The tension in the car was palpable, both of them had been irritating each other for weeks now. Jill was pissed off by his lack career progress and shortage of money, Steve was pissed off by the lack of sex, which had fallen to zero. They had decided to go for a woodland walk, neutral territory where they previously enjoyed being together in more amicable circumstances. They pulled into the almost deserted car park, the only other vehicle was a works van with four blokes inside having their lunch. Jill climbed out of the passenger seat and zipped up her anorak, it was a bit chilly with a light drizzle falling. Steve locked the car, walked past the van and headed up the track, Jill followed but was aware of the men leering at her and she could see them passing comments, which she imagined would be quite crude.
She hurried to catch-up with Steve.
The walk through the dense wood relaxed both of them, and they made their way down the track leaving the more sparsely treed Beech Wood and into the Scots Pine where the track narrowed to single-file and the trees became more densely packed. They walked for a further 20 minutes savouring the solitude, starting to enjoy a friendly conversation about when they had last been here. Coming down the track, they saw four men approaching walking toward them, Jill thought it odd, they looked like the men from the car park.
As they approached, they let Steve through but immediately started walking toward Jill as he passed, she was some yards apart from Steve. As she passed the second man, she felt her arse being groped but decided to ignore it and moved faster through the group.
The second man said to the rest of the group, "Now that's a firm piece of meat, could enjoy fucking that."
She turned and glared at him "You'd be so lucky."
"Oh! A feisty young heifer, bet you're a squealer when you fuck."
She tried to move faster but crashed into the third man, who grabbed hold of her.
"Careful, you never know what might happen to you."
She shrugged as he released her, but as he did so he grabbed her left breast, squashing it through the anorak.
"I think its D or maybe an F Cup - looks like you were right Bob, she'd be a good tit fuck."
Stunned she, recovered her composure a swung her fist at him, screaming: "You bastard!"
Before her fist connected, her arms were grabbed from behind by the fourth man. She struggled but she was held tightly, he pushed her forward to try and limit her movement, and moved to hold her upper arms pushing them tightly together further restraining her movement, she continued to shout at the men but they just laughed. The third man proceeded to pull the zip down on her anorak.
"It's like Christmas, wonder what goodies we have in here?"
His hand moved inside the coat and massaged the right breast: "Fuck, you've a right pair here - how big are they?"
"Piss-off you perv," she replied.
"Now, now, calm down, no need to take that attitude, we are all just going to have some fun and then we'll leave satisfied and we'll be on our way."
Steve finally hearing the commotion, turned and ran back the track to save his wife. Before he could get to her, the first man turned and smashed his fist into his solar plexus and Steve doubled up in pain and collapsed on the grass. The first man pulled him up by his hair and held a knife to his throat.
"Now can we all ease up a bit, as Phil said we just want to have some fun and if we do get some co-operation from the little lady over there, nobody will get hurt. And you Rambo can just sit and watch you wife get assaulted by four very friendly weapons, or we can beat the shit out of you and still fuck her senseless. Comprende?"
Steve looked forlornly at to his wife, Phil was taking no notice of what was happening behind him, he was starting to lift up her thick woollen Scandinavian-style jumper.
Steve nodded to the first man, who said: "Good, but just for some added insurance I think I'll just tie you to that tree, but don't worry you'll still get to enjoy the action," he sneered. He pulled Steve across to the tree, who was still doubled in pain, and putting his arms being the trees, quickly produced some handcuffs and locked them on his wrists.
Jill was still struggling but to no avail and hurling expletives at her assailant. Phil carried on.
"Jesus, how much wrapping have you got on, can you pull off her coat Bob its getting in the way, and you," he said slapping her face hard "Can shut up. Did you not hear what Alan said, play along, no-one gets hurt, fail with the pleasuring and your hubbie will be minus a few significant appendages."
She stopped struggling, allowing Bob to quickly remove her anorak, he then also produced some handcuffs and quickly snapped them on her with hands behind her back.
"That was a bit stupid Bob, how am I supposed to get her top off now?"
"With this." Bob handed him a large hunting knife.
She was crying now realising that a gang-rape was inevitable.
"Aah don't cry," Phil said stroking her cheek "You've got some beautiful blue eyes and it's a shame to muddy them."
"Now where was I? Ah yes we wanted to find out how big your knockers are."
With Bob still holding her, he placed the knife under the bottom of her jumper and starting to slice it apart. Her chest was heaving with fear as she felt the blade slide up her chest. When he split the pullover, he proceeded to cut off the sleeves, as a result the woollen fell shredded to the floor. Underneath she was wearing a blue-checked cotton shirt buttoned up the front. Her breasts were becoming more clearly defined, and all the men, including Steve albeit reluctantly, savoured the deliciousness of her predicament. Phil stood back a moment an enjoyed the sight of the increasingly helpless women, her shortening breathing, her chest undulating ever so slightly quicker.
"Now what was the sweepstake?"
Bob said I thought she'd be a 34F, Alan piped up I thought a 38D but her back's narrower than I initially thought but I will stick with it, Terry, the second man of the group, said he had bet on a 36C but thought he might be wrong now looking at her.
Jill couldn't believe it, she was being assessed as a commodity, a piece of meat. She was about to speak, but Phil hushed her and said: "Quiet now we don't want to spoil the surprise for everyone. Now the thing I like second to a good fucking, is the sound of ripping cotton."
And with that he grabbed either side of the bottom of the shirt and ripped it apart, cloth and buttons flying everywhere and the shirt was stripped off in one go. She felt the cool of the breeze and the drizzle made her bra more transparent and involuntarily her nipples hardened.
"I love it when he does that, he always seems to be able to rip if off them in one single movement - quite a skill," Alan said to Steve "You're a lucky man, mate owning a pair of tits that big."
Steve grimaced, unable to believe how they had ended up like this. Alan carried on "Oh don't get miserable, we'll have her purring for more by the time we've finished and from our past experience, post-entertainment, the hubbies usually get a good screw as wifey wants to prove she still loves him."
"Now Phil what was your bet?"
