Greg had told Brenda several times about the gang bang she was going to get. Every time he made her confirm that she was still up for it. On each occasion she had not only said she was willing to do it, the more they talked about it the more wild their sex became and the more excited she was.
Tonight she was walking the short distance from the bus stop to Greg's. It was dusk. Brenda had left work an hour ago, had a glass of wine in her favourite bar and rung her husband. He told her to enjoy her evening class and he wouldn't wait up if she decided to go for a drink after. She was feeling warm inside and a bit tingly during the bus ride. She was looking forward to another fun evening. She loved it that she had a life that nobody in her other life knew about.
Brenda took no notice of the white van parked near the front gate. She flipped the latch and was about to walk into Greg's drive when everything went black. A strong hand was clamped over her mouth and she was quickly swept up. She squirmed and kicked, but powerful arms had her completely immobilised. There was a metallic clank as her body was dropped onto a flat surface. A door slammed and they started to move. She was turned onto her face. Gasping for air caused the bag on her head to go into her mouth and dry it even more than her fear had done. A handcuff was snapped onto one wrist, her arms pulled behind her and the other clipped in place.
A heavy male body pressed down on Brenda preventing her moving and squeezing the little breath she had right out of her.
"Don't move or make a sound. You'll live, but you are going to get what you deserve. Do exactly as you're told and do it quick. It won't hurt so much that way."
The voice was menacing.
"I can cut your clothes off or you can take them off yourself. Your choice. Which is it?"
"Uh...pl...please don't. I'll do it."
One of the handcuffs was undone. Her captor put his large hands round Brenda's neck, holding the bag in place on her head.
"Get 'em off. Now!"
Brenda threw off her shoes then fumbled at her tights and skirt. The van was not going fast, but the movement hindered her and the hands round her neck made it much worse.
"Get on with it or I'll do it."
"Sorry. I'm trying."
Brenda pulled down her tights and pants. The man let go f her neck and pulled one sleeve of her jacket off.
"Don't touch the bag."
He undid the cuff from her wrist and took her jacket off. Pushing a hand up inside the back of her top he grabbed the head bag while telling her to get her top and bra off. When it was done he cuffed her hands behind her back again.
Brenda heard the swish of tires on gravel as the van came to a stop. She was pushed out and she stumbled on the cold stones as she was pushed forward. Inside a warm building somebody taped the head bag round her neck and then cut a hole in it where her mouth was.
"OK cunt. Now the fun starts."
Brenda shivered. She wasn't cold now, but the unfamiliar voice was full of menace. Her mind was racing. Could this have been organised by Greg? Was this her gang bang? She was excited and scared. She desperately hoped that these were Greg's friends. The thoughts were suddenly cut short.
"On your knees bitch."
It was a different voice. A hard prick pressed against her lips.
"Suck now or you'll pay for it."
Brenda opened her mouth and it was instantly filled. The man pulled her head into him, making her gag. Her throat was filled and being fucked vigorously. Everything happened so quickly she could not get her breath.
"Do as your told and you won't get hurt." The unfamiliar voice chuckled. "Well you won't get hurt any more than you deserve." The laughter of several men followed this.
Brenda's mind was racing and sweat trickled down her face inside the bag. How many of them were there she wondered. What did they mean about not being hurt more than she deserved? A strong hand gripped her hair tightly. He was forcing her face onto his big prick, fucking her throat just as if it was her cunt. Brenda's brain lost attention on who had captured her and what was going to happen. She swirled in a dizzy trance and then she gagged as shot after shot of cum burst into her throat and mouth.
The guy grunted and sighed as he pumped the last of his cum into Brenda.
"OK guys. Line up and take your pleasure. She seemed to swallow that alright."
As soon as the softening prick was removed from her Mouth another hand grabbed her hair and a new dick was pushing into Brenda's throat. Other hands started to knead her tits and a finger probed her ass.
Being furiously face fucked and her mind reeling, Brenda barely heard a man starting to speak.
"Plenty of time fella's. All seven of us are going to fill her belly with cum and then we will move on to the next stage of this evening's fun. There's a riding crop for each of us to use and you have six strikes each. You can whip her anywhere from above the knees to below the armpits on the front of her body and from above her knees to the top of her ass on the back. When she has finished her cum swallowing we go through her in the same order with the crop. When you are ready, pick up the crop call out your own number. The bitch then counts out your six strokes. If she misses a call you don't count it and she gets more until she calls it right."
By the time he finished Brenda was trying to gulp down the second huge cum load. And a third cock was pressing her lips. As her throat continued to face the remorseless fucking she heard the group of men passing the riding crop from one to another, swishing it in the air and discussing whether to concentrate on her tits or if it would be good to give her a cunt whipping.
"I'm going to give her two on each tit and then two on the cunt." Said a voice Brenda had not heard before.
"Right, that sounds good. I look forward to seeing it. If you have warmed up her pussy with two strokes I think I might give her all six there as well. That should get her jumping."
Laughter rippled round the room. Brenda was struggling to cope with her mouth full of the fourth prick. He was big and kept holding her face in until she thought she would suffocate. Her mind was constantly turning over. Apart from the prospect of terrible pain that was scaring her Brenda had no idea how she could explain to her husband that she was covered in the marks of a beating. For some reason she assumed that she was going to get out of this and go home. Why she thought that she had no idea. With her mind drifting Brenda gagged when the massive load of jizz filled her mouth. She spluttered on the pulsing dick.
"Swallow it bitch." Her cheek stung when a large hand slapped her face. The guy forced her face into his groin while he gave her the last drops of cum. As before he was replaced with a fresh cock as soon as he was finished.
"Give her a good one mate. She's loving it. She sucks like a vacuum cleaner."
Brenda realised for the first time that she had not just been allowing these men to fuck her face, she had been working on them as she normally would when she wanted to please a man. She felt herself blush inside the head bag. At least they couldn't see her embarrassment.
The talk of whipping her continued with constant swishing of the riding crop. Sometimes so close that she could feel the wind of it when a man acted out how he was going to beat her. Forty two strokes of a riding crop from seven different men and on the most tender parts of her body. Their talk was terrifying. How could she possibly stand it?
Finally the seventh load was shot into her mouth. The guy ordered Brenda not to swallow. He told her to open her mouth and he tilted her head back. A chuckle came from several men close by. He was showing them his cum load in her mouth.
