And then this happened...
I'm off work for two weeks. Tomorrow my fiancé, Roger, and I are heading to the beach where we will be getting married on Saturday and spending the following week on our honeymoon. Since Roger is working today, and I'm already packed, I've decided to spend some time working in the yard. It's a warm day, so I'm wearing a pair of cut off shorts and a red tank top. My long brown hair is tied back in a ponytail. Since I live in the country and have a long driveway, so I'm not worried about anyone seeing me I didn't bother to put on a bra. The mailman stopped by before 9:00am, so I should be alone until after six.
The only other traffic I ever see, well, actually hear, are the dirt bike riders that trespass over the hill from my house. Occasionally they use my driveway as a shortcut. I hate the sound they make when they drive by, but have long given up on trying to stop them. Calling the cops wouldn't help because they would never arrive on time. Plus, we really don't want cops around here because my fiancé and I have a nice marijuana garden behind our property. While pot has been legalized, we grow way more than what is legally allowed. We're not drug dealers, but we do sell a lot to close friends, so we don't want to draw any attention to our home. That's also one of the reasons we don't like the dirt bikers cutting through. I'm always afraid they'll find our plants and steal them.
I hear the sound of a vehicle approaching. I stand up in time to see a beat up, brown, extended cab pickup truck with a bed full of equipment approaching. It stops by me and the driver steps out. He's a rugged looking man who looks to be in his 30's, probably close to my age--I'm 36--he has curly brown hair and hasn't shaved in a couple days. I see three other men in the truck. A white man with short blond hair, a bald black man, and a shorter guy who looks to be central or South American. All of them look to be late 20's or thirty-ish
"You must be Toni Burns" the driver says, after looking at my mailbox. I guess he thinks reading my name off the box will make me think that he somehow knows me.
"Thats's me." I reply. His eyes look me over and I am suddenly awkwardly aware of my protruding nipples poking through my thin tank top. I fold my arms across my chest trying to hide my c-cup breasts as best I can, wishing I had put on a bra.
"I notice your driveway needs work." He says.
I say, "yes it does, but we're not ready to do anything about it right now. If you have a card leave it with me, and I'll give it to my fiancé and he can call you sometime when we're ready to do something."
He looks back at the truck and the other three start getting out. He turns back and says, "We can walk it and check things out and I can give you a ball park figure for future reference."
"No thank you." I reply. I'm getting an uneasy feeling. This guy is creeping me out, so I walk over to the gate where I left my phone. "You guys just need to get the fuck out of here."
"No need to be rude." He tells me.
"Damn, look at that ass." One of the men says to his buddies, just loud enough for me to assume he wanted me to hear it.
"Excuse me." I snap, turning around as I pick up my phone.
"That ass is great, but those tits are even better." The black man says.
"That's it, get back in your truck and leave before I call the police."
The driver rushes me before I expect it. I try to back away, but hit the fence. "Grab some rope out of the back." He says, as he grabs me and wrestles the phone out of my hand. I try to knee him in the groin but miss completely. The black man runs over and helps him to pin me against the fence while the blond guy and the Spanish guy grab some things from the bed of the truck and run to join them as I struggle to get free. I yell for help, but there is no one anywhere nearby that can hear me. "Let me go, mother fuckers!"
The black man goes around the gate and pulls my arms, jerking me across the top wooden rail. Being 5'8", and laying on my belly, my feet are off the ground. The driver drops to his knees and grabs my right arm through the fence while the black man holds my left arm and the other two hold my kicking legs. I cuss them out as the driver takes some rope that the others brought him and stretches my arm out and ties my right wrist to the bottom rail by the gate. Then he steps through the gate and comes around in front of me and secures my left arm in the same way.
He stands up and starts tugging on my tank top. "Let's see how those titties look."
"Stop it, mother fucker!" I shout.
He pulls the tank top up until it slides over my chest. He then stretches it until he pulls the front up over my head. I panic momentarily as my face is covered, but then he pulls farther until the front of my shirt passes over my head and settles across the back of my neck. I scream when he begins fondling my breasts.
"Take off her shorts before we tie her legs." He says.
"No, stop!" I yell as the two men behind me start undoing my shorts and sliding them, and my panties, down my legs, all while the other two men continue playing with my tits.
Once my shorts and panties are removed they work together to spread my legs as far apart as possible before tying them to the bottom rail.
The blond man reaches down and rubs my bare pussy. "Don't touch me there!" I yell. I'm humiliated at being so exposed to these four strangers. Normally I only trim my pubic hair, but since I'm going to be at the beach, and in a bikini quite a lot, I decided to shave. My fiancé has been asking me to shave for years so I thought this would be a special treat for him for our wedding night.
The driver comes around behind me and takes his turn rubbing my pussy. I feel his finger pressing inside of me. "Please stop, don't do this. You've had your fun now just untie me and leave and I won't say anything."
"We're just getting started, lady. We're going to fuck the hell out of you."
"No, please don't fuck me. I'm saving myself for my wedding night this weekend!"
He laughs, "Don't even try to claim you're a virgin, bitch."
"I didn't say I'm a virgin, but I'm saving myself. My fiancé and I haven't fucked for almost three months to make our wedding night more special."
I'm telling the truth. We did stop fucking, although I still give him blowjobs and handjobs to keep him happy. I also stopped taking birth control pills so we can see if there might be a chance of getting pregnant before we get older.
The driver laughs again, "Well that just means you'll be nice and tight when I shove my cock into you."
"Please don't do this. I'll suck you off. I'll suck you all off, just please don't fuck me."
I hear the sound of his belt unbuckling and his zipper being undone. No, this can't be happening. I'm no prude, and I've slept with my share of men over the years. I've fucked or sucked at dozen different men including Roger, but he's the only man I've been with for six years now. And I've never been with more than one guy at a time, but now I'm facing the possibility of being fucked by four at one time. And I've never been with anyone who wasn't white. I did date a Korean man once, but we never had sex.
I feel this guy stepping up behind me, followed by the unmistakable feeling of his hard cock rubbing between my legs. "Please don't do this!"
I cry out in frustration as I feel his cock penetrating me. "No, pull it out, pull it out, asshole!"
He grabs my hips and starts slamming into my pussy. I grunt and yell again, begging him to stop.
