Shannon and Ashley Part 1
This is the story of how my husband Dan made my fantasy come true, and possibly ruined our marriage. Dan and I were a happily married couple for nearly three years. We met while I was completing my clinicals for my nursing degree and he was starting his career as an accountant.
He is tall, dark and handsome and a lot of fun to be with while I am an outgoing petite, fit blonde. We quickly fell in love and married just 2 years later. Our sex life was an integral part of our relationship and we enjoyed spontaneity, openness and adventure. We sometimes watched porn together and often talked about what we liked, desired and fantasized about.
Dan shared that he had some BDSM fantasies and I shared that I sometimes fantasized about being a stripper. I pushed him and asked if that was his darkest desire and he admitted that he also secretly wondered what pegging would be like. In turn, he pushed me for my darkest fantasy and I eventually shared that I sometimes masturbated while imagining being taken by a group of men and manhandled and used for sex.
To some degree, we helped each other explore those fantasies, I would occasionally handcuff him to the bed rail and sensually control our sex, and he sometimes asked me to perform a striptease routine for him. I got so into it that I actually started practicing my moves!
But what surprised us both was one evening when Dan forcibly grabbed me, pulling my shorts and panties off, holding me down on the floor and shoving his dick into me. I came almost instantly and I came multiple times. It was incredible and it unlocked something inside of me, making me desire that rough uncontrolled sex even more. We discussed it and I wondered out loud if it made me wrong, but Dan supported my desires and said the sex was great for him. And as it happened several more times, the rougher Dan was, the more intense the orgasms were for me.
I decided that I needed to return the favor to Dan and I would venture to an adult bookstore and buy a harness and dildo to help him explore his pegging fantasy. I was actually kind of aroused by the thought of taking him and started to plan the evening in my head. As I drove home from the hospital after my night shift in the ER, the last before my long weekend, I figured I would go shopping for a new lingerie set and adult toys after I got some sleep.
I woke up early and I was already excited about the events I had planned and could feel the stir of arousal between my legs. I got out of bed and decided to put on a sexy thong and bra, then pulling my gray sweats on as well as a pink T-shirt, and headed downstairs to make some coffee before heading out to shop.
As I sat at the kitchen island, I noticed a small white unmarked van pull into the driveway. I wasn't expecting anyone and the men just sat there. I figured they were at the wrong address, but after 10 minutes I decided to call Dan at work and ask him if he had scheduled anything. Dan didn't answer and when I looked out through the front window, I noticed that one of the two men was no longer in the front seat.
I decided I needed to go out and ask them who they were. I threw my hair up in a bun, set my coffee down and grabbed my flip flops even though it was nearly freezing outside. I grabbed my phone just in case. As I walked out through the front door, the man in the driver's seat seemed focused on a clipboard in his hand and apparently didn't notice as I approached.
Unexpectedly the sliding side door of the van opened partially. I paused, expecting someone to exit the door, but then stepped closer to look inside and ask who they were. I noticed the back of the van was empty except for a man in jeans and a hoodie with a reflective yellow vest on. I peeked my head in and said, 'Excuse me, who are you?'
Suddenly I was thrust into the van, a hand on my head and hip, pushing from behind, the man inside grabbing my arm and pulling me in. I struggled and screamed, kicking and throwing elbows as the door closed. They worked together to pin me down as the driver pulled out of my driveway and sped out of my development. I continued my fight but they were both larger and stronger than me, either one would have been able to pin me down alone. One was above my head, holding my biceps and the other at my feet holding my ankles, stretching me and holding me down on the floor of the van.
They rolled me over onto my stomach, pressing my face into the thin blanket between me and the cold metal floor of the van. They released one of my ankles and I began to kick at my attackers, not willing to give up, not knowing what was going on. He quickly gained control, pinning my legs in place with his larger body. I then felt a hand in my waistband, quickly pulling my sweats over my ass. It was then that I began to beg them not to hurt me, not to do anything. I pressed down with my hips and thighs but that was futile as my sweats were quickly down to my knees.
One of the men spoke, 'Look at what the whore wore for us,' as he put his fingers under the strap of my thong. The other men laughed and I felt my panties being peeled from between my cheeks. I continued begging them to stop but they didn't acknowledge any of my pleas, rather I felt a finger stroke my pussy and then violate me, plunging in and out several times. I screamed and tried to kick, thrashing my body, but the grip of the men only tightened. They commented on how wet I was and for a moment I wondered why the fuck I would be that way.
But that thought was interrupted as the finger withdrew from my pussy then quickly pressed against my ass, pushing uncomfortably in. I squirmed but the man at my head moved and sat on my waist, pinning me in place while he pushed my shoulders into the floor. Even though he thought his finger was lubricated with my juices, it burned as he pressed it in. I had never had anal sex and never allowed any man, not even Dan, to explore my ass and it hurt. And it was even worse when he added a second and then a third finger.
