Taken And Turned

I'm awoken from a deep sleep being pulled off the bed to the floor. The room still dark in the early morning hours, and I'm dazed and can't see in the darkness being surprised as my right arm is pulled hard lifting me to my feet. I see shadows in the faint light of the streetlamp seeping through the blinds as my eyes adjust. There're two shadows. One on either side of me barely a foot away. So close I feel the heat emanating from their bodies. My nightgown is grabbed and pulled opposite the one holding my arm tugging and stretching as the fabric strains. The tautness pulls against my fat belly and large breasts getting tighter by the second until a loud ripping fills the room as my gown leaves my body.

I begin to gain my senses trying to pull away hoping to reach the gun cabinet. The hold on my arm feels like it's bruising as the grip tightens. I feel a sharp blow to the left side of my head knocking me dizzy. Falling to my knees as my legs give way the one holding my arm reaches down grabbing the waist of my panty. I feel them tug upwards pulling the gusset into my crotch and up my crack. I stand feeling the fabric splitting my labia digging into my body as it pulls forward tighter and tighter. I'm on my tiptoes quickly before hearing the fabric straining before tearing away. Another blow to my belly doubles me over collapsing me face down onto my bed. My head hits something laying, and I think of my husband who was sleeping beside me.

He's not moving as I touch him with my hands shaking him as a large hand pressed down on the small of my back pushing me into the mattress. The light pops on, and I see my husband lying motionless with his eyes closed. His chest rises and falls telling me he's breathing, but he doesn't stir when I shake him. My head is pulled up by my hair making me arch my back as the hand holds me down. I see a glass bottle and needle on the nightstand beside him. My ass cheeks are spread wide as I'm pulled, and my legs are kicked apart until I know I'm exposed fully. I hear a phone click a few times before my head is pushed back to the mattress. Then a second goes by giving me a chance to jump over my husband to the cabinet.

I'm quickly pulled back in place where my hands are handcuffed behind my back. A collar is affixed around my neck before I'm pulled to my feet by my hair. I see one of them from the corner of my eye just before a hood is placed over my head. He is large and muscular dressed in all black from his mask to his shoes. A hard pinch on my right nipple is followed by the same on my left leaving the sensation of something hanging from my breasts. I then feel a tug in my nipples pulling my breasts off my belly lifting them as I'm pulled forward. I'm led down the stairs and out the door to a vehicle which I'm pulled into. A cold metal shackle is affixed around my ankles before my legs are pulled apart making me almost fall over. Something is wrapped around the base of my breasts tightening them painfully. They are soon lifted pulling me to my toes. I hear the motor start, and the vehicle begin to sway. Every bump and every turn pulls hard on my breasts. My overweight body creating so much tension it feels my boobs are pulling off me. I fight to stay up on my toes but it's an impossible feat. I don't have the leg strength, and before the vehicle slows to a stop I'm hanging solely by my chest. My breasts numb and my skin stinging under my weight I hear the door open.

My ankles are released with the shackles still attached I'm lifted to my feet easing the ache in my chest. My nipples are again pulled leading me over grass and gravel into a warm place. My cuffed wrists are pulled upward behind my back making me bend forward while the pressure on my nipples pulls them toward the floor. My legs are pulled apart as wide as they will go holding me in a very awkward position. I hear something metal scrape across concrete right in front of me. The hood is removed, and I see an older man with a large belly and graying chest hair sitting with his crotch mere inches from my face. I'm grateful he's wearing black leather pants along with his black leather mask. He just stares at me while the two men set a table and a large box by his right side. With a wave of his hand they walk away closing a door as they leave.

The man stands after we are alone opening the box slowly. He makes sure I'm watching as he reaches in pulling out a leather flogger. Next is a riding crop followed by a wooden paddle with tacks sticking from it. I shake my head and struggle as I cry knowing I'm going to be hurt. I see him pull a remote from his pocket pushing the button. A surge of shocks burn into my throat making my body shake uncontrollably.

