more carefree. She'd always liked her eyes, their sparkling green. She considered them her best facial feature, spicy and yet playful depending on her mood. "I still have the men looking," Marina thought, seeing her full breasts slightly over-flowing her bra, her mature shapely hips, and remembering how hungrily Silvano at looked at her in the grocery. True he was only a teenager, she conceded, but he was male nonetheless. Now Marina turned her focus to her skirt, quickly working the button around her waist to finally shrug it off. Next came her heels then panty hose, which she carefully peeled down her legs before tossing them aside. Standing now in just her thin panties and bra, looking herself over, Marina once again thought of the young stock boy with the wondering eyes, how she'd caught him looking at her legs, how he smiled so saucily, grinning just a little at being caught. Marina was by her own admission a highly sexed creature. She wasn't accustomed to going very long without an orgasmic release. Typically, Marina had marital relations a couple of times a week, but that was hardly enough for her especially considering the torrid fantasies she routinely entertained. To ultimately satisfy her sexual appetite it wasn't unusual for Marina to masturbate at least every other day and when her fantasies were running on high she would indulge herself daily. Warmed some by her imaginings, Marina caressed her hands along her skin wondering if she could still hold her own with such a strong young man as Silvano, please him, and satisfy such youthful virility. She wasn't so sure. Granted she had the experience, the wiles, but did she have the stamina? Marina found the prospect, the fantasy exciting and could sense herself becoming aroused, her nipples tingling and slowly beginning to rise. "Oh Marina," she said to herself, "you've had too much wine already." Just then, after Marina collected her emotions and started to open the faucet to draw her bath she caught sound of a faint noise. She knew her house well and even with the storm still raging, believed the sound had come from within the house, maybe from down stairs. Perhaps Sandra had come home early, she thought. Now listening intently Marina focused her hearing beyond the confines of the bathroom, but after another minute or two heard nothing further. While listening, Marina considered calling out to Sandra to make sure the noise she'd heard was she, but thought wiser of that idea just in case it wasn't. If it was Sandra, she would be up the stairs in a minute or two so Marina just waited, her pulse racing a bit, her mouth becoming dry. As the minutes passed the silence and uncertainty continued. Marina thought back to how she'd seen the house earlier, was anything different, could someone have already been in the house before she came in? "No," Marina answered her own thinking, "the door was locked when I got home." Marina thought harder trying to remember re-locking the door, but all she could see in her mind was having her hands full. "Stupid me," Marina whispered now remembering how she'd used her hip to push the door to and never returned to lock it. "Maybe it was just the wind," she comforted herself trying not to worry over nothing but a coincident. Still in just her lingerie with only a robe thrown over, Marina made her way quietly down the hall so as not to let her presence know. If there was someone other than Sandra in the house, she sure didn't want to let on that she was home and alone. At the top of the stairs, Marina listened again, hearing nothing but now looking into the living room below to see if anything appeared to be out of place. Within the darkness, she couldn't see much of anything, nothing appeared clearly out of sorts, and yet something seemed odd. Once at the base of the stairs Marina began focusing her suspicions towards the door. As she neared, she could see a sliver of light shining through the hinge. Sure enough, the door hadn't closed all the way, it had blown open in the wind, what a relief she thought feeling herself draw in the nervous breath she'd been holding. Marina could feel herself calming, her nerves settling. She almost began to laugh at how foolish she had felt. "Now I'll call Sandra," she told herself dialing her daughter's cell phone, needing to put all her concerns to rest. 'Ring...ring...ring,' the phone sounded in Marina's ear before she heard Sandra's youthful voice on the other end. "Sandra," Marina began before being suddenly controlled and effectively silenced by a large firm hand placed over her mouth and another clenched around her waist. Instantly, reactively Marina tried to scream but she emitted only a muffled cry. Simultaneously, instinctively Marina fought her attacker, contorting her frail body within his grasp while flailing her arms about desperately. Within the man's iron arms, after only seconds Marina knew she didn't have the strength to thwart her attacker. She was already feeling fatigued and was out of breath from being partially smothered and squeezed so tightly. Now Marina wilted, pausing to rest and consider what was happening. As she thought what to do, a second man, another large man wearing a dark hood moved to take the phone from her hand and hung it up with the sound of Sandra's questioning voice growing faint in the process. "Quiet now," a deep toned, accented voice spoke from Marina's back side, "We're not here to hurt you," he continued, Marina immediately recognized the speech as American. "We only want your help." Marina's eyes were wide in terror, tears already welling, her pulse racing, her breathes coming in shallow