BDSM Library - The Perils of Pauline's

Another story by Pagan.

The Perils of Pauline Carpenter.

You Promise

"Don't get in the way, you hear me, I'm telling you," the skinny tall man picked up his coat as the nice but plain looking woman fussed round trying to help him, "Get off woman, now you understand?"

The woman smiled nervously, "Yes, yes I understand," her fingers went to her lip nervously touching her mouth, mean while he buttoned up his coat, "I don't want to hear that you have been talking or distracting them in any way, they are doing me a favour,"

The two workmen busied themselves unpacking the materials as the woman put rubber gloves on and ran water in to the sink, she muttered to herself, "Honestly I do understand."

The two men tried not to look as he stood beside his wife, "You better understand and I better not hear anything or you'll get another taste of Saturday night only this time I'll mean it," one of the men couldn't help but notice how the woman whinst when her husband squeezed her arm.

He looked at the workman, "Bob, Terry, thanks again, I'll see you in the pub around 8 tonight, settle up then, O K?"

Bob nodded, "O K, no problem," he turned and gripped the door handle but before he turned the handle he looked back at them, "And take no nonsense from her, she will chatter all day if you let her but that's nothing that giving her a good clip, I can't put right."

Grinning at the two men he left. She busied herself washing the breakfast dishes as the two men moved their kit in to the front room. As Terry put the piping down he looked at Bob, "You know she ain't a bad looking woman, wonder what got her stuck with a nasty shit like Charlie Carpenter?"

Bob was busy with a tape measure, "Some woman like to be dominated, and I'll tell you this I wouldn't mind clipping her one."

Terry put his hand up the chimney, "Oh yes, nice body, good tits, shapely ass, take those glasses off and she would scrub up nicely, shit that's not, it fucking is."

Bob looked at him, "What the fuck are you on about?" Terry pulled his arm out pulling a large ball of wadding with it, he did the same again and pulled out more, "You know that borrowed flue that pratt's paying us to fit, well there is one up there all ready, the fucking thing was stuffed up by this."

Bob grinned, "Oh dear, so if we hide our pipe then we can do nothing all day and that cunt can pay us."

Terry smiled, "Why not?"

Just as they started to hide their pipe the woman came in, she caught the pipe sending it clattering to the floor, Bob panicked, "What the fuck are you doing?"

Her head dropped, her hands went to her mouth again as she blubbered, "Oh I'm so sorry please forgive me, please don't say anything, promise me you won't say anything, I'll make us a cup of tea, oh I'm so sorry," she all most bowed as she backed out of the room.

Bob watched her go, as she shut the door, his head slowly turned to Terry, "She's scared shitless, we could do anything if we put a mind to it."

Terry looked up at him, "And as it's going to be a long boring day, would help pass the time."

Bob smiled, "I'll keep her busy you lose the pipe in the back of the van."

Bob waited close to the door; he heard the handle turn and made his move. As she pushed through the door he bent down, she never saw it coming as she tripped over him; the tea cascaded all over his back.

The howling and pain was worthy of an academy award, the woman almost passed out with shock, the word sorry kept repeating out of her mouth, Bob carried on, "Jesus your old man warned us about you, you wait till we see him."

The woman was shaking, "No, no please I'll clean it up, are you burnt, is there anything I could do?" those last five words were just what Bob wanted to hear, "Yes there fucking well is, where's your bathroom?"

Still playing the indignant fury Bob marched past her and up the stairs; she hurried behind still being apologetic. Bobs eyes caught sight of the bedroom to his left as he followed her directions to the bathroom.

Once in there he pulled off his shirt and slung it on the floor, then he did the same with his trousers making no move to close the door, she stood out side.

Bob bellowed, "You, what's your name," a little muted, "Pauline," came from the outside, Bob was loving this, "Get in here and take these clothes and wash them, you can't expect me to work in them can you?" he heard nothing, "I said can you?"

