4 comments/  103890 views/  20 favorites

Kim's Nightmare

By: StoryCrafter



Knowing what he wanted she struggled to swallow as he pumped his cumload into her mouth. She knew they were all watching her as she urgently gulped down the cum pouring into her mouth. 

She was sick at the thought - but she had no choice.

"You're not much of a cocksucker, baby," Bill smirked as he shoved himself back in his pants and the other men smiled. 

"But you sure do know how to swallow!" he laughed.

She began to cough at the thick loads that she felt slowly rolling down her throat. 

"My turn," Ralph laughed, approaching her. 

Kim pressed into the couch, fearful and sick at the thought of having to suck them all off.

"Not just yet," Bill countered. "We don't want to mess her up too bad. Hubby can still come through."

"Fuck that," Ralph began. 

Bill glared at him. Ralph sulked away and made another drink. 

"Say thank you," Bill demanded of her.

Through her anger and her glaring eyes she made herself say the words.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"For what?" Bill snapped angrily.

She knew what he wanted – she was not stupid or innocent. She knew he was doing everything her could to break her down mentally. 

And she knew she must comply. The memory of his vicious slaps still rang in her mind.

"Thank you for not making me blow him."

Bill laughed and sat on the couch next to her. She pulled tight into the corner of the sofa.

"You got a filthy mouth, Kimmie," Bill laughed. "You're a dirty girl, aren't you?" he sneered as he reached out and stroked her right breast. Kim did not move as she felt the hand on her naked tit.

Then he stopped and stared into her eyes.

"Tell you what, sweetheart," he murmured. "You wanted to get dressed so I'll let you get your underwear on," he smiled. Then he reached down and picked up the camera from the coffee table. "On one condition."

He saw her hesitation. "Don't worry, honey," he cooed. "Just for us."

She didn't move. There was no way she was going to let them take pictures...

"Don't be stupid," Bill snapped. "We've already got pictures of your naked cunt!"

She saw the anger return to his eyes. 

"If you don't we'll just tie your ass up and take them anyway," he said plainly.

Her reached down and took her black lace bra and black lace bikini panties from the floor. Handing them to her he pulled his hand back and made her reach for them, her small tits moving against his arm as she was forced to lean.

She was disgusted four men were watching her as she slid on her lacy bra and pulled up her bikini. But they all had already fucked her, she thought sadly. There was nothing they had not see or felt up.

"Stand up," Bill demanded when she finished putting on her underwear.

Knowing what they were going to do, but having no choice, she stood.

"Hands over your head." 

And it began. She stood sobbing internally as the camera flashed. They told her to assume different poses in her underwear as the camera flashed again and again, seventeen times. 

"You're a beautiful woman, Kim," Bill oddly said as he took another picture, this time of her leaning down and focusing the camera on her tits nearly spilling out of her bra.

When he was done taking photographs he let her return to the couch, gave her yet another drink, and moved to the chair. The other men stood around the room, but not physically close to her. 

A short time later Tom and Fred again left. 

"Better hope hubby looks at his e-mail at night," Bill said firmly.

"He does," Kim whispered.

"You know, I'd worry about that," Bill replied oddly. Then he looked into her eyes. "He might have a little honey on the side, you know."

She did not respond to the comment.

"You never thanked me for letting you get dressed," Bill suddenly said menacingly.

"Thank you," she made herself reply.

Bill's eyes turned cold.

"I usually make my bitches call me 'master'." He stared at her. "Do I have to make you?"

Her eyes widened at the words.

But again she knew she had no choice. She shook her head and said the words.

"Thank you," she muttered. "Master," she added sadly.

"That's a good girl," Bill replied sickly. She noticed he was starting to slur his words and became even more afraid than she had been.

A few minutes later the other two men returned. Tom shook his head.

"Dude says he can do it but to 'please' give him until the morning."

Bill's voice was oddly calm. The calmness terrified Kim.

"Not a problem," Bill replied. Tom and Ralph looked surprised. "She's not going anywhere."

Then Bill turned to look at her. 

"It's gettin late." She pressed herself into the corner of the couch at his piercing eyes. Then he turned away. "You assholes get some sleep."

She could not believe they would leave her alone! She began to plan how long to wait until she tried to escape again.

Until Bill spoke again. 

"Little honey's sleepin with me."

"NO!" Kim screamed. But before she could move off the couch Bill was at her. He grabbed her left arm roughly in both his hands.

"Let's go, baby," he snarled as he yanked her from the couch stairs. "I was hopin for this!" 

"NO!" she screamed again as he began to pull her toward the stairs. 

He slapped at the arm that desperately reached out to grab the railing.

"It's gonna happen, buttercup," Bill laughed, looking at the other men. "May as well relax and enjoy it!"

As bad as being stripped and raped was, this was so much worse knowing the men looking at her all knew she was being taken upstairs to be fucked.

Kim fought, but Bill pulled her up the stairs and pushed her into the first room on the left. He quickly locked the door then turned to her. 

She stood terrified in her underwear as he looked her up and down. Then he pointed to her chest. 

"Lose it."

There was no sense resisting. She could hear the television downstairs and knew that at least one of them was down there making sure she couldn't get out. 

She reached behind her and undid her bra and let it fall down her arms to the floor. Reflexively she threw her arms across her chest.

"Let's see 'em."

Knowing there was nothing she could do she let her arms fall. 

"You got nice tits, baby," he smiled, then reached out with both hands and took hold of her naked breasts. "Real nice tits." Then he laughed as if he had just thought of something. 

"How about I call you that?" he murmured as he fondled her bare breasts.

"What?" she whispered, not wanting to say anything at all. 

"Tits," he replied, squeezing her boobs. He looked in her eyes as he continued to fondle her. "You're a good lookin woman, tits." His hands squeezed slowly on her small boobs. "Yeah, tits, you're alright."

She was disgusted that he was now calling her "tits" but she could do nothing. 

Suddenly he dropped to a knee and clamped his mouth over her left breast. She was sick as he slobbered over her as he kissed and sucked on her left nipple.

"You likin this, lover?" she suddenly heard. Instantly she realized that she had not before noticed how cold the room was, and the ceiling fan was on – and without noticing it the cold had made her nipples begin to peak out. 

"I knew you'd come around," he murmured around the hardening nipple in his mouth.

She felt the tongue begin to flick her now-half-inch long erect nipple.

"Damn baby!" he squealed. "This baby's long!" She felt him take her nipple in his teeth and pull. "Never had one so long."

He rose and returned his hands to her breasts. She stood motionless as his fingers played with her long, hard nipples. 

Then she felt his hands moved down her sides.

And she knew it was beginning. 

As she knew would happen, she felt his hands move to her panties. She did not respond as he slowly slid her black lace bikinis over her wide hips and down her thick thighs. Even when he lifted her left calf, then her right, she did not move. 

"A little heavy in the hips there, tits. But what you got between um's nice," he sneered, then shoved his hand between her thighs and cupped her hairy pussy. 

"Very nice."

She continued to stand stoically as he coarsely rubbed her pussy. Then he stopped.

"On the bed." 

The tears welled, but she complied. 

"Un un, on your stomach."

She turned onto her stomach, then heard him fumbling in the dresser. A few seconds later she saw him with something long in his hand. Before she realized what it was he had tied the end of a necktie around her left wrist. 

He was going to tie her hands together! Her mind screamed at the thought and she began to fight his hands. But he just laughed and pulled her arm painfully until he was able to tie the other end of the tie to the bedpost. She swung her right arm wildly to keep him from tying her, but he knelt painfully on her shoulders and yanked on her arm until her right arm was tied to the bedpost as well. 

"Do you like surprises," he oddly said. Then she felt him draw another tie around her eyes. "I like surprises." She shook her head violently, trying to dislodge the blindfold but she remained unable to see anything as he moved off her shoulders. 

She pulled at her bonds when she felt him run his finger slowly down her spine. 

Then she heard the words she had feared.

"I've been starin at this all night," she heard him exclaim. 

An instant later she felt hands grab both her naked ass cheeks. 

"Now I'm gonna have it." She felt the bed rise and heard him move to the bathroom. She pulled with all she had on the bedpost, but her wrists were tied too tight.

A few moments later she felt the bed sink again. 

She felt his hands on her naked butt cheeks, pawing her. 

Then she felt his fingers spread her cheeks apart. She knew he was staring at the tiny pucker of her asshole. Then she felt something cold and soggy on her. 

"Please," she begged. "Don't."

"Oh, but I gotta, lover," he squealed as he pressed the hand-creamed covered pad of his finger against her asshole.

She sensed he was pulling his t-shirt off, then felt the bed rise and heard a zipper as he pulled his pants off and leaned naked on her back.

"You're gonna love this, baby," she heard him squeal. Then she felt his hand pull her left asscheek open. 

"Or maybe not!" he laughed as she felt the knuckles of his hand position his cock.

"Please!" she began to cry. "Please, don't!" She turned to face him even though she was blindfolded. 

"Please."

"Well, since you asked nicely," he snarled, and pressed his cockhead against the cream-coated star.

"NO!" she screamed as she felt the pressure against her asshole.

"Oh god NO!" she screamed again as she felt her asshole begin to painfully stretch at the intruder cockhead. "Oh please."

"NO!!!" she screamed as she felt the tearing-stretching as he successfully wedged his head in. "Unghhh!" she moaned as she felt her anal ring expand around the pressing head.

Then she felt him stop. He did not move for a moment, and pulled back until he was nearly out of her. 

Then he again pressed the head into her anal ring.

"Owwww!" she cried out. 

Then he withdrew again. For a third time he let just the tip of his cockhead be gripped by her closing ass ring. Then slowly wedged his head into the tight ring again.

"Oh god!" she wailed. In her agony she realized he was doing it on purpose.

"Stop it!" she cried out.

