Based on the length, and on comments re: category choice, I wish to remove this (and the other "Role Over" chapters) and re-post as a novella, complete with the final (as yet unsubmitted) chapters. This is a true story that happened to my wife and I in 1997.
My wife and I were all set to take a three day weekend of camping. We were all packed up and heading out for the mountains. We knew of a rustic remote cabin that we have been camping at for years. In fact I have been camping at this cabin since I was a young child with my parents.
It was a beautiful day and the weather was suppose to hold all weekend. After the three and a half hour drive, we arrived at the cabin. It looked the same as always. There is no telling how old it is. There is a wrap around porch, one main room on the ground floor with a narrow stair well heading up to a room half the size of the one below. The cabin itself is pretty rickety and infested with field mice. We usually set up a tent near the stream to sleep in, we really only use the cabin to get out of the rain.
We had set up camp and my wife had changed into her two piece bathing suit and started sunning herself. I puttered around attending to the small details to finish setting up the campsite. Four of five hours later the wife and I were sitting around the fire enjoying the piece and quiet of the great outdoors. This is when our weekend took its turn for the worst.
As we sat there I started to hear a rumble of a motor. It sounded far away and it became louder and louder. Soon I realized it wasn't the sound of one motor but many, many motorcycles. In fact I counted 32 as they pulled into the space between us and the cabin. They looked to be a biker gang, all guys no women. As they got off of their bikes the roar of their motors was replaced with the yelling and gearing as they gave each other shit.
A couple of guys came right over towards the light of the fire. Soon there were three fairly large guys standing over my wife and I. They asked us why we were at their cabin. I told them that this cabin didn't belong to them and that we were just there to have a relaxing weekend. I was told that they were setting in for the weekend also. Great I thought, we are going to have to bail from this spot.
Before they walked away they asked me to come and have a drink with them, you know as a goodwill gesture they said. I told my wife I should to keep them happy. So I headed towards the rest of the gang.
As I sat around with these guys on chairs they had produced from I don't know where. I had downed three or four shots. I was getting along just fine with these boys when I heard a squeal come from the direction of my camp. As quick as it took for me to stand up a group of guys came into the light with my wife being held between two of them. Someone said "look what we found". My wife was struggling with all her might and was looking very scared. At that time I felt two strong hands on my shoulders pushing me back into my seat.
Once my wife spotted me she screamed for me to help. At that point, what I assumed to be the leader of these guys stepped up and told her to be quite and that there was nothing that I could do. A few of his guys flashed knifes and guns. The leader continued to spew some shit about cooperation and letting us go and some other shit. What ever he was saying seemed to work on my wife. She quit yelling and fighting so hard.
My wife was wearing a sun dress over her bathing suit and nothing on her feet. I watched as a hand snaked around the guys holding her arms and started to grope her tits. I started and stood and moved towards her. There was a scuffle and it took three or four of them to get me down. Once I was pinned I felt handcuffs clamp on my wrests and my ankles were being tide. With their work done the bikers moved away from me. I looked in the direction of my wife and I could see her illuminated in the fire light. She was still being held and there were hands groping her all over, hands on each tit, and a couple fighting over her crotch and even more feeling her ass. She still had her sun dress on but that didn't last long. I watched as her dress was pulled up to her chin then they lifted her arms, practically lifting her whole body off the ground, to pull it off. There she was being held by a couple of guys with only her two piece bathing suit on. There was a moment or two before the hands started squeezing and pulling at her body again. She was squirming to try and get away from the hands but there wasn't anything she could do.
It didn't take long before one side of her top was pulled down and she had a tit out. Of course I only saw it for a second before more hands covered it with their mauling. Then her top was pulled off and discarded. Her suit bottoms were not much of a barrier as there were many hands reaching inside of her suit. She was squeezing her legs together to try and stop the hands from reaching their mark. I heard a tare and then her suit bottoms were torn from her body. One of the guys holding her arms pushed a boot between her feet forcing her legs apart. Now the hands had reached her pussy.