She stepped around and in to the bathroom, her hands again in that characteristic position at her mouth a sure sign of domestic servitude, "No, no, I'm sorry, I'll do them right away."

As she bent and picked the buddle up she pulled them to her, forcing her breast's up, Bob stared as the two creamy globes rose to the top of her dress, he could have dived his mouth in to the cleavage there and then but she turned and hurried down the stairs.

A quick wash and the sticky tea remains were gone. Bob, in just his boxers looked out the bathroom door, down the stairs and saw what he wanted to see, nothing, so he moved in to the bedroom.

He looked around the smart room, the big double bed seemed to take over everything; the posts at each corner and the bar that joined them top and bottom made it look massive, he struggled past the bottom of the bed making for the tall set of draws beside the small dressing table.

He stood silent for a moment, still no sound from downstairs so he opened the first draw, nothing of interest, blouse's, jumpers etc, then he moved down, tights, slips all boring, he moved down again.

As he pulled the next draw open he giggled, "Oh yes, you dirty little bitch," he pulled out a peek a boo bra, sexy panties, suspender belts, and nylons, he pushed around and found more, the draw was full of the sexiest underwear he had only ever seen in Penthouse.

He heard some movement on the stairs, he quickly opened the bottom draw, he stared at boxes, pictures of sex toys plastered on them, he was imagining what was in the box's when Pauline called out, "Bob, Bob where are you."

Bob was about to move when he heard Terry, "You lost him love, he must be some-where what do you want him for?"

Bob heard her stammer, "I, I have his shirt."

He shouted so both could hear, "In here,"

A second later Terry pushed her through the bedroom door, "Here he is," he smiled at him, "What you got there mate, change of clothes?"

Pauline looked in the same direction, "Oh no, please no, you mustn't."

Bob stood up, naked but for his boxers and that left nothing to the imagination of the other two that he was getting a hard on, he dangled a suspender, panty set off his fingers.

Pauline dropped the shirt and tried to get around the bed but Terry was in the way, "Please, stop no, put them away."

Bob laughed at the panic in her face, "No, this is fun, are you wearing something like this now?"

Terry was deliberately getting in her way as she shouted at him, "No, no of course not, I only have to wear them for my husband, please put them away."

Bob's left hand sneaked back in the draw and pulled out the peek a boo bra, "What do you think Terry, be a interesting chat with Charlie, what do you think he will say, me in my boxers and his Mrs showing us these skimpy undies, must tell him how we liked the pink bows"

Pauline stood still, her face a picture of panic, "No, no you wouldn't, you couldn't."

Terry winked at Bob, "Well we might not tell him if we saw you in them," she looked open mouthed at him, "Oh come on just a little fashion show for us no harm it that, after all its your fault we are in this mess and it wouldn't do for Charlie to find that out."

Pauline rung her hands in desperation, "You, you promise you won't tell anyone, I have your word?"

Bob smile grew across his face, "My word is my bond, what about you Terry?"

Terry mockingly put his hand to his chest, "Not a word to a sole, cross my heart," he looked over to Bob, "Pick something real nice for the lady."

Bob rummaged in the draw until he found a black pair of high cut pants, a black and red suspender belt, he still had the black peek a boo bra; the next draw had some seamed stockings, he took the packet out and threw the whole lot across the bed.

As Pauline bent to pick them up Terry said, "With all this lot there must be some high, high heels somewhere."

Turning to the wardrobe Bob opened the door, he caught sight of something in the corner of the robe but choose to keep it to him self; there at the bottom were a pair of red ankle strapped high heeled shoes, the spiked heel was silver and they were, as expected very high, he picked them up and turned, "Now I thought Charlie was a kinky bastard but these are the business."

Bob loved the look of total embarrassment on Pauline's face as he watched the smile on Terry's face widen as he helped her reluctantly pick up the sexy bits of lingerie.

