Tim was tired. His body had become numb. Being tied to the chair, unable to move with those nylon ropes having effectively restricted all his movements save for his wrists and his buttocks, had given him the cramps.
But what did bother him the most was the fact that his penis had become uncomfortably erect at the sight of the man having his way with Sam. True, he did feel sick with the whole affair and if given a chance, he would surely have killed the man. But he felt humiliated that he actually had an erection. Damn it, he thought, his wife was getting raped; though technically, the man had still not had actual intercourse with her. What the man had done so far, in Tim's opinion, was far more degrading than what could have been had he just performed the 'conventional' rape.
Tim had never identified with rape and whenever he read about it or saw such scenes being depicted in movies, he had felt sick. (It was okay, he thought, to use rape purely as a medium of fantasy when he was making it with his wife). And that was precisely why he felt so humiliated about the fact that he had erected when he witnessed the scene.
He consoled himself that the erection could have been as a result of having watched his wife, a truly beautiful, desirable and sexy woman so exposed. But he realized that he was kidding himself.
After the man had spurted his seed all over Sam's body, Tim, for the first time, felt strangely excited. For the first time in that room, he yearned to ejaculate. And that was what was making him feel so degrading and guilty.
When he saw the look in Sam's eyes, he understood that she had climaxed. Maybe she hadn't enjoyed the man doing it to her – right from the time that the man had put his mouth over her sex following it up with a finger, to the time he had finally inserted his organ between her breasts and spurted his sperm, Sam did not actually look like she was in any kind of pain. At least, that was what Tim thought. Hell, she must have enjoyed it.
Again, he imagined what would have been his condition if a gorgeous woman had forced him to have sex with her in the presence of Sam. He couldn't help but feel almost sorry for her.
The man had casually brought a handful of towels from the bathroom.
"Now, slut, I'm going to untie you, ok? But I want you to know that if you begin to get ideas of escaping, you are sunk. Forget just the acid, my pals outside are itching for you to try getting out of here. But first, let me have that shower."
The man walked back into the bathroom and stood under the spray of the four showers with the door wide open and the couple stared at him as he cleaned himself up.
"That was great, fucking great! We got to do it all over again. What do you think, Tim?" the man was grinning as he rubbed the soap all over his body, paying particular attention to his groin, maybe just to tease them, Tim thought.
Tim couldn't answer simply because the man had still not removed the tape off the shocked man's mouth. Sam, lying trussed up in the bed was staring into the bathroom, and this meant that Tim couldn't see her face as his chair was on the other side. He could see her breasts, large and proud, still heaving and the puddle of the man's sperm dribbling over her breasts and down to her belly. The place between her legs was wet too and her vagina was wide open.
"Poor Tim," the man mocked, standing under the shower to allow the water to wash the soap off his body. "Son of a bitch can't tell us how horny he is and how he can't wait to jack off!"
Tim dragged his eyes away from his wife's nude body and stared at the man.
Finished with his shower, the man stood beside the bed, near Sam and on the other side of Tim, now toweling his body. His much-abused penis had finally become limp and lay dangling between his legs. It looked much smaller now.
"Your turn for a shower, slut," he said to Sam. "I'm going to release the bonds and I would like to remind you what I had told you would happen if you were to try something funny, something I wouldn't like. Neither, I assure you would my friends like it, and yes, they must be just as eager to take a shot at your cunt!"
He tossed the towel over his shoulders and bent down over Sam, his hands working at the ropes that tied her wrists to the posts. "You be a good girl as you have been so far and I promise you better things. We need some food now, at least the two of us, considering that we have been having such strenuous exercises!"
When her hands were finally freed, she brought them together, rubbing her wrists to get the circulation going, still staring at the man.
"Next time, my pretty little whore, you are going to do the moving, see? I would like you to crouch over me and fuck my cock with your tits, okay?"
She glanced at Tim who was staring at the man.
"Okay?" the man repeated, pausing with his hands on the bonds that held her feet.
Hurriedly she tore her eyes away from her husband and nodded at the man. "Y-yes," she whispered.
"Speak up," he commanded. "And give me the entire answer!"
"Yes," she said more clearly now. "I'll do what you say."
"And what did I say just now?" the man leered, enjoying her discomfort.
"That you wanted me to be above you and do you with my breasts," she replied, this time, blushing. She had nothing against his type of language and in fact, she enjoyed dirty talk, as did Tim. But this man was after all a complete stranger.
"Did I say it like that, Tim?" the man mimicked her. "Say it like I asked you to." His voice was whip-like when he uttered the command.
"Yes, I will fuck your c-cock with my tits," she declared.
The man chuckled, and satisfied, he began undoing the bonds. "No closing the bathroom door. Did I? Next time around, I want you to do a lot of talking, my sweet whore. This time around, I guess I did most of the talking, huh? And while you get ready for round two, I guess maybe I'll have to talk with my pals waiting outside. Their cocks must be bursting inside their pants." He laughed and then glanced at Tim.
"Don't lose hope, pal. You are going to have a shower as well even if you did not have the kind of exercise that your wife and me had. But maybe, just maybe, I'll set you free to do that only after my pals have a piece of that swell pussy!"
For the first time, Sam ventured forth to ask him a question.
"Please, may I ask you a question?"
The man was delighted. "I was thinking I was talking to a computer. They answer only if they have been previously programmed. Way to go, honey pot! Fire away your question. Only, you know which ones cannot be answered."
"D-do y-you r-really mean t-that your friends are a-also g-going to..." her voice trailed off.
"Fuck with you?" he finished the question for her. "But of course, baby. Didn't I say you were going to be raped? Certainly, what we did just now wasn't exactly rape considering you so enjoyed it! And let me tell you, bitch, you will enjoy my pals too! You ever had more than one cock around you bitch? Just think of it. One up inside your hot little twat, another fucking your pretty little mouth, another maybe up your ass and we'll figure out how another could fuck those big tits of yours. If there's a problem, you could take turns blowing out one cock after the other while a pair jams both your holes down there. I'm sorry. I should have said gang-banged, not raped."
