4 comments/ 25030 views/ 11 favorites Abuse and Revenge By: westcoastjohn I slowly begin to wake up as the morning sun shines down on my face. I can hear the lapping of the sea on the shore in the distance; the perfect sound to wake up to. I feel amazing. I have the warm afterglow that I feel every morning after a night of passion. I suddenly become aware of the feel of the sensuous silk sheets on my naked body. I wriggle my body around to heighten the sensation; bliss. I adore this morning-after feeling. It is so sexy. I could happily stay like this all day. But suddenly I sit bolt upright; my eyes wide open with fear. I realise that I have no idea where I am or how I got here. All I can remember is getting very drunk at the function last night and, worst of all, the life shattering memory that my husband got called away to Europe just after the start of the function. My mind tries to rationalise the situation. Maybe I just booked into a hotel; but this does not look like a hotel room, it looks like someone's bedroom. Maybe a friend took pity on me and gave me a room to recover in; but I have no friends who live so close to the sea. I am getting desperate. Maybe I did not have sex last night. Maybe I just woke from an erotic dream that I just cannot remember; maybe that is why I have my afterglow. One swift look down at my perfectly manicured mound gives me all the evidence I need. There, as clear as day, matted in my perfecty groomed tiny triangle of pubic hair is dried seminal fluid. My heart sinks further. What have I done? I am happily married to Mr Perfect and I have never even fantasised about cheating and I have certainly never done it for real. Until now, it would seem. I fall back down and grab a pillow and bury my face in it. I begin to sob uncntrollably. How could I have been so stupid? Why did I get so damn drunk last night? How could I have jeopardised my perfect life for one night of sex that I cannot even remember; with God knows who? My whole body trembles as I cry. Suddenly my crying is interrupted as a noise makes me jump out of my skin; I am bolt upright again as I hear the en suite bathroom door open. Oh my God; who on Earth is going to walk into the bedroom? Within a second I get my answer; a tall, handsome and very well toned naked stranger. He just stands there staring hungrily at my naked body; he obviously has not noticed my tear-stained face. Or maybe he is just a man and the sight of a hot (yeah, I am proud of my body) naked woman is enough of a distraction. I feel surprisingly relieved. I have never seen this man before. Maybe I can just leave and put the whole sorry episode behind me and carry on with my perfect, privileged life. "Morining sexy." He smiles a dazzling smile at me as he moves closer. I grab the sheet and bunch it up to cover my nakedness. "Please, don't come any closer." He stops in his tracks. I can't help noticing his impressively large penis swinging between his legs as he comes to a halt. "What's up Bella? You certainly wanted me as close as possible last night," he chuckles. I am just thinking...Oh my God, I am such a slut...I don't even know this guy's name. "I am sorry it's just...errr...I can't...you know...errr...look, who are you?" "Oh my God. I really thought we had something deep and meaningful. Are you telling me you just used me for sex? I feel so used, so dirty." He was mocking me. "Look I am really embarrassed and ashamed here. Please just tell me who you are and how I got myself into this situation." "Well I noticed you as soon as I got to the function last night. I gotta say, you were the sexiest woman there. Anyway, I enjoyed the view but you seemed to be with someone and so I kept my distance." "That was my husband. Please get on with it." "You are seriously telling me that Andy Fuller is your husband? Oh my God! Well I guess it isn't surprising that a guy like that has a firecracker in the bedroom like you. If he gets what I got last night whenever he wants he is a lucky man." I am bright red with embarrassment and desperate to get some clothes on but I do not want to expose myself to this man again so I try to move things along, "Please hurry up." "Okay, okay. So, I saw Andly leave and you began to circulate whilst hitting the bubbly pretty hard. By eleven you were pretty tipsy and you tripped over and I caught you. You were grateful and insisted that you buy me a drink. "So we sat and chatted and drank champagne for an hour or so. You got very interested when I started talking about the amazing house I was renting on the coast. You said you had always admired them and so we grabbed a taxi and headed over here. "Once we got inside I fixed us some drinks and put on some music. You obviously liked it because you started to dance. Man, it was as sexy as hell. I was so turned on so I moved in to dance with you. "We danced slow and sexy for a few songs. The feel of your sexy body pushed into mine was hot. I don't mind telling you that I got pretty hard pretty quick." "Oh please. I really do not need to hear all the gory details. Just leave and let me get dressed." I am getting impatient and am all too aware of my barely covered nakedness. "Hey, you asked and I am telling. Feel free to get dressed if you like but I am going nowhere." I resign myself to listening to the whole sorry story. "So, like I was saying, I was so turned on by this stage. I took a risk and let my hands drop to your ass. You wiggled it in response. You were obviously into it so I kissed you. You kissed me back hard and deep before pushing me onto the sofa. "You unzipped your dress and let it fall to the floor. You stood there posing in just your tiny panties. God, I could have cum in my pants right there. Anyway, you got on your knees, practically ripped my trousers open and devoured my rock hard cock. I have never had such a deep, hard and fast blowjob in my life. It was amazing. I practically exploded down your throat and you swallowed every drop." The mixture of embarrassment, guilt and shame make the tears reappear but he carries on as if he hasn't noticed. "So, you look up into my eyes and say, 'Take