Authors note: - This is a follow on to the previous episode of Becca XXX. Spring Tide. Please read it before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters
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Becca XXX. Spring Tide. Ch 06.
People often say, 'be careful what you wish for' and that statement was certainly ringing true tonight. After our denial of penetrative sex or sexual gratification of any kind from Valentin, I was desperate for a good hard fucking and orgasmic release. However, we now found ourselves in a terrifying situation.
As the door slammed behind us and we tried to get our bearings, we speed read the room as best we could. I could still taste cum in my mouth and by the looks of things, we were about to receive a whole lot more.
The room was large, but looked smaller due to the amount of people in there and the dimness of the lighting. The occupants were all men and appeared to be wearing white towels around their waists as though we'd stumbled into a male sauna. A large window was visible on the front wall of the house, but it was barred shut like a prison. There were stools and a wooden shelf all the way around the perimeter where the men were sat. They had been laughing and drinking as we'd been thrown through the doorway, but now the room had fallen silent.
It felt like a thousand pairs of eyes were watching us through the gloom. The room was sparsely lit by the wall lights, but there was a huge bright spotlight in the centre of the room. It was shining down onto large black rubber mats like the type you'd find in a gym. If they weren't out of place enough, the other items I could see made my skin crawl. Ropes and straps were hanging from the ceiling with some sort of medieval-looking harnesses attached to them. They'd obviously been expecting us.
I untangled myself from Natalie's naked limbs from where we'd fallen and moved back to try the door we'd just come through. It was locked so I banged hard on it and pleaded to be let out.
Bang - bang - bang.
"Let us out," I shouted. "You can't do this to us."
Natalie got up and joined me, banging equally as hard.
"Valentin, we had a deal," she screamed. "Let us out of here."
There was silence from the other side of the door and a few stifled laughs from somewhere in the room. We were putting on a good act, but we were genuinely frightened. The worst case was that we'd be tortured or killed in this room. We'd heard so many horror stories about Valentin and what he did to people who crossed him and it didn't bear thinking about.
My mind raced to figure out why he'd done this to us. He had already seen our performance at the gloryhole after watching Dimitri's video of us so he knew how good we were. He'd also tested us out personally and had cum all over Natalie's feet moments earlier so this couldn't be another test. That only left one option; we were here to earn him some money.
I searched the depths of the room for familiar faces, but the spotlight was angled towards us and we could only see towel-clad shadows. The towels almost glowed in the dark due to the stark contrast of light and dark.
"We shouldn't be here," I addressed the room. "This is kidnap. You need to let us out of here right now."
Someone laughed and then it erupted around the room. They say that laughter is infectious but this was something else; something sinister. A room full of bad men wanting to do bad things to us in the middle of nowhere was no joke. No one even knew where we were and that worried me.
The laughter calmed down and the silence returned. They were expecting us to move into the room to plead our case, but we weren't going to play into their hands - we stayed put. We stared out at the hungry eyes staring back at us in some sort of stale mate.
They were going to have to make the first move and we didn't have to wait long. Out of the shadows we heard a gut-wrenching roar of deep male vocal cords and half the room seemed to come straight for us. They threw their towels off and moved in as one mass, like a herd of charging bulls, surrounding us from all sides.
Suddenly, hands were all over us, grabbing, groping and pulling. We were both lifted up and dragged kicking and screaming to the centre of the room. We kicked out and flailed about trying to work ourselves loose, but there were too many of them and we were no match for their superior strength or numbers.
"NO, DON'T. LET US GO."
"FUCKING BASTARDS."
Our struggling and screaming only drove them on as we were carried to the staging area and pinned down face upwards onto the matting. I tried to kick out, but my legs were held tight by several guys and they forced my thighs apart. My arms were gripped tightly above my head while the others helped themselves to my private areas. My tits were slapped hard and groped roughly and someone started sucking my nipples.
