Used as a Prize

Even thought it was only 8pm the room in Stew’s house that his friends had gathered in, was dark……very dark indeed. In fact the only lighting there was a small lamp sitting in the centre of a small baize covered table that they were all sat around. Over its surface were scattered a plethora of playing cards and a pile of tokens in an untidy heap in the middle. Each man there had paid money to be able to play that wet afternoon and his cash had been converted into the plastic coins for the ease of everyone.

Three of his friends had come over to play various card games with each other. They took it in turn to use each others houses as a venue as that way the prize would vary too. Perhaps I should have told you, they were not alone in that stale smokey atmosphere. In the corner, only just catching the dim light of the lamp, stood a woman.

It was Stew’s wife….Judy.

A woman in her late fourties, she stood wearing a black silky dressing gown a pair of black hold up stockings and nothing else. Her figure was not by any means perfect, but because she had never had children, her breasts were still firm and although they were not large, they were still set high on her chest. Her hips were wider than they were 20 years ago, but the narrowness of her waist meant that her figure was more than pleasing to the eye of most men. She was about 5foot 2inches tall with shoulder length dark brown hair and dark brown seductive eyes. Her lips were full and she had spent some time before the game began to apply a full face of make up, resulting in her looking very attractive indeed to all the men sat playing cards. But her role today was that of a hostess, ready to bring crisps and drinks to the table. She was the prize. Each man there that afternoon had over the years of marriage to their respective wives, became not only the family bread winners….but also their partners masters. And each week they would take it in turn to allow the other men in the small group to make full of the women they referred to as ‘slave’.

Today it was Judy’s turn.

She stood in total silence as the game progressed.

Jonn, a tall man in his early fifties, threw his cards on the table and shouted his triumph to the others.

In turn they all checked his hand and dropped theirs down on the cloth in front of the dealer. Jonn gathered his chips and counted his winnings. The other men leant back in their chairs as Jonn rose from his and walked across the room to where Judy was standing. She straightened her back and stared directly in front of her so as not to catch his eye. As he undid the thin chord tie that held her gown closed and looked down at her full but modest breasts an invisible wisp of perfume from the talc she dusted herself with after her bath, floated past Jonn’s nostrils. The other men watched as Jonn lifted her right tit in the palm of his left hand and slapped it hard and fast with his right hand from the side. Judy’s pretty face crumpled with the sudden pain of the blow. Her eyes welled with silent tears and she drew her breath in between gritted teeth. A focused red hand print instantly appeared on her soft fleshy tit as it wobbled with the impact. Her nipple rose and became bullet like and her skin became goose bumped.

Jonn turned and walked back to the table and sat down once again ready for the next game. Judy, still shaking from the shock of her treatment, tied her gown closed and stood once more in silence.

The men were going to play a few rounds of pontoon now. Judy dreaded this game as the winner of each round was decided upon so quickly. After what seemed to be only a few minutes, the second winner stepped from the table and wandered towards her. This time it was Derek. He was the youngest man there. Still in his thirties, but looking a lot older. He was of medium build but with a serious lack of hair. He had shaved his head almost completely to try and cover the fact he was loosing his mop, but it didn’t really work. Not being as tall as Jonn meant that he was just about eye to eye with Judy as he stood looking her up and down after pulling her gown open.He grabbed both her breasts in his hands and gave them a dam good grope.

The rules of claiming your prize from the slave of the day were simple. You could either take pleasure or pain. Of course the higher the winning hand….the more you could extract from the woman. Derek’s hand was a good one. There was a sudden loud and sickening THUD as Judy’s skull cracked against the plasterwork behind her as he slammed her back against the wall and pulled his cock from his trousers. Staring straight into her frightened eyes, he spat onto his hand and roughly rubbed his fingers over the smooth skin of her freshly shaved vulva. They were pressed hard against each other and Judy shook nervously as he bent his knees slightly and rose again with his cock gripped firmly in his fist. His actions forced her thighs apart and she found herself balancing on the toes of only one foot as the head of his cock found the entrance to her cunt. Her tight unprepared vagina was not easy for him to slide into but the natural wetness of her body did offer some form of lubricant.

He looked angry and urgent as he violently thrust his hips into hers and his cock began to penetrate her tender pussy lips. She gasped out loud and almost fainted as he pushed even harder and lifted her off her feet as the full length of his engorged tool sank up to his balls, into her body. He hammered like a mad man into her, pushing her harder and harder against the wall. Her head slammed back and bounced off time and time again. She gripped the shoulders of his jacket so as not to loose her balance. Before long Derek slowed down but thrust harder than ever as his orgasm took hold. He yelled out loud and pinned her back with his cock as he filled her with his hot sticky spunk. When he had finished, he simply pulled it out and left her trying desperately to remain standing with his cum slowly dribbling down the inside of her shapely thigh. She had been well and truely raped and would no doubt be raped again shortly.

