Gang Bang Girl
Gang Bang Girl…..
Seeing my freshly washed permanent press wadded up in a ball was the final straw. After years of pursuing him, pleasing him, trying to change for him, I realized, this was never going to last. For the past few months my husband had been elusive, passive-aggressive, ignored our 16th anniversary, and slept in the guest bedroom. In an effort to please him, I had been cooking every night and caught up all of the house work and laundry. The final load consisted of my professional work clothes. I must have nicely ironed and hung up 100 articles of his clothing, but when I come home from the grocery store, my clothing is snatched from the dryer and left tangled in a chair. Hopelessly wrinkled!
He walks in through the door without acknowledging me. “Oh honey!” I snarled, “I got your “Fuck You” when I got home, thanks! If you wanted a divorce, but were afraid to ask, I just want you to know that the answer is YES! You are a free man!” After more heated words, he ignores me and hides in his “man cave” in the basement and I go to the bedroom I’ve been sleeping in, alone. My kids are 12 and 14. I don’t want to rock their world. I’ll have to find a way to stay with him for six more years.
I heard about a “dating” site for cheating spouses on the radio. You create a profile and hook up with other married malcontents. It’s fun, anonymous, confidential, and safe. I checked it out for a little voyeuristic fun. After being faithful to one man my whole life, it felt deliciously naughty just to look. Guest profiles are free, so I put one together as though I were really going to do something, then marked it “hidden”. It existed, but no one else could view it. Just me. I could mark it “active” anytime so others could view my preferences, but never did. It’s like wearing slutty lingerie to work. I know it’s there and it gives me a dirty thrill, but no one else can see it. No harm, no foul. Innocent fun, right? My user name was from a song by The Sex Pistols. Appropriate and provocative…..
NRKNUK
“I like it BIG!!!”
Looking for a strong, dominant man to ride me hard and deep and pull my hair! I like it rough… I have a high pain threshold and love it when I’m abused! A big cock is a must. I also like muscles, body hair, thick calves and thighs, no skinny men! Are you man enough to handle me? I’m well-padded with enormous breasts. I am enthusiastic, soft, womanly, and have very few limitations. No marks or damage, scat, or animals. Anything else is game. I’ve only had one sexual partner, ever. Who wants to be 2nd?
A month later, I come across a message from a stranger in my e-mail.
Sex Pistols, huh?
Hi NRKNUK, I saw your add on the Affairs web-site and thought we might be compatible. I’m 10 inches long and really thick. Is that big enough for you? I’m in the military and travel to your town once a month. I teach combat training at the base nearby. I’m a body builder and need to work off some sexual frustration. I like the way you sound. Maybe we could help each other?
I knew I shouldn’t have answered it. Playing with fire, you know? I also noticed that his name was on the return address. That’s weird…. Shouldn’t the proxy server at Affairs have blocked that? Isn’t this supposed to be secret? I’ve never done this before. Maybe things don’t work the way I thought they should. I’m determined to ignore the message, but it consumes me. A muscular military officer with a 10 inch cock. It makes me cream just thinking about it. I measure my dildo. I thought it was really big, but it’s only about 7 inches long from balls to tip. I go to the local “dirty bookstore” and buy a 10 inch dick. I pay a little extra for the realistic, high-quality one. I might has well keep it and use it. I go home immediately and try it out. I lube it up and have sex with it. When I get really hot and it’s in as far as I can get it, I measure. Eight inches. Damn!
Hey Roger
Wow, you actually got the Sex Pistols reference. I didn’t think anyone would. How did you e-mail me anyway? I thought all correspondence was supposed to go through the web-site. I’ve been really hot thinking about you and your magnificent cock, so I got out my favorite toy and measured. I’m sad to say I can only take 8 inches. Too bad. You know, I can take a lot of damage, and like it. Maybe you can’t fit it all in, but you could try. Did you read my whole profile? You do know that I’m a little under five feet tall and 160 lbs. I’m overweight, but very voluptuous and curvy. My breasts are a 40DD and I am pretty in the face with long hair, vivid green eyes, and a great smile.