me to your bed and fuck me.' Well, what is a boy to do? I did exactly what I was told. We fucked like animals twice before you passed out." His smug smile shows how proud he is of his previous night's exploits. I do not recognise the actions of the woman he described. They are so slutty, so wanton, so not like me at all. I can hardly believe that I did those things but my matted pubic hair tells me it is the truth. My sobbing is uncontrollable again. He finally gets the hint. "Okay, okay. I will leave you in peace. I will be in the lounge. You can let yourself out without having to see me again." "Thank you," I muttered as he finally left the room. I quickly put on my dress. I cannot find my panties anywhere. Fuck it, I will go without; I just need to get out of here. I grab my handbag and shoes and leave this stranger's house. Now that I am outside in the fresh coastal air my head clears and I begin to get confident that my darling husband will never find out about this horrendous mistake. My guilt is strong and it is gnawing away at my insides but now that I am out I can start to put the whole affair behind me and get back to my perfect life. ---------- At this point let me tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Bella Fuller and I am very happily married to the wonderful Andy. We met about eleven years ago. I was an eighteen year old girl with a head full of dreams and a body that most girls would kill for. So I decided to use my assets to my advantage. I tried my hand at modelling. Now, I was apparently "too curvy", "too fat" to be considered high fashion. I mean...what the fuck? I was only a size 6 and I was five foot ten tall. However, compared to the sticks I was competing against even I thought I was an elephant. So I got into commercials. The casting agents seemed to love my pretty face, long blonde hair and womanly curves; they certainly hit on me a lot. Anyway, it was whilst shooting a television commercial for his management consultancy that I met Andy. He was a self made man. He started his firm up when he was just twenty two and he made sure it was successful. His enthusiasm and strength of personality were a winning, and ultimately very profitable, combination. I met him after the end of the first day of shooting and I was instantly bowled over by his charm, confidence and dark good looks. He was 27 at the time. We hit it off instantly. We dated for about a year whenever we managed to be in the same town at the same time. We fell in love and so I instantly said "Yes" when he proposed and we moved in together. I know that 19 is young but I really wanted to be with this man for the rest of my life. By then my fledgling career was not going particularly well; I was getting some bookings but I was getting bored. So when he said that there was an opportunity to be a PA at his company I jumped at the chance. We got married after three months of engagement and it has been bliss. My new career as PA has gone from strength to strength. Sure I am the bosses wife but I used my skills to be the best I can be. I am now in charge of all of the company's PAs and I PA for Andy personally. However I do carry out PA duties for special projects when we have visiting associate consultants with certain skills required to sort out particularly difficult client problems. I am great at my job. I love my life. I love my husband. We are devoted to each other. So I wonder again...why the fuck have I just spent the night with a guy I don't even know? Hell, he still never told me who he was. What a jerk. I hope I never see him again. ---------- I spend the rest of the weekend getting myself together. I am an expert at controlling my emotions and so by Monday morning I am in control and pumped for my new important assignment. For the next two weeks I will be carrying out PA duties for a visiting associate consultant; one we have not used before. It is an exciting prospect. This will be a very lucrative, game changing job for our company that will catapult us to a whole new level of corporate clients. Everyone in the office is excited. However, as I walk into the office my overriding emotion is a deep desire to see Andy. He is landing back in from Europe this morning and coming straight to the office to greet our new associate. My whole body is tingling in anticipation as I make my way to Andy's office. I don't know how I will be able to stay professional and keep my hands off him until we get home later. Within a few seconds my hand is turning the handle to his office and I walk in. In an instant my emotion changes to a deep, terrible dread. It takes all of my strength to hold myself together. There, standing before me, looking at me, are two men; my lovely husband and the asshole that I fucked on Friday night. All I can think is...OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK.... Why does it have to be him? What have I done to deserve this? Oh yeah...I had a drunken fuck with a stranger whilst my husband was out of town. What a fucking idiot I am. The men approach me. "Bella, this is Dale," Andy gently pushes the asshole towards me. I shake his hand as he smirks at me. "I look forward to working with you Bella. Andy tells me you are the best PA in America." I try hard to get myself together and get my game face back on. I manage to smile at Andy before answering, "Well Andy is slightly biased." We all chuckle at the lame humour. After a few excruciating minutes of small talk Dale looks at me and says, "Right Bella. I am keen to get going so will you show me to my office please?" I lead him out of Andy's office and down the corridor to the plush office we keep for our visiting associates. As soon as we get in he closes the door and instructs me to close the blinds. I have a bad feeling about this. I want to run out of there but I can't. It would be unprofessional and would raise questions that I do not want to answer. I do as I am told. As soon as the blinds are closed Dale grabs me by my arms and pins me against the door. He is looking at me with extreme lust in his eyes. "Get your hands off me," I hiss with as much venom as I