The Intro
(You know the deal⦠No one is under 18 and no names or physical traits are used for the characters (for the most part) as is my style. You put those in yourselves as the story is written so that you can choose to be one of the participants if you wish and I have no idea what you look like. Furthermore, what I might find appealing may not be so for you and/or others for that matter. Anyway, 'nuff said and time to start the story).
"Just do as these fucking bastards say honey and don't act like a bitch and lip off at them. Just do as you're told. Do you hear me woman? Just do what they say and try not to be a wise ass and maybe we'll get out of this shit alive. I swear to God. I'll give you another whooping if you do or say anything to piss them off. Do you hear me? As for you fuckers, mark my words, I'm going to kill every one of you when I get out of this. I'm gonna hunt you all down and kill you like dogs. Dogs!!! Do you hear me you fuckers? Fuck you, you prick. And you too, you low life piece of shit. And fuck you too, you little fuck. Fuck all of you. Fuck all you bastards."
Every muscle in her body quivered in fear as she looked straight into the deadly eye of a hand gun. It was held by a man standing directly in front of her at a distance of approximately 5 feet from the bedroom door through which she had just made her entry. The identity of the man was concealed behind a black ski mask.
Her head snapped left and right scanning her bedroom with eyes filled with horror as she saw two other similarly attired men standing in the room, another of which also held a hand gun.
Looking at them, the instant realization of what was happening and what was more likely than not, about to happen, further elevated her state of fright. Her mind quickly filled with thoughts about how each of these masked men, these rapists, awaited their turns to sexually exploit and violate her person and the reprehensible visualizations mortified her.
Images of these reprobates of civil society taking their turns inserting their hardened penises into her vagina, probably into her mouth and possibly into her anal cavity were scenes mostly played out on the film reels of pornographic movies, the pages of dirty magazines, books and internet sites such as Literotica.com (winkοwink).
However, for some, probably many, they were also scenes freely constructed and envisaged in the privacy and safety of the mind of those imagining same in perverse self pleasure masturbation fantasies.
Whether by sheer coincidence or by feigned design, the latter definition of the two mentioned above happened to be hers.
They were her very secret fantasies. Her, very private, very personal and very stimulating sexual fantasies, known only to one other person in the world besides herself, and certainly not to, or by, these pieces of filth that were now holding her hostage in her own bedroom. In her own house!!!
However, fantasy this was not. This was reality. The cold, hard and at times, merciless and unforgiving reality of truth, fact and non-fiction, not Iraqi weapons of mass destruction, fairy tales or dancing sugar plums.
She was quite probably about to be raped by a group of men unknown to her, be they family, friend or foe. The various relationship combinations of some, any, all, or none mattered little at this point. The dices of fate had been cast, and the accompanying sentence had already commenced even before she had returned home late that night from her once monthly, "Girls Night Out."
The words heard upon her entry had come from her husband and were courageous words to be uttered from someone when one considers the circumstances that the person that had uttered them was currently in.
Her husband, 'Mr. Macho', was sitting upright with his back to the entrance door of the bedroom through which she had casually sauntered into this horrific nightmare. He was at the foot of the bed facing away from her and in the direction of their nightly resting place. He could see the reflected image of his wife behind him via the large mirror on the wall that stretched perpendicularly over and in line with the head and width of the king sized bed. Likewise, the woman could see the reflection of her restrained husband and the subjugator that had accosted her when she entered the master bedroom. He had now positioned himself behind her and had pulled her hands behind her back and placed a set of handcuffs on her wrists.
What had drawn chuckles of laughter from each of the three abductors in the room about the seemingly valiant and violent threats of vengeance to be visited upon each of these 'bastards', 'fuckers', 'low life pieces of shit', 'pricks' etc., by the husband, was the peculiarity of his state of restraint.
Firstly, he had been stripped completely naked. Secondly, he had been handcuffed by both ankles by one set of handcuffs. I guess you could say he was 'foot-cuffed'. Thirdly, he was cuffed with his hands behind his back. And fourthly, he had been blindfolded.
Nothing too strange or uncommon about that one might say. True. But what made his bondage unique, was the thin piece of rope that connected both sets of metallic restraints. The rope was tied to the 'foot-cuffs' and pulled under the chair, up the back and tied to the chain of the handcuffs that secured the man's wrists. There was very little slack in this rope and the tension of the connection would aptly be described as being taut, very taut.