She almost ran to the bathroom, Terry looked at Bob and thrust his hips back and forth, Bob waved his hand and whispered, "Take your time, we will have some fun with her but first lets play her in, like all good anglers never loose the catch when its this close to the shore."

Bob was looking down at the toy draw, he bent and picked up a box, there was a picture of two long rubber cocks bending out of a bulbous end, one cock fatter than the other, "Bet that makes your eyes water?" When suddenly they heard, "You promise now, you just want to see me in my Saturday night stuff and you won't tell on me?"

Both men waited, the anticipation killing them when Pauline walked in, the sharp intake of breath from Terry was almost deafening, it was Bob who couldn't help but speak, "Fucking hell, I knew she would scrub up fucking gorgeous."

She looked at the two men now ogling her body, Bob was quick, "Sorry love, I meant to say you are really lovely, now why don't you come around this side of the bed, let me see them shoes."

He could see she was nervous but he could also see something fantastic. She had taken her glasses off and let her hair down. The brown waves swung around her face. Bob admired the white almost ivory skin colour; the brown hair and skin complemented her pixy like features especially around her slender neck and slim shoulders.

His eyes didn't linger long at her shoulders, the white mounds of her breast's ballooned over the black lace, the bra pushed them up but that wasn't all the bra did, in the middle of each cup was a red star, in the centre of each star a lovely thick rosy pink nipple pointed out.

Dragging his eyes down, Bob could see the rest of her full rounded figure. The thin waistband of the high cut pants was lost under the suspender belt; the black straps ran over her hips and down her thighs, they were topped and bottomed by little red bows as they clung to the sheer dark stockings.

His eyes gazed at the black material, he could see she was bald under the lace; he licked his lips at the thought of a completely hairless crotch and what he would do with it.

She stood in front of him, the dark stocking between the pale ivory skin of her thighs and the red shiny shoes, considering the height of the heels she walked well in them, Bob guessed she had been forced to learn to wiggle her ass as she walked.

Bob was fighting for something to say, something that would not make her any more nervous than she was, he looked at Terry who was nodding and pointing furiously at the back of her.

Pauline backed herself to the wall, "Is that it, I'm going to get dressed, I've done what you asked and you will keep your promise, won't you?"

Bob suddenly realized what Terry meant, "Oh come on, that's not enough, lets see it all, how about you turn around for me."

Pauline shook her head, "No, no that's enough, I'm going to change," she tried to slide along the wall but Terry was there, he moved quick forcing her to stumble on to the bed. Bob was on the bed a second after she fell, before she could move his left hand lay flat on her back holding her down as his eyes surveyed her firm round bottom.

Bob giggled, "Now that's a nice pattern, stripes become a nice ass, Charlie looks like he had a good time, and I've seen the pattern maker."

Pauline put her hands behind her trying to cover her ass, but the high cut of her pants hid nothing, the mass of faint pink criss crossed lines were obvious.

Bob ran his hand under hers, "Please stop that, I don't like it," but Bob didn't stop, "Look at this little lot."

As Terry got closer, he looked curiously at Bob, "What did you mean, the pattern maker?"

Bob slapped Pauline's ass, "Now you be a good girl and don't you move."

Pauline protested, "But I can't I must get dressed, this is wrong."

Bob slapped her again this time it caused a little squeal from Pauline, "If you move before I say, we will be forced to tell Charlie we were shown the remains of Saturday nights fun,"

She blubbered, "No, no you mustn't you promised."

Bob almost giggled, "I'll keep my promise as long as you stay on that bed with that nice ass on view to me and my friend," Bob got off the bed, the giggle became a laugh as he watched Pauline, she didn't move.

As he moved towards the wardrobe he heard a little whimpering voice, "You promise you won't tell on me?" he still couldn't help but chuckle, "That's it Pauline you just do as your told and a promise is a promise," he opened the door and lifted out a small box, put it on the floor and reached in again, this time he turned to Terry, a long thin cane in his hand, "One pattern maker."