can muster. "I don't think so Bella." He continues to hold me firm with that fucking dirty smirk on his face. I am beginning to feel very vulnerable. I try again. I wriggle to try and break free and demand, "Let go of me now." His face turns from a pornographic smirk to pure evil as he hisses in my ear. "Don't ever tell me what to do bitch. For the next two weeks you belong to me. You do exactly what I want whenever I want it." Tears form in my eyes as one of his hands leaves my arm and roughly hikes up my skirt. He rips off my panties; it hurts like hell but it is about to get worse. I have no time to brace myself before he plunges two thick fingers into my bone dry pussy and finger fucks me hard. The pain is unbearable; it is all I can do to stop myself from screaming the place down. But we both know that I won't do that. As his fingers violate me he continues to hiss in my ear. "Of course, if you don't want to do what I tell you to do we can always go and tell your rich and successful husband exactly what we did on Friday night. And before you say that he won't believe it you should know that I took pictures." Could this get any worse? I have to choose between letting this fucking asshole do what he wants with me for two weeks or have my perfect marriage destroyed. I just close my eyes and sob as his physical assault on my womanhood continues. After what seems like a lifetime of hell (but in reality was probably less than a minute) he pulls his fingers out if my very sore pussy and licks them obscenely. "Don't for a moment think that you are getting all the fun." Fun? I wanted to kick this fucker in the balls so hard. But he had other ideas about that area of his body. "Your first task of the day, every day, is to suck my dick just like you did on Friday. Now I know you like to drink cum so I will let you swallow it all." Oh God. What am I going to do? I can't suck this monster's cock. But what alternative do I have? I try pleading, "Please don't do this Dale. You know that what we did on Friday was a drunken mistake. Let's leave it at that and get on with the project." I knew as I was saying it that I was wasting my breath but I had to try. He just looks at me with disdain; like I am an object to be used as he sees fit. "Now listen very carefully Bella. Of course I knew exactly who you were on Friday night. That is precisely why I hit on you when I saw Andy leave. There is nothing better than fucking the boss's wife. The fact that you let me pick you up is your own fault. You didn't have to come back to my place. You didn't have to give me a blowjob. You didn't have to fuck me twice. But you did. You did, no one forced you, no one duped you. You decided to be a slut for a night. Well now you have to pay. You are mine for as long as I am here. "If you don't do exactly as I say I will tell Andy everything and I will destroy the reputation of his beloved company. Is that what you want?" That fucking smirk is back again. I hang my head as I mutter, "No." "Good. Now, what are you waiting for." Reluctantly I lower down onto my knees and begin to undo his very expensive trousers. As soon as they are down his underpants are like a tent; he is obviously rock hard. I almost vomit as I reach inside and pull out his ten inch pole. How am I going to do this without vomiting? I start but gently sucking on just the end. I gag as I register the slightly salty taste. He begins to moan and pushes the back of my head so that I go a bit deeper. How am I going to get through this? I know the only way is to get it over with as quickly as possibly. So, as sick as it makes me feel, I do the best job I can in the circumstances. I begin to suck more vigorously whilst rubbing the base of his rod with my left hand and massaging his balls with my right hand. The gentle moaning I hear tells me that my technique is doing the trick; not much longer now. As I continue to suck and tug on this bastard's pole his breathing gets heavy and he suddenly grabs the back of my head and begins to fuck my face hard and fast. I can hardly breath. I am chocking as he forces his ten inches too far down my throat. His vice-like grip holds me in my painful position as he uses my face for his pleasure. Just as I convince myself that I am going to pass out he groans slightly louder and stops his pounding as his first jet of hot, sticky, salty cum shoots down my throat. My stomach convulses and I feel vomit rising up through my body. But with a mouth and throat full of cock I have no choice but to swallow it back down along with the nasty white stuff. String after string after string of cum shoots down my throat. How much cum can one man produce? He eventually lets go of my head once he is completely spent. I continue to gag for a few seconds as I try and control my nausea. He starts talking to me as he pulls his trousers up. "Get me a coffee Bella. We have work to do." I pull myself together the best I can and hurry out of his office. I keep my head down so that no one can see my tear stained face with makeup smeared horribly. I rush as fast as I can to the toilets without drawing attention myself. As soon as I enter the cubicle I drop to my knees and throw up repeatedly in the toilet bowl. Once my body is thoroughly empty I sit on the toilet and cry. I ask myself over and over again...how can I have got myself into this situation? It is so unlike me that it just does not feel right. I know that something is not right; I can feel it in my bones. My problem is that all the evidence suggests that I did act like a complete slut on Friday. None of it makes sense to me. ---------- Once I had got myself together and had control of my emotions I left the toilets and got Dale his coffee. For the rest of the day he worked hard and I have to admit that, even though I hated that abuser with all of my heart, he was very impressive professionally. By five o'clock I am surprised and more that a little relieved that there had been no further abuse. I am preparing myself to go home and try to act normal for my Andy when Dale calls me into his office. "Ah Bella. There you are. I just want to say that