Shannon And Ashley Pt 01

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.'

The men stood together and no one prevented me from moving around as I searched for my way out. The mobile home had two bedrooms, both with queen beds, and there were no doors on the bedrooms or on the only bathroom. Every window had bars on it and when I looked outside, all I saw were trees, bare of their leaves, and I noticed the sun was beginning to set.

'Even if you were to get out, you would never make it to the next home.'

'Why are you doing this to me?' I asked.

'Isn't this what you wanted? Isn't this what you dream about?' he asked.

I asked him what the fuck he was talking about even though a voice in the back of my head was screaming 'yes.'

'It's just like a woman to get what she wants and bitch about it. You can thank your husband for sharing your deepest desires. Not with me of course, but I overheard him and I decided to make your dream come true. Or nightmare for that matter. We'll see.'

'What are you fucking talking about?' I demanded.

'This is it sweetheart. This is your fantasy. In fact, this might be your life now. You are here and you're starting to realize that you have absolutely no way out, and we are going to fuck you over and over and use you like the fucking whore you are. And when we are done, maybe we will have our friends come fuck you too. So you better get your little blonde head wrapped around that. This is who you are now.'

'I am not your whore, this isn't my fantasy, just take me back!'

He laughed, they all laughed.

'Who said you were going back?'

'I'm sure the police are already looking for me.'

'I doubt Dan will call the police and even if he does at some point, they'll never find you out here. Look, if you're a good girl, which I doubt, maybe we will take you to Dan tomorrow, or maybe we will keep you until you have to go to work in a couple of days. Drop you off just like you're dressed, right in the hospital parking lot. Or maybe I will be having so much fun that I will just keep you here for our amusement. I'm guessing that you'll be begging to stay.'

My head was spinning as I looked at the men across the room, all dressed similarly in jeans and hoodies. How did they know my work schedule? Why did they think Dan wouldn't call the police? Was Dan in on this?

'I think it's time to get started, don't you sweetheart?'

The men started to move toward me and I ran to the back of the trailer, looking for something to defend myself.

'Be a good girl and get out here and get on your knees.'

I grabbed a lamp in the bedroom and when two of the men came in the room I swung it at them, but they quickly disarmed me and grabbed my arms, dragging me in front of the couch and pushing me down onto my knees. The man who had been talking for the group stepped in front of me and stood over me.

'I want you to listen to me because this is very important. I promised not to hurt you. That doesn't mean you won't feel pain, but you won't be injured. There is one exception to that. If you bite, I am going to knock your teeth out and kick the shit out of you. Do you understand?'

I didn't answer. He grabbed my hair forcing me to look up at him, asking again. I still didn't answer, my mind was trying to understand who he promised, starting to consider that maybe this had been set up by Dan. But why the hell would Dan know people like this?

My thoughts were interrupted by a painful slap across my face. I answered him, telling him I understood, accepting that whether I wanted this or not, it was my situation. A part of me hoped that Dan had arranged this so that I would be assured some safety, a part of me hoping that I hadn't married a man that would do this.

'You know what's next,' he said as he undid his jeans and pulled out his erection. 'Now open that mouth and show us what a good cock sucker you are.'

I didn't open my mouth, rather turning my head away. Someone behind me pinched my nose closed and forcibly turned my face back towards the cock. After a few minutes without breathing I opened my mouth gasping for air and he immediately shoved his thick cock into my mouth. I refused to close my lips around it. He grabbed my head and began thrusting his penis into my throat.

'Look, I can fuck your throat or I can fuck your mouth. You pick, but I think one is going to be much more uncomfortable for you.'

Relegated to my position, I decided I had little choice and began to use my lips and mouth to suck his erection. The other men pulled out their penises as well and I knew I would be expected to please them as well. They commented on my cocksucking skills, referring to me as an experienced whore, telling me to use my tongue and my hands, erupting in laughter when I began to alternate between them. I tried to focus on the moment and not the situation I was in, trying to only think of pleasing the cock in my mouth and hands, thinking of how I pleased my husband or ex boyfriends.

I suddenly heard a phone taking pictures and looked up to see one of the men holding my phone. He told me he was creating memories for me and then added that maybe I could put these on a Christmas card so all of my friends and family would know what kind of whore I was. I became anxious for a moment that they would send the pictures to someone but I also knew I couldn't do anything about it and decided to choose my battles.

I worked the group, attempting to pay equal attention to each of the erections surrounding me. They were all nicely sized, thick and meaty, two of them were uncircumcised which was a new experience for me. Suddenly the man I was sucking, the man who penetrated me in the van, grabbed my hair and held my head in place and began thrusting into my mouth, becoming more rigid and tense before pulsing and flooding my mouth with his cum. I pulled away, gagging and coughing as his semen coated my mouth.

My coughing expelled part of his load and I swallowed what was left in my throat, and after I caught my breath the camera was back in my face.

'Look into the camera and say thank you.'

I saw no point in resisting, I didn't want to get smacked again. So I complied. They all laughed, continuing to degrade me, calling me a slut, before telling me to get back to work. They kept playing the video over and over again and I had to listen to myself thank them for sexually abusing me.

I kept sucking, thinking like a fool that maybe if I did, they would be kind to me and relent. My jaw and neck and arms were becoming tired as I had never sucked a man for this long. The men removed my shirt and bra and began to touch and grab me more than they had been, holding my breasts, tweaking my nipples, feeling my slit and roughly forcing their fingers into my vagina.

Suddenly I was pulled up by my arms and pushed back onto the edge of the sofa. One of the black men knelt in front of me and lifted my knees pushing them up to my shoulders, pinning me into the couch, exposing me, making me vulnerable. Another man reached in and played with the plug still firmly stuck in my ass, taking a picture and showing me the pink jeweled toy stuck inside of me below my shaved pussy. My hair was then pulled forward and I was told to watch as the man between my legs inserted his dark thick member between my pale lips.

He pushed in slowly, filling me more than my husband, feeling him in addition to the plug in my ass, causing my pussy to flood with moisture. I watched his black cock slowly enter and withdraw as though I was watching a porn video rather than being a participant, listening to him tell everyone how tight and wet I was, then feeling his thumb push my clit gently down towards his gliding rod.

I felt the pressure build between my legs and the rush race throughout my body, I became aware of all the men looking down on me and suddenly I began to tremble and moan uncontrollably as I orgasmed against my will.

As my orgasm subsided I realized he was cumming inside me, feeling his cock spasm as he held himself fully inserted. He pulled out and smacked my ass as the next man knelt between my legs, quickly replacing his partner inside of me. The four men who hadn't ejaculated in me took turns with me in this position, each seemingly fucking me until they were close to cumming and then pulling out. While they were doing so, they played the video they had taken of me orgasming with the black cock inside of me, occasionally holding my phone in front of my face forcing me to watch my body submit to them.