3 comments/ 326662 views/ 26 favorites Rape of Uptight WDC Couple By: subFLmale My wife, Carol, and I have been married for 12 years. Carol and I met in our junior year of college at Yale while we were both pre-law students. From the beginning both of us have been primarily focused on our careers and our position. We never really technically dated very much, but we found common ground in our drive to succeed to the top of our fields. We married one year out of school and have never looked back. Carol and I are both 33 years old and keep ourselves in top physical condition. Carol stands 5'6" and weighs 116lbs. She has dark blonde hair cut at her shoulders and has a great figure with measurements of 34C-24-34. She is strikingly beautiful, although until recently I had not really taken the time to really look at her in that light. I am 6'1", 185lbs and have dark brown hair. We are both partners in large Washington DC law firms specializing in government contracts. Just recently both of us were named senior partners in our respective firms and thought we had finally achieved everything life had to offer. We purchased a three floor penthouse condo in Crystal City, just into Alexandria, Virginia with a view overlooking the Washington monument, the White House and the Capitol at one side and the Pentagon from the side deck. Despite spending 16+ hours seven days a week working to earn what we now had, at the expense of our relationship we thought we had everything. Sex was never high on our priority list. We had set out to conquer the positions and status we now held and nothing would get in the way. In our 12 years of marriage we probably had sexual relations no more than 20 times total. And even then we discussed our jobs during the act. We realized that we had never taken a break from our educational endeavors, or our jobs being recruited right out of school. We now thought that we would take a short break and get away from it all and spend some time together, while being able to catch up on some overdue work. A colleague of Carol's had recently taken a vacation at a place called Rough River Lake in central Kentucky. They had rented a luxury Motor home in Nashville, Tennessee and stayed at a local campground. Carol's coworker brought her brochures and it looked like a great relaxing place to get away. Carol made flight reservations to Nashville and booked a top of the line motor home for a week in September. When the time finally arrived we took the Metro to National Airport and flew out to Nashville. Soon we were in our motor home and headed for Kentucky. We arrived at the campground and set up late on Saturday. Camping did not really fit us but being in the motor home we pretty much stayed to ourselves and spent a lot of time reading and working on the laptop through various case files that we had both brought with us. The local element appeared pretty backward and we did not share much in common with these people. We did take several walks during the early evenings to watch the sunset and look out over the water. The area was pretty crowded but as you ventured to the water you could easily get away from everyone. The following Saturday finally arrived and was to be our last night here before departing back to Nashville to catch our flight back to Washington on Sunday afternoon. For our last night of vacation we prepared a special meal and put away all the books and the laptops. I prepared a standing rib roast while Carol prepared several side dishes. Everything turned out perfect and to top things off I broke out a case of vintage wine I had purchased in DC as a celebration for our new positions. We sat and ate and then talked drinking the wine until to both our surprises it was after 10:00 PM. Carol was disappointed that we had missed the last sunset over the water of our vacation. Carol suggested that we take one last walk along the shore edge to get some fresh air before turning in for the night. We placed the dishes into the sink and set out walking along the banks in the moonlight. Before long we were out of sight of the campground and its campfires and voices. We reached a boat ramp that had a small dock outstretched into the water and went out and sat on it taking our shoes off and dangling our legs into the water. As we sat kicking and splashing in the warm water we talked of all that we missed during college and our younger years. I asked Carol if she had ever been skinny dipping and she replied "no". I told her that as a youth I had been once while out with a group of friends and what a thrill it had been at that time. As I relayed the experience to Carol she suddenly asked if I was game to try it again now. I thought we are in the middle of nowhere with nobody around what could it hurt. We both removed our clothing and got into the water. We laughed and splashed around like a couple of kids in the full moonlight with nothing but the sounds of nature surrounding us. As we got out of the water back onto the dock we laughed about doing this on the banks of the Chesapeake once back home. We stood facing the water bending over to pick up our clothes when suddenly we found ourselves in the high beam headlights of a vehicle that had quietly pulled up behind us. Startled we stood up quickly and were met with a loud country voice demanding