I have enjoyed working with you today. You are every bit as good as Andy says you are." Is this guy for real? He is acting like nothing has happened. What a fucker. I just stare at him silently. "Anyway, I know you were looking forward to seeing Andy tonight." My heart sinks. "But I have a dinner meeting with the Laton brothers at nine tonight. So I need you to book us two rooms and dinner for four at the Belmont hotel." I feel sick again. I am obviously in for a night of horrendous sexual abuse. His next comment confirms it. "Of course you won't actually be using your room but we do have to keep up appearances for dear Andy don't we?" He had his obscene smirk back on his face. I was just about to leave his office to get my overnight bag when he said, "You've seen what I have got. If I were you I would pop out and get yourself some lube. You are going to need it tonight." The bile was rising in me again. ---------- Thirty minutes later we pull onto the highway; about to make the two hour drive to the Belmont hotel. We sit in awkward silence for about ten minutes before Dale speaks. "You know. This is going to be a long boring journey. How about we do something to make it a bit more interesting?" I have been dreading this. I just know he is going to make me suck his cock whilst he drives. But I am wrong; at least for now. "Well? Shall we?" Abuse and Revenge "Just tell me what I have to do," I snapped at him. "I told you before Bella. You do not have to do anything. You always have a choice. Do as I say or let me destroy your marriage and your company. It is always up to you." "Just tell me what you want me to do then." "Well I would have hoped for a bit more enthusiasm but that will do." He pauses as if deciding what he would have me do. "I know what will be fun," he eventually says. "What?" I am filled with dread. "Take all of your top clothes off." This is not what I expected. I instantly flush. So many people will see me. Oh my God! He is going to put me through even more hell. "Go on. Get topless. You can throw your clothes on the back seat." He is smiling widely, the bastard is enjoying every second of my humiliation. I feel tears welling up in my eyes as I first remove my blouse and then unclasp my bra. I hold it in place for a moment; one final moment of dignity. I throw it in the backseat and sit there with my arms folded over my boobs. Dale smiles at me. "There is no point being topless if we can't see your tits is there?" I drop my arms to my side and stare directly ahead. I can feel that my face is bright red with embarrassment. "Mmmm, very nice. You have great tits Bella." I ignore his comments. What I can't ignore is the beeping of the horn of the car full of boys that is driving right next to us. I am mortified. My breasts are exposed to five young strangers; they must be nineteen or so. They are shouting comments at me. "Don't ignore them Bella. Open your window and jiggle them about a bit." "What? You have got to be kidding." I know he is not. Dale does not say a word, he just raises his eyebrows; telling me...you know what you have to do. I am shaking as I press the button to lower my window. The boys are shouting obscene suggestions at me; informing me about exactly what they want to do to me. Reluctantly I release my seatbelt and kneel on my seat so that I can hang my tits out of the window and shake them at the youths. They cheer. After a couple of excruciatingly embarrassing minutes Dale says, "You can sit down now Bella. Leave the window open though, the cool breeze is making your nipples stick out like bullets." I sit back down and the boys race off. It makes me sick to know they all have photos of my tits on their phones; no doubt they will be jerking off to me later. For the next hour Dale makes me flash my tits at every truck and car we pass. My embarrassment has waned but I feel utterly humiliated. However, despite the humiliation, the act of exposing myself to so many strangers is having a bit of an effect on me. My womanhood is getting a bit damp. I am not turned on as such but there is a certain excitement and liberation to be had by exposing yourself. I am confused by this given my current predicament. Then suddenly, out of the blue, Dale instructs me to, "Take the rest of your clothes off." Oh God no! The colour runs from my face but I know I have no choice. I slip off my skirt and panties and throw them in the back of the car. "Open your legs." I obey and the feel of the breeze on my damp pussy sends a little tingle through my body; enhanced by feeling more exposed, more naked than I have ever felt before. Dale glances down at me and breaks out into a huge smile. "Well well, what do we have here? Are you actually getting turned on by this." He reaches over and plunges a finger right into me. He fingers my clit as he moves his digit in and out of my damp pussy. Despite myself and the hatred I feel for this monster my body cannot help but react to his touch in my heightened state of sensitivity brought on by my exposure. I get wetter by the second as his fingers do their work. I am trying to fight it but I know that he will make me cum if he continues for much longer. I hate myself for my body reacting like this. The sound of a large lorry's horn almost sends me over the edge as I see the driver staring at my naked body whilst Dale's fingers are masturbating me vigorously. How can my body be reacting in this way? Am I really getting into it or is it just an uncontrollable physiological reaction. I try to convince myself it is the latter but fail as I am finally forced into a powerful orgasm. My hips start convulsing and I let out a moan as the blissful tingling works its way throughout my entire body. Once I come down Dale removes his fingers and I just slump naked in the seat. I am utterly ashamed to have had an orgasm at the hands of my abuser. I really do hate that fucker but boy, did that orgasm hit the spot? In my heightened state of sexuality my mind even begins to wander back to his huge cock; a thing like that could make a girl feel really good right about now. As soon as I realise what I am doing I