Still interested?
Misty
Intrigued by the idea, but not at all committed, I await his reply. While waiting, I insert my new toy and masturbate while thinking of how this could play out. It’s usually a couple of days between replies. He must not have easy access to a computer. I’m sure they monitor all that stuff on base. I think about him overpowering me, forcing me. The thought of a complete stranger putting his hands inside my cunt, maybe putting his huge cock in my virgin ass gives me the best orgasm I’ve had in a year! Ooooh, I wish he would reply quicker! A couple of days later, I get his reply.
Hey Misty,
My name is Vince. I’m using Roger’s e-mail so my wife doesn’t find out. Wow, it makes me so hard thinking of you measuring your twat with your toy. I jacked off thinking of you! You know, I’m really only 8 ½ inches when I don’t use my cock pump. We could work this out. I don’t mind your padding. What I care about is that you sound like you’re real. The opposite of my wife. She and I have done modeling in fitness magazines and stuff, but she rarely ever has sex with me. She only gives me hand jobs. She says I’m too big and it hurts. I’ve been so frustrated. It would be nice to have a real woman to work off some frustration with! You don’t have to be perfect, just into sex. You want it hard, huh? I can do that. I’ll fuck you hard from behind until you hear the slap of skin on skin and I come out the other side! I’ll pull your hair hard too. You know what? I’m not the only one that stays at the hotel every month. There are three other soldiers that come with me. We’ve been talking about getting a gang bang girl. Are you up for it? Can you take us all on?
Vince
Oh my fucking god! The thought of having four aggressive soldiers to gang bang with was so amazingly hot! But this is really getting out of hand. This is more than I can deal with. I’ve never been with another man. I may fantasize about being raped and doing a gang bang, but I can’t really do that. I was only feeding my fantasy. They don’t know who I am or where I live, or do they? The fact that the his e-mail was delivered directly to my private inbox disturbs me. His incoming messages had his name on them, Roger Baldwin. Oh crap! Does that mean that my message had my real name on them instead of my Affairs user name? Shit! Shit! Shit! He’s military! He must have used some homeland security system to get my personal information. Now I’m feeling scared, vulnerable.
It’s getting creepy…
To Roger,
After some reflection, I have just now realized that I have jumped into deeper waters than I can navigate. It has only recently occurred to me that you have never answered my question. How did you get my e-mail address and bypass the proxy server on Affairs.com? You must have used military intelligence. I’m really creeped out. You probably know all about me. I feel like I’m in dangerous territory. Please don’t contact me again. If this goes any further, I’ll feel compelled to turn you in to your commander. I’m sure he would be interested to know how your using military time and resources. I looked him up, John Dearborne, isn’t it?
To Vince,
You know, in my fantasy world, it may be fun to do a gang bang and get it on with four guys, but that is so far beyond what I’m willing to do. I’m afraid I’m going to pass. Please, no hard feelings, just more than I can handle.
Misty
I feel so relieved. Surely he’s lost interest now. Too much at stake. No more temptation, no more naughty e-mails and fantasies. I’ll keep close to my husband and forget that ever happened. No more playing with fire. I almost got burned. The next day, there is another message.
Re: It’s getting creepy….
Dear Misty,
Or should I call you Nikki! Nice THREAT! This is Roger. Vince may be a nice guy, but I’m NOT. You don’t want to fuck with me because I’m not nice at all. You know what? You aren’t going to the commander with this information. There is no way you are going to have a conversation with him about how you wanted to cheat on your husband and went to a PORN SITE. This would bring it all out in the open and expose you to your husband, wouldn’t it? You know, I’m just trying to be a nice guy and help out a friend, and look how you treat me. How far do you want to push me Nikki? Let’s see, maybe if you had finished your degree at MU you would have been smart enough not to go trolling thru PORN sites on the internet! You get my drift, sugar?