I lost sight of Natalie in the sea of rapists and I assumed she was receiving similar treatment. Fingers were rammed inside my pussy and anus and they weren't being gentle. Grunts and gasps of satisfaction echoed off the walls, but were almost drowned out by our screams.
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME," I cried. "THIS IS RAPE."
"NO... NO... DON'T," squealed Natalie.
Some of the men started sniggering at our peril and they finally broke their silence.
"Welcome to hell, bitches," one of them sneered into my ear as he kissed my neck and forced his lips onto mine. "I hope you like it rough."
"Yeah... that's it guys... hold them down and get the spreader-bars."
I didn't know what the spreader-bar was, but it didn't sound very appealing. I heard a clink of metal and saw two long steel rods being passed through the crowd. One of them went in Nat's direction and the other came in mine. As it got closer, I saw that it was approximately four-feet long and two inches in diameter. Each end was fitted with a leather strap, with another set of straps about six inches further in and various clips along its length.
The men were grinning from ear to ear and there was an air of excitement between them. I struggled to work free from their vice like grip, but it was futile. I felt helpless with the swarm of perverts abusing every inch of my body. I was being kissed, licked, groped, fingered and anally violated while my breasts were slapped and my nipples pulled and tweaked.
I'd had rough rapes before, but this was far worse. I glanced through the gaps between the men and saw Natalie with a similar pack of wild animals on her. Hands stroked and slapped her all over and three guys were fighting over her pussy.
"Flip the bitch over," someone said. "Get her hands behind her back. You know the drill."
Some of the men were English and some were Russian, but all were nasty. They must have been waiting all night for this little treat and now here we were in all our glory. As we'd been dragged in here from the lounge, Valentin had said 'anything goes' and these guys obviously had a well-rehearsed plan.
They climbed off me and I was flipped over onto my front with my arms wrenched up behind my back as though I was being arrested. Fingers were still abusing my fuck holes with the guys commenting on how wet I was.
"It looks like Valentin's warmed them up for us," said a Russian. "This bitch is dripping for my cock."
"I can smell how aroused she is from here," said another. "I love the scent of a wet cunt."
The bar was moved in behind me and my left hand was pulled into position. One of the inner leather straps was wrapped around my wrist and the buckle was pulled tight. They repeated it with my other hand to tie them both firmly to the bar. Once my hands were restrained, they moved on to my legs.
"You don't have to do this," I pleaded. "Please, just let us go."
My begging was ignored and they pushed my feet upwards bending my legs at the knee and holding me steady as my ankles were strapped onto the bar. I had no choice but to spread my legs wide to take some of the strain from my hips and ankles. I could hardly catch my breath with the weight of the men pinning me down. My face was sideways on looking for Natalie and I had someone's foot on my cheek to stop me from moving. I'd never felt so helpless in all my life and yet somehow, I was loving it.
I was terrified, vulnerable and at the mercy of these dirty bastards, but my training had kicked in and I realised there was no escape from the ordeal so I should try and make the most of it. I'd wanted fucking all night and although this wasn't exactly what I was after, at least I was going to get fucked.
With the spreader bar fitted and me well and truly immobilised the men started to step away one by one until I was left under the spot light with Natalie by my side.
She was trussed up in an identical position to me. It was almost like we were skydiving from the position we were in. We were both faced down with our feet up and our ankles touching our wrists behind our backs. The steel rod prevented us from closing our legs and we felt extremely exposed. These guys could now do anything they liked to us and there was no way of stopping them.
"That's better, no?" said a Russian man. "Two pretty little sluts, waiting to be fucked."
I searched the crowd for faces as they surrounded us three deep around the mats. I didn't recognise anyone and it didn't look like Victor or his team were there. Some men still had their towels on, but the rest were completely naked like us.
"You dirty mother fuckers," I spat. "Let us go."
"Or what?" laughed one of them. "Who are you going to tell, your mummy?"
"The police, you sick fuckers," shouted Nat.
