Tracy Wilkinson's head whiplashed back as she felt the impact. Although the sharp pain caused her to cry out, this took second place to the shock and panic. Instinct took over as her hands gripped the wheel tightly and her eyes darted immediately to her rear view mirror. The light rock music on the car radio now seemed completely out of place. Her pretty blue eyes widened in terror as she saw the vehicle behind her accelerate once again and surge towards the back of her Cherokee Jeep. Her whole body was thrown forward against the safety belt and her dirty-blonde hair whipped forwards around her face. Panic gripped her and her foot hit the brake pedal slewing the vehicle to the side of the road where it came to a grinding halt in a cloud of dust.
Tracy sat for a moment breathing hard, her hands gripping the steering wheel of the stationary Jeep. Anger and fury now began to ease her fear to one side. The second vehicle - a dark van - had pulled up in front of her on the unlit road and was just sitting there, unmoving; fearsome looking in the pale moonlight. Tracy knew that it was probably a mistake but the anger was screaming through her head. She threw the car door open and leapt out into the cool night air.
"What the fuck are you trying to do?" she screamed at the van. "You could have killed me!"
The van and it's occupants remained silent. A cloud passed in front of the moon casting eerie shadows over the scene. Tracy held her breath. Apart from the chirping of insects and the odd hoot of an owl, all was quiet. Suddenly she realised how vulnerable she was and felt the fear returning.
As Tracy looked at the dark van she felt the hairs rise up on the back of her neck. The door slowly opened. She could see movement now from inside as two men began to alight. Panic hit her like having her face slapped. She turned towards her own vehicle and realised that she had walked some distance away. The men were out of the van now. She turned again and started to run. She could hear them chasing her - heavy boots on the black-top. Her chest heaved and her breath laboured as she ran as fast as her spiked heels would allow. She could sense them behind her now, almost on top of her. Her arms flailed as she felt hands on her shoulders pulling her back. She opened her mouth to scream but a sweet smelling rag was being forced against her face. Her mind began to reel and her eyes slipped out of focus. She felt light headed as she was dragged back towards the van. The side door slid open as the darkness fell over Tracy's eyes and she finally blacked out......
Erick Wilkinson drove the van carefully towards the house. His heart was in his mouth. What had he done? He knew that his wife Tracy had fantasized about sleeping with more than one man at a time - gang-bang fever, she called it - they had discussed it on many occasions - but when they had bundled her towards the van she had looked really frightened. But fear was a part of the fantasy, Erick told himself. It was what she wanted and he had no reason to reproach himself. That was right - wasn't it?
The house loomed up dark and a little foreboding in the near distance. Erick's mind was racing; his thoughts a turmoil of do's and don't's, if's and but's. But could he back out now even if he wanted to? He doubted it. His two black friends, Jack and Dino and their white buddy Steve were watching Tracy as she slept soundly in the back of the van. To disappoint them now would surely be unacceptable.
Erick pulled the van into the drive and tooled it slowly around to the back of the house. He slipped the transmission into park and took a deep breath. He was really going to go through with this. He collected his thoughts and opened the door. Jack, Dino and Steve were already out of the van and were carefully carrying a half asleep Tracy towards the back door of the house. Erick followed them inside. He watched for a moment as they took his wife into the bedroom and laid her out on the bed before slipping into the bathroom next door and pressing his eye up to the spy-hole that let into the bedroom. He had a great view of the entire room and tried to settle himself down. The three men worked quickly. Tracy was still out of it as the men began to strip away her clothing. Her shoes were first and then her jeans. Erick gasped silently as he saw his wife splayed out in only her blouse and panties. He looked at her face; she seemed to be coming round.
"Wha?....where?....where am I?" Tracy asked tiredly as she came out of her drug induced sleep.
"Here, drink this." Said a disembodied voice.
Tracy's eyes were still misted over. She could see three men in the room with her and could feel a glass being pressed to her lips. Her throat was parched and she gulped the cool liquid welcomingly. As the drink meandered its way down her throat she felt a growing warmth in her snatch. It tasted good and the tingling effect that it left behind was wonderful. She drank again and felt her nerve ends react; the tingling sensation was spreading through her body. It felt almost sensual and she suddenly realised that her nipples had hardened into stiff points.
"That should make you feel nice!"
Tracy quickly reacted as she heard the voice again. Her mind suddenly clicked into gear and she looked up at the men. They all seemed to be smiling down at her and she followed their gaze and looked down at herself. Her brain quickly registered that she was semi-naked on a bed in a strange house with three strange men. But she felt no fear now. The warm drink was having a massive effect on her - all she felt was excitement!
Erick watched the scene from his spy-hole and smiled to himself. Even though the group scene had been her idea, he had guessed that his wife might be a little panicky to start with. The drink was a concoction that he had purchased a few days earlier. He had been told that it guaranteed to relax her and that she would experience feelings of sexual excitement almost immediately. From the way that Tracy was smiling back at his friends; seemingly oblivious to her current state of undress, Erick reckoned that the drink was doing it's job very nicely.
"What's going on?" asked Tracy in a hushed whisper. She had a good idea now that this was one big set-up and she was happy to play along. The drink had got her nerve endings tingling with excitement. She didn't know any of the men in front of her and she didn't want to know them. She couldn't see Erick around anywhere but she guessed he was there somewhere. She looked down and was a little shocked to see that a damp patch had formed in the front of her panties.