"What do you want, buttercup?" he sneered as he again pulled nearly out.

"Oh god just do it," she begged in resignation. 

"What?" he sneered. "This?" 

"Ahh!" she moaned as her ass ring tore wider open as he began to press inside. 

"Is this what you want?" he laughed as he pressed more of his cream-coated cockhead into her ass. 

The hand cream allowed him to easily part her elastic ass ring and slide into her vice-tight butthole.

But it did nothing for the tearing pain as her anal ring was stretched.

"Or is it this?" 

She braced herself as she felt his hips rise. Then screamed as he shoved two inches of cock into her oiled ass. 

"Aaaaghhhh!" she moaned.

"And this!?" She felt the cock pull back.

Then shove into her ass without friction.

"Aiiieeee!!" she wailed as she was torn open. 

He shoved again.

"Yeaaghhhh!!" she cried as he skewered her ass.

"Ughh!" he grunted as again he lifted his hips and he pressed.

"Yaaggrrhhhh!" she wailed gutterally as he fed cock into her ass. He felt like her asshole was pulling his cock off. 

"Yiiii!" she screamed as he once again pulled back, hesitated for a moment, then sunk his cock balls-deep into her asshole.

He looked down and saw his cock hair wedged between her cheeks and saw only a sliver of cock. He shoved again. And was completely inside her impossibly tight ass.

"Get ready for the ass-fucking of your life, baby!" he snarled. 

She cried out and her hands grabbed at the bed post as he pulled back and began to slowly fuck her steaming, tight ass.

Her tortured mind went back to the first time Terry took her asshole. That time she was too drunk to feel anything. 

But this time she felt everything. The cock slowly moving up her asshole felt like a mouse moving in her. The thought sickened her as much as the sick, stuffed feeling as his cock pumped deep into her bowels. 

"Oh fuck yeah!" he moaned as he felt her hot damp ass-vice pulling on his cock as he slowly fucked her.

"Unghh unghh unghh unghhhh!" she grunted as her ass was fucked deep and long and slow. She could feel her ass ring tight around the base of his cock, and the thick head deep in her rectum.

She cried out again and again as her ass was torn apart and fucked deep and long. 

Two agonizing minutes later she felt him shove even deeper.

And nearly threw up when she felt the laser-stream of warm cum spurt from his cockhead.

"Unghh unghh unghh!" he grunted again and again as he felt himself start to come in her ass. 

"Ungghhhhh!!" he wailed girlishly as he exploded and pumped cum deep into her rectum. 

"Unghhhh!!" he wailed again as he thrust one last time. 

"Ohhhh!" he cried out one last time, as the last of his cum pissed inside the tight asshole.

"Ummm," she heard him purr as she felt his full weight fall painfully on her back. "Oh baby!" he moaned as he lay on her. "That's the best assfuck I've ever had."

Only then did she hear the muffled sounds and knew that at least two of them had been standing outside the door listening to her being fucked in the ass.

A moment later she felt his cock pulling out of her ass. She could feel the entire length of his still-firm cock as it slid back through her anus. She heard a sickening liquid "splop" when he finally pulled his cockhead out. 

"You better get your ass in the bathroom, baby," Bill snapped as he rose from on top of her and untied her blindfold. "Don't want you messin up our sheets!"

The vulgarity of knowing he meant for her to hold his semen inside her ass until she went to the toilet exploded in her mind – but not as brutally as the word "our" sheets.

She willed her anus to hold the warm slimy cum inside as he untied her hands. As soon as he worked her right wrist free she ran to the bathroom. 

"Keep it open, baby," he cooed. "I really don't think there's any secrets between us anymore."

She was disgusted and embarrassed, but swallowed her pride and sat on the toilet, knowing he could see her. She felt wet cum start to drip from her ass into the toilet, feeling sic as she heard it splash into the water-filled bowl. A moment later she heard him laugh at the loud sounds as she began to squeeze the cum out of her ass and the exertion turned involuntarily into cum-farts.

She wanted to hide in the bathroom all night. 

But she knew she couldn't. She wiped herself and rose from the toilet. She knew there were two ways she could reenter the bedroom – timid and disgusted, or proud. 

She knew she was going to have to sleep naked with him but she would not demean herself by being timid or afraid. 

She strode to the bed with her head held high.

He patted the pillow on the left side of the bed. Wordlessly she lay naked on that side and fought her revulsion as he pulled her against his body. She said, and did, nothing as he wrapped his arms under and over her and held her breasts. She said, and did, nothing as she felt him pull closer and felt his limp, wet cock against her bare asscheeks. 

He began to kiss her neck. She felt teeth and realized he was intentionally leaving sucker bites on her neck. She remained motionless as he pulled at the sin of her neck with his teeth.

"Oohh, that's gonna leave a mark," he laughed, then pulled back. She felt his hand move down her round hairy vee and he cupped her sex tightly.

A few minutes later she heard snoring.

For a moment she contemplated trying to escape, but she could hear the television blaring from downstairs and the sound of talking. She remained captured in his arms, her only concession to life being to move her hips and dislodge the hand holding her cunt.

An hour later she forced herself asleep. 

She awoke from her fitful sleep to fumbling behind her and the feel of a firm cock against her pussy. She twisted momentarily, still half-asleep. Then she heard the laugh as he fought to get inside. He gripped her hips tightly and began to press against her sweat-coated opening. 

A few moments later she felt him move his hand to his mouth, then replace it over the head of his cock. 

The wrestling match continued in silence – until he succeeded in shoving in. Exhausted, her mind exploding, she went limp.

And let him fuck her. 

He took the captive wife in short stabbing strokes, his hand gripping her right tit tightly, until she felt the warm cum spurt deep into her pussy. 

She felt it slide out, and didn't care the cum poured from her onto the sheet. He turned her to face him. She felt the cold wetness under her hip and didn't care. The only thing she cared about was that he began kissing her. It was the first time any of them tried to kiss her. 

She refused to return the kiss, but he just laughed and squeezed her cheeks, forcing her lips open. She felt nothing but revulsion as his clammy lips moved against hers. Then she felt even sicker as he shoved his tongue in her mouth. 

Kim lay unmoving as he tongue-kissed her, and did not react when he took hold of her left breast as he moved his flabby lips against hers. She felt him roughly maul her tit but did nothing to upset him.

"You better think about things, lover," he snarled when he moved his lips from hers. She felt herself cower as his eyes turned angry. "If I want to kiss you you better warm up to it." His hand squeezed her tit tightly and painfully. "Understand?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Yes, what, asshole?" he snapped.

"Yes, sir," she made herself respond.

"You're learning," he laughed. Then he slid his left arm under her, again pulled her close, and with his right hand still massaging her breast he fell back to sleep.

A short time of internal tears later Kim fell into her own sleepless sleep again as she lay on the wet on the sheet. 

Kim awoke to a hand between her legs.

"You're awake," Bill said stupidly as he slowly rubbed her hairy pussy.

"I have to go to the bathroom," she demanded.

"Go ahead, pumpkin," he smiled. Then he smiled again. "Brush your teeth, too."

Kim didn't even bother asking – she knew he would make her keep the door open anyway. She felt disgust as the pee flow started and she knew he could hear her. She was even more disgusted when she saw there was only a used toothbrush in the room. But she knew she had nothing to back up refusal with so she washed the brush and brushed her teeth. 

And she refused to look in the mirror. 

A few minutes later she returned to the bedroom. Again she walked proudly even though she was naked. Defiantly, and angrily, she covered her breasts with her arms as she stood next to the bed.


Kim's Nightmare Ch. 01



Chapter 01: How it Began

"Excuse us, miss."

Kim turned from her lunchtime walk from the bank. She saw a middle-aged man lean out of the passenger side window of the Honda van.

"Can you tell us how to get to the Shoreway from here," the man asked politely, holding what appeared to be a set of directions. 

Kim walked to the window to point to the road a few blocks back they must have missed. Just then the side door rolled open and another man jumped out and pushed her in. In less than a minute from when the van had stopped it pulled away slowly -- with Kim being pushed down onto the floor. 

Her scream was met with a foot pressing hard on the back of her neck. 

"Keep her quiet," the driver commanded. The foot pressed harder, smothering her screams into the carpeted floor board.

"What are you doing?" they heard her scream. "Let me go!"

"Be quiet and enjoy the ride," the voice from the driver's seat replied. 

She pushed herself up, but the man on the other side of the middle seat reached down and shoved her back onto the floor. The man on her side plopped into the seat and used his legs to keep her in the tight space between the seats. 

"What do you want?" she screamed in fear.

"You," the driver replied. Then there were no more sounds from the four men while the van drove south. After a time they pulled her up from the floor and shoved her between them on the middle seat. She screamed for help, but the windows were so dark-tinted no one could see inside. Silently, the man on her left slapped a short length of duct tape over her mouth, cutting off her screams. 

Half an hour later the van pulled far up a long dark driveway. The sliding door opened and Kim was manhandled through the side door of a house. Two men held her arms and propelled her into what must have been the living room. A third man slowly pulled the duct tape from her mouth.

"Scream all you want, lady," the driver smiled. "There ain't no one around her gonna care."

"What do you want?" she repeated. "Look, I'll give you all my money just let me go."

The driver laughed. "We don't want your money."

"What do you want?" she asked in panic.

"We want your hubby to do us a favor."

Kim suddenly understood she was not pulled from the street at random -- these men knew her husband was a judge!

"Little lady is upset," the driver cooed. "Go get her a drink."

"No thank you," Kim replied firmly as one of the men went to the kitchen.

"I said a drink," the driver replied. "You too good to drink with us?"

"I don't' drink," the recovering alcoholic replied.

"Today you do," was the response. 

The man returned with a tall glass. 

"No," she replied. "Just let me go."

"Drink," the driver demanded. 

