Shattered Paradise Ch 03

As I pulled into my driveway after a long day of work I was pleased to find the reassuringly familiar sight of my parents' BMW parked in front of my two car garage. I parked next to them and wearily climbed out of my own Mercedes. My parents had been helping out with my son since Stephi was is no condition to look after him during the day by herself. Well, actually, my mother looked after him while my father looked after Stephi.

Stephi had changed a lot during the year and a half it took to find her and bring her back home. She had been tortured and brainwashed and so far her recovery had been hard and slow. I took her to a therapist twice a week who specialized in PTSD and reversing the kind of mind conditioning Stephi had been subjected to.

As I entered my house I was greeted by the welcome laughter of my son as my mother played with him on the floor. They had some blocks out and as my mom concentrated on building a tower my son took great delight in knocking it down every time she stacked more than four. I expected them to be alone and was surprised to find my father watching with a amused smile on his face from the loveseat.

"Hi Mom, Dad," I greeted them both before collapsing to my knees next to my son and engulfing him in a warm hug. "Is Stephi upstairs," I asked.

"Yes, son, she is," my father answered guiltily.

I heard a thump come from the room Stephi and I shared upstairs and looked at my father quizzically. "Alone?" I questioned.

"No," my father answered looking down at the floor in embarrassment.

"Your brother came home this morning for a surprise visit and insisted on helping your father out today," my mother apologized.

I almost dropped my son in alarm at my mother's admission. I didn't blame my dad, really. He was no longer a young man and looking after Stephi took a lot out of him. But the therapist had warned me about the type of care Stephi would need and I knew my brother was incapable of giving it to her. Don't get me wrong, I loved my brother, Johnathan, but like all young men his age he could be a self-centered jerk much of the time.

I handed my son back to my mother, and as unhurriedly as I could make myself appear, headed upstairs. As soon as I was out of eyesight of my parents I took the steps two at a time growing anxious at what I would find. I pushed the heavy bedroom door open that I'd had installed to help keep the noise from bleeding out of our room. I thought I had prepared myself but when faced with the scene in front of me I still froze in shock.

There on the bed was my sweet Stephi doubled up under my brother as he savagely hammered his cock in and out of her pussy. It wasn't like I didn't expect to find them having sex, that was after all what Stephi needed help with, but the brutality with which my only brother fucked my lovely bride was disturbing.

No one had realized the true damage that had been done to Stephi's mind until several weeks after she had been home when I went back to work. She had been watching our son alone and as soon as he was down for a nap she had abandoned him to look for random men to have sex with. When I got home from work and found her missing, I feared that Steven had taken her again and called the cops. Our car was quickly found however outside an adult shop with Stephi inside the shop taking on all comers in one of their video booths.

She had already been seeing one therapist who then referred us to her current therapist. He specialized in sexual trauma. Stephi now craved sex and would do almost anything to get it. I took several more weeks off work until her new therapist said it would take years for Stephi to recover, if she ever fully recovered, and that the only treatment, along with therapy, was for Stephi to have loving and caring sex instead of being used like a slut as she had been for the previous year and a half.

My parents volunteered to help in any way they could and the arrangement had been made so I could go back to work. My brother found out a short time after and also agreed to help which we all willingly accepted at first until I discovered exactly how he was treating her. When I complained to the therapist he said that my brother's help wasn't ideal, but then asked what I'd prefer: Stephi having sex with my brother, or Stephi wandering the streets having sex with unknown men.

Given the two scenarios there was no real choice but my parents and I stopped encouraging Johnathan to help and only accepted it when we absolutely needed it. Today was not one of those days and as I stood there and watched him use my wife like a two-bit whore I got angrier and angrier. But her therapist had cautioned about showing anger around Stephi whenever she was having sex; she mustn't ever feel ashamed of the act or it would help fuel her need for it.

