I was awakened by the sound of my cell phone ringing. I was light headed, naked and cold. I opened my eyes but it took a second for me to focus. I could see my cell phone, purse, keys and clothes on a small table 4 feet directly in front of me. The room was dark except for some kind of industrial work light that was aimed at me from my right side. I had been strapped and chained face down to a carpet covered raised platform. My arms were stretched at 90 degree angles to my body with my wrists bound in leather straps which were locked to sturdy bolts at the edge of the platform. My ankles were also shackled and there was a thick collar around my neck. Chains attached to the collar prevented me from moving my head more than an inch in any direction. I realized I wasn't going anywhere. I could hear the man with the heavy Hispanic accent behind me whispering, "I think she's awake".

I was afraid to move or make a noise. My cell phone started to ring again. I was startled by the touch of a warm hand on my ass. I could feel a foreign object uncomfortably penetrating my ass. I gasped. Whoever was touching me began to push and pull on the object. Then without warning I received a brutal slap on my right ass cheek. I cried out in pain. "Who are you and why are you doing this to me?" I wailed. "Please don't hurt me" I begged. I could see out of the corner of my eye a nude man standing at my right side. He was dark-skinned; I assumed he was the Hispanic man. I held my breath as he lifted his hand knowing that he was about to hit me again. The blow came down swiftly on the same spot, this time so hard that the platform actually moved forward. I screamed out loudly in pain, my skin burned. Whatever was inserted in my ass slipped out and I heard it hit the floor. "Not so hard motherfucker", scolded another man with a black accent. "Please don't hit me again", I pleaded.

A naked black man, I will refer to him as "Cock Sucker" walked around my left side to the front of the table. Based on the position of my head and the restraints, I couldn't see anything above his chest. Cock Sucker was holding the object that had been buried in my ass a few moments earlier. It was a very large and thick butt plug. It was as thick as a beer can at the widest point. I must have been completely passed out when it was inserted the first time. Cock Sucker taunted me with the object and told me it had to go back in. The Hispanic man, I will refer to him as "Mother Fucker” inserted one, and then two fingers into my ass. I could feel him pouring warm lotion or oil on my sore asshole and then working it into my colon with his fingers. Knowing that my captors were serious about shoving the huge butt plug back up my ass, I didn't protest. I was shaking uncontrollably from either being cold or scared or both. I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks. My right ass cheek was still burning as Mother Fucker aggressively stretched my anus with his fingers. A flash strobe lit up the room from somewhere behind me. The realization hit me that not only was I being photographed, but there was at least one more person in the room besides me, Mother Fucker and Cock Sucker.
I was startled to hear a soft female voice instruct the men to "Put it back in!"

"Who are you?" I called out. "Please let me go. I won't tell anyone, PLEASE let me go".

"Shut that bitch up" The female demanded in a harsh and angry voice. Cock Sucker grabbed my panties from the table and wadded them into a ball and shoved them into my mouth. He handed the butt plug to Mother Fucker then grabbed two handfuls of my hair and pushed my face down onto the platform. I struggled to get a breath of air. I began to panic and struggle against the restraints. I could feel the tip of the butt plug being inserted into my tortured ass. Mother Fucker twisted the plug and pushed hard. Once the thick part of the plug was in I relaxed and went limp. The flash strobe continued to go off. The female, I will call her "Cunt Face" said "Oh that's beautiful".

My mind raced. What time was it? How long was I out? I wondered. My husband Lewis had asked me to go to Wal-Mart Saturday morning to get a printer cartridge for our inkjet printer. I picked up some other stuff while I was there. I can't go into Wal-Mart without spending a hundred bucks. I was in and out of there within 30 minutes. If it had been dark outside I would have been more cautious. I didn't pay much attention to the rusty windowless utility van parked next to my car as I rolled up with my shopping cart full of Wal-Mart shit. As I was getting ready to open my car door, the noisy sliding door opened on the van. It happened so fast I didn't see the man who grabbed me around the waist. I assumed he was trying to snatch my purse so I clutched it tightly. The man backed up and threw me onto the floor of the van. Someone else was driving. The van pulled away before the sliding door was even shut.

The van was full of painter's supplies. Plastic buckets, rollers and paint splattered drop clothes. Someone pulled a dark cloth hood over my head. I was so scared I couldn't even scream. My heart was pounding. I felt a hard object that I assumed to be the barrel of a pistol placed to my temple. It must have been Mother Fucker who told me, "If you don't do exactly what I say I will blow your fucking head off lady". "Do you understands what I am telling you?" He asked. I nodded yes.

