Mistress Rose turned to the next file in her "Shades of Grey" collection. The Grahams -- a lovely young couple just starting their sexual exploration.
They were a fairly typical couple in their late twenties. Not the sort of people Rose had had in mind when she'd set-up the apartment. Like the others, this couple was "off the books". The BDSM lifestyle was too hardcore for them. But the Principal of Hanson House liked to help out where she could. And they presented a useful training opportunity for the right pupils.
Internet searches had brought them to the attention of Hanson House. Little traps in certain websites were a useful device. Tara Graham had visited those sites because she harboured a fantasy about forced group sex. Gang rape, perhaps. In her imagination she would be "forced" to allow a small group of men to have their way with her. The Principal knew what to do with that. With the right encouragement, Tara eventually had found the courage to confess her desires to her husband. At the same time, she was able to reveal she had found a way to bring this fantasy to life. The key was that she loved him and felt protected by him. Michael would have to be present.
Soon Principal Rose had decided to open a new chapter in her Grey files. It took more time to bring Michael around to the idea. He was to watch his wife be "attacked" and "forced" to have sex with a group of strangers. Extra-marital sex was a taboo by itself. And Tara's fantasies were too much for him -- at first. Rose persisted, however, and made sure that Michael, too, received a steady stream of emails and web links where he could learn more about the desires of his beautiful wife.
One of the recent graduates was given the job of convincing Michael. There would be rules and boundaries. His wife would be safe and the other men well-trained and disciplined. He was promised a reward and some forbidden pleasures of his own. But the most important rule was that everything was for Tara and her pleasure.
Two of the best final year boys were chosen. They were good-looking and had big cocks, of course. They also both spent time in the gym and their bodies were strong and manly. To Tara's eye they would both be perfect as the kind of males that could overpower her and force her to be used for sex.
Tara and Michael arrived and used the keypad to gain entry to the apartment. It was plush and very tastefully decorated. Tara suddenly felt under-dressed but she'd done as asked and travelled wearing only a skimpy dress. Tara knew she was chubby -- fat, some might call it -- but that was not the reason for her nerves. She knew she was breathing fast, trying to ignore the reality of what was to happen that night. What if it was not the fun experience she'd imagined? What if Michael hated watching his wife being fucked?
But she had the words of Mistress Rose in her mind. After answering all those questions, it seemed she didn't know herself as well as this other woman did.
"This is going to happen," Rose had told her. "You will be totally safe. You will surrender and let it be done to you."
They both jumped at the knock on the door. It was Tara who answered, as instructed. She found two young, muscled lads standing at the door. Before she knew it, they were pushing past her, forcing the door open and invading the apartment. Tara gasped as the two young hunks grabbed her and pushed her towards the bed. Michael, on the other hand, remembered his role and stayed silently on the other side of the room, watching.
"You're the sexy woman we're going to fuck," said the first one, Steven.
The two young men were still students at Hanson House. But they'd had enough training to know how to take charge and to impose their will on a willing submissive. Tara was only barely a submissive by that standard. But they would find it easy to "force" the pretty wife into all manner of sexual acts.
They closed in on Tara. They wanted to accentuate the sense of shock and to make her feel like she was losing control. Steven was a handsome blonde who pinned Tara's arms by her sides. The second man, Oscar, was a gorgeous black man who first turned his attention to Michael.
"Just let us have what we want," Oscar warned. "Then everything will be fine."
Michael could only nod. He was little frightened, feeling humiliated by his wife's desires. But he'd been warned that he had no say from the moment the other men entered the apartment. It could only be Tara who called things off. Feeling numb, Michael sat in the leather armchair as Steven grabbed at his young wife.
"You are a sexy bitch," Steven murmured to Tara as he put his arm round her waist and pulled her close. "Kiss me," he demanded.
Tara still was unsure whether she wanted to go through with this. But they were both such good-looking guys. It was how she'd described her fantasy to that strange Mistress Rose. And what about the promise of the boys having large cocks?