to know who we were and what we where doing out here. As we stammered and tried to explain that we were on vacation from DC and didn't know anybody was around the voice approached us from behind along with several other footsteps. The voice was telling us not to move. I could smell the smell of cheap beer on bad breath along with a smell of sweat as the voice came closer. Another voice demanded that we kick our clothing into the water in front of us. I protested to no avail as the voice told us that they did not trust us and that they would shoot us and throw us into the river if we did not comply. Reluctantly, both Carol and I kicked our clothes into the water below us. I tried to tell these men that I had money and valuables back in our motor home and that if they would just follow us back there I would give them anything they wanted to leave us alone. They just laughed and stated "City boy, we can already take anything we want and there aint nothin you can do about it." As Carol and I were turned around facing the bright lights of the truck I could make out four large male figures in the bright blinding light. They stood and sneered and laughed at our obvious embarrassment at being naked in front of them as we continued begging for them to leave us alone. Two of the men approached Carol and began groping her all over with their large hands and one bent down and started sucking on one of Carol's tits. The obvious leader of the group, the first voice we heard, snapped "Larry, Ray ya'll quit that shit, you know how Barney feels about that". Both men quickly stopped and backed off. I couldn't figure out what was happening I was furious at how these two strangers had just mauled Carol, I could feel the blood boiling in the back of my neck while at the same time I had an uncontrollable stiffening in my own cock as I watched. I could not look Carol in the face. The leader then said "Ok boys, we need to load these two up and take them to Barney." I was led to the back of the pickup and heaved into the back bed that was scattered with fishing poles and gear along with empty beer cans. A place was cleared and I was laid on my back on the cold hard truck bed that reeked of stale beer and oil. Several long Velcro straps were placed beneath my back and left laying loose out to the side. Next two men carried Carol over and placed her on top of me on her stomach. She was facing my feet and they positioned her so that her pussy was directly above my mouth and chin. I could feel Carol's face on my cock as they adjusted our position and began crossing the loose straps over the top of Carol tightening them and fastening them together. Soon neither Carol or I were able to move from our restraints and the boy's jumped into truck, two up front and tow riding on the wheel wells in the back, the truck rocked and started out a road in the darkness and desolation of the Kentucky night. I silently hoped that a lone police officer would see the truck and pull it over, but at the same time I thought of the publicity and what it could do to our careers back home. As we drove down the back country roads with the bumps and hills Carol's pussy was glistening in the moonlight. I looked at her puffy little lips, her neatly trimmed mound and I could smell her aroma. I had never actually remembered looking at Carol's private intimate parts before and especially this close. Again I could feel my arousal grow and my cock stiffen against Carol's cheek and face. I wondered what Carol was feeling and thinking as she felt my cock grow and press against her, as she could feel my hot breath on her vulnerable displayed pussy. The ride seemed to last forever as my mind continued to race over thinking of Carol and thinking of what our fate would be. Finally the truck pulled off the road into a dimly lit parking lot. I could make out the sign as we pulled in. It was a crudely hand painted plywood sign hung on a rust pole. It read: Moe's Red Barn. Where County Folks Play Together. All of the boys jumped out of the truck and headed into the building where some type of country bluegrass music was emerging along with several loud voices that sounded like a party. Soon a crowd of 25-30 people both male and female were gathered around the back of the truck gazing at us. Several were commenting on us as I could here one voice exclaim "Luke, you boys really got a trophy tonight Barney is gona be real happy with ya'll." As the comments continued about both Carol and I Carol murmured almost silently to me "I'm so scared!" Then a big voice came from the background as the man approached Saying "Luke, what have you boys brought here, don't just leave them here pack them inside." The four boy's who had brought us here in the truck picked us up easily as if we were a pack of pillows and took us inside this building just as we were packed into the tuck. We were laid on the hard wooden floor with my back down. The crowd of on-lookers followed inside and continued discussing Carol and I and our predicament. I could see Luke go over into a corner and talk to the man who had the big voice. The man appeared to be wearing some type of uniform, but I could not make it out. The crowd now began poking at us and prodding us as if we were some type of specimen placed in front of them. Finally the man in the