give myself a mental shake and go back to my state of pure loathing. It was definitely just an uncontrollable physiological reaction. I am sure. ---------- Just as we are about to pull off the highway as we get close to the hotel Dale starts to give me instructions. "You can put your blouse back on. Just your blouse though and a belt. Let's make it look like a slutty little dress." I am beginning to flush again. The next round of humiliation is going to be worse than the last as I will be properly interacting with other people. "You should look like a proper high class whore in your high heels, no panties, no bra and a tiny dress that barely covers your ass." My thoughts exactly! I am horrified but resigned. The Belmont is a very posh, very expensive, very respectable place. I am going to stick out like Julia Roberts in a Pretty Woman. I am glad to at least cover myself up a bit as I put my blouse on. I can still feel the leather seat on my ass but I know that it will be just covered when I stand up; just. As I look down at myself I am all too painfully aware that whilst my blouse is not exactly translucent it is thin enough that you can clearly see a darkening where my nipples are and so it will be clear to all who see me that I have no underwear on. As horrific as this thought is it does cause a slight tingle in between my legs in my post orgasmic state. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why the hell am I being turned on (even just a little bit) by the thought of looking like a common whore in the very upper class Belmont? Almost as if he was reading my mind Dale says, "Well I am not sure about high class. Any high class whores that I have encountered dress much more classy than you are right now. You look more like a...like a what?...Ah yes, I know. Like a common slutty fuck toy. Which is exactly what you are tonight." He chuckles to himself; I just stare out of the window. Ten minutes later we pull up to the entrance of the Belmont. I try to very carefully get out of the car as the valet holds open the door, but I know he is getting a glimpse of ass and I would not be surprised if he is getting a quick flash of pussy. He cannot take his eyes off me; he does not want to miss a thing. My face is flushed with embarrassment but I can feel my pussy dampen. The damp feeling makes my mind wander to what I am sure Dale has in store for me next. He is bound to force me to have sex with him. Much to my shame the thought of his huge cock being forced into my wet vagina makes me even wetter. There is no doubt that I hate this abuser and I want him dead but the things he has had me do (especially cumming hard whilst he fingered me whilst a trucker watched) on the trip here have forced me into a highly sexually sensitive state. I know he is going to make me cum again. The fact that he will take it as affirmation of his actions makes me sick but I still cannot help looking forward to what I know is going to be a super intense orgasm. God, I am pissed off at myself. How the fuck has this happened? As we walk up the steps to the Belmont's door Dale puts an arm around me. This makes the back of my blouse rise up a little bit; just enough for the base of my butt cheeks to peak out. I take a quick look back at the valet. His eyes are fixed on my ass. From that position below us he is bound to be able to see a bit of pussy too as I walk. I am surprised by my lack of embarrassment. I beginning to get less surprised by the fact that a complete stranger staring at my most private areas is making me wet. I flash him a smile and he suddenly realises what he has been doing and he scurries away embarrassed and parks our car. My mood darkens as soon as we enter the lobby. It is packed with people. That is not my problem. The issue I have is that they all look professional, elegant and above all conservative. I stick out like a sore thumb and most people are staring at me but there are no lusting looks here. Almost without exception everyone is giving me disapproving looks. I want to shout to them, "This man here is my abuser. He is making me dress like this. I am just like you. Really I am." But I know a cannot. They all think I am a whore being paid by the hour to service the businessman I am with; lowering the tone of this high class establishment. I lower my head and stare at my feet as we make our way to the reception desk. Dales starts to check in. The receptionist looks at me with disgust and then addresses Dale. "Excuse me sir. I do not want to be inappropriate but you are aware of our policy regarding 'working' in the hotel aren't you?" He stared at me as he said the word 'working' to make it obvious what he meant. Dale just laughs. "Hey, don't worry about it. She is not a prostitute." The receptionist looks skeptical. "Yeah I know she looks like a common street walker." I am getting redder by the second. "I keep on telling her to dress more professionally but she refuses. What am I going to do? Look we have separate rooms; she is my PA and we are just here to meet with the Laton brothers. I promise she will be dressed more in keeping with this fine hotel when we come down for our dinner meeting." The mention of the Laton brothers seems to calm him down. They are very rich and this is their favourite hotel. "Sorry sir. I did not mean any offence." "None taken." ---------- We enter the elevator and we are the only two in. Dale immediately puts a hand between my legs and feels my pussy with his fingers. "Mmm. Still wet. You truly are a slut aren't you?" I ignore him. He removes his fingers from my labia just before the doors open. He leads me to his room. As soon as the door closes behind us he rips my blouse off. What the fuck? That cost me a fortune. I am naked except for my stilettos and a tiny belt. I really must look like a cheap fuck toy; not the look I usually aim for. Without a word he roughly pushes me over the side of the bed so that my face is buried in the duvet but my feet are still on the floor. He pushes my legs apart so that my ass and pussy are exposed to him. I hear him remove his trousers and then without warning he