pants. The man having a hold of her was strong to be sure and his grasp unrelenting. Marina could feel his broad chest enveloping her, his height towering above her. "I'm going to ask you some questions," the masked man standing before Marina began. "And we don't want any bullshit answers," his companion added. After the initial instructions, the man at Marina's back removed his hand from across her mouth and replaced it around her shoulders and upper chest effectively trapping her arms within his. For only another moment, Marina re-tested her captor's grip but when he squeezed forcing more air from her little lungs, she knew there was nothing she could do, especially not against two such men. "What..do..you.. want," she asked, trying to speak her best English, her voice cracking in fear. From what the men asked, Marina surmised that they were investigating her employer's company, apparently of things she knew nothing about. "I don't know," came Marina's first answer, "I am only a secretary." Displeased with Marina's lack of cooperation the man at her back lowered his arm from her upper chest down until she could feel the weight and mass of his arm resting at the swell of her breast. He had her in a pinch squeezing her narrow waist and torso to the extent she could feel her bones compacting. "Shall we try again," the apparent leader asked, now stepping closer to the captive woman so close that she could feel his breath on her face. Looking up at the man who stood almost a foot taller than she was, Marina was immediately drawn to his eyes, seeded in the dark hood. They were serious eyes, dark, piercing, unblinking; seemingly without compassion and so strong that Marina found herself unable to look straight into them. Marina's concerns were growing, she knew these men meant business, but she didn't know the answers to their questions, she wished she did. "I'm...not..sure," came another of her answers, trying to buy time and think if there was something she should know or should've paid more attention to at work, but didn't. Once again the man behind Marina moved, still having her arms trapped, now slipping his right hand inside her robe, and lowering it to cover her left breast. This time however, he didn't just rest it there but instead grabbed her tit firmly, squeezing it hard through her sheer bra, manipulating the pliant flesh within his fingers. "Oooch," Marina winced, never having felt such aggression or feeling so powerless to stop what was happening to her. Suddenly as her assailant found her nipple and took it between his fingers, Marina felt a jolt rush up her spine. Surely, she wasn't feeling excited about his touch, this situation, she wondered and worried. "When is the next shipment arriving," Marina heard the leader ask. She thought to answer, wanted to tell them something that would end this ordeal, but she was silent finding her concentration focused more on the violating touch. "She won't tell," Marina heard the man say across her ear his face just to her side. "I'll make her talk," he added suddenly moving his hands to snatch the robe from Marina's shoulders, stripping it away. As best she could, Marina tried to grab the cover before it was gone but she was too slow. Within mere seconds, she found herself standing before the two strangers with only her scant under clothes concealing her nudity. "Bastardo," Marina cried in her native tongue, retracting her reaching arms once she saw the man toss her robe out of reach across the dark spans of the living room. Almost beaten Marina tried to protect her modesty by moving her arms and hands from one place to another trying to shield the men's views of her breasts, crotch, or backside, but her efforts were in vain. There was nothing she could do, no matter what part of her anatomy she covered some other part was exposed. Marina could feel the men's hungry eyes upon her, taking in her feminine curves. It was then, that Marina once again saw those over-powering eyes, now silently telling her not to resist. As much as she would've preferred otherwise, Marina was somehow weakened by this man's stare. She felt frail before him as if he knew her better than she knew herself and yet she knew nothing of him except that he was in control. As Marina felt herself melting under the leader's stare, she felt his accomplice once again engulf her within his muscular arms. With minimal effort he controlled her weakened state before moving to fill one palm with her breast while then placing his other hand atop her little panties. This woman felt good to his touch, she was soft, warm and seemingly beyond resisting. He could feel her trembling; feel her muscles quivering beneath her feminine flesh. He liked her fear. Marina knew that she was running out of time, but she couldn't think of what to do. She was frozen in time and thought, consumed with the sensation of this man's hands upon her person. She could feel his fingers moving, searching, caressing, feel his excited breaths exhaled at her neck. "I think the bitch likes it," her accoster growled pinching Marina's betraying nipple finding it peaked upon her breast, erect and rigid. "Yes she does," he added reading her body, now slipping a large hand under the waistband of her silks, strumming his fingers through her fine pubes, reaching his fingertips nearer to her center, searching out her hidden clit. Marina could feel the man at her back pressing his pelvis against her, grinding his crotch against her ass. She could feel his hardness rising, feel his cock stabbing her soft butt. Unwillingly Marina thought to imagine his size. She felt herself losing it; her