The man bound my hands behind my back with plastic wire ties. He pulled them tightly and the plastic dug painfully into my flesh. The smell of paint fumes and solvents filled the van. I tried to keep track of the turns we made so that I could figure out where we were going, but I soon lost track. "I have some money and I will give you the PIN number to my ATM card if you let me go." I offered. I could hear Mother Fucker tearing something and I soon discovered it was a strip of duct tape. He raised the hood just enough to slap the tape over my mouth. Mother Fucker then started to feel me up through my shirt. He groped my tits roughly. He rolled his thumb over my nipples. My big nipples instinctively became hard. He took this as a sign that I was enjoying the molestation and said, “Baby you like that huh?” In truth, I had often fantasized about being taken by force. In fact you could call it an obsession. These fantasies started when I was very young. Since I first discovered the pleasure of touching my clit and fingering my pussy I had fantasies about being aggressively taken by force. The only person who I had ever felt comfortable sharing these fantasies with was my husband. Lewis and I frequently role play what I call "no means no". Lewis calls it the rape game.

The van drove for several minutes. The ride became bumpy and I could tell by the sound of the tires that the van was driving on gravel. We slowed and I heard the familiar sound of an overhead door opener. The van pulled inside and the door closed. The driver of the van exited and I heard him walk around to open the sliding door. They snatched me to my feet and led me to a chair several steps away. The sound of our footsteps echoed inside the building.

One of the men cut the plastic ties that bound my wrists and the pushed me down into the chair. My hood was removed and I was forced to drink a glass of clear liquid. I was warned not to look back and Mother Fucker said he would cut me into pieces if I did anything stupid. I assumed I was being drugged. I later found out it was GHB the date rape drug. I remember feeling dizzy and nauseous then I must have passed out.

I wondered what these people had done to me while I was passed out. I wondered how long I had been out. Was anyone looking for me? I could hear footsteps as Cunt Face walked around in front of me. I couldn’t see her face, but I could see she was white. She was wearing a black corset, fishnet stockings and stiletto heels. She slapped a leather crop impatiently against her palm. She ran the end of the crop around my lips. I closed my eyes expecting her to slap my face with the crop, but instead she pulled the panties out of my mouth. I was scared to say anything, but quietly said, “thank you”.

Cunt Face instructed the men to loosen my restraints. While I was thankful to be free from the uncomfortable restraints, I worried about what these deviates had planned for me next. I wanted to reach around and remove the butt plug from my ass, but I knew Cunt Face wanted it there and I didn’t want to upset her. Cock Sucker and Mother Fucker helped me to my feet. There was no way I was going to be able to sit down with that “thing” in my ass. For the first time I saw their faces. I didn’t recognize any of them. The female was attractive, the two men were scary looking. The Hispanic man had a teardrop tattooed on the corner of his eye. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I knew it had something to do with being a gang banger and I knew it wasn’t a good sign.

I had already noticed that both men were well endowed but the black man was particularly well endowed. Cunt Face walked over next to me and whispered in my ear that she wanted me to stroke Jamal’s cock. I guess I didn’t move quickly enough to suit her. She swung the crop before I could react. It landed on my sore right butt cheek. I heard the sharp cracking sound of the crop against my welted flesh. There was a momentary delay before I felt the burning pain. It felt like someone had poured molten metal on my skin. I cried out in pain. The pain was intense and lingering. I obediently grabbed Jamal’s big black cock with my left hand and begin to stroke it. His cock got hard immediately. Cunt Face slapped my bare nipples playfully with the crop. She then took each nipple in her mouth and sucked and bit them, while commanding me to keep stroking Jamal’s cock. I became aware that my pussy was soaked. The fear of my predicament increased my arousal. I dropped to my knees and begin to lick Jamal’s giant cock without being told to. I had a hard time getting the swollen purple head in my mouth. I heard Cunt Face tell me that I was a good girl and the she began taking pictures again.

The Hispanic Man took a position next to Jamal. He had stroked his own cock to a full erection and had one hand on the back of my head. “Suck Manny’s cock”, Cunt Face commanded. I turned my attention to Manny and took his cock into my mouth while continuing to stroke Jamal. “Such a good cock sucker”. Cunt Face praised. The men became increasingly aggressive as they took turns grabbing my head and fucking my mouth. Jamal’s cock was so big that I choked every time he thrust to the back of my throat. His cock was too fat to get into my throat. My eyes watered and I felt like I was going to puke each time he rammed it against the back of my throat. Cunt Face continued to shoot pictures and directed the men to “cum in her mouth”. I wasn’t very fond of the taste of cum. I usually finished my husband with my hand. I resigned myself to doing whatever it took to get through this ordeal and not upset my captors. Cunt Face had moved closer and began to rub my clit with her crop.