thrusts his entire ten inches into my pussy. It is painful but manageable in my semi wet state. Oh God it makes me feel so full and so very violated. Within a few thrusts I cannot stop myself from cumming very hard. My pussy is on fire and my whole body is shaking as his continuing powerful thrusts make my orgasm stronger and stronger. I instinctively moan loudly to release some pressure. I cannot stop myself thinking, "This bastard may be abusing me but he sure can fuck." He continues to pound me. He is so big that he cannot miss the sweet spot every thrust. I finally come down from the orgasm but I know the next will not be far away. Sure enough, a couple of minutes later I am cumming again; just as hard as last time. I can literally feel my juices flowing over his cock as my body shakes violently. I think I may have even squirted a little. If this carries on much longer I think I will pass out. Dale continues his onslaught. He is stretching me further than I have ever been stretched before; filling me deeper than I have ever been filled before. I am about to cum for a third time when I hear Dale grunt and suddenly slow his pace as he shoots his first string of cum straight into my womb. After that first blast he starts pounding again and I cum loudly as he fills me with his seed. You cannot help but be impressed by just how much juice this man can produce. When he is finished he pulls out and slaps my ass hard. I let out an involuntary scream at the instant pain. "Fuck! That was good Bella. You obviously loved it. You came three times." I try to ignore him. Despite the obvious sexual gratification I did hate this fucker. He forced me to fuck him; I cannot help it if my body reacts to his huge pole. "Right, you had better get dressed. Don't get washed up though." "What?" What the fuck does he mean? I smell of sex, I am full of his cum and we are going to meet two very important clients. "I want you to feel my cum oozing out of your sweet pussy all night. And the Laton brothers have quite the reputation. They love beautiful women. So they are going to love you even more if you are beautiful and you smell of sex." I resign myself to humiliation. It is obviously not going to stop until Dale has finished working with us. Only thirteen days to go. God, that feels like a long time right now. ---------- As we walk into the bar to meet our clients I can feel Dale's cum thoroughly soaking my panties. I just know it is going to start dripping down my thighs. And I can smell it too. I am so fucking self-conscious. Dale leads me to the bar and I sit on a high stool. I cross my legs so as to prevent any upskirt view. I take a few moments to admire the lush surroundings as Dale orders drinks; some exceptionally expensive white wine. This place really is amazing. It is certainly old fashioned with its chandeliers and wall-to-wall pieces of art but it is not stuffy. There is a cool vibrancy about this place. Dale instructs me to find a table as the waiter begins to pour our drinks. As I walk across the room to a free table in a perfect spot in the window I glance back and see Dale quickly stuffing something into his jacket pocket. He looks unusually shifty but I think nothing of it as I see him pick up the drinks and make the waiter laugh at some lame joke. The view from the table I chose is amazing. It is overlooking the magnificent gardens and the lake at the end; idyllic. In different circumstances I would be planning to bring Andy here. But I know I will never come here again if I can avoid it; I could never spend happy time with Andy at the location of my violation. I am about half way through my glass of wine and am feeling oddly woozy when the Laton brothers turn up. They are both small, quite ugly men in their late fifties. However, their suits are obviously extremely expensive. These guys are super rich; their fortune extends to many hundreds of millions. I get the feeling that Dale was right as neither of them can take their eyes off my legs and cleavage. I can see Dale smiling at their leering. After exchanging greetings and air kisses we settle down to drinks and small talk; business talk will come at dinner. I can feel myself getting increasingly woozy, slow and unresponsive as the minutes pass. I do not understand it. My strength of character enables me to function in the conversation (which is pretty easy when the brothers only really seem interested in my womanly assets and not what I have to say.) However, I feel drunk even though I have not even finished one glass of wine. What the hell is wrong with me? With all the functions that me and Andy host and attend I have developed quite a tolerance to alcohol; this is weird. Suddenly I notice that the conversation has stopped and both brothers are staring at my legs. What is going on? I instinctively glance down and with horror realise that I have let my legs uncross and part a little without even knowing it. Both brothers will have a clear view of my panties and I know that the dark red silk will show up Dale's wet cum patches. Of course the brothers will just think I am wet. I quickly cross my legs and the two brothers smirk disgustingly at Dale, who smiles and raises his eyebrows in response. Seconds later the waiter comes over and leads us to our table in the equally impressive restaurant. The next two hours becomes a bit of a blur. I am vaguely aware of food, wine and business conversation going on around me. I just cannot shake off this drunk feeling. I cannot join in with the conversation; although by the jovial sounds coming from the brothers I guess that Dale does not need my contribution. As the boys sip their after dinner drinks I am vaguely aware that they are all looking at me and talking about me. The words "Tonight's entertainment," and "She had no limits," cause my fuddled mind to register some concern but I cannot seem to formulate a coherent thought that will allow me to object. The last thing I can remember is being led to the elevator. ---------- I slowly begin to wake up. My head still feels a bit groggy but I am instantly alert and on edge. I can hear Dale and the Laton