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Part Two

Chapter Four

A week had passed since the Carol Preston’s nightmarish scene in the garage with her neighbor, Sheryl, fucking her with a large, strap-on dildo while her husband and Sheryl’s husband, Mark, ejaculated onto her face. She had expected the punishment, just not the utter humiliation. It was her punishment for a night of sex she had with a total stranger. That she told her husband the man took her anally was probably a huge mistake, she thought, but Carol wanted so much for the entire truth to be out and the episode over with. She thought she had reached that point and her husband, Dean, had settled down and been satisfied with his two sessions of her punishment. However, that night, Dean arrived home from work and announced that they were having guests over that evening.

“When?” Carol asked, in utter confusion.

“Now. They are coming over now. Strip,” Dean said calmly.

Dread now filled her as she slowly took off everything except her white cotton panties.

“Everything,” he said, and she complied, not standing naked in their living room.

“Turn around. Now bend over. Spread your ass wide,” Dean ordered.

Reluctantly, she reached back and spread her asscheeks apart.

“Wider!” Dean snapped. “Do it!”

“Ahhhh!” Carol gasped, as she felt a huge, plastic anal plug being forced into her ass. Attached to the plug was a yellow, fake, fluffy fur tail. Dean then pulled some yellow, floppy ears out of the bag and fastened them around Carol’s head. He pulled a rhinestone dog collar out and placed it around her neck. He then attached a leash to the collar. He jerked savagely on the leash and pulled the slim brunette close to him, inches from his face, red with anger.

“You haven’t finished paying for your mistake. Let’s see how hot of a bitch you can make yourself tonight. Don’t say a word, all night. Your name is Foxy. And you will obey. Understand?” Dean said.

Stunned by his intense rage, and totally confused by the costume her husband had dressed her in, Carol slowly nodded, her heart now racing, flushed from the shame and embarrassment. She lowered her eyes to the floor in this new humiliation her husband seemed intent to put her through.

“Down, bitch!” Dean said harshly, pulling the leash as he dragged his wife down onto all fours on the floor.

“STAY,” Dean ordered. Carol stayed there, motionless, humiliated, as Dean stood over her. Several minutes passed in silence, then the doorbell rang, and Dean moved quickly to answer it.

Looking up from all fours on the floor, Carol was amazed at what she saw. A ravishing, black-haired beautiful woman streamed through the front door, holding a long leash in her hand. A tall, slender woman, her jet-black hair was cut short in a perfect wedge. Her dark eyes were stern and exotic, her lipstick a dark red, almost black. She wore an elegant, floor length black dress, that was slit all the way up to the front to her waist. From down on the floor, Carol could clearly see the woman’s shaved and bare sex glaring at her through the high split in the front of the dress. The woman’s large breasts poured out of the top of the dress, half of each large nipple, dark, and exposed. Carol could see her long, black nylon stockings glistening and gartered high on her thighs, as she strode into the room, her black patent heels shimmering as she stepped in.

On the leash following her was a naked man, crawling on all fours. He had long blonde hair, wild and unkempt. And he was strikingly handsome, Carol thought, and very muscular. But more importantly to Carol, he was wearing fake fur sleeves with paws on his hands and feet, brown dog ears fastened on top of his head, and a long brown tail attached to the plug lodged in his ass, much like the one Carol had in her ass. Beneath him was an enormous cock, at least 12 inches long. It was fully erect and swayed and bobbed up and down beneath him as he crawled in on his hands and knees.

“This is Rex. He’s very friendly with other dogs,” the black-haired woman said, her voice low and smooth, like liquid velvet.

After looking Carol over for several seconds, the woman stepped over and unsnapped the leash on the man’s collar. Crouching on the floor nearby, Carol looked tiny and frail compared to the large muscular man near her.

“Rex, meet,” the woman said, and the man instantly began to crawl toward Carol. Carol froze with fear, unsure what to expect. Within seconds, Rex was next to her, sniffing her ass and circling around her.

“Good boy, Rex. You like her?” the woman asked, and the man shook his naked ass, wagging the fake tail stuck in his rectum.

“Good. Now, Rex, mount,” she commanded.

Terrified, suddenly Carol was instantly topped by this muscular man dressed like a dog. There was a momentary pause and then she felt herself skewered by his enormous cock. Soon the man was fucking her frantically. Rex was going wild, pumping wildly into Carol’s cunt, faster and faster at a blistering pace, his huge cock slamming bursa escort deep inside her.

