*****Disclaimer: This story is one of my darker ones, with strong non-consent themes. It's also just a fantasy, and the acts in this story I do not condone or support in real life. That's why this is just a fantasy! Now that that's out of the way, I hope you enjoy...*****
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Miranda was a beautiful, slender brunette with hair the color of raven feathers, smoky eyes, and a delicately chiseled, almost regal face. She was a girl men would fight over. Curved and athletic, her pout-prone face managed to give off an innocence on the surface with naughtier promises simmering just underneath. Until recently, she'd been married to the love of her life, Jake Shaw, and life had been, well...perfect. But despite their supposedly idyllic lifestyle, Jake's long, frequent business trips overseas had taken their toll, and the couple had grown apart.
Miranda had gradually grown fond of her bodyguard, Matthew...and one thing had led to another. Finding out about the affair had enraged Jake. He'd recorded one of Miranda's illicit sexual romps with Matthew, and the betrayal —coming at a time when the couple was actively trying to get pregnant—had sent Jake over the edge. Her once loving husband had now kidnapped Miranda, bound her naked in a shipping container, and hired five men to rape her.
That was the horrifying ordeal Miranda struggled with on this Friday night, on a secluded dock, isolated from anyone who might help. And to make matters worse, Jake had left only to return carrying the unconscious figure of Matthew...
Miranda's eyes snuck a glance Matthew's way, but her tormentors were keeping her busy. Radic, a Russian with barbed-wire tattoos around his bulging biceps, was spearing his manhood into her gaping cunt from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, growling as he fucked her.
"Uhh... uh... UH! Your cunt is nice and wet for my cock, bitch. You love being raped, don't you?" He tugged on her hair, drawing a sharp gasp of pain as she threw her hips back to meet his penetrations.
"Y-yes Master. I-I love being raped," she said submissively.
Meanwhile Felipe, a handsome Spaniard with less rugged features, gently slapped her in the face as he saw her gaze slide in the direction of her helpless bodyguard.
"Look at me, slut. Until Radic comes in your worthless pussy, you can make yourself useful and suck my balls. Now what do you say? Call me Master!"
Miranda groaned. "Yes Master, whatever y-you wish," she replied. With her hands bound behind her back, she could only lap at Felipe's sweaty sac and feel Radic's shaft stabbing through her pussy like a knife.
"Are you going to CUM in that little whore or what?" Viktor, one of the men who hadn't yet had the chance to do more than fondle Miranda's young body and kiss her, was clearly becoming impatient.
"Hold on," Radic grunted. "I want to look in this slut's eyes when I gush inside her twat." He pulled out, flipping her over, and slammed her down on the bed. Felipe scuttled up the bed to give the girl plenty of room as Radic spread her legs and re-positioned his cock between her delicate, petal-like labia. "Back in we go, bitch." He grunted as his shaft lanced into her slick folds. Her cunt was already tainted with the cum of two of her captors, so her slippery, cum-coated sex easily accepted Radic's thrusting shaft as he gripped her by the throat with one hand and fondled her medium-sized tits with the other.
"Uhhh!! Almost there, little bitch. You feel me swelling inside you?"
Miranda could feel it. She moaned, her breasts shaking with the force of the Russian's ruthless fucks. Suddenly she saw Felipe's testicles swaying above her face.
"Did I say you could stop sucking my balls, slut? Keep at it!"
"Y-yes Master," Miranda whimpered. She stuck her tongue out as the sweaty sac descended to her lips. She sucked in one of his balls, fervently suckling even as she felt her pussy getting pounded harder than ever before. Then she felt it—thick spurts of cum bathing the insides of her snatch as Radic growled his release.
"UUuuhhhh!! Deep in your pussy, bitch. So fucking deep...feel it in your womb!" Little did Radic or the girl realize at the time, but the muscle-bound Russian had just impregnated the helpless girl with his child.
A full minute later, with Radic heaving great gasps of air, the big Russian pulled out his semi-hard manhood and looked at the pool of cum nestled between the girl's thighs, brimming in the girl's pink opening like glistening mercury.
"Who wants sloppy FOURTHS?" Radic chuckled. "We're fucking this bitch to death before this night is through, aren't we?"
"No... please stop," Miranda whimpered.
"Shut up and keep sucking," Felipe warned. Miranda lapped at his wrinkled scrotum, hearing him sigh with satisfaction as she tried not to be disgusted by what he was making her do. Meanwhile, she was suddenly hyper-aware of a limp body being laid beside her on the bed. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Matthew's boyish face set off with the light blonde beard that she'd always found sexy. Someone had covered up his mouth with duct tape and blindfolded him.
She was aware of her husband standing near the bed now, watching her being tormented. Oh god—what was Jake going to do next?
Felipe's hands stroked Miranda's tits with deceptive care.
"OK, slut, time to make good on our agreement. You promised you would sit on my cock, with my cock right up your sweet little ASS, if I spared you from the whip. Time to pay up."
Miranda shivered with dread, but she felt a faint ray of hope as Jake's voice interceded.
"Hold up." She couldn't see Jake, but she sensed him gesturing at the only two men who hadn't fucked her yet, Viktor and Baen.
"You two, go ahead and fuck my slut-wife in her worthless cunt. Felipe, you'll have to bust her ass later."
Trying not to let the disappointment show, Felipe shrugged. "Hey, you're the boss-man."
Miranda tried to move her mouth from underneath Felipe's swinging testicles, but Felipe twisted the girl's nipples with both hands and told her to just keep sucking as he straddled her face. The gorgeous brunette obeyed, clenching up as she felt Viktor's bulbous cock-head at the entrance to her thoroughly raped slit. He pushed between her vaginal lips, plunging into her with a tempo like a bull in heat. He fucked her without mercy, without care, only considering his own desires, as their bodies smacked together with a rhythm that had Miranda moaning with Felipe's testicles in her mouth.
Jake stood back, arms folded, waiting for Matthew to come around. It would be any minute now, and once the bodyguard did wake up...then it was time for the final phase of the evening. The betrayed husband had decided exactly what would happen to his cuckolding slut of a wife and his wife's secret lover.
"Please...oh please!" Miranda mewled. She didn't know what else to do but withstand the hard pounding Viktor was giving her. The Ukrainian was wiry and thin compared to some of the others, but he was still a brute of a man, his torso rippling with muscles. As he gripped her by the throat the same way Radic had done, he slapped her breasts with the other hand, deepening her moans, and yet his shaft sent shivers of pleasure through her pussy as he filled her to the hilt with the constant slapping sound of his furiously jostling testicles. Soon he was swelling up inside her too. She could tell because as he neared orgasm, his hand tightened around her swanlike neck and she had to gasp for air. At last Viktor practically started bellowing, his release imminent.