brothers chatting happily. "Well, Dale son, that was some night. That girl is some slut. Are you sure she is Andy Fuller's wife." "Absolutely certain. She is very motivated to ensure the success of Andy's company. She will literally do anything." "Man, she sure is a dirty fuck. That cute ass of her's was as tight as fuck. I am just glad we got to fuck it before you stuck that thing in it." They all laugh. I am horrified at the conversation. I was obviously used as a fuck toy last night by all three men. I feel sick and my whole body aches but especially my violated ass. I cannot remember any of it. How can that be? I drank hardly anything last night. Why was I so wasted. I know that even if I was blind drunk that I would not have agreed to a threesome with these three strangers. It is just not me. The conversation continues, "I must say I am impressed with your stamina boys. You showed me up. Just how many times did you fuck her." That was Dale playing to the brothers' sexual egos. "Shit. I think I lost count. Must have been at least three times in her cunt and two in her ass." "Yeah. Sounds about right for me two." Oh my God! No wander my whole body aches if they used me that much. I feel fucking angry. The anger sharpens my senses. My mind drifts back to the bar last night. What was Dale doing when I saw him stuffing something into his jacket pocket? After a few seconds it dawned on me. I bet he drugged me. That would explain everything. It would explain why I was so out of it last night and why I could not remember all of the sexual abuse. It would also explain Friday night. I wasn't a slut; I was drugged and then conned into believing I had done it voluntarily. That fucking twat; I want to kill him. However, with all three if them still in the room I have no choice but to stay in my naked, cum covered, fully exposed position pretending to he passed out. Finally I heard Dale suggest, "So gents. Why don't we go downstairs and sign the paperwork over breakfast." "Excellent idea son. I have built up quite an appetite." They all laughed as they exited the room. I know I have to act fast. I jump out of bed and start to search Dale's jacket pockets; nothing. Damn! The evidence must be here somewhere. I frantically check through all of his luggage. I am getting desperate. There must be some evidence here somewhere; there must be some proof that I am not a complete cheating slut. Finally I come across a small locked metal box hidden in a little compartment in his fancy overnight case. I look in vain for a key. I know I am running out of time. I have no choice but to force the lock with my nail file. It springs open and there, right before my eyes, are five full and one empty phials of a well known date rape drug. That fucking bastard. Abuse and Revenge I am scared now. I know my marriage is safe; Andy will understand. Hell, Andy will want to kill this fucker. However, I know that Dale could still destroy the company's reputation and if he finds out I am on to him he might hurt me. I know what to do. My organised brain comes to my rescue again. I quickly call Andy. This will be a difficult but necessary conversation. He listens patiently as I explain the whole scenario. When I have finished I plead, "Andy, you know I had no choice don't you? You do believe me don't you?" Andy's voice trembles with intense anger as he answers me. "Of course I believe you dear. I cannot believe what has happened to you my sweet, sweet Bella. I want to kill that motherfucker." "Listen Andy. I know you are angry and I feel the same but we need to be careful. He can still destroy our company." "I don't give a fuck about the company. I just want to kill him. I am coming there now." I raise my voice. "Andy. No. Listen to me. I cannot have this man winning in any way. I want him well and truly fucked up but I do not want him to take our business away from us. "This is what we need to do. I will go back to bed and pretend to still he passed out. I just hope he doesn't touch me again when he gets back from breakfast. "You need to get in touch with Chuck. He needs to get someone over here fast to grab Dale, take him somewhere quiet and fuck him up bad. Real bad. They must let him go after and leave him in no doubt that we are watching and if there is ever any hint of this getting out then he is a dead man. Do you think Chuck will do that for us?" "I, err, I don't know. We have never done anything like this before." "We have never been in a situation like this before. You know that Chuck knows a lot of nasty characters. And you know he loves us. Tell him what has happened and he won't hesitate to help. Just be quick." ---------- I am terrified right now. I cannot leave without Dale knowing I am on to him and risking everything Andy has worked so hard to create. The trouble is that it will be at least ninety minutes before help arrives and I just know that Dale will be back before then. My body is beginning to shake with fear. I am trying hard to control myself as I put everything back as it was before Dale and the Laton brothers left for breakfast. The little box won't lock after I broke into it. Oh God, what am I going to do? He will know for sure if he sees it. Suddenly I have a brainwave. I go to the waste basket and retrieve a slightly hairy piece of well chewed gum that Dale had been chewing at some point; disgusting. I pull off a piece and force it into the lock; it is just sticky enough to hold the lock together. It would not pass a close inspection but it will do for now. Finally finished I get back onto the bed and resume the very exposed position I had when they left the room. I just hope the breakfast meeting takes a long time. I fear for my life as well as being scared that he will abuse me again. As the time passes my apprehension increases; it becomes a mixture of hope that help will arrive before Dale does and fear that it won't. After about an hour and a quarter fear wins out; I almost jump out if my skin as I hear Dale open the door and enter the room. I feel like I am shaking uncontrollably with fear; I hope he cannot see that. I have to use all of my