Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories.
For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen.
At least on paper...
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And please remember, this is a work of fiction, not a docu-drama...
End of Part 1:
They kissed and Ron got ready for work as Nancy threw on her robe and went downstairs to make coffee and breakfast. They ate breakfast and things seemed to be the way they were when they first got married. Ron hoped this would become the new normal. After he ate, he complimented his wife on her cooking, kissed her and headed out the door.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you, too," she said. "Don't forget, I'll be pretty late getting home tonight. I have a lot of studying to do."
"I understand. Don't be too late," he said, smiling. She smiled back.
"I'll try," she said.
That afternoon, he received a text from Mark: "Wired and ready to go. PI on the case."
"Gotcha," he texted back.
...
Part 2:
After a fairly productive day at work, Ron went home and jumped on his lab computer to see if his webcam had picked up anything. It successfully captured his tryst with her the night before and activated one other time when Nancy went to the bathroom. It also captured her morning blowjob and recorded him getting ready for work.
He fast forwarded through all that and hoped there wouldn't be anything else. In his mind the only things that should have been captured were her getting ready for school and swapping out the sheets on the bed.
But the camera picked up something else. About 30 minutes after he left, the camera reactivated when Nancy came into the room, followed by his father and two brothers. What the fuck were they doing there, he wondered. Nancy sat down on the bed and the three men stripped their clothes off.
"I don't think I can do this today, guys," she said in the video.
"Why the fuck not?" George asked.
"Things have changed," she said.
"What do ya mean, changed?" John asked.
"I don't know for certain, but I think Ron suspects something," she said.
"Like what," Bob asked.
"Yeah, like what?" George parroted.
"You didn't see him last night," she told them. "He was like a totally different person."
"What, did you let him fuck you last night?" John asked. "After we specifically told you not to let him near you during the week?"
"I had no choice," she said. "He just picked me up and took me, several times. And frankly, it was the best sex I've ever had with him. My pussy is STILL a bit sore from last night."
"What?" George asked. "What do you mean, took you? And you let him? You BITCH!" Bob held up his hand.
"Hold on," he said. "What do you mean by 'different,' Nancy?"
"He was like a kinder version of you guys," she said. "He was stronger, harder, more confident. Hell, his cock was even bigger than normal. I thought maybe he took Viagra or something, but he just said it was diet and exercise."
"He's doing something in that lab of his," Bob said. "We need to get in there and figure it out."
"No, you can't do that," Nancy said. "He's got multiple security doors and if anyone tries to break in, it alerts him and the police."
"Do you know what he's working on?" George asked. Nancy shook her head.
"I have no idea," she said.
"So what, we just forget about our plan to knock you up and make him raise the child, thinking it's his?" John asked.
"I think we should put that plan on hold for now," she said. "I want to finish my school and get established first. Once I have a job with benefits, we can revisit it."
"Fuck that shit," George said. "I don't want to wait that long." He looked at his father. "Maybe we should go with plan B." Bob nodded his head. Nancy looked at them.
"What do you mean, plan B?" she asked.
"Well, if we can't fuck the wimpy cuck over, we'll fuck him directly," John said. "In the ass. Repeatedly."
"Yeah, and we'll get it all on tape," George said. "Let's see how long the brainiac keeps his job once we send it out to his boss and co-workers." The three men laughed at that.
"You can't be serious," Nancy said.
"Oh yeah, we're fucking serious," John said. "And you're going to help us set him up."
"What?" Nancy asked. "You want me to set him up so you can rape him in the ass?"
"Yeah," George said. "But we're not sticking our peckers into that tiny little ass. We know some really big black guys who just happen to like little squirts like your husband. Trust me, they'll have little Ronnie squealing like a pig and begging for more. And yes, you WILL set him up for us."
"What if I don't want to?" she asked.