Roger
My hands shake as I read his message and I tremble all over. He knows my name. He must know where I live and all about my life. He knows who my husband is. Oh My God!!! What do I do? I can’t leave it like this. What will he do? I have to get myself out of this. I log into my account. I’m blocked out! Someone has changed my password! I’ve pissed off Roger and now he’s fucking with me. Oh, shit!
Play Nicer
Dear Roger,
Wow dude, way to prove me right! That is the very reason I felt afraid. I was not threatening you. What I am doing is saying “Hey, you are scaring me, please stop.” I don’t want to enter a pissing contest with you and yours. I’ve already stated that I am not qualified to swim in the deep end of the pool. My wishes lean heavily towards discretion and not upsetting the current balance. While this was not a threat, the information was given because you should never underestimate what someone is capable of when they are scared. Trust me, I have no wish to have a talk with anyone about this, but I would if I felt threatened. So tell me Roger, should I feel threatened or can we just drop the matter? I couldn’t log into my account. I had to change my password. Is that you?
Tell me the rules of this new game, and I’ll try to play it your way.
Nikki
Who should I tell? Who can help me? The answer is nobody. No one is going to have sympathy for an adulteress. I can’t tell anyone I know. They would be disgusted and possibly tell my husband. It doesn’t matter that I was just being a prick tease and wasn’t going to go thru with it. Telling anyone will ruin my life. I have to deal with this on my own. Is it over? Did I make nice, or is he still angry?
Re: Play Nicer
You want to know the rules, Nikki? You want me to play nicer, little miss secretary? Yeah, I know what you do and where you work and where you live and how many tickets you’ve had. Your entire life is right here in front of me. How are Hayley and Brice? You’ve just got the two kids, right? These are the rules. You play this game my way, and we don’t tell your husband or your boss. You break the rules, and I have access to your credit cards and bank accounts, your cell phone is already being tapped. I hold your life in my hands. Come to the Hilton Garden by Target this Friday night no later than 7:00pm. If you’re late, you won’t like it. Wear thigh high stockings and lingerie and be sure you look your best. We’ll be looking for you. We already know what you look like from your DMV photo. Great pic by the way.
Roger
I feel numb and hot at the same time. Is there a way out of this? No, there is not. If I turn him in, I’m exposed and he ruins me. He has access to my most personal information. Would he hurt my family? I don’t know. I must go. I tell my husband I’m training at the home office and won’t be back until sometime Saturday. This is normal and he believes me. I pack an overnight bag for sex. If something really bad happens, I hope nobody ever finds out what I’ve done. How can I feel so wet and excited at the same time I’m feeling so afraid, guilty and overwhelmed? I don’t know.
Time has passed quickly and I’m pulling up to the hotel. My hands are trembling and I’m feeling faint and nauseous. I haven’t been able to eat or sleep for two days. Despite this, I can feel that I am so wet, my lingerie thong is soaked and sticking to my newly shaved cunt. I feel removed from myself and distant. Like I’m watching someone else. I grab my purse and bag and get out of the car, looking around to see if anyone is watching me. Not knowing where I should go, I nervously head toward the main entrance. A tall man with short hair in casual dress steps out of a car nearby and approaches me. He is smiling and looks so harmless and friendly despite his tall stature. “Misty!” he exclaims, pulling me into a tight hug that cracks my back. “I’ve been waiting for you, I’m so glad to see you.” He takes my bag and holds my elbow in an iron-gripped parody of an escort. I’m not going anywhere. He leads me thru a side entrance and into the hotel. He knocks on a nearby door, twice quickly. The door opens into the dimly lit room and it begins.
There are three other men, all of them are muscled, tall, and naked. There are two king-sized beds in a suite. The bedside tables are covered in pizza boxes, empty MGD bottles and a half of a fifth of Jack Daniels is open. A single reading lamp is lit, the drapes are drawn, and they are lounging on the beds watching porn and stroking themselves. As a pack, their attention shifts from the sodomy on the screen to me and my escort. The man that brought me in takes off my coat, with a flourish, to expose my corset and stockings underneath. Just as he had requested. He put his hand down my partially exposed front and squeezes my breast, hard. Having the hot, large hand of a stranger touch my breast rips away my numbness and apathy. A wave of terror sweeps over me and my knees start to buckle. He pulls me to him from around my waist and sits me on the nearest bed next to a man with the biggest penis I have ever seen. This must be Vince.
