Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18.
Chapter 1
Today had begun as a day like any other, an early start, preparing the kids for school, breakfast and then the school run. Then back to the house to jog together and then work from home, but at that point things had changed. As soon as they stepped through the door, the two men were on them, pressing cold blades to their throats and warning them to remain silent. Too shocked to think, let alone do anything they were both zip-tied, hooded and led to the garage.
After being shoved inside the trunk of the family SUV, they were able to speak as the vehicle left the garage and the sound of the engine and the road allowed them some privacy.
"Are you ok?" Whispered Tom.
"No, I'm not ok, we're being kidnapped, what the hell is happening Tom, what did you do?" Shot Rachel.
"Hey, this isn't me, I don't know what this is about," Tom lied.
"What are they going to do to us?" She asked.
"I don't know, just stay calm and don't lose it," Tom urged.
Right then the rear seat hatch opened into the trunk and a hand grabbed Rachel by the hair.
"Keep quiet, or you'll be sorry," a voice lashed. The seat hatch was closed, and Rachel and Tom spent the rest of the journey in silence.
That journey lasted what felt like hours but was in fact less than 30minutes, the SUV rode on asphalt roads for the most part, the final stretch bumping along a rough track until they came to a halt and the engine stopped. Footsteps moved around the vehicle until the trunk opened and rough hands grabbed them by the arms, dragging them out and pushing them both from the daylight of their surroundings and into what sounded like a large indoor space.
They were pressed down onto wooden chairs and with the lights still out, they felt the hoods being lifted from their heads. Rachel's hood was quickly replaced by a tight-fitting blindfold whilst Tom was led to a wall, pushed with his back against it and his hands strapped to hip high fastenings with his feet restrained shoulder width apart. Into his mouth was placed a gag, he wasn't used to being gagged and the sensation made him want to vomit.
The sound of footsteps continued again, and a light switch was thrown, blinding Tom for a moment, and then as his eyes became accustomed, he saw his captors at last. This was bad. Tom recognised the leader as Marek, one of the men he had been laundering money for.
"Listen very carefully. You are both here to be punished, if you speak other than in answer to my questions or if I do not like your answers you will be punished further," Spoke Marek.
"Listen to me you fuckers, you let us go or," was as far as Rachel got before the leader brought a riding crop crashing onto her breasts, eliciting a scream of pain from her and she dropped out of the chair and down to the floor.
"Get her up," called Marek and the two other men in the room grabbed her arms and stood her up.
Rachel struggled weakly, still reeling from the lashing. Even through her blouse and bra the crop had stung her skin like fire, and she was faint with the pain.
"Strip her," yelled Marek and the men began to literally tear the clothes from her, one of them holding her arms up and together from behind, the other two grabbing handfuls of material and ripping it from her body until her blouse and skirt lay in tatters at her feet. Marek stuffed her lace panties into her mouth.
Tom yelled in her defence through the gag but only succeeded in making the feeblest of noises and making himself gag in the process.
"You keep yourself in good shape Rachel, how often do you work out?" Asked Marek.
"I train every other day," replied Rachel, staring at the floor in shame at her exposure to these strangers.
The man holding her arms behind her back pinned them closer together and forced her chest out, pushing her 36d breasts outwards, the long dark curls of her hair partially covering them. Tom noticed she had shaved her pussy almost bald again, leaving only a thin track of hair above.
Rachel was shaking now as Marek walked over to her, Tom's view was obstructed by the man's stance. Marek's hand reached down in front of him and Tom could see Rachel begin to struggle, her face contorted and looking pleadingly in the direction she guessed Tom was, grunting through her own gag. The grunting lasted for a minute until Marek stopped and walked back to a chair and sat down, licking his fingers. Tom could see her partly shaven pussy, looking swollen and red, and he realised he had just watched another man fingering his wife.
"She's tight down there, you're a lucky man," Marek said through his grin to Tom.
"You fucker," screamed Tom through the gag, inducing further retches, and burning his wrists as he fought the restraints.
"What was that Tom, you want me to fuck her?" Smiled Marek and he nodded to the other two men who dragged Rachel to a mattress on the floor.
They removed her gag and she was pushed face down on the sheets and shackled to chains that were welded to the floor above and below the mattress. The shackles were positioned such that she could only get comfortable on all fours. Her ass being pushed up into the air and her tits swinging beneath her torso.
Marek kneeled behind her; Rachel's blindfolded head whirled around at the sound of his zipper.
"Please don't. Tom, please help," pleaded Rachel.
"Pass me the riding crop," Marek instructed, one of the men handed it to him, he raised it high in the air and brought it down hard on Rachel's ass flesh.
She let out a sharp scream and began sobbing into the mattress, the sensation of the whip was white hot.
Marek dropped his pants and positioned himself behind Rachel, he spat on his fingers and rubbed her pussy lips, Tom could see he was rubbing her clit with his index finger whilst the fingers of his other hand pushed inside her.