As he made the cane whistle through the air, Terry said, "I bet that smarts, does it Pauline, does it sting?"

The men could almost hear a sob as she answered, "Yes and I don't like it, but I have too, I have no choice."

As Pauline was explaining Bob flicked the lid of the box open with his foot, "What's this, ropes, gags, photos?" he bent and picked a handful out photos out. Pauline was quick, she went to move, but Terry grabbed her ankles, "You stay put; remember the promise."

There was panic in her frightened voice, "No, no please put them back, please, I'm begging you."

Bob started to look through them, "Begging a, what have we here that you beg so much, oh yes, I see now why you didn't have a choice, look Terry," he handed a few to Terry.

As Pauline sank her head in to the pillows both men scanned through the pictures, they were of Pauline tied to the wooden bars across each end of the bed, her waist over some sort of rolled up foam bending her so her ass was forced up, some two foot off the bed.

Terry and Bob looked at photo after photo, all of them showing Pauline either naked or dressed in sexy underwear, but mostly she was tied, either on the bed or over it, some standing in various positions, in various stages between dressed and naked, sometimes with ball gags or ring gags, but all of them had the same effect on the two men, especially Bob as he gazed at her bald cunt.

Bob looked over at the bed, Pauline still had her head buried in the pillows, he winked at Terry, bent and picked up two lengths of rope, he tapped his wrist and pointed at her and the bed-head; Terry took the rope and slowly, quietly he slipped around the bottom of the bed and moved to the side, as Bob moved up his side.

Both men made a loop, then at the nod of Bob's head, simultaneously they each grabbed a hand, Pauline squealed, "What are you doing?" it was to late, they had slid the loops over her wrists and dragged her hands to the cross beam.

Smiling down at the terrified woman Bob fastened the hand he had to the cross bar, as Terry did the same Bob sat on the bed, "Now come on Mrs. Carpenter, lets look at the situation, you have got me almost naked, you have dressed in the most provocative underwear, you have let us see personal photos and you have revealed to us your little games on Saturday nights, so what's the matter with us seeing you as the photos show, or shall we ask Charlie?"

Her lovely face looked pleadingly at Bob, "Look untie me, I have done all you asked, I'll keep my promise and you must keep yours, please let me go." Without saying a word Bob got up and surveyed the woman at his mercy on the bed.

He bent forward and smacked her ass, "Lets do a deal, I want to see," he looked up at Terry and winked, "And I'm sure I speak for Terry that we want to see those fine marks on your ass, so tell us to take your panties down and we will see it all then that could be the end of that, promise."

Pauline gasped, "You can't mean it, no, no you mustn't," Bob looked across at Terry, "Oh well suppose we will have to talk to Charlie then, what do you think Terry?"

Terry joined in the fun, "Can't see any other way, just thought she was being nice, seeing as what she had done, but."

Before he could finish Pauline blurted out, "Alright; but you promise, not a word to Charlie but please be quick you can take my pants down, just to look, nothing else." she dropped her head back down in the pillow.

Both men sat on the bed, making sure they were either side of her well-rounded ass. Terry ran his hand over her ass, giving it a squeeze, "mmmm nice a firm," he carried on stroking as Bob slid his fingers under the thin waistband and pulled down.

Bob pulled down hard, the back of his hand trailing over the skin of her thighs then all the way down her stocking clad legs until they were off her ankles. Terry was still squeezing the globes of her ass when Bob started fingering the lines, "Nice lines I bet some of these hurt, did they?"

She was struggling to answer her voice quivered as she said, "Yes some of them did, now will you stop and untie me," but Bob had no intentions of stopping.

"Did you tell Charlie they hurt?" Bob started to tickle across the lines playing more on the lower part of her ass.

Pauline whimpered, "No, I daren't do that I always tell him I like it," Bob slapped her ass hard, she squealed a little, "Ouch, please no."