Suddenly, Dean said, “Howl if you like getting fucked, bitch. Foxy, howl like the bitch you are.”

Groaning, part out of embarrassment and part out of the fire now between her legs from the enormous cock in her, Carol moaned, “Hoooooowwwwwwlllll,” as the huge cock worked furiously in and out of her from behind.

Rex was in her for what Carol thought was an eternity, though actually it was only twenty minutes or so. The man kept fucking her madly, his fur covered arms locked tight around her tiny waist, humping and pounding away at a frantic pace until he finally exploded into her, a searing wave of semen flooding her cunt and spilling out and seeping down her slender legs. She had never seen or even imagined so much cum.

“Good boy, Rex,” the woman purred, obviously excited by what she saw.

“Heel,” she said. and the man quickly pulled his cock out of Carol and crawled back over to the towering, majestic beauty standing nearby.

“That one, Foxy, is she trained yet, to please her master?” the woman asked.

“She is new, but I think we should see,” Dean replied.

“Good. Get her to come over here.”

“Foxy, come,” Dean commanded.

The woman sat down and slid her body to the front of the armchair. She slowly pulled apart the bottom of the black dress and opened her long legs wide apart, her naked, shaved cunt now hanging on the front edge of the chair.

“Here, bitch. Come. Now lick. Lick my cunt,” the woman said to Carol.

“Do it, Foxy. Lick her cunt,” Dean ordered.

Carol crawled over, cautiously moving between the woman’s legs, her face now inches from the woman’s sex.

“That’s it, bitch. Lick it. C’mon,” Dean ordered.

Carol started slowly licking the spread cunt lips in front of her face and was soon frantically lapping away at the black-haired beauty’s open sex. It wasn’t long before the woman responded.

“YYYEEEEESSS!” she exhaled as her climax hit her. She put her hand behind Carol’s head and then pulled Carol’s face tightly into her cunt and held it there.

“Rex, come. Mount!” the woman called.

Carol could feel the man now back on top her. He mounted and was in her again, his powerful thrusts pushing Carol’s face deeper and harder with every drive into the woman’s dripping vagina. It was only a matter of moments until the woman came again.

“Mooorrree,” the woman says breathlessly, and Carol kept licking as the man on top of her kept pounding away, his enormous cock now sliding easily in and out of Carol’s dripping cunt. Moments later, the raven-haired beauty came again.

“OOOOOooooooo,” she moaned. “Good girl,” the woman said, patting Carol on the head as she stood up and adjusted her dress.

“She is unskilled, but certainly trainable. Maybe some time, you can drop Foxy off and the two can have a play day together,” she said, as she hooked the man’s leash back to his collar and walked Rex calmly out the door.

Stunned and exhausted, Carol looked over at Dean. Dean’s cock was enormous and rock hard. He suddenly dropped down behind Carol and pulled the large plug out of his wife’s stretched ass and removed her tail. He stared down at Carol’s now gaped rectum, severely stretched from the anal plug on the tail.

“You’re just a hot bitch. That’s all you are,” he said feverishly, taking a large handful of the man’s semen dripping out of his wife’s swollen cunt and smearing it on Carol’s stretched asshole.

“You deserve this for cheating on me,” he said, and he rammed his cock deep into her now gaped anus.

“AAAWWWWWW,” Carol groaned, as her husband pumped madly away into her ass.

“Now, howl, you bitch. Show me you like a cock in your ass,” Dean grunted as he soon filled her ass with his cum.

“OOOOWWWWW,” she howled.

Dean stood up, towering over Carol, now lying on the floor, cum dripping out of her ass and her cunt.

“You make a good bitch. That’s what you’re good for. We’ll look for your play date with you and Rex,” Dean said, standing and putting his spent cock back inside his trousers.

Carol lay on the floor crying at what she had become to her husband.

Chapter Five

Two nights after the visit of the stunning raven-haired beauty and Rex, Carol and Dean sat quietly at the dinner table eating, with no mention of the previous, wild sexual episode. Dean finally broke the long silence.

“My boss’s son is in college and he and two friends need some help. They seem to be having trouble with their Psychology class. They’re flunking, actually. I mentioned to my boss that you teach Psychology and maybe you could help them. There’s just three of them. I think it’s two guys and a girl. They’ve rented a cabin up in the mountains for a week to cram for the exam.”

Dean paused and took a forkful of food and put it in his mouth.

“I told my boss that you would help. This will go a long way in getting me looked bursa escort bayan at for the new General Manager promotion,” he said.