"Well, then, we'll just have to tell him about your wedding day," John said. "About how it was our cum dripping down your leg as you walked down the aisle. And about how it was our cum in your mouth when he kissed you." The three men laughed at that. "Then we'll show him video of you taking all three of us, making you airtight. And the video of you taking mine and George's cock in your pussy at the same time. You think he'll ever want to touch you again?" Nancy looked down, embarrassed.
"But what about your grandfather?" Nancy asked. "He'll never let you get away with it."
"Yeah," George said. "He holds the note on the house. He'll have us on the street in no time, or in jail."
"Let me worry about Big Daddy," Bob said. George and John nodded their heads.
"So, bitch," John said. "Are you in, or do we need to take you to the wrong side of town and have you turned into a crack whore, fucking for drugs?"
"Just don't hurt him, please," she cried. "When do you want to do this?"
"Soon," George said. "Well let you know. In the meantime, you play the good loving wife while we get things set up. We don't want the little runt getting suspicious. Got it?" Nancy nodded her head, tears rolling down her cheek.
"I got it," she said quietly.
"Good," George said, unzipping his trousers. "Now, suck, bitch," he added, pulling out his cock. Nancy took it in her hands and began masturbating him to hardness. "Suck it, cunt," he growled. She put his cock in her mouth and began sucking as the other two men pulled out their cocks.
Soon, she had one cock in her ass, one in her mouth and one in her pussy. The three men grunted as they emptied their seed in her. Then they swapped places and did it again, swapping one more time so that all three got good use of all her holes. Ron was disgusted by what he saw and felt like throwing up.
When the men finished, they got dressed. On the way out, John turned to Nancy.
"Remember what we said, bitch," he told her. "And don't let him fuck you again during the week if you know what's good for you." Nancy was finally left alone and as Ron watched, she buried her head in her hands and sobbed. The video ended when she finally got up and went to the bathroom. He copied it to a thumb drive and realizing that he just witnessed a crime being plotted, pulled out his phone to call the police and warn Mark.
He never got a chance to call, though, as his phone rang as he held it. He saw the call was from Lisa, so he answered it.
"Ron, thank God I got you," she said. "You need to get to the hospital, right now."
"What's wrong, Lisa?" he asked.
"It's Grandpa," she said. "He's been shot. He's out of surgery, but it doesn't look good. Please, hurry and get here. I'll meet you in the ER." They ended the call and Ron ran up the stairs, locking the security doors to the lab. He drove as fast as he could to the hospital and met Lisa in the Emergency Room. She grabbed his hand and led him to the recovery area where Mark lay. His eyes were closed and his breathing was irregular. He was hooked up to tubes and wires attached to his body and Ron could see that his vitals weren't good.
"What happened?" he asked Lisa.
"From what the police said, he got caught between two rival gangs in a drive-by shooting," she said. "He was hit multiple times. It doesn't look good at all." Ron agreed and kept an eye on the vitals. He pulled up a chair and sat next to Mark and Lisa. She put her head on his shoulders and cried. He put his arm around her and tried to comfort her.
Suddenly, Mark jerked in his bed. Ron and Lisa looked at his vitals and recognized the signs of a heart attack. Suddenly, there was an announcement for a "code blue" and the room quickly filled with medical personnel. Ron and Lisa stood out of the way as they worked, but it was to no avail. As they watched, Mark's vitals flat-lined and nothing the techs did made any difference.
A doctor examined him one last time and noted the time of Mark's death in his folder. They disconnected him from the medical gear and pulled the sheet over his face before leaving. Ron knelt over Mark, hot tears falling down his face. Lisa sobbed with him, her hand on Ron's shoulder.
As Ron cried for his grandfather, a rage began building in him. He felt his entire body shake from his emotions and he was filled with a desire to kill. The rage continued to build in him until he could take it no longer. Suddenly, he threw his head back and let loose with a blood-curling yell. Lisa stood back from him, shocked. A couple nurses ran into the area to see what was going on, but by then, Ron had settled down.
