Poor Bob Tucker, laying spread-eagled, unknowingly, on his own bed. Incapable of movement, sight or sound except at the whims of his captors. There were several of them, he deduced, from the hands he felt on his abused body. At least two were women, Rosa and someone else. Someone who had no qualms about roughing him up, using him at her will. But who and why remained unanswered. He tried to concentrate on his surroundings but with very limited senses, this was almost impossible.
Now his head was being held as he felt the ball gag being removed. His jaws were almost locked open and his facial muscles ached from the unnatural force of the gag. Water was slowly being dripped into his mouth, gratefully his tongue lapped at the welcome moisture as he rolled it around his mouth before swallowing it. It had been many hours since he had anything to drink and these meager drops, while very welcome, were hardly satisfying. The thought of sitting up right now and holding a glass of water in his unbound hands seemed so far away from his current reality that he almost cried at the thought. Where was Bob Tucker, master of his own universe?
Once again he felt movement on the bed. He wanted to speak, ask, question, but all that came out were groans. Now the ear plugs were being removed. He could hear again but was met with silence, almost no background noise, nothing, no clues to help him figure out his whereabouts. Being rolled over, two hands were on the small of his back, one massaging down the crack of his ass and distracting him from thinking what the other was doing. The other hand held a permanent marker and the word "SLUT" was being penned across his back with an arrow pointing to his asshole. All he cared about right now was that there was no butt plug about to be shoved up his ass. The pen was flipped onto the bed, making no sound, and that hand was now, too, between his cheeks. He felt a small finger encircling his abused hole as he involuntarily clenched his sphincter. He was involuntarily being rolled onto his backside and propped up again.
Now more water found its way into his mouth, momentarily distracting his thoughts. It was bizarre how something as simple as water had a profound way to take over his thoughts. It was as if he was only capable of one thought at a time and that was survival. Susie was very carefully administering the water as Rosa and Jana left the room. Jana had told Susie that if Tucker spoke, do not answer him or make any unnecessary sounds. Rosa was finally shown what Jana had taken out of her bag. A strap-on harness with a six inch dildo, very lifelike in shape and texture to a man's cock. Jana quickly strapped it on and knocked on a door simulating someone else entering the captive's lair. She opened and shut the door and together with Rosa made sounds as if there were many people out in the hall.
Suppressing outright laughter, the two women reentered the bedroom. Susie turned her head, gasped, and almost spilled the remaining water all over. Retrieving the lube before climbing back onto the bed, Jana roughly flipped him over again and positioned herself between Tucker's legs. Coating the cock-like tool with ample lube, she lined it up with his reluctant butthole. Not knowing what to expect or even who was behind him, he started to shake. Rosa went to one side of the bed while Susie stood on the other and together they forced him even further down on the mattress. He started to twist in anticipation and felt the end of the dildo nudging its way in. The girls increased their hold to reenforce what was happening adding more fear to the attack. Jana grunted deeply and plowed her way inside his cavity. Still sore from his earlier encounter, Tucker winced and shouted out in pain as tears started flowing from his eyes. The women were trying hard no to laugh out loud at this helpless hunk of flesh under their command.
"Please no-no-no" was all Tucker could say as Jana began fucking him in earnest. The words came out but with little force and his strength and will were almost totally tapped out. Whomever was fucking him seemed almost brutal in the force and rhythm being used. He had little doubt that this guy was really relishing his work and then the thought hit Tucker, was this guy wearing a condom? Would he be infected from this brutal attack. He started crying harder and moaning louder as the assault continued. His prostate gland was being stimulated and he felt is cock trying to harden through his bandages. Suddenly the thrusting stopped and he felt his head being grabbed and the earplug being reinserted.
He tried to form words, speak his plea, but his voice failed him. Water was being dripped into his mouth once again, further stopping his speech. His mind was being twisted in so many ways that his thoughts were jumbled in his mind. He felt the cock roughly pulling out of him and felt relieved that it didn't seem like the guy shot a load up his ass. Just as that thought left his mind he worried that he was going to have to suck off this shit slicked cock. The worries and fears were all jumbled around and he was again close to tears. He had never experienced this total emotional collapse before. The things he used to enjoy like being rough with his women, taking their ass brutally, keeping them off-balance, just added to his emotional state. Was this someone who was getting her revenge for his past deeds? Giving him a roughing up just as he had done countless times before?
Jana got off the bed using a lot of bounce seeming as if she was much larger than her dancers body would be. She removed the harness and took the dildo and rubbed it under Tucker's nose. The stench and feel only raised more fear in Tucker. Were his fears coming true? The feeling of nausea started rumbling through his near empty stomach. And then all activity stopped. He was alone with his tortured mind.
Why him, what did they want with him. No demands had been made. Were they just using him for their pleasure before snuffing him out? The thoughts were colliding around and almost free-flowing in his mind. Now he felt his arms being untied and his legs too being unbound. What next, what were their plans with him? He was being dragged from the bed and propped up as he felt the cold of a knife being slipped between his skin and the bandages holding his cock. The knife stretched and pulled the material before cutting it mostly away. A smallish hand went between his legs and was slowly, deliberately pulling away at the bandage. As soon as the wrapping was removed he was forced down on a chair and spun around a few times while rolling along.
He felt himself be hoisted onto a toilet and immediately began relieving himself. It felt so good to go like a normal human being that he began to cry again. What had happened to him, where was his self-esteem? Was it being flushed away with his own wastes? He was handed some toilet paper and he heard a woman's voice tell him to wipe thoroughly. He was being raised up and swiftly felt his hands being tied together, this time in front of himself. A glass was being shoved between his hands and he immediately raised the glass and drank down the contents without any thought to what it was. An earplug was pulled out and Rosa asked him if he enjoyed these last few hours? Did that really taste like water? And just as suddenly the plug went back into his ear. He started to shake as those words echoed through his head. Was he being poisoned or was it just water? Who fucked him, was he now infected with some STD or even worse?