uniform and Luke approached us. The crowd immediately grew quiet as the man began to speak. He said "My name is Barney and I am the sheriff in these here parts." I could now make out that Barney was wearing a brown uniform shirt with a crude badge fastened to it. He had on a pair of faded jeans and a leather belt that had a small revolver attached to it on his side. I immediately began introducing my self as an attorney and demanding to be released when Barney placed his boot up against my balls and told me to shut up. With the pressure on my balls I quickly complied as I tried to squirm to get some relief with no avail. Barney continued "We here don't like outsiders, we hate Yankees and more than that we hate lawyers. Now Luke has placed a charge against you both for one count of public nudity each and one count of vagrancy each. As the justice of the peace of this county I sentence you both to one year in the county jail or to one night of community service, what's it gona be Yankee lawyer?" I began to protest the charges and immediately felt the pressure grow against my balls to the point that I thought my balls were going to be pressed up into my stomach. I answered in a hoarse voice "community service sir." The crowd cheered at my answer and the music began to play again. Luke and two of the boys came over and released us from our bonds and stood us up both naked in front of this crowd of country boys and girls. I was held firmly by two men one on each side of me at my arms while Carol was picked up and brought over to a pool table, she was forced to bend over the table at her waist while her ass and pussy were opened up and spread wide for the entire crowd to see. Again I could feel myself becoming aroused as I too looked at Carol bent over the pool table with her legs spread wide. Her tight little asshole all exposed and puckered up and her pussy lips looking so sweet and puffy. I could see her magnificent tits pressed against the felt table. I had never seen Carol in this position before and had never felt the stirring that I now felt. I was confused and bewildered by the feelings I had and hoped that Carol did not see the erection that was building in me. A large sweaty man with a full scraggly black beard and several tattoos on his arms came behind Carol and took a pool cue from the holder on the wall. He began pressing it between Carol's legs and caressing her pussy and ass with the handle of it. I could hear Carol begging him to stop above the music and laughing in the room. The tip of the handle entered Carol's pussy and I could see Carol lunge forward as she cried out in pain to stop. The Large man removed the cue from Carol's pussy and lifted it to his mouth. He licked the tip and declared that it was "some damned sweet tasting and smelling pussy" he said it was too dry and she needed to be lubricated up some. Carol was hoisted up onto the table and placed on her back, her legs were spread and pressed back up against her chest and again she was open for display. I was led over to the pool table by my two escorts and placed onto the top of the table too . I was positioned over Carol between her legs. The man with the pool cue bellowed out "Fuck your pretty slut wife and show us how Yankee city folk fuck. Get her good and wet for the rest of us." As I pressed my rigid cock at the entrance of Carol's pussy I wanted to just plunge into her but I could see the tears streaming down her pretty face and hear her cry. She begged me "No Jonathan, please not here not like this." My cock was now soft and withdrawn and I felt a tremendous sense of guilt at it even having got hard in the first place. I was jerked up off the table from on top of Carol and led over to a doorway, there I was tied with my hands overhead to opposite sides and my legs bound and tied to opposite corners. I could see Carol taken off the table and placed doggy style on the floor in front of me. Another man that looked like a logger came up behind Carol and knelt down in back of her. He took his beer bottle and began rubbing Carol's pussy trying to insert the bottle as Carol screamed out to stop this. The man backed off and now Barney appeared behind her with his leather belt in his hands. Without warning he quickly raised the belt and smacked Carol squarely on the ass. Immediately a red welt raised across her ass baring the imprint of the belts design. Carol screamed out in agony as Barney delivered two more of the hardest licks he could deliver. Carol now had three raised bright red imprints of Barney's belt across both her ass cheeks as she sobbed. The man with the beer bottle again assumed his position behind Carol and started working the bottle into her pussy. He declared "hey this bitch liked that, she's getting wet." Again Barney delivered three additional licks to Carol's ass causing her entire ass to glow red. As Barney moved I could see that although Carol was sobbing in fear that indeed her pussy had become wet. I could see her nectar begin to run down the insides of her legs and I could tell that although her pussy had not been struck that her pussy lips were swollen and sticking out with a purplish colored tinge to them. Her nipples were also standing at full attention hard and erect. My own arousal began to once again grow as I watched Carol. This time