I can’t help but stare at his huge erection and feel excitement and terror. This can’t be real. This can’t be happening. “Hey Nikki, nice to finally meet you. I hope this is big enough for you.” He takes my hand off the bedspread and guides it to his crank. Holding his huge, manly hand over my small feminine one, stroking his erection for both of us. The action on the other bed increases and the other two men stroke faster. One of them looks me over and says, “I thought you said she was fat. Well you know, ‘The deeper the cushion, the sweeter the pushin’!’ She looks plump and sassy to me. Just the way I like ’em! She looks hungry though. Baby, you feeling hungry? Maybe I should feed you some of this!” Vince still has his hand over mine and continues his rhythm, while the man from the other bed joins us. I start shaking involuntarily. His smile merely gets wider. “Getting scared little girl? Maybe this will teach you not to play with fire!”
He grabs a hank of my hair and yanks hard. I feel my eyes tear up and wonder how much he pulled out. “You like this, bitch? Is this what gets you off?” He wraps my hair around his hand bringing me closer to him, shoving my face into his crotch. I can smell the musk of his arousal. “Suck it, whore.” He whispers to me. “But be careful with your teeth. Every time your teeth come into contact with my penis, I’m giving you a hard swat. Do you understand, whore?” I try to shake me head yes and start to sob. This is unbelievable. He pulls my head back so fast and sharp I feel my neck pop. “Yes! Yes! I hear you!”, I cry and he brings me back down so I can suck him off.
He is a good size, but not as big as Vince. I carefully place him in my mouth, so I don’t rub him with my teeth. My position is awkward because I’m still stroking Vince. I move onto my knees, supporting myself with my free right hand, vigorously moving up and down on his cock. His pre-cum tastes different than my husband’s, sweeter. Apparently, I messed up because I felt an explosion of raw pain as he slapped my nearly bare, dimpled ass, hard. I arched my back trying to get away and got him again. Another slap sounded, but this time I stayed still. The tears running down my face are increasing because my make up is melting and burning my eyes. This seems to turn him on more as he uses the hair he has rolled around his fist as a handle and forces me down hard onto his cock. I have to adjust my posture and my breathing is cut off as he shoves himself down my throat. I feel panicked and fight, because I can’t breath and it hurts as he beats a rhythm inside my throat. He’s in so far I can’t even gag. I hear him groan and swear loudly as he ejaculates. I can’t swallow because he is in too far, so his cum is forced, burning, out of my nose and I choke. I hear the others laugh as my vision dims and I start to see stars.
He removes himself from my mouth as I am laid on my side, still choking on his spunk and gasping for air. Someone hands me a towel. It is small and white with an big “H” on it. Classy. I wipe his wetness off of my face and see the black marks left from my mascara. I lean back and close my eyes to catch my breath. Someone is stroking my hair away from my face. This small act of kindness seems so unexpected and absurd that I start to cry again.
The man from the parking lot has stripped off his clothing, but his smile isn’t nice anymore. It looks like a mean, unpleasant smirk. He slaps me hard enough to leave an imprint on the side of my face. “Snap out of it Nikki. Don might like to hear you weep, but it just annoys the fuck out of me. Be quiet little whore! Guess who I am?” He says nastily as he continues to smirk at me. I venture a guess, “Roger?” “You got that right. You’re not as dumb as I thought. Are you going to be quiet, or do you need another lesson?”, he asks. I try appealing to his better nature. “Please don’t hit me again. Haven’t I done enough? Can I please go? Please let me go!”, I beg. “You haven’t completed your end of our bargain yet, Nikki. Hey Brett, hand me that camera. Look Nikki!”, he gloats as he shoves a small camera in my face, “You’re a movie star, sweetheart! If you don’t do everything we tell you, we’re sending this straight to your husband and your boss. Maybe your parents too. Do you think your daddy would get off watching his little girl in a gang bang? I’ll bet he would grow hard and wish he could join us. What do you think?”
