Chapter 25. George/Others. (October 2009)
It was a couple of months after my encounter with George and Kev, see Chapter 19, before my work took me to the town of P again and the short meeting proved to be as stressful as before. Heading back towards the motorway after a lunchtime snack I saw the turn off I'd taken on my previous visit and, curiosity getting the better of me, impulsively took it. There was the track, still looking as overgrown and unused as it had two months earlier, although the gate had disappeared altogether by this time.
OK, I'd seen the spot, just turn and head for home I thought. Turning into the gateway I stopped and was about to reverse when I saw the big old van parked outside one of the derelict buildings. It had been hidden from view as I approached the turn.
I knew the guys were at work on a large scale renovation project, George had told me as much when berating me for blocking the gateway, and seeing his van I paused, thinking. Then in an instant my resolve not to get mixed up with them a second time melted away and I changed from reverse gear to forward.
The guys had been rough with me before and I surmised that they would be again but despite that, or more probably because of it, I drove towards the building.
I felt very nervous, there's no denying that, as I parked beside the van. Climbing out I hesitated, it was now or never. Quickly turn and go or face the consequences of staying. In some respects the decision was taken out of my hands when George emerged from one of the buildings and started walking towards one of the others. Spotting me he quickly came over to where I stood uncertainly beside my car.
"Thought you'd be back," he grinned, taking my wrist.
"I'm only here to collect my property."
"Your property as you call it is in here." George said, pulling me towards the barn he'd been heading for.
God he was strong and I felt weak at the knees as I stumbled along behind the guy thinking that once in the barn I'd be completely at his mercy. He'd be able to do whatever he wanted with me and I'd be helpless to prevent it. The excitement I felt about that was weird, it was as if I wanted to be mastered and subjugated by this rough and ready guy dragging me towards the barn and almost certain violation.
It was as we rounded the front of his large van that I saw the two other vehicles for the first time and could hear the sound of hammering and voices. Stopping in my tracks I told George I'd changed my mind and was going.
"Oh no you're not girl. You want it and you're going to get it."
He continued to drag me, roughly now, towards the door from where I could hear the noise increasing. Just how many guys were in there? What was I getting myself into I wondered.
George propelled me through the open door and I stopped dead, really frightened now as my eyes took in the 6 guys at work there. I turned to leave but found my escape barred by the powerful George who pushed me back inside saying, "Here's the tart I was telling you about lads. Reckons she's come back for her knickers."
He pointed at the wall where I saw my panties hanging from a nail.
"What she's really come for though is another good fucking so let's not disappoint her lads."
The guys crowded round and even in my alarmed and confused state I could see that Kev wasn't amongst them.
"Help me get her knickers off to hang with the other trophy lads." George said, hauling my skirt up.
"No, no." I protested weakly and ineffectually as of course there was little or nothing I could do against the number of hands plucking at me.
In a matter of seconds my panties were off and hanging on a nail beside the first pair.
"I'll have quite a collection if you continue your visits." George grinned.
He was at my rear and holding me in a bear-like hug, arms pinned to my sides, and there was absolutely nothing I could do as the many hands explored under my skirt.
"No, no, let me go you beast!" I stuttered, feeling hands forcing my legs apart, many fingers probing inside me. "There won't be any more visits."
"You don't mean that girl, you loved a bit of rough treatment the other week, wouldn't have come back otherwise would you?" he leered.
I continued to put up a token struggle until he jeered, "You want it really. I bet you've had more pricks than a pin cushion."
"You're right there George, nobody's holding the tarts legs open now and her cunt's wet and gaping."
"Be gaping even more by the time she's had seven cocks up it," another voice said amidst much laughter.
"There's two ways you can play this girl. Either strip willingly so your clothes remain intact or the lads will take 'em off for you, in which case I can't guarantee the condition you'll find them later."
The guys were crowding round and I felt an incredible number of hands between my legs as I told George in a faltering voice that I'd undress myself. I felt defeated and at their mercy, but deliciously so.
"Good girl, you know it makes sense."
He let go of me and the guys fell back a bit to stand in a circle grinning when I began undressing.
After hearing about the initial encounter hubby had encouraged me to revisit the place as he felt confident that no real harm would befall me. He couldn't have known I'd be confronted by seven guys though and the excitement I invariably feel to find myself the object of men's lust was tempered by a fear of the unknown.
I stood amongst them naked and watched in fearful wonder when George carried my clothing from the building with the words, "You'll get these back when we've finished with you but that won't be for a long time yet."
He was only absent a few minutes but by the time George returned it was to find me on my knees holding two cocks while sucking a third.