Bob looked up at Terry, "What say we use this cane and make a few more stripes," Pauline cried out, "No, no he would see them," but Bob carried on, "We could tell Charlie she gave us the come on and asked, no begged us to cane her because she likes it."

Pauline was almost shouting, "No, no don't do that," but Bob had the final word, "We could cane her, then stick that ball gag in her mouth, leave her tied up and tell Charlie all the things she let us do, I wonder what he'd do when he got back to our helpless friend here?"

Pauline pulled hard on the ropes, "No, no god you wouldn't please, please untie me."

Bob picked up one of the photos and thrust it in Pauline's face, "You want us to be nice to you so be nice to us, lets have this pose," in the picture Pauline was naked and on her back, arms and legs tied spread eagled to the four bed posts, with the ball gag in her mouth.

Pauline blubbered, "Why are you doing this to me, I don't know you," Bob ran his hand over her ass then slid it down her hip and pushed it under her until his hand was trapped between the bed and her bold mound, she wiggled trying to move it but all she did was rub more of her cunt in to Bobs hand, "You may not know us but you won't forget us, now what's it to be?"

"If I let you, that will be the end of this, promise it will be the end of this,"

Bobs hand pulled out, then he knelt and undid the bra strap, "Lets have a look at you in that pose before we do any promising," Terry was already untying her wrist.

As soon as Bob had untied his side the two men exchanged ropes forcing Pauline to spin on the bed, her bra was quickly slid down her arms and thrown at the open draw, the main thing on the men's minds was to have her arms retied to the posts.

Once her arms were secured they two men grabbed a leg each and pulled them apart, it was taking Bob all his concentration to tie her leg to the post as his eyes kept wondering to the neat hairless cunt now with the pink inner flesh open to his gaze.

He gave the knot a final tug both of them making sure she couldn't move, Terry grabbed the bal gag first, "This is my treat," he looked at the frightened helpless woman, "Open wide."

Bob still couldn't be left out, he knelt on the bed and held her head while Terry fitted the ball in to her mouth; Bob dragged her head up as the buckle was clipped together and pulled tight.

Both men stood up and looked at her, Bob smiled at Terry, "You know mate I have had dreams were this is what I've always wanted, a beautiful woman, naked, tied and helpless and there has been times where I have cum in the bed, guess what, I feel I'm gona cum this time but in something else.

Pauline shook her head but Bob just laughed, "Talking of promise's I promised myself a piece of your cunt and you aren't in any position to make me promise anything else."

Bob slid out of his boxers, "Come on mate lets all get naked, don't want to make the lady feel self conscious," Pauline was still making noises through the gag as Bob climbed between her legs.

She watched as his head dropped, his mouth latched over her nipple, Pauline moaned as she felt the suction of his mouth as it pulled at the nipple. The pink bud was being forced to elongate as Bob's tongue flicked over it.

She shook her head as she felt contact between her legs, his cock head was pushing at her open cunt, she tried to move away but the head was now pressing in to the slit, his head came up, he leered down at her, "Now this is what I call being on a promise, now you just lay there and be a good girl while I fuck you."

She felt him move, his cock now pushing further up her, she tried to move but he shook his head, "Don't fight it, you'll need all your strength because after I've fucked you it will be Terry's turn to have some fun with you and he's always been an ass man."

Bob kept moving, slowly the full length of his cock filled her, then slowly out grinning at her all the time, "mmmmm, nice we thought you would be a good fuck, look at these nipples, really thick hope you keep them poking out for me," he slid back up her again, thrusting in up to the hilt, Pauline moaned.

Terry had the box in one hand as he searched through the draws, "Here you want her nipples to stay out, try these," Bob looked sideways; Terry had a pair of chained nipple clamps dangling from his fingers.

Bob, his arms straight as he thrust in to the bound woman, "Come on then lets use all of Charlie's toys on Charlie's plaything," Pauline started to shake her tits, moaning up at Bob as he continued to fuck he hard. As Terry pinched one of her nipples squeezing it until it popped up Bob looked at her, "Your wet, you love this, you enjoy being played with."