Afraid to defy them she took a small sip of what turned out to be a very strong gin and tonic. 

"Come on, baby," the driver said soothingly. "If we just wanted to fuck you you'd be oozin cum already."

Kim's fear rose at the vulgar remark. 

"Have a seat." The driver pointed to the couch. 

Instead, Kim ran to the front door. She reached the door but could not figure out the laugh. Then she heard a voice behind her.

"Can't have this, baby," the voice laughed. She screamed as she was turned around by hands that grabbed her shoulders. 

"We're gonna have to take your clothes now," the driver smiled. "You won't want to try to run outside naked in this neighborhood." He moved behind her and moved his arms around her middle, holding her tight. 

"It's your own fault," he smirked. She started to struggle as she felt his hand move to the top button of her gray blouse. The arm around her stomach held her tighter. 

She began to kick back at him as she felt him undo the top blouse button. 

"Knock it off!" he demanded and kneed her in the back. Momentarily stunned, she drooped slightly and he succeeded in opening the second button. The hand pulled her middle tight against his body and he moved down to quickly slip out the third button. She tried to stomp on his foot with her heel as her husband had taught her, but the driver was too quick. Using his own feet he managed to kick off her heels. Her barefooted kicks against his shins did nothing, and he pulled free the fourth button. She tried to hit him but in the position her arms could not reach him. She screamed again as he pulled her blouse out of her black slacks and slid open the last button.

He yanked her blouse down her arms, immobilizing her swinging arms, and reached around to the slide of her slacks.

"No!" she screamed. 

"Don't worry, baby," the voice cooed. "I told you we ain't gonna fuck you." She struggled vainly he popped the slide open. "At least not if hubby does what he has to do," the voice said coldly as he yanked her opened slacks down her hips revealing her black lace bikini panties.

"There, that does it," the driver laughed. Then he pulled up on the underside of her right knee, then her left, pulling her legs out of the pants bunched around her ankles. 

"Sit your ass down and have that drink!" the voice demanded. She covered her bra-encased breasts and walked nearly naked to the couch. She did not want to touch the drink, she knew what any alcohol could do to her, and the drink was very strong. But she saw pure evil in the driver's eyes. She lifted the glass and took another small sip.

"I'm Bill," the driver said as if he was not talking to someone they had just kidnapped. "That's Tom, Fred, and Ralph," he added, pointing to one of the men at a time. 

"Fred" went out to the kitchen to make whiskey and water for the four men and Bill continued talking. 

"Tom and Ralph are going to send a little e-mail to your husband," he explained plainly. "If he's a good boy you can be back home in Strongsville in an hour." She realized they also knew where she and Gary lived. 

"He will never..." 

Bill cut her off. 

"If he tries to be a hard ass he'll learn the consequences."

Kim began to worry. She knew her husband would never do anything illegal. 

"Even for me?" she wondered. 

Tom and Ralph left, and Bill sat on the sofa next to her. 

"Not much in the tit department," Bill chuckled as she saw him stare at her lacy black bra.

She ignored his obscene remark.

Half an hour later the two men returned. She saw Tom shake his head.

"He said he can't do anything tonight."

She looked at Bill and thought she saw an expression revealing a fact he already knew. 

"We we sure can!" he smirked. Suddenly his left hand flew out to the side of her face and he leaned over and mashed his lips against hers. She struggled against the forced kiss.

"Not bad, sugarplum," Bill laughed. "Sweet and moist." Then he stared into her lap. "I wonder what else you got that's sweet and moist."

In that instant she knew they were going to try to rape her.

"How about you let us see those tits?" Bill smirked, stroking the side of her face. 

She pulled tighter into the corner of the couch.

"Okay," Bill snapped. "Have it your way."

Before she could react his hands flew behind her back. As she fought against him he struggled to unhook her bra. He ignored the fists pounding on his shoulders and the legs kicking at him and managed to free the single clasp.

"I like surprises," he laughed and closed his eyes as he pulled her now-loosened bra cups upward hard. He opened his eyes and smiled as he saw her small breasts with their quarter size areolas with pink nipples in the center. 

"Nice!" he cooed. He yanked her bra down her arms and threw it across the room. Reflexively her hands flew up to cover herself.

"Uhn uhn. Down," he commanded firmly. 

Seeing the evil in his eyes Kim made herself drop her arms and let them all see her tits. 

"Have another drink."

Her head was already beginning to spin and she shook her head. 

"It wasn't a question," Bill laughed. 

Afraid even more now, she accepted the tall glass and took a sip of an even stronger gin and tonic. 

Then all the men became strangely silent and drank their whiskey. Fifteen minutes went by without any sounds. 

Then Ralph spoke. 

"Bet you twenty bucks the bitch is shaved."

"What about it baby?" Bill cooed. "You shaved?"

Kim did not reply.

"How bout a little peak?"

Before she could react Bill's hand flew down and yanked at the top of her panties. He smiled as he saw brown cunt hair.

"You owe me twenty bucks," he laughed. Then he stared in her eyes. "A woman like her wouldn't shave," he smirked. 

Then suddenly he pulled the top of her panties out farther and stared down. 

"And you're definitely a woman," he purred as he looked at her cunt hair.

Regaining her senses she kicked herself free.

Then she saw Bill smile.

"I guess hubby says this is okay," he cooed. 

Kim fought with everything she had as Bill's hands flew out and began to yank the waistband of her panties down her hips.

"Get her arms!" he called, tired of being hit as she struggled. Fred ran behind the couch and caught her wildly swinging hands. 

Bill dropped to his knees in front of the couch and began to pull her panties down her hips. He avoided her kicking legs and pulled hard. She felt her hips rise as her panties were pulled from her ass. Laughing Bill continued to pull. Kim kicked hard but in vain, and in a few moments she felt her panties being yanked down her thighs, revealing her full snatch of closely-trimmed brown hair. 

He tugged three more times and pulled her panties over her knees, down her calves, then off. 

Bill held her black lace panties like a prize. She felt sick as he held the silk and rayon to his face.

"Mmm," he cooed. "Sweet."

Kim squeezed her legs together. 

"What's the matter, pumpkin?" Bill laughed. "You ain't a virgin are you?"

"Not that it would matter," Fred added with an evil smile. 

Bill slapped at the arms that had again crossed over her chest. 

"I like your little titties, baby," he smiled. "Just right."

"Don't," she pleaded. 

Bill's face turned odd. 

"If you notice, babycakes, none of us have touched you." He smiled. "Think there's a reason for that?"

Her mind wanted to scream that they had touched -- they had stripped her. But she remained silent.

"We're gonna give hubs a chance to work some magic." 

Just then a flash hit her eyes. 

"What..."

Sure enough, Tom had just taken a photograph of her sitting naked on the couch. 

"No!" she cried out.

Bill turned to Fred and Tom. "Tell him he's a lucky man." Kim grew sick as he turned and looked her naked body up and down. Then he turned back to Fred. "And tell him if he wants to see it again he better do what we tell him."

The two men left. Fred and Bill sat on the coffee table, drinking and leering at her. This time they did not mind that she crossed her arms over her chest again, and crossed her legs hiding her hairy triangle. 

"That's okay, lover," Bill smiled. "There's always the picture."

"He'll never do it," Kim said strongly.

Bill laughed. "You don't even know what 'it' is." He thought for a moment. "Oh, what the hell." 

He started to explain. 

"He's got my brother locked up in his jail," he began. 

It made no sense to Kim. Her husband was only a city court judge.

"I'll pay his damn fine!" Kim replied angrily.

"Oh, no, pumpkin. He's not there for a fuckin traffic ticket," Bill continued. "The U.S. Marshals have him staying there for trial." He continued almost with pride. "Seems my little bro ripped off some old folks pensions and now he's lookin at 10 years." 

. Kim knew enough about the Marshals Service to know that they did not have jails of their own and would pay cities to house federal prisoners in local jails when the county jail was too full." 

"He can't do anything about that!" Kim responded. "He doesn't have any jurisdiction."

Bill's eyes turned cold. 

"He better," he replied. "Or somebody's gonna be 'juris dickin' in you!"

Kim's face blanched. She knew, or was pretty sure she knew, that the bailiffs didn't even have keys to the Marshal's jail cells.

Bill looked at his watch. "Either George is here by nine o'clock or bein naked's gonna be the least of your worries."

Worry began to overcome her.

"You might want another drink."

"No, thank you," she replied, doing everything she could to be reasonable. She thought that would be the best way to defuse what was becoming a tense situation.

"Suit yourself," Bill replied. 

"May I get dressed," she asked politely. Then her voice softened in sadness. "You've already seen everything."

"No," Bill replied plainly. Then added, in an odd voice. "And we haven't really seen everything just yet."

The room remained silent for a few minutes.

"Tell you what, pumpkin," Bill suddenly cooed. "How about you let us see that pussy."

Kim's eyes bulged at the sick words.

"Just me, okay? They're still gone," he added in a weird soft tone almost like a boy asking a date to show herself.

Kim squeezed her left thigh tighter over herself.

"Suit yourself," Bill replied shaking his head. "Not like you have any choice in the matter."

Ralph suddenly jumped to behind the couch, and again her arms were pulled up and held tight. 

"Let's see what hubby gets!" Kim could not react in time before Bill's hands jumped out and grabbed her thighs. While Ralph held her arms, immobilizing her twisting body, Bill forced her thighs apart with his hands. 

Kim kicked and squirmed but Bill was too strong. Seconds later he had succeeded in forcing her thighs apart. She felt her pussy being exposed, and saw him staring at the pink clamshell under her hairy triangle. 

"That's all I wanted," Bill laughed, then let her legs go. 

She quickly squeezed her thighs closed. Ralph let her arms go.

"You got a nice lookin pussy, Kim," Bill smiled. Through her fear she oddly found herself wondering how they knew her name the first time he used it.