strength to stop myself from covering myself up. I can't stand him seeing me so exposed. I hear him drop the contract, that he has no doubt just got singed by the brothers, on the desk. Now I can hear him approach the bed. Oh fuck! Please get here quickly Chuck. I almost jump out of my skin again as Dale starts to talk to himself. "Fuck, this slut really does look good enough to eat." My fear is rising; it is almost unbearable now. Can I keep control or should I just confront him and risk it all? I just about manage control. "I think I deserve one more go on that sweet ass." OH FUCK NO! My ass still hurts from the onslaught I cannot remember from last night. This is going to be torture. Dale is huge and I have not done anal very often in my life; certainly not with anyone very big. I feel a Dale climb on top of me and lift up my hips to get access. It takes a huge amount if self control to play dead. I brace myself for the worst. Fortunately, if you can call it that, my face is forced into a pillow because I let out a wimper (although I felt like screaming my lungs out) as I feel the worst pain I have ever experienced. Without lube or any kind of foreplay Dale rams his full ten inches all the way into my ass. The pain is intense. I can't stop my body from tensing in response to the unbelievably intense pain. Oh fuck, he is going to know I am awake. Fortunately he does not. Maybe such a reaction is normal even if you are drugged up. Maybe he is just in to his own sick gratification. He pumps hard and fast and violently. This is all about control and his own pleasure. I am merely a fuck toy to do with as he sees fit. Through the pain I can feel a warm wetness on my ass. That fucker has actually ripped my ass; I can feel blood trickling down between my cheeks and onto my thighs. As his onslaught continues I begin to think I am going to pass out with the pain. Maybe that would be better. Unfortunately my survival instinct prevents this. My torture continues for about ten minutes. Finally I hear him grunt and slow his pace as he squirts another of his loads into me. I can feel tears streaming down my face as he concludes his brutal rape. When he is finished he gets off me and just goes about his business of getting ready for the day as if all was normal in the world. What a sick fucker. I am praying that Chuck will arrive soon. ---------- I only have ten minutes to wait for my prayers to be answered. Both me and Dale jump out of our skins as the door flies open loudly. Three very big men rush in and grab Dale roughly. I cover myself up. Chuck really is a tall, muscle bound, tough looking guy and his two companions look equally scary. They are all ex-military mercenaries; shady characters that run a surprisingly professional and successful security firm. It was through this business that we met Chuck and, to my surprise, given their shady and violent past, a deep friendship has developed over the years "WHAT THE FUCK..." Dale starts before Chuck punches him hard in the mouth. Two teeth smash and fall to the floor as Dale spits out blood. The blow was brutal but did not quite knock him out. "Shut the fuck up rapist," Chuck orders. Another man walks into the room. He runs to me and hugs me tightly. "Oh my poor Bella. What has he done to you?" I just bury my head in Andy's shoulder and weep. Through my sobbing I hear Dale struggling to escape. I look up just in time to see Chuck stamp hard on Dale's knee. The loud crack of his leg breaking and Dale's screams are almost as sickening as seeing his leg bend the wrong way. I have to work hard not to throw up all over Andy. Chuck stuffs some material into Dale's mouth to shut him up. He is obviously on the verge of passing out as Andy releases me and stands in front of Dale. His voice is different to anything I have heard before; steely, angry, vicious. "Here's what's going to happen rapist. My friends here are going to take you somewhere quiet; somewhere nice and secluded. Then they are going to break your other leg and both of your arms. "You are going to keep this to yourself. We will be watching you. If ever any of this gets out then my friends here will pay you another visit; one you will not survive. Do I make myself clear?" Dale just stares with hatred and fear in his eyes. Andy moves forward and knees Dale hard in the balls. He groans with the intense pain I am told that only men can appreciate. "I said, do I make myself clear?" This time Dale nods. "Good. Now, before they let you go today my friends here will leave you a reminder of what happened here and the fact that we will be watching. They will tattoo the word rapist in nice big letters across your chest, your back, both of your legs and arms, your ass cheeks and along your cock. "You will never be able to get undressed in front of anyone again without them knowing exactly what you are. And if we ever hear of you trying to get any of your tattoos removed my friends will pay you a visit. "Take him away." Chuck and the boys drag Dale away. Andy hugs me tightly and we both sob into each other's shoulders. It is finally over; at least physically. ---------- Six months on and my life is almost back to normal. I have finally got myself to a position where me and Andy can make love; he has been very patient with me. I think I will be in therapy for the rest of my days; the mental scars will never fully heal. The deal done by Dale has proved extremely lucrative for our business. Especially as me, Andy and Chuck paid a visit to the Laton brothers to inform them that they had raped me (as if they did not already know) and what would happen if ever they used any other consultant. I am sure they will be reliable, overpaying clients for life. As for Dale. Well I have never seen him again and I don't intend to. I heard that he is not walking yet and doctors are not sure he will ever be able to walk without a stick again. He has unsurprisingly kept quiet. As far as everyone else is concerned they have no idea that anything untoward ever happened. That is just how I like it. I just need to live my life now. Make it wonderful again with my Andy by my side.