Terry opened the clamp and fitted the nipple between before letting go, still fucking hard Bob laughed, "One down one to go," Terry fitted the second but Pauline was now groaning, the fucking she was getting was getting to her, her body was moving under the relentless battering Bob's cock was giving her.

Bobs eyes were drawn to the little pink bud; with his weight on his strong arms he could watch her face as he forced her to enjoy his thick cock as it fucked in to her, he could see in her face she was going to climax so he excited her more by bending his head down again and tickling the tip of the trapped nipple.

As Bob's cock exploded its juice in her so she squealed around the gag as her hips jumped up milking the fat cock of its load, Bob dropped on to her, he nuzzled in to her neck, "I love the smell of leather especially when its holding a gag in a woman's mouth while I'm fucking her."

Terry tapped him on the shoulder, "Shift it mate, you've had your fun now it's my turn." Bob rolled off her, Terry grinned as he got on the bed, he grabbed a pillow, "Get your ass up, lets see if you cum with your ass full, and don't give me the sad eye, that's the beauty of bondage, your choice is no choice."

Pauline just lay there as Terry shoved the pillow under ass, his arm easily slid under her and pulled her ass off the bed he had her in to the position he wanted, her body perfectly bowed to his choice, he could take either or both holes, she looked down, his cock long and hard looked back at her.

She closed her eyes as the long hard cock pushed in to her wet cum filled cunt, as just the head thrust in and out, Terry chuckled, "Just getting the head wet and I bet you know why?"

Pauline just looked at him, a little moan as she felt the bulbous head of Terry's cock slide out of her cunt and push at her ass.

Unable to do anything to stop Terry as he shoved upwards, she relaxed, hoping it wouldn't hurt as the head pushed the hole open. To add insult to the way she was helpless and unable to stop these men and how they could use her she also knew anal sex was a turn on for her.

That became all too apparent as Terry fucked her ass. The cock-head continued to hammer in to the hilt, each thrust caused her cunt to jump forcing moans from her.

Terry smiled as he realized she was unable to stop herself from heading towards a climax, her hips were moving under him, the faster he fucked her the louder her moans gurgled from around the red ball.

Bob sat on the side of the bed smiling at her every time her head turned his way, "Come on my son, give it to her good, she loves a good fucking, her body is made for it, she can't help but suck in a cock, Charlie sure picked himself a fucking machine when he found this one, go on fuck her hard she's about to cum."

As if on cue Pauline shuddered in to her second orgasm, Terry quickly followed pumping himself up in to her ass, grunting the words, "Yes, yes, yes," as his body jerked, his cock dumping its load in to her before his sweat covered body collapsed on to her.

Bob waited until his mate got off her before he lent forward, grinning in to her face, "You having fun, you look to be enjoying cuming; want to do it some more?"

The men could just distinguish, "Please no more," from behind the ball but Bob just smiled, his head turned to Terry, "Lets see if that thing does make your or should I say her eyes water."

Terry looked puzzled for a moment until his eyes caught sight of the box, the picture of the two rubberised cocks bending out from the fat bulb like base reminded him of Bob's remark, he picked it up, slid the vibrator out of the box and threw it at Bob.

Bob waved it in Pauline's face, "This looks like fun, lets just see how much fun," Pauline moaned as her head rolled from side to side but Bob was already slipping down the bed until he was in the position to let his fingers play between her legs.

Pauline tried to pull her knees but Bob slapped her inner thighs until she opened them again, he spat on both cocks, then first he pushed the small end in to her ass then bent it forward until the thicker cock slid in to her cunt.

Bob laughed at Terry, "This is fun, in and in and in," slowly he pushed the back one up her ass, then the front one up her cunt, rocking the fat end as slowly each cock pushed up in to her.