nipples ached from being so hard, her breasts swollen heavy. At her center, Marina could feel her pussy warming and moistening, her clit tingled and stiffened to receive this man's invading touch. "Si arresta prego," Marina began before realizing her tormentors probably couldn't understand her Italian, "Please..stop," she repeated hoping her pleas would calm the man molesting her or beseech the leader to intervene. Marina knew instinctively that her situation was dire. Things had changed drastically, where once the men's interests revolved around gaining information now things were purely sexual, especially for the man groping her. Marina could feel his masculine desires for her rising and herself, her body being swayed. Almost as a last resort, Marina looked once more to the leader for some sign of what his intentions were. Suddenly he reached forward filling his hand with her twisted blonde locks, pulling her head down forcing her to bend at the waist. As reluctant, as she was not to oblige Marina found herself being steered by her hips from behind, leaning forward, and having to place her hands on the leader's hips for balance to keep from falling into him. Marina was more vulnerable than ever, being controlled from both ends, her head held bowed, and her ass out thrust. At her backside, she could feel the grip upon her hips pressing her forward as if steering her into the leader's crotch and there, only inches away she could see a very distinctive bulge. In the moment, Marina could feel her eye's widening at the sight and barely caught her jaw from dropping open. Marina's indecent pose hadn't gone unnoticed either, as the man at her back quickly took hold of her frail panties and with one good yank tore them from her body with such strength that the poor woman was nearly rocked to the floor. Had Marina not been clenching the leader's pants for support she would've ended up on the floor. Then like a trophy to a conqueror, the man at Marina's back briefly raised the torn panties overhead before placing them at his face to breath in her scent. "She's ripe, alright," he bragged before randomly tossing the feminine garment over his shoulder. "Dio dell'OH,..no," (oh..God,..no) Marina cried out, now completely vulnerable, thinking her rape was inevitable. The only things she thought uncertain; was by whom would she first be taken, how many times would they abuse her, and would she survive it all. Marina's Fantasy At her back, Marina heard the distinctive sound of a zipper being opened, pants being let down, and a belt buckle hitting the floor. Once again, the man behind her filled his hands with her womanly hips, regained his control and apparently preparing to indulge him self within her. "Prego,...please," Marina, begged the leader, still clenched by her hair, straining her neck looking up in hopes of seeing some sign of mercy. Instead, she saw only the stare of his cold dark eyes void of promise with no hint of salvation or compassion. Marina could feel the man behind her pulling at her hips as if trying to back her away so that he might have her for himself. The thought of being alone with this monster terrified Marina and so with all her might, she clutched the leader's pants desperately trying to hold on. "Since you insist," the leader said sarcastically, aware of the woman's desperate actions and in response quickly unzipped himself extracting his healthy cock, which he promptly positioned at the brink of the woman's lips since she was only inches away. Marina was dumbfounded; she was caught between two men obviously intent on having their way with her. Her mind reeled at what to do, but in the moment, all she did was stand there vulnerable, confused, and frightened beyond reason. "So be it...," the man at Marina's hips announced, realizing what she was doing and in that time adjusted himself, aiming his engorged organ at the vulnerability of the woman's center. In another second, he pressed himself dutifully forward so as not to waste his effort or miss his mark. Marina felt the long dreaded contact at the folds of her vagina and immediately thought to resist by physically tightening herself. She tensed herself feeling her own resistance, the restriction of her tiny feminine orifice to the masculinity trying to gain entry. Then in just another instant, she felt the shock of being penetrated as her nether lips parted allowing the rapist in. "NOOO...," the woman began to cry out before the leader effectively silenced her protest by spontaneously plunging his long, fat cock between her lips, filling her open mouth forcing her quiet. Now the leader leaned forward enough to adeptly release the woman's bra, which had been clasped at her back, between her shoulders. In an instant, the garment fell open about her slender sides to hang from her shoulder straps alongside her immediately bared breasts. "Oh Yah," the rapist groaned, seeing his accomplice's participation. "The bitch is all ours," he added triumphantly, sinking himself into the yielding cunt, sliding in deeper and deeper in result of the woman's failed resistance and the preoccupation of having a massive penis pushed towards the curve of her throat. Marina felt herself being steadily filled to entirety at both ends and knew there was nothing she could do except to literally hang on and survive this horrific ordeal. She didn't even know what to think, how to occupy her mind until this atrocity was over. All she managed was to remain as still as possible thinking this would keep the men from becoming angry with her and ultimately help her to remain uninjured. The room was near silent now, except for the unmistakable sounds of sex, the rapist's body slapping against the woman's, the men's breathing coming in shallow rapid succession from the efforts of their sexual deeds. Marina was panting, her exhaled breathes being forced from her as the rapist drove her lungs to empty then refill around the erection stuffed within her mouth. It wasn't easy for Marina to stay in control of her consciousness. She tried not to hear or feel what was happening, tried not to accept that it was happening to her. She closed her eyes in denial trying to disassociate herself from the reality of her rape. In the midst of it all, Marina thought to relax, to at least breathe around the leader's swollen cock so that she wouldn't choke on it or pass out. As Marina filled her lungs through her nose, she concentrated on just relaxing. 