“If you want me to,” Carol said softly, looking down at her plate.

“You will be there as their tutor, nothing more. Not their mother or their therapist. Do you understand? Help them pass the class,” Dean said sternly.

“Yes,” she said, eyes lowered to the floor

That weekend, Dean and Carol rode silently for the two-hour drive to the mountains. Dean pulled the car up to the cabin and said, “Shouldn’t take more than a day or two. Text me when you want me to pick you up.”

Carol got out and grabbed her small overnight bag. She walked slowly up to the door as Dean pulled away. A young man appeared instantly at the door.

“She’s here,” the young man shouted.

A young black man appeared behind him.

“Fucking great. C’mon in,” he said, and Carol disappeared into the cabin.

Seven days later Dean’s phone lit up with a simple text message. “Please pick me up.” was all it said. Two hours later, Dean Preston pulled up to the front of the cabin. He watched as his wife came out and walked slowly to the car. Carol looked like death, with large black circles under her eyes, her mouth red and chafed. Dean could clearly see a button torn off the front of her dress.

They drove in silence for several minutes and then Dean asked, “Well, how did it go? Certainly took longer than I thought. Did they learn a lot?”

The floodgates broke loose as Carol started sobbing, her slender body shaking violently.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” she moaned.

“What? Why?” he asked.

“First, it wasn’t two guys and a girl. There were twelve of them and all young men. On the fourth day, another guy showed up to do them a favor and he stayed, so it was really thirteen men. And from the time you pulled away a week ago, until you just drove up, I’ve been fucked constantly. They fed me pizza while they fucked me,” she wailed. “I haven’t slept in a week.”

“What?” Dean said.

Carol began to describe the week that she had, as sobs and tears filled her words.

“For the first two days, I was passed around from guy to guy, bed to bed, all day and all night. I was fucked by the twelve of them, all the time, all night, as they moved me from one room to the next. The third day, they lost their self-consciousness about being naked around each other and started taking me in groups. It was the third day that everything really changed. That’s when they held me down and shaved me.”

“Shaved you?” Dean muttered.

“Yes, all my pubic hair,” she wailed. “And it was that third day they discovered that I had another hole they hadn’t fucked yet. From then on, for the next four days, I had three or more cocks in me, all the time.

“What do you mean three or more?” Dean asked, confused at what his wife was saying.

She looked down and noticed his huge erection while he was driving and the small wet spot on the front of his trouser, as precum leakage from his cock was now seeping out and through his pants.

“I remember having a cock in my cunt, another in my ass and two in my mouth, all at the same time. And that’s pretty much how it went from there on out, for the rest of the entire week.”

She continued with retelling the events of the week and realized that Dean had now ejaculated in his pants, while listening to her. A giant wet spot now filled his entire crotch. His erection was still there, huge and clearly evident in his trousers from listening to her humiliating tale.

“From then on, I was fucked constantly by the thirteen men, no rest, no sleep. I remember four of them taking turns just in my ass. That went on for hours. On day four, they tattooed me. That’s what their friend came there for,” she sobbed.

“Did you fight back. Tell them stop?” Dean asked.

“From the moment I went in the cabin until I realized it was no use, I fought back. Then I stopped,” she said and fell silent. Nothing more was said, only silence for the rest of the trip home

As soon as she arrived home, Carol crawled into the shower and stayed there for an hour. When she finished, she put on her robe and went downstairs to Dean. She was still crying, as she had been since she got in the car.

She stood in front of Dean, said “I’m sorry,” once again and dropped her robe to the floor, her thin naked body trembling. She stood shaking, her shaved bare cunt now clearly exposed. “This is what they did to me,” she said quietly, her neck and breasts covered with passion marks from the young men sucking on her flesh.

“What else,” Dean asked.

Carol slowly turned, showing her husband her back.

“Oh my God. What is that?” Dean said.

Carol had large tattoo on her right ass cheek. It was a three-inch circle, shaped like an official seal of some kind. It looked to Dean like a notary’s seal, round with serrated edges. In large letters at the center of escort bayan the seal was the word “Gangbang”. The word “Certified” was tattooed at the top of the seal and “Approved” at the bottom, in smaller letters. There was a second tattoo on her lower back. “Fuck me. Please.” was written in a ribbon scroll design across her lower back, just above her ass.

“Fuck me. Please. Why that?” Dean asked.

She hung her head, looking at the floor in utter shame.