Everyone was silent as I continued to beg them to stop, listening to them breathing and the sound of the van driving, occasionally slowing and accelerating. The man pulled his fingers out and I then felt the cool, soothing sensation of lubricant on my ass and I panicked thinking they were going to penetrate my ass. I couldn't see what they were doing, I just felt my buttocks and thighs being pushed and pulled with fingers and hands between them. Then I felt something large press against my anus, and I screamed 'No,' but it kept slowly pushing in.
It took a long moment for me to realize it wasn't flesh. The pain grew and I continued to scream at the men until they finally paused and broke their silence telling me it would be easier on me if I relaxed, and that I would certainly thank them later for this.
I started to ask them what they meant, what was later, what were they doing to me? But they again were silent and continued to push the item into me stretching my asshole further and further, the burning growing in intensity. Finally the largest part passed through and I quickly realized they had inserted an anal plug into my bottom.
'Say thank you,' one of them demanded. I told them to fuck off.
An extremely hard smack hit my bottom, causing a tear to well up in my eye.
'You better figure out quickly that things will go better for you if you do as your told. Now fucking say thank you.'
I refused and my ass was smacked twice even harder, before he demanded again. I remained silent and they began to repeatedly smack my ass with open hands, ensuring that both cheeks were stinging in pain, tears now running down my face. But I continued to refuse to thank them.
'I should've figured that you'd have to be so stubborn, but you'll figure this out at some point.'
With that said, they flipped me over and I struggled as they pulled my sweats and panties the rest of the way off of my legs. I was cold as they held me down, wondering what he meant as I felt the van traveling quickly down a winding road. My shirt was pulled over my breasts and the man at my head asked what size my tits were. I remained silent as he groped them, lifting the cup over the top of them, pinching my nipples.
'They looked like C's at the hospital, but they feel like B's. What are they?'
I refused to answer but now I was concerned with how they knew I worked in the hospital. How had they seen me there? When? I didn't have time to agonize over it as my legs were being spread apart, the man at my feet sliding between my knees. I swung my legs around, kicking him, trying to knee him, anything to stop what seemed inevitable as he worked on his belt buckle and jeans with one hand while holding me with the other.
The man at my head grabbed my hair and pulled my head holding it up, telling me to watch his partner fuck me. His erection was out and he grabbed my legs behind the knees, pushing them back so I was vulnerable. He spent no time lining himself up and pushed inside me causing discomfort. He looked down on me and fucked me, humped me, thrusting in and out rapidly like an animal. I took deep breaths, trying to maintain my composure, trying to buck and twist my hips under the weight of his body.
He laughed, 'Look. She fucking loves it. She's bucking up to meet me. She can't get enough. She's soaking wet too.'
He was right, I was wet. What the fuck was I doing? Why was my body betraying me?
Either the abduction aroused him or he had the stamina of a high school boy, but he quickened his pace and after only a few minutes of fucking me, he pulled his cock out of me and finished himself shooting his ropes of cum onto my abdomen just below my breasts. He asked his partner if he wanted to trade places, but the driver told them no, that we were almost there.
The van made a sharp turn and drove down a very rough road before coming to a stop. The driver told them to get me ready and then I heard him get out of the van. I laid there wondering if I would have a chance to get away. I began to scream for help and the men laughed, telling me that even with a bull horn no one would hear me. They grabbed my sweatpants and pulled them over my head, then lifting me by my wrists and knees.
They carried me like this through the cool outside air, exposed, until I heard a screen door open and I felt the edge of a doorway scrape against my hip and thigh. I was dropped onto what I would quickly see was an old avacado colored sofa. As soon as I was released I pulled the sweatpants off of my head, quickly looking around for a way to get out, while pulling my bra and shirt back into place.
There were 6 men watching me now, all quietly standing together in the small kitchen area of this old mobile home they had brought me to. There were two doors, one in front and one in back, and several windows with sheer curtains over them. I moved quickly to the back door and tried to open it, but it was locked with a keyed deadbolt, and the men laughed at me as I looked at the window and noticed there were bars across the outside.
'Go ahead, look around,' a a taller muscular white man said. They all looked like they were in their mid 20s or early 30s. They were all larger men, all appeared fit and muscular, four were white and two were black.
'You'll find both doors are locked and I have the only key. All the windows have bars, primarily to keep animals out, but now to keep you here. And I'd advise you not to break a window as the heating in this place isn't very good and you'll be very cold, especially only wearing that. Go ahead and look around. Get used to your new home.'