'She would be their vessel for a time', she conceded, 'and then it would end,' was all she imagined, unconsciously becoming less aware of how her body was being used between the two men. With great energy and zeal the two Americans plunged themselves into the woman as if she was nothing more than a housing for their satisfaction, a receptacle for their ejaculations, and to them she was just that. Now their energies were becoming ever more audible as they began grunting and groaning from the satisfaction and pleasure of being joined with a female. In the midst of the nightmare and darkness, Marina heard the men's sounds and what seemed like a distant sigh, "Awwhh..." To her the sigh seemed a sound out of place and yet a tone somehow familiar demanding that she think about it. As Marina's awareness crept to surface, she was stunned to realize that the sigh she was hearing was her own and that from her past she knew that sound conveyed her sexual acceptance and participation. In a rush of realization, Marina became aware that she was welcoming the cock in her throat. Now on her tiptoes she had slid her feet further apart willfully spreading her legs to invite every centimeter of contact possible with her rapist. Although subconsciously, Marina had fought to control her emotions, she hadn't managed to control her body. Poor Marina was utterly humiliated as her body acted in betrayal. She was ashamed hearing the repeated moans escaping her own throat. "Oh, you little slut," the rapist cheered knowing by the feel of the woman and her sounds that she had succumbed to the nature of being bred. Now inspired by her consenting behavior, not that it really would've mattered, the American began to earnestly, rhythmically piston into his captive's depths. With every thrust, he slammed himself home, flattening her fleshy rump about his pelvis while driving her forward to take more of his associate's penis into her gaping, salivating mouth. Marina couldn't ignore herself any longer, she could feel the extent of her all enveloping surrender as her skin warmed and her nerves tingled. She could feel how her breasts had swollen, how they swung heavily beneath her, powered by the momentum of the forceful fucking she was receiving. She could feel the rapist's balls slapping between her sweaty thighs, feel how her leg muscles flexed and spasmed as the tension built deep inside her. The leader, while momentarily content to be a phallic backstop for the woman to work against was also contemplating taking his turn. It was okay with him for now allowing his partner to have a little fun with the woman, to warm her up, but there was no way he was going to allow him to soil what would ultimately be his prize. In the meantime, while the leader awaited the right moment he simply enjoyed the sloppy, warm, salivating bath his cock was receiving in the snug confines of the woman's narrow throat. His time was near and from the sounds emanating from the woman's throat; he knew she too was close. He had a pension for making women cum beyond their tolerances and that is what he intended for her. Marina was no longer, who she hoped to be. She was slowly becoming herself that highly sexed creature always eager to cum, anxious for satisfaction. She was climbing to orgasm, forced by a rapist and there was nothing she could do or would do to stop it. Her libido was out of control, now solely consumed with the desire to cum. It didn't matter to her by what means or with whom, only that she achieve release. It was at that moment just as the rapist forced Marina to the brink of erupting that the house phone began ringing. In her current state Marina was hardly aware of the phone and with no one else interested the phone ran a few more times before the answering machine activated to record Sandra saying she was just down the street and would be home in a few minutes. For only a brief time between thrusts did Marina consider the consequences of having her daughter step through the door to see her mother lewdly bent over, being completely taken, and ashamedly reveling in it. Marina's contemplations didn't last long however as she suddenly found herself instinctively thrusting backwards to match the brute rapist's efforts while she suctioned herself to the leader's penis as if it were a lifeline. "Oh...yah...," the American managed succumbing to the woman's tactic while he firmed his grip about her hips steadying her further as their sexual frenzy made it difficult to stay in unison. "You...slut," he groaned, "You do want it,...don't you?" to which the woman moaned in agreement. Marina was now completely lost to the act and began to tremble from her insides out. She could feel her climax coming, feel the wave rising to a crescendo and yet where she was familiar with it breaking it went beyond...and