the man with the beer bottle easily inserted his bottle into Carol's wet pussy and worked it around for several minutes. Carol just sobbed into the floor. Finally the man removed the beer bottle and approached me, he lifted the bottle to my mouth and said "here Yankee taste your slut wife's sweet honey" as he placed the bottle into my mouth. The taste of the stale warm beer almost made me gag but the sweet aroma of Carol's sex and the sweet taste of her juices excited me further against my will. I now watched in horror as another burley bearded and tattooed man came behind Carol and pulled his dirty jeans down off his hips. Out popped his already hard cock that had to be at least 10" long and 6-8" around. He spit onto the head of his cock, stroked it a few times and then pushed into Carol all the way to his balls. Carol cried out again and he grabbed her hips and began pumping into her with everything he had. Despite the horror of what I was watching and hearing Carol's sobbing my own erection was now harder than it had ever been in my life. Three women approached me as the man continued to use Carol. They introduced themselves as Cindy Lou, a pretty little country girl in short cut off jeans and a tube top with large tits who looked to be around 22-23 years old. She introduced her companion as her momma Jean. Jean appeared to be just a slightly older version of Cindy Lou clad in the same clothing and maybe 35-36 years old. The third lady was introduced as Ella and as Jeans momma. Ella might have been 50 but was in good shape and dressed the same as her daughter and grand daughter. Cindy Lou got on her knees and took my throbbing cock into her mouth and began to give me the first blow job of my life. Jean got behind me and with her hands spread my ass cheeks and began licking around my asshole and the area between my aching ball sack and asshole. Ella cheered on her daughter and grand daughter telling them "suck him good girls, show him how a rebel does." Ella then began sucking my balls taking one entire nut into her warm wet mouth. It did not take very long before I felt my balls tighten and I screamed out "I'm cumming" and tried to pull out of Cindy Lou's mouth. Cindy Lou just reached her hands around my ass and dug her fingernails into my cheeks pulling me deeper into her mouth as I unloaded the largest load of cum that I had ever shot down her throat. She sucked up every last drop before she finally released my softening cock from her mouth. As I looked down at Cindy Lou I could see my hot load around both her lips as I looked into her deep blue eyes and her pigtailed blonde hair. She had a sweet innocent charm about her as I looked up to find Carol hoping she had not witnessed what just happened. Carol was still on the floor in the doggy position now with another man who was kneeling behind her and pumping her hard and fast from behind. He had one hand rubbing her left nipple between his fingers while with his right hand he was sharply smacking Carol's ass cheeks between every thrust. I knew that the first man must have shot his load into Carol's pussy as she had some fresh cum running down the inside of her legs. There was another man standing in front of Carol. He had his cock buried deep in her mouth and was fucking in and out of her mouth while his hands grasped her hair and manipulated her head. I could tell from where I stood that the man getting the blow job was very well endowed and was stretching Carol's mouth and lips. With the music it was hard to hear what was going on but I could see the man grab Carol's head and shove his large cock all the way to his balls into her throat. I could tell by Carol's facial expression that she was gagging and that the man was cumming down her throat. At the same time the man pumping behind her tightened up and pulled her into himself his facial expression showed that he was dumping his hot seed deep into Carol's pussy. Another man who looked like a biker now jerked his jeans down to his knees displaying the largest cock I had ever seen. It had to measure at least 14" in length and seemed as fat around as my forearm. He lay on the floor on his back and crawled beneath Carol pulling her down on top of him. I could see his fat cock stretch her already used pussy lips and he slowly forced his way inch by inch into Carol's pussy. Carol was gasping and moaning and had tears flowing down her cheeks as he continued his assault into her. Rape of Uptight WDC Couple As soon as Carol was impaled on the first mans huge fat cock another man came up behind her and started spitting on her asshole and rubbing some of the dripping cum from her legs onto her ass. He began running his finger into her asshole and worked his way up to straddle her and placed the head of his large cock against her small puckered virgin asshole. He leaned forward and soon had penetrated Carol's ass with the head of his cock. He continued working more and more into her as the man below began rocking her up and down on his fat cock at the same time. A man now approached from the front and displayed his cock at Carol's lips and with a blank stare she took him into her mouth and began to give him a blow job. Carol was being fucked and stuffed in all holes. Without realizing my own cock had grown back to a full hard on and my balls