'Kimberly Louise O'Malley," Bill said as if reading her mind. "Thirty-eight. Lives at 1791 Laurel Lane." Only then did she realize they somehow knew everything about her. And it could not have been from her driver's license -- she had not updated it to their new address. 

Tom and Fred returned. Bill rose to meet them.

Tom shook his head. 

"Still says he can't do anything," Kim heard Tom say. 

"Fair enough," Bill said in a strangely calm tone. 

Then he moved back to the couch and sat closer to the captive wife. He spent long seconds looking into her hazel eyes.

She glared back at him. 

"He can't help you," she said strongly.

"You know, you got a big mouth, Kim," Bill snapped. "And I know just the thing to shut it."

Before she could react he threw his arm behind her and grabbed a handful of hair. 

"I guess Hubby says it's okay if I do this," he suddenly as he pushed her head toward his lap.

Kim struggled but the hand in her hair kept pulling her head painfully. She kicked and beat at him with her arms. He enjoyed her struggles. "Feisty little bitch," he laughed. "I like that in a cunt." Then he laughed again. "Maybe later you'll find out what else I like in a cunt."

Kim continued to fight at him while he struggled to fish his cock out of his pants. 

"This'll shut you up," he sneered. He twisted his hand in her hair and yanked back, hard. When her mouth opened in a pained yelp he shoved her face over his cock.

"NO!" she screamed over the cock between her lips. But he now had two hands on the back of her head and she could not dislodge the disgusting tube in her mouth. 

"That's it, baby," Bill purred as he began to work her head over his cock. 

She began to fear he would try to shove his cock down her throat. But he was content with the forced blow job.

A few seconds later she felt the cock in her mouth start to jerk and knew what was happening. 

"You know what to do, baby," Bill squealed as he felt his cum build. 

Kim's mind raced, trying to get her mouth off the jerking cock, but she could not. 

Seconds later she felt the first spurt of cum splash against the back of her mouth.

TO BE CONTINUED 



Kim's Nightmare Ch. 02



Ch. 02: It Continues



Kim's nightmare continues as her husband is unable to pay what they are demanding in ransom

"No!" Kim screamed as she saw Bill fumble to get his pants open. "NO!" she screamed again as he shoved his pants and shorts down and she saw his cock pointing out hard at her.

"I'm gonna fuck your pussy now, Kim," Bill said in an oddly calm voice. "You might as well lie back and enjoy it." Then he shoved his hands between her thighs and wedged them far enough apart to press his legs between while she kicked and screamed. 

"Fight all you want, buttercup," he laughed as he dodged her kicks. "It just makes me harder!"

She squirmed and kicked but she could not keep him from forcing his way between her legs. 

"It doesn't have to be this way, Kim," Bill said in the same odd tone. 

With a strong shove of his hands he forced her thighs wide apart and pressed against her hairy pussy. Tom quickly moved behind Bill and grabbed her kicking ankles. He spread her legs even wider. 

Bill looked down at the neatly trimmed cunthair and couldn't wait any longer. He had been thinking about this all day. 

Now it was time. He spat in the palm of his right hand, wet the head of his cock, and while Tom held her ankles apart, he took his cock in his hand and set the head between her soft outer pussy lips. 

"Ungh," he grunted as he pressed between her lips. 

"NO!" Kim screamed as she felt the sponge-head of his cock spreading her inner lips. 

"Oh god NO!" she screamed again when she felt the soggy head begin to penetrate the opening to her vagina.

"Oh YES!" Bill sneered as he lifted his hips – then forced himself into her.

"Agghhhh!" Kim moaned in defeat as she felt the cock enter her cunt. 

He lifted again, and pressed another inch inside. 

"Oh please don't!" Kim pleaded. "Please!"

"Well, since you said please," Bill laughed. And began to slowly feed cock into her pussy. She was so tight he could barely get in. Then when he did the tight cunt felt like it was pulling his cock off. 

He began to pump slowly, fighting to get more in. As he did the spit on his head and her natural juices allowed him to finally begin to get in deeper. 

Once he was halfway in he began to slowly fuck inside her.

"Please!" she begged again. "Oh please don't do this!"

Bill ignored her cries and began to fuck her with deep thrusts. 

"Ungh ungh ungh," Kim grunted with each thrust of his cock as she felt the hard probe slide farther up her vagina. 

Bill reached up and gripped her breasts. He used her tits for handles as he fucked her. 

She grunted and moaned. 

Then, a minute later, she felt him shove deep and stop. She knew why and began to cry.

And as she feared, he started to come in her.

Her heart broke when she felt the first pulse of another man's cum splash deep into her pussy. Then she felt the jerking of his cock as his pent-up come exploded inside her, his fingers digging deeply into her tits as he felt himself come. 

"Better not get anything on my couch," he demanded as he pulled out. 

Kim curled herself up in a ball and began to weep horribly. She fought to keep the disgusting semen inside her until she could get to the bathroom, afraid of what he would do to her if she let it just spill out which she wanted more than anything just then.

Bill put himself back in his pants as if he had not just raped a married woman.

"Your turn," he then smiled to Tom. 

"NO!" Kim screamed, for the first time understanding that they were all going to rape her.

Tom took her thighs in his hands and pushed her thighs up high, then pressed himself between her legs. With one hand he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock, hard from watching, out. 

The cum dripping from her pussy allowed him to slide in effortlessly.

"Unghh!" she grunted as he drove halfway in with one pump. "Please! No!" she began to scream as Tom began to fuck her. 

He, too, felt the vice-like tight cunt squeezing his cock and hoped he could hold out longer than usual.

He couldn't. In less than a minute she felt more hot cum shooting up inside her.

Ralph said something she could not understand, angrily, then grabbed her tits and pressed her back against the seatback as Fred took his turn. He too pulled her thighs up, dropped his pants, and stuck himself in.

"Damn this bitch is tight!" he grunted as he took his turn fucking the wailing wife.

By now all her fight had been taken from her and she lay held against the couch as Fred began to fuck her in long slow strokes. Just like Tom he came quickly. She felt sick as she felt another man spew his cum into her.

Ralph was last. He grabbed her legs and flipped her over.

"NO!" Kim screamed, awakened from her rape-induced panic. 

"Shut the fuck up," Ralph screamed, slapping her ass. Then he laughed, dropped his pants, and shoved his cock into her cum-filled pussy.

"Aaagghhh!" she moaned as he fucked into her. "Ungh ungh ungh ungh!" she grunted over and over as Ralph began to fuck her brutally from behind. 

"Nrggg!" Ralph grunted as he shoved in to balls-deep.

"NO!" Kim screamed as she was impaled by six inches of cock meat. 

To her relief Ralph came quickly too. 

She was silent as she felt his warm cum spurt into her, then just laid her head against the seatback and cried.

Suddenly she saw another flash. She looked up and saw Bill holding the camera and focusing it between her legs – as the four men's cum began to roll out of her.

"We just want to let hubby know we're keeping you entertained," Bill laughed as he kept taking pictures. "Don't want him to think we're bad hosts."

"Oh god please don't do that!" she screamed in desperation.

"You think you have any choice?" Bill snarled. He handed the camera to Tom and he and Ralph went to yet another library to send their latest e-mail.

And the pictures.

And all the money in her purse – the $400 she had taken out of the bank that afternoon on her way back to work.

They returned an hour later with the news that her husband could do nothing.

And a large bag.

"Guess he wants you to hang with us now, baby," Bill cooed as he opened the large bag the men handed him.

He held in front of her what they had bought with her money. The first thing she saw were two very skimpy see-through Erotica Lingerie sets. He then pulled out three pairs of matching half-cup bras and shear panties. 

Then he motioned her to come closer. Seeing two of them close to the door blocking any attempt at escape she complied. 

Her eyes grew wide as he reached into the bag and removed one of the "toys". She began to shiver when she saw the long, thick dildo. 

"This is for your enjoyment, baby," he cooed showing her the flesh-colored rubber cock.

Then he pulled something else out.

"And this is for our enjoyment!" She nearly fainted when she saw the black dog collar and long fabric leash. As he approached her she heard the bag hit the ground with a thud and knew there was more in there. For her. She would not know until later the thudding sound was a six-thonged leather whip.

She stood silently, weeping inside, as he put the collar around her neck. Bill took up the end of the leash and led her to the couch and made her sit. 

"You didn't say thank you for your little toy, tits," Bill glared as he handed her the dildo.

"Thank you," she whispered, knowing she could do nothing else. She held the disgusting thick rubber cock as they all looked at her. 

"Get to it," Bill said plainly. He watched as Kim timidly moved the dildo downward. 

"You might want to get it wet first, tits," he laughed. 

She knew what they wanted here, too. And, dying inside, she opened her mouth. 

She saw them all watching her and knew she was supposed to suck the dildo like a cock. Closing her eyes and crying inside she made herself suck the dildo.

The flash woke her from her distress. 

"You bastard!" she screamed at Ralph as he flashed the camera again. 

Then it began. 

Bill slapped her hard across her face. Then he backhanded her hard, drawing blood from her lips. 

"Don't...you...ever...mouth off...like...that...again!" he screamed in her face, each word punctuated by a vicious slap. He had waited to do this – and now he was there. 

She saw stars as she was beaten. She had been beaten before – by her ex-husband Terry and by the two men who had raped her in the vacant warehouse those few years ago – so she knew she would not die. Still, she cried out at each vicious slap and backhand. 

Finally he was done.

"Tits, I do not think you want that again," he said in an oddly soft tone. 

She shook her head urgently.

"Start sucking!"

Desperately, Kim began to suck the long, thick dildo like a lover's cock while the men laughed at her.

"I think it's wet enough, tits," Bill laughed a few minutes later. "Time to make love to your new friend."