beyond...and beyond. Outside in the rain Sandra was striding up the walk, she was hoping to find the door unlocked, as she wanted to get out of the weather, into the warm, and change into some dry clothes. Her weekend plans hadn't gone well and ended up being cancelled due to the bad weather. At the door, Sandra turned the knob, found it unlocked, pushed the door open, and stepped inside. She was surprised by the dark not thinking about the power being out and confused by the unfamiliar sounds she heard coming from across her family's living room. Marina was now out of her mind, oblivious to everything around her including the sudden presence of her daughter. All she knew was the ecstasy of having these men's cocks being a part of her. She was slobbering and gasping for breath around the cock that plugged her throat, bucking, and humping against the one buried to the hilt within her. It was only when a passing car cast its headlights through a window did Sandra see the forms of the three people huddled together in a gyrating mass. She hadn't ever seen such a sight and didn't immediately comprehend exactly what it was she was seeing. Marina was cumming hard now, her orgasm exploding like a starburst with shock waves rippling throughout every fiber of her being. She couldn't feel herself her extremities, only the shuddering intensity of her climax, which rocked her like a seizure. "Momma?" Sandra blurted at the realization that she was seeing her mother vulgarly engaged with two strange men, never considering the consequences, not knowing what was really happening to her poor mother. At the girl's call, the two men instantaneously separated themselves from the woman leaving her to collapse on the floor like a writhing rag doll. Then like dark demons, they leapt across the dark their raging cocks wagging before them like jousting spears to quickly grab the girl before she knew what to do. Even before the men had laid their hands on the girl, she was fighting. She threw her fists and elbows, tried to kick and knee, but although her efforts were worthy, she was effectively subdued in seconds by the men's strength and technique. After some time as Marina's faculties began to return, she considered her place discovering that she was lying naked on the floor. It took her a few more seconds to piece together what she thought had happened to her, remembering by way of her tingling nerves and the exhausted contentment within her sex that she had been ravaged. Marina thought it was impossible and would've doubted the whole thing ever happened, but by her body's condition and symptoms, it obviously had. Marina's awareness was gradually keener now hearing sounds that in the recesses of her mind were all too familiar and concerning. Forcing her eyes open and turning her head to look across the room, she saw a cluster of shadowy forms intertwined on her husband's leisure chair. Remaining still, Marina focused her view recognizing Sandra sprawled on her back lying crosswise in the seat of Carlo's chair, her chest rising and falling rapidly as if hyperventilating, her torso tucked awkwardly into the seat with her youthful porcelain behind poised on the arm of the chair. The mother could see her daughter's stiff bare legs outstretched towards the ceiling, her jeans bunched at her ankles, held there by the American leader. At Sandra's head was Marina's rapist, who had somehow pinned the helpless young woman's arms beneath her back and was holding her down with one heavy hand upon her chest while stifling her voice with a big paw across her mouth. As Marina watched, wondering what to do Sandra apparently having mustered her strength began to squirm and struggle. In that instant the leader maneuvered to control her legs with a single hand and with the other delivered several sharp spanks to the young woman's taut under-thighs ringing the air with the sound of his swats. Marina sensed fury rushing through her. She felt her muscles flexing to move, but as the seconds passed Sandra settled and the spanking stopped. Once again Marina found herself lying still and quiet, only waiting and watching. "That won't be tolerated," the leader, growled sliding his hand from the pink flaming skin lower towards the young woman's panty covered crotch. There he took hold of the garment and folded it back to expose the vulnerable young woman's cunt, where he administered a few more swats apparently just for good measure. Marina could see Sandra's muscles flexing, her skeleton contorting, but that was all she could manage in her restrained position under the control of such overpowering men. The mother knew exactly how helpless the daughter felt and even now Marina felt helpless to help. Sure she could jump up and pitch a fit, cause a disturbance for a little while but what good would it really do? As Marina contemplated her actions she could hear the tone of Sandra's growled protests rising in pitch even though muffled under hand. Looking to understand, Marina could see that the leader had now pushed at least a couple of his thick fingers into the folds of Sandra's sex and was carelessly forcing them in and out, finger-fucking her. "Yah,...do the little bitch," Marina's rapist hissed cutting a quick eye towards the woman on the floor, seeing her still in her place curled up fetally, but with her eyes open and watching. Although he didn't immediately give away the mother's secret, he considered her inaction a gesture of consent and returned his focus to the next apparent rape. Marina hadn't seen that she'd been found out as her concentration was fixed on the leader and Sandra. She could see now that