Roger hands the camera back and forces me onto my stomach. He forces a finger into my anus and moves it around. I have never had anything go into my ass, only out. It hurts. I struggle to get away from this violation. This is more than I can handle. I kick back with my platform heels and try to crawl away. My rebellion is laughable. I’m in the presence of four trained soldiers, killers. I start to lose it and scream. They move in as a unit to neutralize this threat. A hard hand is place over my mouth and a knee is holding me down in the middle of my back. I feel my panties being ripped off, while someone else is removing my heels and thigh highs. My panties are shoved into my mouth, while one of my stockings is tied around my lower face. Someone else has yanked my arms behind my back and secured my wrists with the other stocking. Impossible as it seems, now I’m even more helpless. At just under five feet tall, all four men have at least a foot of height on me and are far stronger.
Feeling despair and hopelessness, I give up. I close my eyes, go limp and stop fighting. I realize I still have tears raining down my cheeks. I’m sure I look terrible, but it doesn’t matter. Someone shoves my knees up under my body, elevating my rear end. I keep my eyes closed, I don’t want to see what happens. I feel a finger coming inside my rectum again, but this time there is lubricant on it. It feels a lot better. He slips a second finger inside and stretches the opening and it hurts again, but strangely, feels a little nice too. I open my eyes and realize that I’m the only one left on the bed. The others are all standing around me. Everything is sideways or upside down from my position on the bed and I see three pairs of legs and three hard-ons. I’m helpless to move without my hands. I push off with one of my legs and roll onto my back.
Now I can see all of them, but I’m very uncomfortable laying on my hands. Vince, the one with the enormous prick, smiles and knees my legs apart. I can’t fight him. I look down at his cock as my heart pounds inside my chest. That thing is never going to fit and this isn’t fun like my fantasies at all. I watch helplessly as he guides his 10 inches into my opening. “I guess he used a pump!”, I thought wildly as he starts to fill me. He is thick as well as long. It doesn’t slide in easily. He strokes in and out lightly, his pre-cum moistening my pussy lips. He edges in deeper. He is wider than the dildo I bought. I’m afraid he’s going to split me. He is positioned partially inside me then tilts forward, hard, shoving most of him inside me. I arch and jerk, but can do no more because of the restraints. I groan into my gag and throw my head back, closing my eyes again.
I feel him stroking in and out as he starts to massage my clit. Unbelievably, I respond. I feel myself getting warmer and wetter and I feel him going even deeper. It’s hurting less and starting to feel really good. I open my legs wider as he surges forward, bottoming out inside me and it feels amazing. He locks his hands around my waist and rolls me on top of him. This feels so much better, as my hands and arms are numbed and losing sensation. I struggle to get upright, but am forced to lay on him, my corseted breasts smashed into his hairy chest. I can’t see who, but someone behind me is undoing the hooks on my corset. The freedom is welcome and I can breath easier. The undergarment is completely removed, leaving me totally naked and vulnerable. I can feel Vince’s chest hair teasing my nipples as he resumes stroking into me. My cheek is laid on his shoulder and he feels firm and warm.
He looks over my shoulder and nods at someone behind me. A greased cock probes an my backside. I try to resist again, but am helpless. I tense and squeeze my butt cheeks together, trying to deny entry. Vince starts to massage my shoulders and says, “Relax, honey. It’ll feel better if you do. Concentrate on how good this feels.” I try to do as he says and feel the tip of a wet penis glide up and down, massaging my ass crack. It starts to penetrate, and I whimper into my gag, trying not to tense up again. Jesus, the pain is unreal! I can’t get away! I squeeze my eyes tight and try to think of something else. That is so hard to do with a huge dick inside me and another forcing it’s way in! With an unexpected force after the initial explorations, it burns it’s way deep inside my asshole. I didn’t think I had any tears left, but I feel them running down my face. It’s getting hard to breathe through the tears. I am light-headed.