He watched as she timidly moved the dildo down.

"Do you fuck on the first date, Kim?" Bill asked cruelly. When she did not answer he raised his hand.

"I asked you a question dumbass!"

She shook her head no.

"Well there's a first time for everything" Bill laughed. Then he pointed between her legs.

"In," he said plainly. She placed the dildo at her pussy. 

"Spread it," Bill demanded. Kim let her knees lift and her thighs fall apart. Then, as they watched, she began to slowly insert the huge, moistened dildo into her pussy.

"Keep going," Bill commanded. 

When half the dildo was inside he kicked her leg.

"Now fuck it."

She made her cunt muscles grip the large dildo filling her and began to move her hips. 

More flashes came as she began to pull on the dildo. She saw all their eyes on her as she fucked the thick dildo in her pussy.

"Damn she's hot!" Ralph squealed as he took more photographs.

"You think she's gonna want your pencil-dick after she's fucked that thing?" Tom laughed to Fred. 

"Make her fuck her ass with it!" Fred replied angrily.

"Maybe later," Bill laughed. "What do you think tits? You want that fucker up your ass?"

"No," she replied breathlessly as she continued to fuck the firm rubber cock.

"You think you have any choice, tits?" Bill laughed.

"Oh please!" she cried. "I'll suck you off!" 

Then she watched as Bill sat next to her, his cock hard. 

She felt him take her hand from the dildo and put it on his erection.

"Gimme the hand job of your life and we might not make you assfuck it."

Then he stared in her eyes.

"Oh no, keep it in and keep fucking it, tits. You can do two things at once, can't you." 

She nodded, in defeat, as Bill pulled her hand. 

Desperately, she began to pull on his rock-hard cock.

"You ever been raped, Kim," Bill oddly asked. "Before yesterday, that is," he laughed.

Her eyes bulged at the vile question. When her tears began to fall Bill knew the answer. 

"Tell me about it while you're jerkin me off."

"You bastard," Kim whispered sadly.

"Shut up and talk," Bill snarled.

Kim made her hand surround the cock and began to slowly stroke him as she started to talk.

"My husband doesn't even know about this," she began as she pulled slowly on his hard cock. Then she went to the terrible place in her mind.

"We were still engaged. I was going to lunch. I went out the back way to take a shortcut. I know they said to stay away from that old warehouse, but there had never been any trouble before."

Her mind began to tear at the horrible memory. 

"They jumped me..."

"How many?" Bill interrupted.

"Two," Kim replied. 

It was his lucky day. He thought she was going to tell some lame story about some teenage asshole getting too frisky. But now he was going to hear a real one!

"Go on," Bill commanded, moving his hand over hers and slowly moving her hand up and down his cock.

"They pulled me into the warehouse and began to hit me." She started to sniffle. "Then one of them punched me in the stomach and threw me down on the floor."

The hand covering hers continued to pull her hand over his cock as he listened to her heart-wrenching story. 

"They ripped my clothes off..."

"Slow down," Bill smiled. 

"Dress or blouse and slacks?"

She realized the sick bastard wanted to "enjoy" every detail. 

"They...ripped my blouse off. Then they pulled my pants off."

"What color panties?"

She struggled to remember, afraid to lie.

"Blue."

"No," Bill replied. "They were white."

"Yes, white," she corrected, forced to give him his fantasy.

"One of them ripped my panties off, while the other one tore off my bra." 

"I bet you looked good naked, Kim," Bill cooed. Then he released his hand – and made her jerk him off by herself while she told of that horrible day.

"One of them raised my arms high over my head and knelt on them. Then the other one..."

"Did you spread your legs, or lift your thighs?"

"Neither, you sick fuck!" she wanted to scream. But she caught herself.

"He lifted my thighs and..."

"Started to fuck you."

"Yes," she whimpered in a terribly sad voice of remembering as she continued to stroke his cock.

"Balls," he suddenly said.

Knowing she would only be beaten if she refused she let her other hand move to his sack and made her finger slowly tease his balls. 

"Good girl. Keep going."

"It was brutal," she began to sob. "He raped me violently."

"Did he come in your pussy, Kim?"

"Yes," she whispered. 

"Then what?" he moaned, the feel of her fingers on his balls and her hand stroking his cock overpowering him.

She swallowed, then forced herself to continue.

"Then they flipped me over."

Bill felt his cock grow even harder, knowing what was coming.

"And the other one raped me anally."

"He stuck his dick up your ass," Bill repeated but vulgarly.

"Yes," Kim replied, her tortured mind relieving her pain and her muffled screams.

"The other one kept his hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming..." she started to say, then stopped midsentence, afraid anything she said would be turned into something even more vile, as impossible a thought as that was.

"Not much of a handjob, Kim," Bill suddenly said in a threatening tone. Fear coursed through Kim. As sick as she was at being forced to relive her brutal rape, the tone in his voice troubled her even more. She had no doubt he would beat her. 

She closed her eyes and proceeded to give him the best handjob she knew how. 

"Keep talking," Bill moaned a few moments later as he felt one hand start to move on his cock and her other hand turning on his balls beyond belief.

"He raped me until..." she could not continue talking, although she continued the forced hand job.

"He came up your hot tight ass," Bill completed. Then his voice turned cold.

"Did you come, Kim?"

She immediately knew what he wanted to hear. Then she thought he might be playing a game with her – a game that would end in a beating for the wrong answer.

Then she suddenly didn't care if he did beat her. She would not give him this fantasy. 

"No," she said firmly.

"Good," Bill purred as he felt himself getting ready. "I wouldn't want to think you were a slut, Kim," he said oddly. Then he laughed. "You're much more fun this way."

She almost squeezed his balls at the foul comment, but wisely caught herself. 

And as he moaned and whimpered she sped up the hand on the disgusting cock.

A few seconds later, without warning, he started to come. His hand quickly moved to the back of her head and shoved her face down as the cum started to spurt from his cock. She closed her eyes as he came in her mouth.

"Damn baby, you are good!" Bill cooed, "complimenting" her on the handjob as if she had not just been forced to relieve her horrifying rape. Without acknowledging her further he put himself back in his pants and patted her head. 

"Looks like you don't have to assfuck your new friend...just yet."

She turned away from him and, not caring what happened, spit the cum from her mouth.

"You fuckin slut!" Bill screamed, turning deep red.

She welped as his hand tore across her face. Then in the same instant he calmed down.

"Tell you what, smart ass," he panted. "I'll forget you did that."

He yanked her up by her arm. She stood unmoving as he refastened the collar around her neck. Fred laid out the lingerie on the dining room table and Bill led her to it by the leather leash.

"You can get dressed now," Bill smiled, accenting his comment with a wicked slap on her naked ass.

She wanted nothing more than to throw the clothes in his face. Instead, she reached down and picked up the lingerie closest to her. 

"Good choice. I like pink. Do you like pink?" Bill asked the other men. They each smiled stupidly.

Kim's shyness returned and she shook as she slipped into the pink see-through baby-doll and slid up the pink satin g-string.

"Damn!" Fred said. 

"Brush your hair," Bill demanded. "And put some make-up on." He handed her her purse. 

Against her will she brushed her hair out, then put on a thin brush of make-up and did her lips in the soft pink he handed her. 

To no surprise, the photographs immediately started. Bill slapped her twice to let he know what would happen if she refused, then she began to pose as they demanded. 

She was sick when they made her turn from the camera and bend over, feeling the baby-doll rise up and knowing her whole naked ass was showing.

"Send hubby that one," Bill laughed. "And tell him this is his last opportunity. In an hour we're really going to give him something to worry about."

Kim sat on the couch in the disgusting, slutty lingerie and accepted the drink. She began to take long sips, now hoping for nothing else but to pass out drunk so she did not have to endure them.

But Bill was too smart for that, too.

"Un un, pumpkin," he said, grabbing the glass as she started to tip it. "A little loose is okay – actually, let's do that – but no passing out!" He released the glass.

"I'll cut you off when you've had enough, baby," he said with firm eyes.

She drained half the glass, knowing better than he what the effect of it would be. But this drink was not nearly as strong as the previous ones. She felt the room begin to swoon, but she knew that crappy drink would not make her black out. 

"More?" she found herself slurring, hopefully.

"No way, pumpkin," Bill replied. 

Now Kim was worried. She was a little drunk – but only a little. Enough to affect her but not enough to do what she wanted. And she knew what could happen when she was a little drunk.

"Nope," Tom shook his head when he returned a short time later. 

"Too bad, baby," Bill snapped, yanking her up from the couch. 

"Tell you what we're gonna do," he began. "We're gonna fuck you," he reached down to the bag still on the floor and watched her eyes grow wide as he opened it.

"Then we're gonna use this on you!"

She nearly fainted when she saw the thick black six-stranded whip. 

"Oh yeah, baby," Bill cooed. "Did I forget to tell you why I didn't want you passin out?"

"Yeah," Ralph interjected. "I was kinda lookin forward to fuckin your passed-out body"

Before she could move Tom was on her. Instinctively she began to fight him.

"Go ahead," Bill shrugged. An instant later Kim felt a hand slash across her face hard. 

Her eyes flew wide at the brutal slap. Then she cried out as he backhanded her. Spit flew from her mouth and blood began to form on her lips. 

"You want more?" Tom snarled. Cowering, Kim shook her head.

She lay still as he slid the g-string down her legs and off. She could see him staring at her tits completely revealed through the sheer baby-doll. She realized he was going to take her that way.

Then she felt his hand grab her right wrist.

"Put it in, cunt." 

He pushed her hand onto his erect cock.




Kim's Nightmare Ch. 02



Kim's mind raced from the violent slaps and fear. She saw Tom raise his hand high over her head.

"NO!" she screamed. Then her voice lowered to a pained whisper. "I'll do it."