I feel the pulses surge through my entire body as they make my muscles tense rapidly. I'm grateful when the shock stops. The shaking of my body pulled hard on my nipples until the clamps were tugged off so he knelt beside me picking them off the floor, and then walked behind me. I could hear him moving around a bit before he returned holding something in his left hand. His right hand grabbed my left breast squeezing it slightly before his fingers pinched my nipple. I looked away feeling violated feeling another pinch on my nipple. When he stood I looked down to see a metal object dangling from my nipple. It was silver and about four inches long. It looked like a big oval with the ends pinching my nipple almost flat between the little circles in the ends.

"My dear Michele, I've waited for this day for so long." He says holding a second pincher in front of my face.

i know his voice from somewhere, but I can't place it. He repeats the pinching with my right nipple as I again look away. My mind trying to decipher where I know this man from.

"So fat, and so beautiful. You've played hard to get for way too long my dear. I can see how turned on you are just by the wetness running down your legs. You want this, don't you?"

I remain silent, but my sobs are becoming more pronounced. I know I can't stop my body and mind from reacting. I just don't know how he knows this about me.

"It's okay. You don't have to admit it." He whispers in my ear as his finger slips effortlessly making a moan slip between sobs.

I feel him digging deep into my vagina with his finger before he twirls it inside me. Then he pulls it out shoving the finger into my mouth.

"Taste your cunt. I know you like it." He taunts as I suck his finger.

His voice doesn't sound even remotely familiar, but his wording does. I can't place it though.

"You told me you liked it rough, and as wet as you are I can't deny. The tears seem a bit out of place, but that's okay. You said that when we finally got together you'd let me do anything I wanted since you're so submissive, but I can't leave any permanent marks. You don't like ugly scars, remember?"

I do remember. He's the man from California that I've been chatting with on the adult website. He seemed so sweet for a guy almost 70 so I thought some harmless flirting and sharing of fantasies was okay. I look up at him knowing who he is.

"She remembers. That's good. You'll also remember that I said I'd never leave ugly marks on such a beautiful big body like yours, and I must say it looks much better in person."

He walks behind me, and I hear him moving metallic objects for about a minute before he returns.

"I think you're going to like what I have in mind." He says holding a long steel needle in front of my face.

He reaches down grabbing the clamp on my right nipple pulling it towards himself while constantly looking me in the eyes. I watch the needle drop down to my stretched breast fearing that he's going to skewer my breast like we once talked about. I watch as the tip of the needle presses against the flesh of my nipple inside the clamps circle.

"Don't worry pretty lady. I promise to go slow."

And he does too. I watch the skin of my nipple poke more and more through the opposite side of the hole in the clamp. Then a sudden pinch as I see the needle appear through the other side of the clamp opening. He reaches down with both hands. I feel my boob shaking and pulling slightly until I feel the clamp release. My breast falls free, and the dull ache in my nipple begins. I look down, but I can't see past his arms.

A second later he had my left boob, and I watch the needle slowly push through my nipple. He again shakes and jiggles my tit a bit before it's set free just to feel the dull ache emanating from both my nipples. When he sits back I look to see shiny silver barbells attached to my pierced nipples.

"That looks better than I thought. You'll keep them in until I say you can remove them. Do you understand?"

I nod my head in defeat.

"You're a quick learner, but I think im still going to make sure you remember."

He presses a button and after a few minutes the two men return lifting me to my feet and removing the handcuffs. Metal shackles are locked around my wrists before my arms are hoisted over my head. My legs are again parted being chained to the walls hanging me by my wrists.

I watched him walk to the box picking up the flogger. I could see as he oiled the leather tails deliberate in his every move. When he turned back to me he just held it up to my face for a few seconds before he let it cut the tender flesh of my bosom. The sting and burn are more than I imagined. I scream and twist as fifty lashes cut from my neck to my crotch before he finally stops. My body hangs exhausted. My tears run down my face dripping my salty tears to my flogged breasts making them sting more. His cold hands begin to lightly touch my breasts and belly. His fingers chilling where they touch right down until I feel the cold rub over my clit and push into my vagina.

