In the last story I told you about how we had taken Carol "dogging" and how I loved seeing her being abused by several guys. She was under the influence of a drug at the time and she wasn't aware of what was going on. The next morning she didn't remember anything. It was fantastic watching her getting fucked, but I kept thinking about the time in Nigeria when she had been detained on trumped-up drug charges by black policemen and forced to perform degrading sex acts. She had been fully aware of everything that went on, and to me, this was far more sexually stimulating than seeing her perform when drugged.
I discussed this with Mike and Rob and we came up with this idea. How about getting some friends to play the role of burglars? They could get into the house during the night. They could threaten to physically injure me if Carol didn't do what they told her. This way, I could watch her getting raped and humiliated and the guys could enjoy her body and have her in any way they wanted. Mike and Rob would not attend in case Carol recognized them, even if they were disguised. In return for all the times I had let them use Carol, this was the least they could do to repay me.
Rob knew a couple of black guys at his body building club who, he said, would be more than pleased to help when they knew there was free pussy to be had. However, they asked for $200 each and I thought it would be worth it. We decided that they would wait outside the house until I arrived with Carol on Friday night around 11p.m. Then they would force their way into the garage when I parked the car. They would be armed and they would pretend to want to rob us. I would give them some cash and they would then get interested in Carol. They would blindfold her so she couldn't see my reactions and we would play it from there. They would fuck her and humiliate her and make her suck their cocks, but they wouldn't hurt her. However, they could slap me around a bit to make it look more realistic. It seemed foolproof and I couldn't wait.
Friday night we went out to dinner with a couple of friends and Carol was looking so beautiful. She wore a short tight red dress, black stockings and high heeled black shoes. I knew that under the dress she was wearing a black bra and panties. We had a good meal at the restaurant and a lot of fun with our friends. All through the evening I had an erection thinking about what was going to happen to Carol later on. I was once again going to see my lovely wife forced to have sex with complete strangers while I watched. She was in a very happy mood and I got so turned on thinking that very soon she was going to be crying out for mercy as the rapists made her submit to their perverted desires.
We got home just after eleven o'clock. I waited as the garage door went up and then drove in. We got out of the car and Carol pushed the switch to close the door. As it started to come down two black guys ducked under the door and confronted us. One of them was holding a gun and the other had a big, wicked-looking knife.
Carol screamed "Oh no, please, don't hurt us."
"Leave us alone please," I cried, "I'll give you all the money I have on me."
The garage door was completely closed by now. "Get in the house and don't make a noise or I'll blow your fucking head off," the guy with the gun snarled. He opened the door and pushed us through into the hall and on into the living room.
Carol was crying and he told her to shut up. I took out my wallet and gave it to him. He rummaged through it and said, "What the fuck is this? Thirty-five dollars? You've gotta give us more than that you son of a bitch, how much more you got in the house?"
"That's all I have, I swear it," I told him. He put the money in his pocket and told the other guy to take a look round. I put my arms around Carol who was now white-faced and trembling. "Please just go away, I won't call the police." I knew it was all a set-up but it was so realistic I was kinda scared myself, especially as I had never seen these guys before. Then a thought hit me like a rock; what if they really were criminals and not the two I had been expecting. My mouth went dry, but I was reassured immediately when he stood behind Carol and gave me a big smile and a wink.
The guy with the knife came back and said he hadn't found anything. "Jesus Christ," he shouted, "are we only gonna get thirty-five fucking bucks?"
His partner pulled Carol out of my arms and pushed her against the wall. Tears were running down her face and she was sobbing. I could see that she was terrified.
"Thirty-five bucks ain't enough lady," he told her, putting his face close to hers. "You're gonna give us a lot more, but not in cash. We're gonna make you pay us in another way."
Carol gasped, "No please, don't do that, please leave us alone and go away."
"Guys, do like she says, for God's sake. If you want you can take my car", I pleaded.
"You shut the fuck up, asshole," the guy with the gun shouted and slapped my face so hard it stung and brought tears to my eyes. He pushed me down onto the sofa.
Carol screamed out, "Don't hurt him." She was shaking like a leaf.
"We won't hurt him sweetheart," he grinned, "just as long as you're a good girl and do everything we tell you. You understand bitch?" he shouted, holding the gun under her chin. Carol nodded and looked beseechingly at me.
"Dave, do I have to do it?" she implored, "I can't believe this is happening, it's like a nightmare."