Dying inside, she let her hand take hold of his hard cock. 

"In," Tom snapped. 

Hating him, Kim drew his cock to the soft center of her body. She penetrated her opening gently with his thick head, then pulled her hand off. 

She winced as Tom began to push into her channel then lay unmoving as again Tom began to fuck her.

"Fuck him back or we'll beat the shit out of you and all fuck you up your ass!" Bill demanded. 

Against everything she held dear, Kim began to move her hips and return his stabbing fuck. She heard him call out "damn, she's doin it!" and wanted to throw up. But she knew they would beat her so she returned his fuck.

"Oh damn this bitch is good!" Tom squalled as he felt his cock being pulled by the tight wet cunt he was buried inside of.

Her hips rocked and rolled as she made herself fuck the hard cock in her pussy. 

A minute later she felt the cock stiffen and knew he was about to come. Tears fell from her eyes as she felt the cum spurting into her cunt.

She felt the cock slowly pull out of her. Then Tom grabbed her wrist again. She strained to not let him move her arm, but he was too strong. She felt her hand pushed against her gaping pussy.

"You know what to do with it," Bill laughed.

Kim realized what he wanted and, hating them, she let the cum flow out of her pussy and into the palm of her hand. Then, sick inside, she lifted her palm to her mouth. And while they laughed she poured the cum in her mouth. She had never done anything like this before – even her ex-husband did not make her do this – and she almost threw up.

"All of it," Bill snapped. Kim let her tongue lick off the remaining wet slime in her palm. Then, while they watched waiting for it, she swallowed the disgusting cum tasting of salt and pussy juice.

"I'm next," Ralph glead. Without hesitation he shoved his way between her legs, then stuck his cock in her cum-wet, gaping pussy opening. She moaned at the suddenness of the intrusion. Then she made herself accept the cock and start to fuck it back.

She saw them all watching as she fucked up and down over the firm rod in her pussy. 

To her relief Ralph came quickly. Then, once again, they made squeeze the cum into her hand and eat it all down.

"I love it when they eat their creampies, don't you?" Ralph laughed.

The third man, Fred, fucked her slowly. It was the worst of all. She was forced to work over his cock with long pulls of her abdomen while her hips moved in circles. 

She needed to get this over so she began to undulate her hips more urgently just to get him off and get it over with. 

As Fred moaned Kim fucked him with everything she had with the sole purpose of making him come quickly. In only a few seconds Fred began to cum in her. Then she moved her hand again.

"Uhn uhn," Bill shook his head. "Let it roll out."

Her eyes caught Bill's over the head of the man climbing off of her and she realized he knew exactly what she had just done.

"Yeah, it's my turn," Bill smiled. "But I ain't stupid. "

Then Bill shook his head. 

"They get to watch me fuck your ass," he said smiling cruelly.

"NO!" Kim screamed and tried to get off the couch.

Anticipating, he told Tom and Fred to hold her down. He fought his way between her bucking legs and started fucking her pussy. 

But that was only to get his cock wet.

With Tom and Fred holding her arms and shoulders Bill was finally able to flip her to her side.

Then Ralph joined in and grabbed her left thigh and lifted it.

"NO!" Kim screamed again as she felt Bill's cock move between her cheeks. She felt the cum that slid out of her begin to roll over her asshole and she knew he would have no resistance. 

She felt Bill's hand lift her left cheek then felt his pussy-juice coated cock press against her cum-soaked pucker. 

"Aaahhhh!" she cried out as he began to push and she felt her soft star being slowly forced open.

"Arrghhhh!" she groaned as her tiny pucker was spread apart to the soggy head of his cock. 

She felt a push.

"Oh god!" she moaned as he popped in effortlessly, feeling her anal ring ripped wide 

open.

"Oh god!" she screamed as he lifted his hips and shoved his cum and juice-drenched cock deeper into her snug ass.

"She loves this shit," Bill laughed as he began to fuck in the tight, hot, buttery ass. 

"Watch that she doesn't shit on you!" Tom laughed. 

Bill's voice was cold in reply. 

"If she does she's gonna clean it off!"

Tears streamed down her face as Kim's ass rape continued.

"She likes it nice and slow, don't you lover?" Bill smiled, twisting her head to face him. Then he watched as her eyes bulged and a scream left her mouth as he suddenly shoved hard. 

"Let's mix it up a little, what do you say tits?" He gripped her asscheek in his hand, and again thrust hard into her tight clinging ass.

"Aaahhhh!" Kim screamed. 

Keeping her eyes he withdrew slightly.

Then slammed forward again.

"Aaahhhhh!" Kim wailed. 

"What's the matter tits?" he sneered as he shoved again.

"Aaahhh aaahhh aaahhh" she cried out with each vicious stab of his cock into her ass. 

He leaned down and whispered in her ear. 

"Play with us like that again and I'll tear your ass apart!" 

"Ungh ungh ungh unghhh!" he grunted as he pumped four more times hard in her ass. 

"Yaahhhh ahhhah haahhh!" she screamed as he fucked her ass. 

He grunted as he worked his cock back and forth in her wet, tight ass. In that position he could only get halfway in, but he didn't care.

She saw them all watching stupidly as Bill her ass. As bad as the rapes were, as painful as her ass-rape was, having them watching while she was being ass-fucked was the worst torment of everything she had endured. 

"You want me to come, tits?" Bill cooed.

"Oh god yes, please just come," Kim pleaded.

"Say it."

Kim fought the sickness.

"Please come in my ass."

This slam of his cock into her was the worst of all.

"Oh god please come in my ass sir!" she added, knowing.

She felt another vicious stab, then suddenly felt warm semen spurt into her bowels. Again and again she felt his cock spurt hot cum into her ass. 

She had felt everything during her ass fuck, and now felt his cock slowly slide down her asshole and out.

"Hold on, tits," Bill commanded as she rose to go to the bathroom. He pushed her back onto the sofa and climbed next to her on his knees and presented his cock to her.

In all the times Terry had assfucked her he had never made him take his cock in her mouth afterwards. But now she was staring at a half-hard slimy cock that had just been pulled from inside her ass. She began to retch, but forced her mouth to open.

She began to get sick as she tasted cum and something dank and nasty. 

"Good thing you hold your mud, baby, huh?" Bill laughed as she made him suck the slime off his cock. 

"Make sure she doesn't try the window," Bill said to Fred. Sick that she was made to walk up the stairs naked with a naked man she nonetheless went upstairs. Fred let her close the door slightly and Kim sat on the toilet, trying in vain to avoid the wet farting sounds as she squeezed the cum out of her ass into the bowl. She wiped herself and went to the other room.

"Hold on, baby," Fred commanded. She stopped, then stood rock-still as he started to kiss her. She stood stoically and did not return the kiss. Nor did she move when his hands moved to her breasts. 

"More than a mouthful's a waste, isn't it, tits?" he laughed as he massaged her small boobs.

Fred led her downstairs and Bill ordered her to make lunch for them. They took turns pawing her as she made sandwiches, at one point having Ralph's hands around her on her tits and Tom reaching around her hips to rub her hairy cunt.

After they finished, leaving her alone while they ate, she gathered her courage.

"He's not going to do what you want so you might as well let me go," she said firmly.

Bill shook his head.

"Nah, we got better things in mind for you buttercup."

"You've done everything you can to me," Kim said with a sad tone. "Let me go."

Bill simply stared at her.

"Oh, there's a lot more we can do with you, tits."

To be continued



Kim's Nightmare Ch. 03



Bill and Tom held Kim's struggling body while Fred drilled two holes in the dining room wall and Ralph fought to screw in two eye-bolts in the wall studs. 

"I guess hubby says this is okay, too, Kim." 

Tom whipped the baby doll up and off and they dragged the screaming woman to the wall by the leash. 

"Please, no!" Kim screamed as Bill struggled with her left arm, finally pulling it up so Fred could tie her wrist to the eye-bolt. As she kicked and screamed he fastened her right wrist as well until her arms were high above her head in a wide "V".

Then she felt Fred's hands moving all over her legs and despite her kicking he tied her ankles together. 

"NO!" She screamed again as she saw Bill holding the thick leather-wrapped handle of the whip.

"She's getting too loud," Bill cautioned. "Here, use this." He handed Ralph the ball gag. He caught her shaking head and succeeded in forcing the ball in her mouth, then snapped the leather strap around the back of her head. 

"Mrrphhh!" she screamed through the ball gag as she saw Bill move behind her.

He raised the whip.

He world exploded as the whip slammed into her back. 

She screamed into the ball gag as six thongs of thick leather slashed her back.

"Errgghh!" the muffled scream escaped. 

Bill took aim and Kim screamed again as the whip slapped into her soft round ass. 

She screamed a third time as the strands whipped into the backs of her thick creamy thighs.

Kim held her breath through her pain, felt the whistle, and screamed when again the whip slashed across her back.

Again and again he whipped her. 

The whip was an erotica store toy and was not designed to cut flesh, but each stroke of the whip left six wide red welts.

Finally he finished whipping her. By now Kim hung whimpering from her wrists, her back crossed with forty-eight red welts, her ass and thighs with two dozen as well. 

Fred released her from the wall and Kim fell to the floor. But instead of allowing her even a moment's relief Bill led her by the leash crawling across the floor. He made her kneel on wobbly legs and drew the white chemise over her shoulders. It was backless – an accident but fortunate for her tortured back. He made her step out of the pink g-string, falling the first time she tried, and put on the sheer white thong. 

Bill pulled her up by the neck to stand on her weak legs, and stared at her hairy pussy revealed under the see-through panties. 

"You can have that drink now, kitten," Bill laughed as he pulled her by the leash to the couch. 

She took the tall cold glass and drank to relieve the pain in her back. In a short time she felt the room begin to spin.

"Ready baby?" Bill smiled. 

