Mia looked down in shock to see Deon put a chemical-soaked cloth over Noah's face. Her husband passed out, limp as a puppet with its strings lopped off.
"No, please. What are you doing?" Mia begged. The 21-year-old blonde was cuffed to the headboard completely naked, helpless as she watched Deon drag Noah off the bed. The sick part of it all was that this deep, inner part of her psyche loved what was happening. For so long she had nursed a secret rape fantasy - of being accosted in her home, her husband tied up, forced to watch the unspeakable unfold - a fantasy she'd only revealed to her husband when they'd married a few months ago. Now it seemed it was coming true...only with darker implications than Mia wanted to acknowledge.
"Quiet, little cunt. Your husband's going to take a nice 'nap' while we take you downstairs to play with you some more," Deon growled. Deon, by far the most intimidating of the three intruders, was a muscular black man at least 6'7 tall. A swirl of ominous tattoos covered his bare arms like battle scars. He proceeded to unlock Mia's cuffs, but it had nothing to do with mercy. He fondled the girl's shapely breasts as he drew the cuffs away. He pinched her nipples, wresting a loud groan from her lips. Meanwhile somewhere deep down her libido flared to new heights - like fire given a fresh batch of oxygen.
"Take the slut over there," he said, gesturing Emmett to drag her to the other side of the room. Mia felt strong hands grab her, pulling her off the bed. She felt the blood rush back into her hands, sighing as Emmett curled one strong arm around her, pulling her back against his chest. She felt his hard cock graze her backside. It made her shiver.
"Take a good look, cute bitch. Your hubbie's getting a nice, comfortable spot to rest on the bed. Isn't he a lucky man?" Emmett murmured.
The beautiful young blonde watched as they cuffed Noah to the bed in much the same way they had cuffed her a short while ago. He lay face-up, his legs spread wide. His wrists were both cuffed to the headboard. Unconscious, his boyish face lolled to the side. His cock lay flaccid between his legs. He looked almost peaceful...which seemed so incredibly wrong to Mia. Mia felt the urge to cry out to him, to shout 'Noah, wake up. Help me. Save me from these brutal freaks!' But of course she knew it wouldn't do any good. Whatever the three young black men had used to drug Noah, he was completely out for the count.
Deon glanced at Cameron, the third part of this sadistic trio. "Come with me out to the van. Let's get our special 'toy' for Mia so that the real fun can begin. Yeah?"
When Cameron nodded, Mia's eyes bulged. The willowy girl shuddered. All three men had already raped Mia. What could they have planned next? What could possibly be worse? The girl whimpered as she felt the dull throb in her pussy from all their cocks fucking her without mercy. But the memory of her unexpected orgasms sent a new burst of arousal between her legs too. She felt so conflicted, her darkest desires stoking feelings she'd never wanted to acknowledge even as she felt the burn of shame in her chest. Even though they'd forced Noah to lick out their nasty cum from her snatch, she still felt unclean everywhere - as if some residual jism from their three raping cocks had seeped permanently into her soft, inner folds. She felt as if she could feel their warm cum nestled deep in her womb.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Mia wailed as she saw Deon and Cameron start to leave. But Emmett just put his hand over her mouth. He petted her pussy with his other hand and told her to be quiet.
Meanwhile, as Deon and Cameron exited the room, the leader called over his shoulder, "Keep the bitch up here for a few minutes. I want to have the special 'toy' all set up for our hot, sexy girl when she comes down those stairs."
What special 'toy' was he talking about? Mia wondered. The possibilities terrified her. When Mia struggled a bit, Emmett tied Mia's wrists together firmly in front of her with a length of rope. The next few minutes were a cruel torture of anticipation. A tiny sliver of Mia actually felt excitement. That scared her almost as much as the thoughts racing through her mind.
'Where is all this leading? What are they going to do with Noah once he wakes up? What if Noah doesn't wake up!?' Fear somehow managed to dovetail with the latent lust pooling between her legs, though. She felt like someone had lit a terrible, unholy fire deep inside her loins. Right and wrong had been replaced by primal, feminine instinct. The need to be dominated. To submit. To be controlled...
"OK, we're ready for the white bitch. Bring her down," Deon called.
Emmett grasped her by the arm and tugged her down the steps with him. They walked out into the wide-open living room which was furnished with two huge, comfy coffee-colored sofas. Hardwood floors stained a deep red contrasted beautifully with the furniture. At first Mia frowned. She saw a duffel bag opened, with odds and ends splayed around it. But that wasn't what made her knees go weak. That wasn't what made the young woman nearly pass out right then and there. Mia's blue eyes looked imploringly at her captors.
"No. You can't...it's not...possible," she breathed, half in awe, half in horror.
There, in the center of the living room, sat a saddle-shaped device lined with rubber. Springing up out of the center of the device was a long, thick rubber shaft colored bright pink. It had to be a full foot in length. And that wasn't the worst part of it. The shaft was covered in a series of ribbed layers - sharp, little bumps EVERYWHERE. The further down the shaft, the more pronounced the ribbing became. The phallic monstrosity took Mia's breath away. The gorgeous young blonde trembled as Emmett guided her towards the device. Meanwhile Deon laid down the ground rules.