Vince resumes stroking in and out under me, coordinating his rhythm with whoever’s behind me. I stay as still as I can, hoping I’m not ripped open. After the first assault from behind, I realize I can feel both cocks inside me, rubbing against each other through that thin partition inside my body. The men seem to really get off on this and work together to keep that perfect rhythm. The pain is still there, but every time Vince strokes into me, his body rubs against my clit. I am so aroused and turned on. Something about the position of the stranger behind me rubs a spot inside my body that I never even knew existed and it feels so good. Pain and pleasure mingle and fight for dominance as they increase their speed. The friction builds and brings me to orgasm against my will. I scream my release into the satin and silk filling my mouth as I raise my upper body on and off of Vince’s chest, rubbing my breasts against him. He grabs my huge tits and support me with them as he comes inside, driving himself deeper. I feel his sperm, hot and wet, filling me. To my surprise, he is able to bury all 10 inches inside as his body shudders and presses into my groin.
The penis behind me shoves inside hard and deep and is pulled out so slowly. I can feel every inch leave my body. I can’t believe that it all fit. The relief at having that hard cock out of my ass is brief. I’m jerked off of Vince’s body and flipped onto my back. It’s Roger. I should have known. My arms and hands protest and ache at the abuse. Roger shoves his cock into my face and sneers, “Suck it off you dirty cunt! Can you smell your own shit? Taste it!” and forces his organ into my mouth and down my throat. I am feeling so exhausted I don’t even try to resist. Really, there is hardly any taste at all besides the lubricant, which is rather fruity. I try my best to participate, but it is so hard with my arms twisted behind and under me. He pulls out of my mouth and slaps me again. I barely react this time. I just close my eyes and lay my head to the side. He moves away and finishes by masturbating and ejaculating into my face, asking me to open my mouth.
I continue to stay quiet and limp with my eyes closed. I feel someone removing my gag and restraints, but don’t have the energy to open my eyes. I’m beyond caring. I start to drift into unconsciousness or sleep, where it is warmer and safer when cold water is poured onto my face. I open my eyes, sputtering. “Hey Jenny girl, you’ve got one more.”, crooned the one named Brett. The one with the camera. He turns around, camera still in hand. “Hey fellas! Who’s gonna film me?”, he yells and tosses the recorder to Don. “You do it. You got to go first anyway. Be sure and get my good side.”, he jokes and looks down at me. I’m no longer restrained, but the fight in me is gone. I’ve been fucked hard and violated in every hole by three men while they filmed it. He mounts me, bringing my legs up over his shoulders and rides me hard. I stay boneless and don’t resist. This makes him unhappy. He curses me and slaps my face and breasts lightly, hoping for more response. When none is forthcoming, he pulls out and straddles my ribcage. Putting his large, fat chubby between my breasts, he squeezes my tits hard around his prick and fucks me while spitting on my chest for lubrication. He whoops when he comes, screaming, “Oh my god!” and gives me a generous pearl necklace as exhaustion takes over and I finally pass into oblivion.
When I wake up, it is late morning and I am alone. The beer bottles and an empty fifth of Jack are all that is left of the four men. As I climb off the bed, I realize that I am shaking and have to sit for a while. I’m sore everywhere and there is some blood on the sheets. I look between my legs and see more blood. I realize that I have been torn, but not badly. I take a shower, scrubbing hard to remove the filth and abuse from the previous night. I smell of old sex, cologne and stale sweat. I get dressed, grab my bag and purse and leave. I feel like I’ve been in an accident, but despite the trauma, I try not to admit, not even to myself, that part of me enjoyed it.
Dear Readers,
Thank you for reading my story. Much of it is true, but not all. In fact, the true story isn’t over yet. I’ll let you sort fact from fiction. I encourage you to leave comments and feedback, negative or positive.
Nikki