“Because at the end, they said that’s all I kept saying,” she muttered.

“I should have known. Well, the kid will fail his class, that’s for sure. And I won’t get the new promotion. You will certainly have to pay for this,” Dean shouted.

“Please, Dean,” she pleaded, but it did no good. Dean left the room but was back in moments, the red ball gag in his hand. He pushed it into her mouth and fastened it.

“Give me your hands. No, behind you,” he said.

She slowly moved her arms behind her back and Dean roughly bent her arms at the elbows and tied her hands and forearms tightly together behind her, her elbows bent, her small breasts now forced out in front of her. Dean then put on the nipple clips left behind by Sheryl and Mark. He then dragged Carol into the garage, once more, on the collar and leash. He pulled her roughly into the garage and stopped.

“Henry loaned this to me, for you. Now is certainly the right time for it,” Dean said.

Carol was so sore and raw from the week in the cabin with the men, but when she saw what was sitting in the middle of the garage floor, she panicked.

“Nnnnnnnnnaaaaa!!” she wailed, as she saw the object.

A wooden triangular shaped box sat in the center of the garage floor. About three feet high and two feet wide at the base. A sharp ridged edge was formed at the top of the triangle. Black leather covered the sides of the box, with cuff and manacles attached at the bottom.

Suddenly, Dean roughly pushed his naked wife up on to the sharp edge, and she straddled the ridge, her body now resting on the sharp edge of the platform that jammed against her bare cunt, cutting deep into her sore vagina. Her swollen vaginal lips were now split wide apart, one on each side of the edge.

“OOOOOOhhhhhhh!!!” Carol screamed into the ball gag.

Dean quickly fastened her ankles into the cuffs that were attached with chains along the bottom. All of her weight now pressed down on her cunt, the edge of the platform digging deep into her sex. With her hand still tied behind her back, she couldn’t move or lift her weight off the cruel sharp edge that tore into her tender and sore vagina. Dean took the wand vibrator and attached it on the top edge, pressed it firmly against her clit and turned it on. He then grabbed the nearby riding crop and began to lash wildly at his wife’s ass, her stomach and her tits. Soon, Carol’s body was covered in bright red welts.

Leaving the vibrator on high, he quickly left the garage only to return minutes later with Sheryl and Mark, the neighbors. Carol was now covered in sweat and twitching and shaking madly, partly from fear and pain, and partly from the orgasms that were now ripping away at her.

“Good, Good. I see you’ve already whipped her tits. Good. Where is the other piece. Henry told me about another piece to this. The piece that fits over the top edge. Where is it?” Sheryl said, her eyes glued to Carol’s writhing body.

Dean returned with a huge black rubber dildo and fastened it along the top edge. The two men then lifted Carol up, just enough for Sheryl to jam the enormous dildo roughly into Carol’s tender cunt. They lowered her back down onto the triangle block again, now with the huge dildo crammed in her cunt.

“MMMMMMUUUUUUHHHHHHHH,” Caro groaned, as she squirmed from the giant dildo stuffed inside her.

“Good, that’s better,” Sheryl said, admiring her handiwork as she picked up the lash Dean had used earlier. “Now let’s see how she moves,” Sheryl said and began to lash away at Carols breasts and ass. Rocking and shaking back and forth, Carol tried to escape the bite of the whip as Sheryl let go with a wild barrage of strokes on her naked neighbor. For ten minutes it went on as Sheryl whipped her savagely, Carol moaning from the pain of the lash and the pleasure of the orgasms as the enormous rubber cock wedged deep inside her.

Sheryl stopped the whippings and Carol instantly went limp. Dean and Mark lifted Carol off of the wedge, the enormous phallus still lodged deep in the cunt. They flipped her over onto her back and placed her back down on the sharp wooded edge of the box, her thin, worn body now nothing but a limp rag. On her back, the sharp ridge of the platform now dug into her spine. Pain ripped into her back as her legs were spread wide apart.

“Maaaaaaahhhhhh!!” Carol wailed.

“Now her arms and legs,” Sheryl said, and the two men pulled Carol’s arms and legs down and cuffed them are tightly to the bottom of the base. Carol was now spread out, splayed like a laboratory frog for dissection, her wrist now manacled to the cuff attached to the bottom, her newly shaved cunt now spread apart, exposed facing the ceiling. Carol was positioned so her head hung backward over the edge of the box. There she laid, splayed open for a moment while Sheryl, Dean and Mark stood and looked.

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