I stood there fuming for a second or two before stepping into the room. My brother turned his head towards me with a shit-eating grin on his face. Stephi ignored me as she had been conditioned to ignore anyone or thing she wasn't engaged with sexually. "Hey brother," Johnathan called out between thrusts. "Just helping Dad out today," he grunted.

I didn't know what to say and just remained standing there speechless which he took as tacit approval of what he was doing with my wife. He had her on her back with her knees nearly pinned to her shoulders lifting her butt off the bed so that he could pound down into her open pussy with all his weight. Johnathan stopped looking at me and put his face back next to my wife's. He whispered in her ear words that I couldn't hear because of all the noise from their bodies slamming together.

I was about to enter the room properly and ask my brother to stop when I heard, "Sorry Son," come from my father at my elbow. I had been so engrossed with the goings on in the room that I hadn't heard him approach. Johnathan noticed our father as well and turned his head back to face us both with the same grin still across his face. He nodded at our father in greeting but was fucking Stephi so hard now that he could only manage a grunt at first.

"I forgot to mention," my brother finally managed, "my frat is throwing a party this weekend and I asked Stephi if she'd like to attend. Lots of guys there who'd love to help her out," he added with another grunt. "She'd be the only woman there," he continued. "She could just wait for guys in my room."

As he was talking I could tell Stephi was getting more and more excited, no doubt imagining what it'd be like at the party servicing all of Johnathan's frat brothers and their friends. Stephi rarely spoke during sex anymore but she still groaned and gasped her enjoyment and right then she was letting my brother know she was enjoying every bit of his cock going in her. Pinned down as she was she couldn't really move but she didn't need to; my brother was moving enough for both of them.

I stood transfixed as Stephi's entire body convulsed and strained underneath his and I knew my wife was cumming from my brother's attentions. My father put his hand on my shoulder. "Let's go back downstairs and let them finish," he suggested quietly.

I nodded glumly in agreement and turned to start to leave. "Good idea," my brother said. "I'll probably be awhile. I've already creamed her three times today and the next one feels a good way off. We can talk about the party after I've finished." I wanted to shout at him and tear him off my wife but Stephi's recovery was more important than correcting my brother's churlish behavior. As my father and I walked back down the stairs I reflected on how our lives had turned into this bizarre sex-filled mockery of normalcy.

During therapy Stephi had related much of what happened to her after Steven had stuffed her into that suitcase and walked out of camera range. She's not sure how long it had taken to wake up, but when she finally did, she was still zippered up in the suitcase and panicked. She said she screamed and tried to break free of the cramped confines but no one came and she was unable to free herself.

She eventually wore herself out and she was able to determine by the noises she could hear outside the case and the constant rolling movement that she was on some sort of ship. She lost track of time while locked away but she doesn't believe it was too long because just about the time she felt the overwhelming need to relieve herself the case started rolling and she could hear muffled voices. A short time later the case stopped and she was let out.

Steven was there, along with two other rough looking men who helped her out of the case and held her arms. Stephi laughed when she related feeling self conscious of her nudity and upset that the men holding her arms wouldn't let her cover up. She was on some sort of cargo ship stacked high with shipping containers. The ship appeared to be half loaded and they were standing next to one of the containers that was on the outside edge on the bottom of the stack.

The container had an extra door on the side that stood open and she could hear the sound of other containers being loaded on the ship. Stephi said the ship was huge. She had only seen such a large ship from a distance and was certain that they had to have been at the port.

"Well Stephi, I'm afraid you're going to have to pay for your husband's curiosity," Steven told her. She tried to kick and scream but one of the men clamped a large dirty hand over her mouth and they were too strong for her to break free. She was dragged into the open container which was mostly empty except for a dirty mattress on the floor, a bucket, a metal table bolted down, and a chain that ran down one wall to the mattress.

"Strap her face down on the table," Steven commanded the two men. Stephi struggled against them but again to no avail. The table wasn't very long or wide and was the perfect size for a human torso and little else. Her arms were attached to the legs of the table at her wrists with metal cuffs as were her legs at the ankles and knees. Her head hung over the edge the table and her feet were resting on the floor of the dirty container. She pulled at her bonds after she was secure to gauge their strength and found them tight and too strong to break.