Slowly his finger glides in and out while his palm runs across my clit making my body shudder as it becomes willing for his touch. The burning in my skin accompanied by his touch is creating a one-of-a-kind sexual sensation that has my body on edge, but just before I can feel any release his hand pulls away. I look at him sure he can see the need in my eyes. His fingers touch my lips opening them as his finger pushes over my tongue. I taste myself as I clean his digit wanting and wishing it was back in me finishing me. When he picks up the wooden paddle I know he has other plans. He releases my ankles binding them together letting me stand flat on my feet. Then he stands behind me running his cold hand all over my ass cheeks.

Without warning I feel the paddle crack across my ass hard lifting my left cheek before dropping it quickly. My body jumps and shakes feeling the burning pain shooting up my spine. A second swat lifts my right cheek before my body has endured the first. One after another the blows crash down until another fifty had been delivered. My legs are unable to hold me up so I again hang by my wrists.

Before I'm completely unconscious I hear him say, "This was fun my dear, but like I've told you before I'm not going to fuck your pretty pussy. I'd rather it get punished properly. I'll be in touch."

When I come to I'm being carried through my bedroom door. My husband is laying there in the darkness. The light comes on as I'm laid face down beside him, and I see he's tied and very alert. The two men stare down at me for a minute while my husband mumbles through a gag struggling against his bonds. I feel my legs open and fingers softly touching my bruised and sore crotch. It hurts feeling the tickling next to my exposed slit, but I feel my body wanting more. The touch slowly rises until it's gently pressing against my asshole. My hips push back lifting off the bed pushing the finger tight to my hole. I close my eyes feeling the touch so gently explore my nether regions making me moan with need.

My husband's struggling keeps me from losing myself in the pleasure, and the twinges of pain remind me I shouldn't be enjoying it while adding to the pleasure. More hands begin to touch and explore my welted body creating a feeling that has my hips rocking with need. My husband by my head feels so far away. The touching stops so I look back wanting more, and I see two muscular black men standing behind me wearing nothing but masks. My eyes are drawn to the two large hard cocks pointing right at me. They look so thick and hard. The brown shafts topped with dark glands that have a mean looking slit looking right at me arouse something primal deep inside of me. I see their length, knowing my body is desiring them, arouses but scares me.

They kneel on either side of me rubbing the hard sticks gently on my ass cheeks while their touches again ran down my ass crack to my clit. I can't help it as my hips raise to their touch wanting more and more while the moans become more urgent from my soul. I close my eyes feeling a finger start to push into my anxious pussy. My hips hold submitting fully. It plunges knuckle deep making me moan loud while my body shudders with need. He holds it inside me while my hips rock fucking it a few seconds before I'm left frustrated. I hear my husband in the distance moaning while a glistening finger is held in front of me. My mouth opens tasting the wetness covering it.

I feel my hips being lifted, and my body is pulled until my crotch is hovering over my husband's face as I straddle him. The blanket is pulled from between us letting me see his flaccid dick under my face. I hear him moaning under me as the fingers touch and tease my ass and pussy. I hear myself begging for relief reaching out for a cock as one kneels beside me on the bed while the other stands beside the bed to my left. I find the one to my right wrapping my fingers around the turgid shaft stroking it gently. He tries to pull my hand away, but I don't allow it. I have to touch it. To feel it pulse in my grip. A firm swat on my right ass cheek makes me wince releasing my hold.

I need more than the finger tickling my sore slit. I need more than the occasional pushing and teasing of my asshole. I need relief. I hear my voice begging for a fucking while my husband stops struggling under me. The man to my right moves kneeling in front of me with his raging cock inches from my mouth. His hand rests on the back of my head, and I feel my mouth open as he pushes his cock in. He tastes so good and I need to have all of him. His hand rubbing my head as I gag and cough trying to swallow his length. The bed shakes as the second man climbs behind me straddling my husband's head. My body pushes my hips back hoping for satisfaction.