But first there was another hand to play. And another win for Derek.

He was still tired from his hard fuck with the slave, as he put it and allowed Alex, who had just been dealt the worst hand he had ever been given, to take his turn instead. Alex was really very pissed off.

A feeling of utter dread filled Judy’s soul as he stood from the table and threw his chair behind him as he stormed over to her.

He muttered something about not wanting sloppy seconds and grabbed Judy hard by the top of her arm near her shoulder.

The other men moaned and protested as she was thrown face first down on the table, upsetting all the chips and cards that had already been dealt out in readiness of the next game. They shuffled their chairs back and allowed Alex to move in and stand next to her naked arse. Her long but meaty middle aged thighs became totally exposed as he grabbed the back of her gown and threw it up and over her back. Then he drew his right hand high in the air and smashed it down, hard against her buttocks.

The table shook and was shunted forward by the force of the blow. Judy’s pretty face simply crumbled into a frightful picture of agony and fear. She had never been hit so hard before, not even by any of these men. But Alex was going to use her to release the pent up anger he been brewing for hours. A second blow exploded onto her arse and felt like a car crashing into her. The soft full fleshy cheeks wobbled uncontrollably as blow after blow were delivered to her tender raw skin. Eventually after what seemed an eternity he stopped and walked around the table, leaving her strewn over the baize with her face contorted and wet with the tears she had cried during her ordeal.

Stew grew tired of waiting for her to move her stupid body back into the corner and grabbed hold roughly of her wrist and dragged to the side until she was no longer supported by the table and simply fell like a mail bag to the floor, where she lay sobbing silently.

When the men all sat back down she raised her agonized poor body to her hands and knees and began to crawl like a thrashed old hound across the carpet. Joey , the forth member of ‘The slaves club’ watched from behind as her arse cheeks moved and swayed as she made her way back to the corner. He noticed how sexy her vulva looked peeping from between them and how every time she stretched her thighs forward to take another step, the tiny dark hole of her rectum could be seen momentarily. The blood flooded his groin and the instincts of a master filled his head. Without a word, he too knelt down on the floor. He grabbed her gown from behind and pulled her back towards him. He pushed her thighs apart by wedging his knees between hers and pushed the waistband of his trousers down to his knees. His healthy young cock was massive. It pulsed with excitement as looking down at it, he spat a long stringing gob of saliva which landed expertly on its ugly purple head. Then pulling Judy’s hips back towards him, he moved the end of his erection up and down along the deep groove between the mounds of her arse cheeks until he found the point where it seemed to give the most and pressed his massive tool  into the opening of her bowels. As it slowly sank deeper inside her,it felt to him as if a tight fitting elastic band had been rolled down the length of his member. But if it was painful to him….it was sheer agony for Judy. As Joey looked down at his thick veiny shaft sliding inside her rear entrance, he noticed tiny blood red tears appearing around her horrifically abused anus. She shook uncontrollably with the pain and sank her face into the carpet trying in vain to suppress her screams.

Her wide womanly hips glowed in the dim light of the lamp as Joey grabbed hands full of her flesh as he pulled her harder and harder towards his throbbing tool. Unlike a vagina, a womans bowels offer no resistance or limited depth, so Joey sank his cock into her arse up to his balls with every push of his energetic hips. His bollocks slapped against her labia with every thrust until they too were beginning to become sore with the relentless rough treatment. Eventually the moment she had dreaded came and Joey stopped moving in and out and instead seemed to be trying to crawl into her anus as gallons of his cum were pumped deep into her body. It felt more like an enema than an orgasm and she moaned out loud and wrapped her arm around her stomach to try to relieve the discomfort of so much fluid being forced into her intestine in one go.

As joey unceremoniously tugged his still hard cock from her arse, she screamed. It felt as though he was dragging half her stomach out with it. A loud fart ripped through the air and  she felt a sharp pain as he landed a slap on her already heated buttock. She fell flat to the floor and lay there as the men carried on with their game. Although she would feel various fingers jamming themselves up her arsehole and into her vagina from time to time as she lay exhausted and motionless on the carpet and she even felt the unmistakable wet heat of one of the men’s cum splashing over her naked back, she was not used again that afternoon. It would seem that even these masters knew the limits of a slaves endurance and after all……there were plenty more gaming afternoons to come.