Steven walked over to stand in front of her and pulled her head up by the hair forcing her to look up at his face. "I'm sorry about this but your husband needs to be taught a lesson," he apologized. "If you behave and prove that I can trust you, I'll allow you to be moved over there," he added indicating the dirty mattress in the other corner. "That means no yelling, screaming, biting, and of course no trying to escape." Stephi didn't reply but stared at him angrily for several seconds before he sighed and let go of her hair.

"Keep the door closed and locked until we're under way," Steven addressed his men. "After that the door can be left open. Let everyone know her cunt and mouth are free for use but no getting into her ass. And no damaging her; she's going to fetch a large amount of money on the market as long as she's in good condition. Get a blanket and keep her covered when no one's using her; I don't want her getting hypothermia." As Steven talked one of the men put the bucket on the floor between her open legs then the three of them left closing the door behind them leaving her in complete darkness.

Stephi cried for several minutes after they were gone until she had no more tears left. Eventually her full bladder got the better of her and she had to pee. Having no other option she just let it happen and most of it landed in the bucket beneath her while the last trickles ran down her leg. She's not sure how many hours she was alone in the dark with the door closed but the table grew very uncomfortable. Her legs ached and it was difficult keeping her head raised with nothing to support it. Eventually she gave up and let it hang over the edge until it started pounding from all the blood running to it then she alternated between keeping it up and letting it drop down.

By the time she heard the latch on the door start to unlock she was prepared to do anything to be allowed to go to the mattress no matter how dirty it was. "... finally going to get up in this bitch," she heard a man say as the door began to open. "I've been walking around with a hard cock all day. Did you get a look at her ass?"

"Yeah," another voice said. "Too bad the boss says 'hands off'. Probably saving it for himself. You know how much the boss likes screw a tight asshole."

"You gonna do her mouth while I fuck her?" the first one asked as they entered the container. Both men were behind her and she couldn't turn her head around enough to see them. She was so embarrassed she wasn't sure she wanted to anyway. She was just relieved that someone had arrived that could unlock her and let her off the table.

"Naw," the second man replied. "I don't trust it yet. Did you see the way she glared at the boss? She still might be in the mood to bite. Just remember our deal; you go first but you pull out. I don't want to stick my dick in your slop."

It was still dark in the container so it must have been dark outside but a few seconds after she heard their feet walking on the metal floor of the container she was bathed in the harsh glow of a flashlight from behind. "Remind me to set up some lights so we can see this beauty. I usually don't care but this one...this one I want to see while I'm doin her."

"Yeah," the second man agreed. "Aww look she pissed," he complained. "I'll get the hose."

One set of footsteps retreated while the other and the light approached. She took a large intake of breath when seconds later a hand touched her ass. "Please...please," she croaked. "I promise I'll be good. Please let me down," she pleaded.

The man touching her ass laughed. "Sorry slut," he said, "boss's orders. Your to stay just as you are until he says you've had enough and I can tell you it hasn't been near long enough. Maybe he'll let you off in about a week."

The other man returned. "Stand aside," he said and the hand on her ass was removed. Then a hard jet of cold water hit her backside and thighs causing her to jump and strain at her bonds as she let out a loud gasp from the shock. It hit her so hard it was actually painful. Thankfully it was over quickly and she was just left wet and shivering. The man with the hose retreated again while the other one started patting her dry with a blanket.

"The boss said that was to keep her warm," the man outside complained. "You're getting it all wet."

"Don't matter," the guy drying her off said gruffly. "I'm just using a corner. She'll stay warm. Besides, I don't think she's gonna be alone that much."

"Yeah all the guys seemed eager to spend time with her," the guy still standing outside the container commented.