"Don't, please," Kim cried. "I can't take anymore."

"You'll take what we give you!" Bill said wildly. Even drunk she could tell he was losing all control and for the first time she began to think they would just kill her.

"No!" she slurred. "I'll fuck you. Please don't kill me!" she squealed. 

"You fuckin bitch!" Bill screamed as dragged her to the dining room table. "I tell you what happens!"

Ralph grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms hard to the opposite end of the table while Bill threw the hem of the camisole up over her ass. She screamed as he yanked the thong down her hips. 

Kim lay on the table, gasping for breath. 

"You wanted her ass," Bill panted to Ralph. "Come and get it!"

"NO!" Kim screamed. "Oh god NO!!!"

Ralph handed her arms to Bill and he held her wrists long across the table as Ralph moved behind her and spat in his hand. A few strokes later he pulled out and she felt his slime-soaked cockhead poking at her asshole.

"NO!" she screamed again to no avail. Her mind exploded as Ralph shoved his cum-dripping cock through the tight ring of her asshole.

Ralph was still pissed Bill had pulled him off of her the day before – and took it out on her asshole.

"Oh god please!" she wailed as the most horrible agony of her life tore through her. 

Bill lifted her head by her hair and glared into her eyes.

"You asked for this, bitch!" he snarled. 

Then he spit in her face.

"What the fuck?" Tom called out as he walked in the door.

"Come on, let's turn this cunt out," Bill called. Without hesitating Tom dropped his pants and ran to the table.

"Get on up," Bill laughed. Tom climbed up on the table as Ralph continued to pump his cock in Kim's ass. Ralph lifted the screaming wife and pulled her up on the table, then he knelt behind her. 

"Get her on it," Bill told Tom. Needing no encouragement Tom slid under Kim's struggling body. Ralph grabbed her hips while continuing to fuck her ass and Tom held his cock on one hand and her thigh in another. They succeeded pushing her down on Tom's raging hard-on.

Ralph gripped her hips tighter and pulled her downward, impaling Tom's cock into her cunt.

"Aaahhh!" Kim screamed as for the first time in her life she was being double fucked. 

"May as well airlock the cunt," Bill laughed to Fred. Fred moved quickly to the head of the table, and when Kim opened her mouth for another anguished squeal he shoved his cock between her lips.

Tom wrapped his arms around her back, holding her, while Fred grabbed the back of her head with both hands. Then he turned and looked at Bill who was now preparing to start the video camera. 

"Fuck, I don't care anymore," Bill smiled as he turned the video camera on and focused on her tortured face. 

With that Fred began to press until he felt the head of his cock hit the opening to her throat. 

Kim's eyes bulged as she felt the cock try to enter her throat. Then hands on the back of her head pulled her face tighter to him and Kim felt the head sink into her throat. She began to gag. 

"I don't think she likes it," Tom laughed. 

"Who gives a fuck what she likes," Bill replied. "Just shove it on down her cunt throat!"

Tom did not need any encouragement. When he had had his blowjob from her the day before all he could think about was shoving it in her throat.

Now he had his chance. 

So just like in the porn videos he began to stab at her throat with firm shoves of his cock.

"Nrrggg!" Kim gurgled as Tom's cock began to relentlessly jab into her gullet. "Llllggggrrr" she gurgled when he succeeded in shoving all the way in to her throat, feeling his pubic hair against her lips.

She couldn't breathe, her mind was racing as she felt she was being strangled. If there was anything in her stomach it would have come up as she gagged on the cock through the pain of her ass rape and the sickening feeling of two cocks in her. 

Desperate, she beat her hands on his thighs. 

Tom sensed she was choking to death and pulled out. Long streams of thick saliva poured out of her mouth and hung to the head of his cock.

"You like that, tits?" Bill laughed. Kim could only cough and gag. 

Once again Ralph slammed deep into her tortured ass.

"Aaaahhhh!" Kim screamed. 

Tom matched Ralph stroke for stroke, working his cock in her pussy while he pulled her up and down on him.

"Would you rather do it?" Bill asked out of nowhere. But she knew what he meant. She knew her choices – have Tom shove his dick down her throat and choke her, be terrified of choking to death, or do it herself and throat his cock slowly.

Crying, she let her mouth open and Tom pressed deep inside.

"Nnhhh!" she gurgled over the cock in her mouth. Desperately she reached behind the disgusting man and held the backs of his thighs. Then, as Terry had forced her to do, slowly directed the cock into her own throat. 

As Terry, her "loving" ex-husband had forced her to do, she let her throat muscles go limp.

And took the full length of Tom's cock. 

She still gagged as the cock entered her throat, but she knew she could tolerate this. Terry had made her do it so many times.

She forced herself to suck on the shaft of his cock as he was buried down her throat. 

Ralph and Fred settled into a slow double-fuck rhythm, each of them enjoying the feel of her cunt or ass – and the feel of the other cock rubbing against theirs through the thin sheaf of flesh.

Bill knew Ralph especially enjoyed feeling Fred's cock rubbing against his. He laughed for a moment when he realized Fred didn't know Ralph was bi-sexual! 

Kim continued to gag and retch on the cock in her throat, but she could tolerate it. He was much thinner than Terry, and was not throat-fucking her like Terry would. This cock just lay there as she worked on it. 

"Here it comes tits!" Fred began to squeal. "Right down your throat!" 

"No," Bill commanded. "Come on her face." He lifted her head by her hair.

Fred pulled out as he started to cum. Kim cried as the slime spewed on her left cheek and began to drool down her jaw. A few seconds later Ralph pulled his cock out of her ass with a wet "plop" that made her want to throw up. She saw him moving in front of her, then she felt the stream of hot cum splash against her forehead and eyes as he jerked his come onto her face while Bill continued to hold her head up.

Tom was last. He pulled out, walked to in front of her, and began to pump his cock vigorously. A few moments later she felt a third cumload splatter on her nose and lips. 

Bill set down the video camera and took up the still camera. While wet come began to roll off her chin he started taking pictures of her cum-drenched face. Over and over the camera flashed as she felt the cum slither down her face. She knew they were going to send the pictures to her husband.

But to her shock Bill started to talk in a calm voice as Kim lay broken and cum-covered on the table.

"Your hubby gave us everything we needed the first time we e-mailed him, baby love," Bill began.

Kim's mind forced out the word.

"Why..."

"Why did we keep you?" Bill continued her sentence as he gently wiped her face with her blouse. 

"That's simple, tits. He didn't want you back."

"I don't believe you," she said strongly.

"Neither did we, so we asked for proof. We didn't want him settin us up with the cops." Bill walked to the desk. "He sent us this." 

Kim turned her eyes from the photograph Tom had printed his second ransom trip. But she had seen it – it was her husband with a deep moan on his face as a woman she recognized from the courthouse was giving him a blow job. 

"He said we could keep you, tits," Bill said in almost a pained voice. "And we weren't going to pass up some pussy, not once we saw how pretty you are."

Kim's mind tore at the sight of the photograph. She began to wonder if the woman was part of this as well and had forced Gary...

"No, tits," Bill said gently. "He said he's being well taken care of and as far as he's concerned we could keep you."

"Then all those e-mails..."

"Yes, Kim," Bill answered. "We were trying to give you back!"

He handed her the drink. She shook her head.

"Oh, and by the way, my brother was released on bail today." 

Kim could not speak, it was too much for her.

"Actually, Kim, in the last e-mail he said he'd fuck you up if we did bring you back."

She lay in shock, unable to move. 

"Let me help you up, baby." Bill took her hand and helped her from the table.

"Oh, and by the way, the whip was his idea." Bill thought for a moment. "He said it was always a fantasy of his.

She nearly fainted. She knew it was his fantasy from a drunken conversation years earlier.

"And he said if we had to bring you back to make sure we give him the whip."

Kim's legs collapsed under her.

"Time to go back to him."

"NO!" she screamed as they dragged her to the van to be returned to her husband.

And her nightmare began.



Kim's Nightmare



"Go make us some breakfast," Bill demanded.

"I'm not doing a damn thing unless I can put those on!" she snapped, pointing to her underwear on the floor.

To her surprise he laughed. 

"Go ahead, pumpkin," he chuckled. Then he glared at her. "I think you look really hot in black."

She bit her tongue to not respond and put on her bra and panties. Then she stood silently as he went in to use the bathroom and brush his own teeth. She was sickened as she heard his piss splash into the toilet. 

Kim found herself embarrassed when she walked down the stairs in front of him, knowing they all knew she had spent the night naked in his bed. And she knew that at least two of the men who were not staring at her as she came down the stairs had heard her being anally fucked.

"Bacon and eggs," Bill said shortly. Kim moved to the refrigerator then to the stove. She ignored the eyes on her and began to make the breakfast Bill had ordered. She stole a peak at the clock – seven a.m. She knew her husband would be on his way to court already but they would not know that – and sensed they were not intending to contact him until probably 9 a.m. She fought her growing concern and made a pot of coffee.

And wondered what they intended to do with her until then.

After they ate she would find out. 

Bill made her serve them at the table. She had no intention of eating their food anyway, even though her stomach was growling from not eating anything since a muffin the previous morning. 

"Come here, baby," Bill laughed. Wanting nothing but to be left alone, she moved to where he was sitting and, as he demanded, sat on his lap. He ignored her and talked to the other three as she sat on his thighs. Once he held a forkful of eggs out to her. She shook her head.

"More for me," he laughed. 

She suddenly felt his cock growing hard under her hip. 

"That's right, lover," he smiled when he realized she could feel it. "It's a new day."

A few minutes later they had all finished their breakfast and Kim was ordered to clear the table. 

Then Bill approached her, grabbed her arms, and turned her around. 

"We decided to let you have a little something for breakfast, too."