He places the tip of his cock at my entrance, and my hips rock feeling it sliding along my sore labia. It feels so sexual and good that I suck harder on the cock in my mouth while my hips rock hoping the cock will fill me. It slides up and down teasing me. My moans sound more strained and needy. I want so badly to push back but the salty taste of the cock in my mouth is something I can't do without. I think I hear my husband's voice moaning urgently in the far distance, but I can't be sure. The noise of my need is all of can hear and see. The tension deep inside me that needs to be released is my everything. My hands grab two very hard ass cheeks, and my nails dig into them as I pull him to me feeling his cock pressing into the back of my mouth.

I hold him tight while I push my ass back taking him with me. The cock on my pussy moves with me teasing me. A frustrated moan leaves my body as I try once more to push back on the cock. My ass cheeks spread wide under the pressure of his grip. The cool air contrasting the heat emanating from my needy pussy. The hard glands touching me spreading the warmth all over me. I hear myself begging for him to fuck me. My husband's muffled voice miles away I finally feel my labia parting. I moan in thanks as my vagina opens wrapping him tight as he slowly fills me so full. All I can do is moan like I'm in heat with my mouth and pussy full and still in need. Feeling his hair's tickle my clit just before his balls crush against it elicits the first wave of my impending orgasm.

My hips push back pulling the cock from my mouth impaling me on the other. I move forward sucking the cock into my mouth while the other pulls from my needy puss. I need them both so I'm quickly rocking trying to have both. I can feel them trying to restrain themselves, and I rock harder feeling my lust becoming my personality. It's all too sexual, yet I need it. Primal yet sensual. I want nothing more. I need this satisfaction. I need relief from the growing tensions inside me. My moans are non-stop, and hands grab my hips crushing and squeezing in his grip as he begins to return my thrusts. The hand rubbing my head soon is gripping my hair pulling my head close as the ass in my hands clenches over and over.

I am soon feeling them fucking me good. Their cocks both poking into my body making it feel like they're going to touch in the middle of my guts as they stretch me wide. My tension reaching the breaking point so quickly my body is shaking. My moans even sound wanting to me when I hear them. The cock in my mouth pushing deeper making me lose my breath little by little as it jabs into the back of my throat. The cock feeling so deep in my pussy it's hitting my cervix making it hurt so good. I feel his bitter salty cum blasting into my mouth so I swallow it in gulps. Feeling him pulsating in my mouth and his load hitting the back of my mouth while tasting the salty goodness breaks the damn inside me holding my orgasm.

With a muffled moan I swallow hard as the waves of pleasure shake me to the core. The jiggling and shaking while my vagina clenches around the cock inside me sends me to heaven. It's so intense and so satisfying that I lose myself in the moment. I hear a grunt behind me, and feel a heat build deep inside my orgasming vagina. It feels so right and so good. Still in the throes of ecstasy the cock leaves my mouth while the other finishes me. I look down seeing a smaller cock under me that's hard and pointing to my chest. That's when I remember my husband under me watching me orgasming on the cock inside me, and seeing it filling my womb full of his seed. I can feel the dick inside me twitching and the last of his cum shoots into me.

Then as he pulls out I feel my vagina hanging open while his seed leaks from my sex. I hear my husband asking something, but my ass is pushed down silencing him with my pussy. I feel a tongue start licking my sore and used hole massaging it so good that I suck the dick under me in pure lust. It was barely in my mouth before a huge load of sour semen fills my gizzard. It tastes so bitter I have to spit it out so I spit it right back on the still throbbing dick under me. I look up to see the men walking out the door while the tongue massages my sore and stretched puss making it feel so much better. I quickly feel another smaller orgasm ripple through me before I roll off falling into a deep sleep.