ached for relief. My head was spinning, in one sense I wanted to be a million miles away from her where I could protect Carol and at the same time I was physically excited and turned on like I had never experienced before. I saw Carol in a way I had never seen her before. As I was mesmerized by the sight before me I suddenly felt myself being untied from my present position and led over to lie on my back on one of the pool tables. There were five women ranging in age from 21-45 that were telling me that since my "slut ho wife" had taken their men's attention that I would have to take care of them. None of the five were raving beauties or could even hold a candle to Carol, but each had a certain country charm about her. As soon as I was on my back on the table I immediately had a pussy grinding into my face from above. At first the odor repulsed me and I tried to keep my mouth closed. She did not have the fresh clean smell that Carol had on our way to this place. Her pussy was wet and slimy. In order to breathe I finally opened my mouth and began to lick her wet hot slit. I got several mouthfuls of a substance that I thought due to this women's moaning that she was having an orgasm and cumming. After she finished and got off my face she bent down and told me thanks for cleaning her out. She said that her husband and his brother had fucked her hard both dumping their load deep into her pussy just two hours ago. Before I could even think of getting sick another pussy was stuck into my face and this one smelled fresh and clean. I began licking and sucking with a passion while feeling another of the women lower herself onto my stiff erect cock and begin humping me in and out of her. After several minutes the women sitting on my face began to orgasm and I shot my load deep into the pussy of the women sitting on my cock. As soon as these two moved another women centered her pussy over my face grinding her clit into my chin. She lowered her head and began to suck my now soft wet sticky cock and before long had me back to a full hard on. I looked over at Carol and there was a new set of men working her over. There was a line formed behind the men who were presently using her and many were stroking their cocks to keep them hard while they stood in line to wait their turn. Carol only had three available holes and at the present rate it would take some time for the line to be worked through. As one woman would finish with me another would mount my face and my cock while others licked sucked and kissed my balls, my nipples and even my asshole. Carol and I both awoke in the back of Luke's pickup as he drove through the cool damp morning air. The sun was up and we had no idea of what time it was. I did not remember passing out but was physically exhausted. Carol and I did not speak a word not knowing our destination or fate. We held each other tightly as the ride through the country continued. Finally Luke approached the back of the truck after he had stopped. He told us that our sentence was served and we were free to go. As we sat up we were back at the boat dock where we had started the night before. Carol and I got out of the truck and began walking back along the shoreline to our campsite. Luke hollered after us, "Ya'll come back, hear. Ya'll aint bad for Yankee folk we do this every Friday and Saturday night and ya'll can come back and play anytime ya want." Carol and I continued walking back to our motor home turning every head as we passed campsites. Finally at our motor home we entered and shut the door. Upon our arrival back to our home in Washington DC both Carol and I received a video cassette of our adventure at our offices mailed to our personal attention. Each package contained a simple note that read: "If you decide to tell the authorities of your tale of debauchery all your friends and colleagues will receive their own personal copy of this video." Carol's co-worker who had given us the brochures asked several weeks after our return if we had the opportunity to meet any of the local element or Sheriff Barney while on our trip as she and her husband had. She explained to Carol that she had forgot to tell us that Barney's chief deputy Luke sets up speed traps for tourists along the highway leading into the camp area. As Carol relayed this information to me at home that night she said "You know there is a part of me that would like to return to Rough River again next year. I cannot figure out why or where the desire comes from. Do you think I am really a slut ho as I was told and that I secretly desire to be controlled and used?" I held her tightly and told her that what she was feeling was perfectly normal and that I understood fully. We lay across the bed we pulled a pack of travel brochures from the nightstand and began to make plans for next year's trip to Rough River. As I was ready to settle into bed for the night Carol told me that she had left me a gift in the utility room hanging from the shelf above the washing machine. She told me to go and get it before going off to sleep. I walked downstairs to the utility room and found a thick leather belt hanging from the shelf with my name tooled into the backside. When I returned to our bedroom I found Carol naked kneeling doggy style on the floor of our room. I knew what I had to do next.