the American's fingers were plunging deeper and more easily into her daughter and heard the faint moist sounds of the contact. Marina knew she herself was highly sexed and easily aroused and now like mother like daughter suspected Sandra was the same. Where once Sandra's utterances were clearly defiance now there was a tone of surrendering. It was then without warning when the leader withdrew his sloppy fingers to handle his heavy, hard cock. For a few stroked he smeared the young woman's vaginal secretions along the length of his rigid shaft before slapping his cock all across the creased folds of the brunette's young cunt. Even in the dark, Marina's eyes grew big and bright, watching the bulbous cock-head sinking slowly out of sight into her daughter's body followed by inch after amazing inch of the enormous cock and all of it without so much as a peep of pain from the petite Sandra. Marina watched the encounter in aw, her heart racing, her breathes coming in short takes, her skin tingling, her nipples hardening like diamonds, and her crotch searing like a volcano. There wasn't so much as a moment's guilt in Marina for allowing this thing to happen without her intervention. She was wildly aroused by the sights and sounds of what she suspected was her daughter's first fucking. It didn't matter to her that this was a rape, in fact it had been a long held fantasy of hers to see her daughter taken against her will, one she had feverishly masturbated to many times before. Marina would've never wished or planned for such a thing to happen, but now that it was all she could do was watch and revel in it. "That's it...fuck that little bitch," Marina found herself saying within her head. "Take her...make her like it...fuck her hard!" The pace was increasing now as the leader rammed himself in deeper, harder, and faster with every thrust. Marina could see that the American leader was no longer restraining Sandra as much as he was just holding her in place. Sandra was somewhat free to move now but she wasn't, instead she was controlling her own legs, keeping them hoisted high overhead, but allowing them to fall open as much as her binding jeans would allow. She was doing all that she could to accommodate the cock too big for her inexperience and doing it well by Marina's assumption. It was clear from her tones that Sandra was now being fucked appropriately hard and welcoming it. She was no longer growling in protest but grunting and cooing in appreciation. It was the clarity of Sandra's sounds that caused Marina to see that her former rapist was no longer attending to her daughter. Now he was approaching her with an obvious purpose, his swollen cock at the ready. Marina knew exactly what was coming and before looking back to the view of her daughter's rape rolled onto her back and raised her legs to mimic Sandra's pose. As Marina looked back, she was greeted by Sandra's returned stare, a preoccupied look void of anger or disappointment. Marina didn't know if she was smiling but she felt as though she could've been. In another second, the mother's American was drilling into her as the leader was drilling into her daughter. Marina and Sandra were being fucked alike and enjoying it, each in their own way but still together. Looking across the few feet separating them, mother and daughter shared the sight and experience of seeing each other getting fucked and although they were each caught up in their own rising ecstasy neither one could cut their eyes from the other. The sounds in the room were those of a small orgy, the women moaning their pleasured sighs the men grunting at their task to make these women cum and in that process to lose their seeds within the females. Sandra was of course the first to erupt and justly so as she was the one with a youthful, hair trigger. Her squeals of delirium were music to her mother's ears and almost in reply Marina cried out her cumming. For hours into the night, the hedonistic events continued, each man taking his turn with the women while the mother and daughter seemed insatiable, welcoming everything offered. Between sessions while the men rested the women would lounge on them stroking their tired cocks coaxing them back to function. Before the men had completely spent themselves and left, Marina and Sandra had experienced more orgasms than they cared to count in part due to the men's talents but equally so from just watching each other. For Marina her fantasy had come true, she had seen her daughter subdued, forcefully fucked, and made to like it. Frankly, she was surprised at how quickly and how so completely Sandra had taken to being the object of a man's means of satisfaction. She wondered if maybe she'd seen her daughter become a whore. As Marina lay back satiated, bathing in her sexual after-glow she considered how well these memories would serve her when left to satisfy herself. Imagining now, as she was, Marina contemplated whether or not such a night could ever be repeated. The more she thought of it the more determined she became; vowing that some day, she and Sandra would share a man or men again. It was only a matter of how to make it happen and whom would she include. As Marina schemed, there was only one person she kept imagining laying between her legs and that of course was her young stud Silvano. Marina's Fantasy "Yes," she thought, subconsciously sliding a hand between her legs. "Silvano will fuck me while Sandra watches and then I will watch him fuck her." What a perfect plan she imagined, sealing her eyes closed as she drifted off to sleep totally unaware that Sandra was concocting her own mischievous plan.