"Listen up, bitch. Me and the boys are going to play some poker to relax - but lucky YOU, little whore, YOU get to be the added entertainment." He gestured at the obscene rubber dildo. "You are going to hump that big cock like a cock-teasing slut. I want full eagerness from you, like the fuck-slave you are. Oh, and I forgot...we have one more way to make your ride on 'Cuntsplitter,' as we affectionately call him, all the more memorable." Deon took a vial of some liquid from the duffel bag. Unscrewing the lid, the black man poured the contents on the tip of the giant dildo. Then he rubbed the oily fluid up and down until it coated the entire length.
"This is a special hot sauce, diluted with just enough oil to give the shaft some extra lubrication for your young pussy. As you bust your cunt on the shaft, you are going to FEEL more than just the size of the shaft, bitch. You are going to feel the hot sauce. It's going to be a FUCK unlike any you've ever had in your young life."
"No! I won't. I won't do that!" Mia wailed. Meanwhile, her libido gently prodded her. The traitorous whispers of that same libido made this awful, horrific prospect seem almost enticing. The idea that she might be forced to experience something totally new sent a shiver of excitement through her sex. She looked away though. She wouldn't acknowledge it. Never.
"It looks like this bitch needs convincing," Cameron muttered.
"Oh, I've got that covered," Deon purred. He took a pistol out of the duffel bag and came over to Mia. He grasped her by the neck. As she gasped, he pressed the barrel of the gun directly against her quim. The metallic barrel of the weapon felt so cold pressed against her cunt lips. "You want me to put a bullet in your pussy, bitch? You've got two choices. You can have hot sauce in this cunt or you can have hot LEAD. Which is it going to be?" The deadly sheen to his eyes made her practically melt in fear. As if her libido and her fear were somehow locked into some complementary dance, Mia was stunned to realize that she was turned on by Deon's threat. It was enough to make her question all her assumptions. It was enough to drive her mad.
She finally did the only thing she could do. She surrendered. She felt her pussy quiver as she sighed. "OK, please, don't hurt me. I'll do it. Please..." Deon stood back and spread out his hand in a gesture that said, 'Go ahead. It's all yours.' The girl approached the saddle slowly. Ever so gingerly, the lithe blonde straddled the huge rubber penis. She positioned her labia just above the cruel, bulbous-shaped head of the rubber cock. She spread her bound hands carefully on the front of the saddle to keep herself upright. She looked down at the obscene member, which actually looked more like the manhood of a sadistic god. She felt the tip tickle the opening of her pussy and then, readying herself, she prepared to slowly engulf the shaft inside her soft folds.
She took in the first few inches. Biting her lip, the young blonde felt her cunt enfold the uppermost part of the pink dildo. Then she lowered further...further...and further still...until she had nearly encased the entire dildo inside her sex. Nearly. But it wasn't enough. Cameron had crept up behind her. Now Deon growled, "Help the slut get ALL the way on it. We don't want to see any of that shaft peeking out when she bottoms out her pussy on it. Make her bust that sexy cunt. Come on, Cameron, help this bitch learn to fuck like a good slave." As he said this Cameron's hands slid over Mia's slim shoulders and pressed down - HARD. With one swift movement she felt herself slam down the rest of the way onto the phallic masterpiece. There was a moment of extreme discomfort followed by intense lust that made her cream up almost instantly on the huge cock. Then she was moving her hips, pumping her young sex up and down, up and down, letting the oil do its work as the shaft sped up into her slit like a thrusting sword.
She began to moan, "Oh...Oooohhh...Ahhh!" but then something happened. A few seconds passed and the hot sauce began to take effect.
"Oh god! Oh fuck! AAAHHHHH!!!!" Mia squealed. She cried out as the hot sauce felt like a sudden inferno had singed the walls of her cunt. Her pussy convulsed on the shaft as the burning sensation filled her loins. It wasn't pure agony. It was bittersweet agony. The gorgeous blonde could feel the burn of the hot sauce combine with the delicious friction of the ribbed dildo to create the most conflicted brand of pain and pleasure racing through her helpless body.
"AAAHHHH!!! AAAAYYYY!!!!" she screamed as the hot sauce made her eyes water, but the intense pleasure in her snatch only grew. Her cunt juices trickled down the shaft even as she felt it hammering upward towards her cervix. Even as she felt the hot sauce penetrate her deeper and deeper until her screams and her furiously pumping body became one. The three black men watched as the slender girl humped the pink dildo with panicked fervor, her breasts bouncing violently as she impaled her pussy hard, again and again, while the hot sauce burned inside her loins.
"AAAAAHHH!!! PLEASE! NO MORE!" she squealed. "MERCY!" Tears streamed down her face, but her darker half begged for more. She screamed louder as the hot sauce filled her pussy, and the faster she pumped her cunt on that tall, rubber slab, the more the hot sauce spread until it reached every corner of her love-hole.
"NOOO!!! AHHHH!!!! AAAAYYYY!!" she screamed, her supple cones topped with hardened buds of arousal that seemed to mock her cries. She couldn't handle the assault of stimulation inside her poor, ravaged cunt. She felt like she was going to pass out.
And meanwhile, the three horny young black men just watched.