The man closest to her came closer again and put his hand back on her ass while he undid his pants with the other. She hung her head down and looked under the table and saw her own bound legs with the man's legs standing between them. His hand flashed into view occasionally as he manipulated the button and zipper of his pants. A few seconds later his loose pants slid down his thick hairy legs and audibly hit the container floor.

Stephi couldn't see his cock from her vantage point but she could tell he was stroking it while feeling up her bottom. Then she felt the rubbery tip of his cock nosing against the entrance to her vagina and she shivered uncontrollably at the rude intrusion. He lodged the head in at the entrance then gripped her waist with strong rough hands. She cried out in pain as he powered his hips and cock forward into her dry vagina without any regard for her comfort.

It seared into her, tearing at her delicate flesh as it advanced mercilessly forward. "So tight," the man groaned behind her. He pulled back giving Stephi a bit of relief but she felt his grip on her waist tighten followed by the return of his painful cock ripping into her again. "Aaaaarrrggg!" she cried out as tears formed in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

"Be careful!" the man outside cautioned. "Remember what the boss said about hurting her?"

"Yeah, but he also said she likes it a bit rough. Don't worry, cunt's just a little dry is all. I'm not doing anything that'll cause permanent harm." He pulled back again and then rammed it forward. "She's already starting to get warmed up," he commented.

To Stephi's chagrin it was true. Her body was responding to the rough treatment despite her sore and aching muscles and the searing pain in her vagina. What was wrong with her? Why did she enjoy the pain and humiliation of being used so callously by men? Why did she get off when they talked about her as if she were there solely for their pleasure and had no regard for her as a person?

His continual hard thrusting didn't give her time to contemplate the questions swirling through her mind and they were soon forgotten as his entry became easier and easier. Her face began to flush as her heart beat faster and faster in response to the hard cock plunging in and out of her juicing quim. "The bitch is starting to like it," the man commented to his companion who was still standing outside. He pulled his cock all the way out and let some of her growing moisture ooze out before fisting it back into her cunt. He sank all the way in to the hilt with a groan of satisfaction and then began fucking my sweet wife in earnest. Stephi gasped and groaned with him as the pain went away and she was left with only the pleasure of having a firm cock ramming in and out of her now willing cunt.

"That's it..." the man groaned out, "the little slut is wet now...good pussy..." as he continued to pound in and out of her restrained body. Stephi's ears burned with shame, embarrassment, and a bit of excitement. Her breathing became ragged and her arms strained against their bonds as she yearned to bring a hand to her clit to press it tighter against the invading member plunging in and out of her pussy.

Just as she thought she might actually cum from the assault, the man fucking her suddenly pulled his cock out with a loud grunt and placed the slimy member between the cheeks of her bottom. She could feel the length of it pulsing as the man continued to grunt loudly and warm wet splashes fell on her back and hair. "Fuck that was good," the man said and Stephi felt his cock leave and watched from beneath the table as he bent down to pull up his pants.

"You finished?" the other man asked stepping back into the container.

"Yeah...yeah," the first man confirmed a little out of breath.

Stephi felt used, embarrassed, and more than a little humiliated as the men switched places and the second man stepped up behind her and dropped his own pants. Unable to move she was little more than a toy to masturbate themselves with. She had only a few seconds to catch her breath before the new cock was forcing its way up her cunt. This time the entry was much easier and the man didn't have such a tight painful grip on her waist.

Stephi felt her impending orgasm start to build again making her feel self-conscious and ashamed. Her face burned and she tried to deny what was happening, tried to hold it back but she couldn't. She didn't want these men, these strangers, to know that they were making her experience the ultimate pleasure; she didn't want them to have the satisfaction of knowing they'd made her cum.

She bit her lip and attempted to stifle her cries but eventually her gasps and groans were too loud and she couldn't hold them in. Her body stiffened and strained against her shackles and the man fucking her paused with his dick buried to the hilt in her pussy. "The slut is actually cumming!" he exclaimed to his friend.

"Told ya," the other man responded. "The boss is always right about bitches like her."