I didn’t want these rapists to think I was enjoying this because I wasn’t. Or was I? I couldn’t help myself. My clit was hard and the feeling of the crop on my clit was intense. I was starting to enjoy the feeling of the large butt plug in my ass too. I began to moan uncontrollably. “Look she likes it” said Jamal. The men started talking dirty to me. They called me a dirty whore and told me to suck their cocks. Cunt Face (CF) was now kneeling next to me. She had replaced the crop with her fingers. She fingered my wet pussy. She thrust harder and deeper with four fingers. She was hitting my g-spot. I was about to explode. Jamal jerked my head away from Manny’s cock and shot his load onto my tightly closed lips. “Open up bitch”, he demanded. I did as I was told in time to catch the second wave of his thick hot sperm. The cum shot all the way to the back of my throat and he rammed his cock inside my mouth as another big load of cum erupted. I had never seen a man cum so much. It was dripping out of the corners of my mouth and down my chin. Manny began to growl that familiar sound that guys make just before they cum. CF now had her whole fist inside me. At the moment Manny began to cum I had the first of three intense orgasms.

I collapsed onto the floor lying on my side because the butt plug was still in my ass making it impossible to lie on my back. Jamal picked me up under the arms and dragged me to a back room and threw me onto a queen sized bed. He carefully removed the butt plug and placed me on my stomach with a large pillow under my abdomen. CF took position in front of me with her legs spread and pulled my head down and forced me to lick her hairy pussy. It was the first time I had ever licked a woman’s pussy. At this point I was completely submissive and resigned to do whatever these people wanted me to in hopes they would release me when it was over. Jamal was hard again and I realized he was planning to fuck my ass. I occasionally enjoyed anal sex with my husband but my husband’s cock was less than half the size of Jamal’s. I was surprised that it didn’t hurt when he entered me. The butt plug had apparently done its job. It actually felt pretty good. I flicked CF’s clit, doing things to her pussy that I liked having done to mine. I inserted a couple of fingers in her pussy and she begin to moan so I knew I must be doing something right. Manny had the camera now and was taking pictures. CF had a strong orgasm. Her pussy clinched so hard that it pushed my fingers out.
I couldn’t believe I heard myself saying, “Please put that cock in my pussy”. Jamal pulled out of my ass and rolled me onto my back. He grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs back as far as he could. He eased his giant cock into my well fisted pussy and fucked me like he was trying to split me in half. I begin to say “NO” and “STOP” but the more I did the harder and more mercilessly he slammed his cock into me. I felt a wave of tension building in me like I have never felt before. Manny had taken a position at the head of the bed with his semi-erect cock hanging in my face. He started slapping my face with his cock. CF had retrieved her crop and was slapping my erect nipples, softly at first, but then very hard. I didn’t feel any pain. In fact I wished that Manny would whip my face harder with his cock and CF would hit my nipples harder with the crop. Jamal’s cock was punishing my cervix but it felt wonderful. I drew in a deep breath and screamed out in pleasure. My pussy clamped like a vice and pushed Jamal’s cock out. I squirted slippery fluid all over Jamal and across the room. “Oh fuck, OH FUCK", I shouted. I had heard about squirting pussies before but it was the first time it ever happened to me.

I lay there exhausted trying to catch my breath. My cell phone started to ring again. CF walked into the other room and retrieved the phone. She returned to the room and tossed it to me saying, “It’s your husband”. I looked at the display and she was right. “Answer it” CF said in an almost friendly voice.

“Hello” I said timidly. “Hello Baby” Lewis said. It was odd because not only could I hear him on the phone, it sounded like he was in the other room. Then Lewis walked into the bedroom with his cell phone to his ear. I almost fainted. The smiles on Jamal, Manny and CF’s faces let me know that I was no longer in any danger. The feeling of relief was replaced by a million thoughts and questions. “Happy Birthday Baby” Lewis said. “Holy shit! You set this all up?!” “You fucker!” Lewis pulled an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to CF. “This is Mistress Diana”, he said. “She specializes in fantasy fulfillment. Diana took a chip out of the digital camera and handed it to Lewis. Diana hugged me and kissed me on the lips. My head was still spinning. “Can we take Jamal home?” I asked. It was the best birthday present ever.