She felt his hands move to her shoulders and start to force her down as Tom moved to standing in front of her. 

And opened his pants.

"Yeah, give her a little 'tube steak'!" Ralph squealed.

"Ain't nothing 'little' about it," Tom snapped back. Then he turned to Kim who by now had been pushed to her knees. She knew why. 

Her eyes filled with the rigid cock Tom fished out from the opening in his jockey shorts. 

"Enjoy your 'breakfast'," he said laughing.

She could fight. She could struggle and squirm. 

But in the end she knew they would make her suck his cock. 

Crying inside she let her mouth open, did not move, then felt him slip his hard cock into her mouth. 

There were a million things she could do – but none of them would prevent what was about to happen. She chose to do the smart thing. 

While her mind raced with the thought of what was being forced on her, Kim understood the best thing she could do would be to suck him off and make him come as quickly as possible to at least get her ordeal over. 

But she refused to give him what she gave her husband. Instead, she started to suck his cock the way she gave Barry Timmons blow jobs in the front seat of his car at the drive-in movie when she was seventeen.

Kim began to suck on the pencil-cock in her mouth. She closed her eyes and went back to the three times with Barry. Sure enough, within a minute she heard him start to squeal and felt the first spurt of disgusting salty cum hit her throat. 

She knew what else she would have to do. So she swallowed as he came in her mouth.

"Damn!" Tom squealed childlishly as he pulled his now-limp cock from her mouth. "This bitch is alright!"

Kim fought the need to cough and began to rise.

"Where do you think you're going, fuckhead?" Ralph bellowed. He roughly pushed her back down to her knees and unbuckled his pants. "Time you got a real man!" he squealed as he dropped his pants and shorts to the floor. 

Before she could move he pushed his cock against her lips. 

"Let's go."

Wishing for nothing more than to rinse the disgusting taste of a strange man's semen from her mouth, Kim let her lips part. Ralph shoved his cock between her lips hard. She almost immediately felt his hands on the back of her head and felt him pulling her over him. She began to feel real fear – Terry liked to make her throat his cock, usually by force, but every time he did she was afraid she would choke and suffocate.

Her eyes flew wide as she felt his hands pushing hard against the back of her head and felt him start to shove his cock into her throat.

"No throat, fuckhead!" Bill snapped. "You know the rules." Then he looked in her eyes. 

"After all, she's a lady." He glared into her eyes. "Ain't ya, baby?"

Angry now, Ralph gripped the back of her head hard and worked her head the way he wanted. She struggled to suck him off, and was sickened as she heard the gurgling sounds that she knew were coming from her. 

Fortunately Ralph was no more of a man than Tom and before long she felt his hands push her head deep over his cock. She swallowed urgently as he started to cum in her mouth.

She knew there was one more. This time she would not let him shove his cock in her. She quickly moved to the table and knelt in front of Fred. She felt sick when he smiled, and realized he wanted her to take it out. She unzipped his slacks and fished his cock out of his shorts. Then, as the other three watched, she sucked Fred's cock until it, too, exploded in her mouth. At least in that position she could control things and not have him shoving into her gullet.

"Let's see that shit," Bill laughed as she prepared to swallow. She could not believe they were doing this, but she complied. And, as she cried inside, she opened her mouth and let them see the pool of thick cum on her tongue and coating the inside of her mouth.

"All the way down," Bill smiled. 

She was disgusted she was on display, but she closed her eyes, closed her lips, and swallowed.

"Let's see."

Sickened, she opened her mouth and let them see there was no cum left.

"Feel better now?" Bill asked laughing. Then he glared at her. "Why don't you thank them for giving you some breakfast?" he demanded cruelly. Again she had no option but to comply. She looked at the men and made herself speak.

"Thank you for breakfast," she whispered. 

He would not relent. 

"Didyou like your cumshakes, Kim?" he asked foully. She looked around for any signs of decency. But there were none.

"Yes," she whimpered. "I love cumshakes."

"They loved giving them to you, butterbutt," Bill replied vicously.

"How was her ass?" Ralph asked in an envious tone.

"If hubby doesn't come through today you can find out for yourself!" Bill replied with a deep laugh.

For the first time in her ordeal Kim was completely frightened. The thought of being anally raped by all of them terrified her. She began to shiver when Bill told Tom and Ralph it was "time to go". 

She poured some coffee to get rid of the disgusting taste in her mouth then washed the dishes as Bill ordered. When she was finished she asked again. 

"You've seen it all," she said firmly but with a sad voice of reality. "Now I would like to get dressed." 

"Hmm," Bill responded. He thought for a moment, then spoke. "Tell you what, buttercup. Lose the bra and I'll let you put your shirt on."

She looked at the door and again realized she had no escape. She picked her blouse up from the floor, turned her back to the two leering men, slid off her bra, and put her shirt on. 

"Uhn uhn," Bill barked when she reached for her slacks. 

She let her slacks fall back to the floor. 

Then she cowered back as Bill approached her and reached out his hand. 

"Let's...lose...some of...these," he smiled as he slowly undid the top four buttons of her blouse. She could knew they could see the soft insides of her breasts under the open blouse, and that her cleavage was exposed to her stomach. She suddenly felt they would think she looked even more erotic that way and wished she had kept her bra on. But they had already see her tits – and Bill had mauled them – she knew. And ignored their stares. 

Then Bill patted the sofa next to him. Dutifully Kim moved over and sat next to him. Toying with her mind Bill slightly tugged on the sides of the blouse that came open when she sat and exposed her breasts. His movement kept the soft silk over her nipples. 

Suddenly he reached down and lifted up her purse. He fumbled through her privacy. "Here," he demanded a moment later, handing her her lipstick and a small mirror. She put the pink lipstick on as he stared at her. 

"Much better," he nodded. Then he leaned in to her. "Very kissable."

Before she could move his hands moved to the sides of her face and again he started kissing her. 

"You better get into it, baby," he snarled. She felt his lips begin to move over hers. Frightened by his eyes she returned his kiss, dying inside. 

Disgusting moments later she again felt his tongue snake inside her mouth.

"Mmmm," he moaned through the forced kiss as his mouth moved more urgently against her lips. "That's better."

She felt his tongue begin to play with hers. 

"Your turn," he snarled. She let her tongue slide into his mouth as she cried inside. Knowing what he wanted, she began to deep-tongue him back.

A few minutes later, his lips never leaving hers, the door opened. 

Bill turned from kissing her. Tom shook his head. 

"You're fucked, baby," Bill said blandly. Then he turned back to the two men.

"What's the deal?"

"He said he can't do it." 

Kim was terrified, but through her fear she knew her husband had done the right thing. She would let them all fuck her before she would let him break the law.

"You're fucked, baby," Bill repeated, laughing. Then he pulled her from the couch. "But not as fucked as you're gonna be!"

He ripped open the last button of her blouse.

"You just lost your clothes for good," he snapped as he yanked her blouse down her arms. 

Then he pushed her back onto the couch and as she kicked and screamed he wrestled with her until he succeeded in yanking her black lace panties down her legs and off. He threw her panties across the room.

"Spread that shit motherfucker!" he demanded. He slapped her left thigh hard. 

"Spread it!" he repeated.

The eyes glaring into hers were filled with anger. Terrified, Kim let her legs move apart. 

"I said spread it!" Bill bellowed. He gripped her knees and shoved her legs wide apart. He stared at her hairy pussy, then shoved her knees upward.

"Feet on the couch," he ordered. Still frightened of the eyes and the fierce tone Kim complied and pulled her legs up until the soles of her feet were on the couch. Doing so opened her thighs wide to their stares. 

She knew that in that position they could see everything and was again both embarrassed and disgusted.

Suddenly he grabbed her wrists. 

"Show us what we're gettin," Bill laughed as he pulled her hands downward.

She could not believe they were making her do this. But the glare in her eyes told her they would beat her if she did not do what they said.

Kim slowly moved her hands to her pussy lips. She looked at the wall on the opposite side of the room – and let her fingers hold her cuntlips open for their stares.

"You got a nice lookin pussy, baby," Bill cooed as he stared at her clamshell. "Why don't you get it ready for us?"

She knew what they wanted. Kim began to cry as she made her fingers move over her lips.

"Play with your clit."

She let her fingers slide up her clamshell to the hood and made her finger touch her clit. 

"Get to it," Bill barked. 

Sniffling, Kim made her finger move slowly over the tiny bud hiding inside her hood while the middle finger of her other hand continued to move between her cuntlips.

Her body was completely numb to the finger on her clit. She felt nothing and hoped they would not make her try to come – she knew she never would, not for them.

She continued to finger her clit and gently rub her pussy lips as they stared between her legs.

"Finger fuck yourself," Bill ordered. 

The thought made her sick, but there was nothing Kim could do. She let her finger move from her lips and press gently into herself. 

Then she realized she had an opportunity. When she inserted her finger into her vaginal opening she realized she could at the same time get herself wet. She knew another rape was inevitable – at least it did not have to be an agonizing dry rape. 

While they stared stupidly at her she began to slowly finger fuck herself. Sure enough, a few minutes later she felt her finger begin to become damp. She did not for a moment think she was getting excited by them. She knew a female's body would respond to something in its vagina by moistening - even if it was during rape. 

She closed her eyes to avoid having to see them as one finger moved over her clit and the other was forced to finger fuck herself. But Kim had no idea what she had just done.

"God damn!" Ralph squealed. "The bitch is getting into it!"

She suddenly realized they thought she had closed her eyes because she was enjoying what they were making her do to herself. She quickly forced her eyes open.

But it was too late.

"Let's get into her then!" Bill laughed. 

Her eyes opened wide as she saw all four of them strip off. 

"Don't stop workin it, baby," Bill smirked as he unbuckled his pants. "Get that shit all juicy for us."

She knew now that her nightmare was only beginning.

To be continued