Ignoring her stunned expression, Steven kissed Tara hard. Somehow she responded. What else could she do when these strangers were giving her no choice. Their muscular bodies were pressed against hers. She had no escape -- even when she felt a hand slip up under her dress. Tara tried to remember her safeword. Was it too late to use it? Things were moving fast and these young men would soon be forcing her to do sexual things. She felt enormous excitement at that thought. It was hot to be desired like that, with a total stranger wanting to grab and feel her body. Tara had never dared until those strange people had encouraged her to live out her fantasy.
These strong young men had her pinned as one of them started to stroke her bare cunt. Tara was too shocked to resist. Oscar was behind her. He yanked up her dress and exposed her thick butt. Tara tried to tell herself that she was totally safe. It was uncomfortable being looked at and inspected by the two strangers. Tara was not entirely happy with her body. She enjoyed the looks her double-Ds drew in public but she always felt fat and she hated the way her large, pale butt moved as she walked.
"I hope you are ready for this. Cos we came here to fuck a sexy woman," murmured Oscar.
Tara felt her cunt tingle on hearing those words. She'd been told their rough words would be part of the ritual.
"You won't fight these young men," Mistress Rose had told her. "You will let them do whatever they wish to you."
Their desire for her was reassuring. Michael had never seemed bothered by her extra pounds. But Tara did not have to worry about being sexy while these two molested her so brazenly.
Each of the students knew their role. And they knew they had to be rough with the willing wife. The hidden cameras would record everything for the instructors to watch later and assess their performance. But both boys were natural dominants and not afraid to abuse a woman if that turned her on.
Oscar was enjoying her meaty body. He slapped one generous arse cheek and Tara cried out in response. That was unexpected and not part of her fantasy -- or was it? She could have tried to pull away, to tell them that she didn't want to be spanked. But Steven had a tight hold on her as his free hand stroked her cunt lips. Oscar spanked the other side of her butt -- hard. Somewhere in Tara's brain her reluctance was being overcome by her rising arousal.
"We came here for a fuck," said Steven firmly. "Get ready, bitch."
Steven was a skillful kisser. He was grabbing her double-Ds though the thin dress while Oscar massaged her butt cheeks and ran his finger through her cleft. Then another slap landed on Tara's arse and again she yelped. This time Tara didn't try to struggle. She remembered that these young strangers were going to take what they wanted from her. And the hand on her cunt was starting to make her moisten.
"Don't try to fight us," said the young black man in her ear. "We are too strong and too horny for your slutty white body."
Tara would remember that as the point when she surrendered. She could feel her cunt starting to throb. It was scary to hear the way they talked but Rose had told her that they would fuck her even if she resisted and that she would be completely safe. Could both things be true? Tara wanted to look over at her husband but she felt too much shame.
Suddenly, Steven was ripping her dress, tearing it from her body. Her big white tits bounced out into full sight. She was shocked but that was the idea. The strangers had complete control and Tara thrilled as a ripple of fear shot through her. The students of Hanson House knew exactly how to treat this willing wife. They were moving fast before she could change her mind. Her curvy body was more than deserving of their lust. And they had every reason to take advantage of her big, juicy tits. They grabbed at her flesh, Tara seeing the contrast of their skin -- one pair of hands white and tender, the other black and strong as they squeezed her tits and her butt.
Steven helped himself, sucking on her juicy tits. The small, pink nipples were hard as he took them into his mouth. He seemed hungry, as if wanting to devour her. Tara moaned -- why would she do that? But the sensations were too much. How wonderful it felt to have a handsome young man want her body in that way.
Oscar stayed behind, still smacking her bottom. It hurt but Tara realised that it signified what she was -- a dirty whore who'd willingly put herself into the hands of these young strangers. She'd confessed to Rose that she expected them to hurt her. Just a little. But she'd not known what that might entail. The pain didn't seem so bad compared to the excitement of what was ahead.
Their hands grabbed her tits, her arse. Steven sank his teeth onto her breasts and Tara cried out in shock and pain. They pushed legs apart and she felt their fingers probing at her damp slit. It was a whirlwind of lust. Tara had never experienced anything like it. She knew she was trembling. It was fear mixed with anticipation.
They were strong, too, much more than Michael. That was obvious when they forced her to her knees and took out their hard cocks. Tara rarely went to her knees for Michael. And she had never, ever given oral to a man on a first date. This was no first date. She had no choice.