With Pauline's cunt and ass still wet Bob had no trouble in fitting the vibrator in, his fingers toyed with the red button on the fat end, Bob looked over to Terry, "We have lift off." As little pant like moans escaped the helpless housewife's mouth Bob twisted the knob.

The drone of the vibrator joined the moans from Pauline, her body squirmed and shook, Bob rubbed his hands as he watched her helplessly begin to move. Terry noticed the cocks starting to slide out, he nodded to Bob, "We are going to have to hold them in."

Bob shook his head, "No, that would spoil it, untie her leg."

While Bob held the tormenting cocks in place Terry untied her legs, before she had chance to move them Bob pulled her knees together, "Tie her thighs together, then her knees then her ankles, that should keep our little toy up our little toy."

Soon Pauline lay crucified on the bed her legs tightly held together the two throbbing cocks held firmly up her cunt and ass, Bob looked at Pauline, his hand stroking his cock as it grew firm in his hand. Pauline looked at him here eyes lowered to see his cock growing in his hand, she turned to see the same thing happening to Terry's then her eyes closed, her bound body started to jump to the pulsating cocks buried in her holes.

Terry was about to speak but Bob shook his head and winked, soon Pauline was becoming uncontrollable as she rushed head long in to another violent orgasm. Both men watched as every move her body made only added to the sensation's; the squeals and moans were music to their ears as her hips thrust up and back, her eyes wide and staring at the men as she came.

Bob gave her 20 seconds then he said to her, "I bet if we leave them up there you will cum and cum, in fact it would be a nice welcome home sight for Charlie," as he said Charlie she shook her head, not only moaning with the pulsating fucking her ass and cunt were getting but the threat of Charlie seeing the position she had got herself in to.

Bob bent over her and started to undo the buckle at the back of her head, "Of course there is away you could have them taken out and let us leave you dressed and ready for Charlie after we have met him for a quiet drink."

She coughed as the ball was pulled from her mouth, "Please stop, please take them out," Bob pulled the centre of the nipple chain, pulling her breast's up, "Oh no you have to earn that privilege."

She squealed again as he tugged and jiggled her breast's around, the nipples being pulled in any way Bob fancied.

"Terry untie her arms, this ladies up for some more fun," as Terry untied her wrists so her body jumped and moved as the relentless fucking continued.

Pauline's arms flopped on to the pillow as Terry went to take the ropes off her wrist's Bob stopped him, "Pass them here mate."

Terry passed one rope while Bob bent and grabbed the other, all the time Pauline moaned, unable to stop the feelings of her next orgasm as she tried to twist away from the two men. Bob yanked on the ropes as Terry slid her legs round and off the bed. Pauline pleaded and begged as she realized Bob was going to force her to sit on the edge of the bed. Bob smiled at her as he realized she knew what the new sensation would do to her.

Bob held her arms down, "Grab the rope ends and tie them behind her back," he pulled back his face all most touching hers, "Lets have you totally unable to pull them out, I like you as a slave, I bet Charlie has told you that before."

As Terry tied her wrists tightly behind her she pleaded with Bob to release her but all he wanted to do was watch as she wriggled on the bed, the two vibrators were now rammed hard up her, she couldn't help rubbing herself back and forth on the bed, much to the grinning men's enjoyment she was unable to stop herself from cuming again.

Bob and Terry stood in front of her, both of them with a cock in their hand, slowly stroking it as Pauline gasped and moaned in to her fifth orgasm.

Panting and swallowing hard she looked ay Bob, "Please enough, take it out, please have mercy, you've had your fun, take them out."

Bob bent down and crouched in front of her, pulling again on the nipple clamps, "What if we leave them in, will you get another fucking and cum for us again?"

Pauline stared at him, "Please no, no more."

Bob tickled under her breasts making her move, then he slid his hand down until he could press his thumb between her bound legs and on her clit, he moved the soaking flesh, waiting for her to moan, he didn't wait long, he loved her torment plus he loved the little, "Please no," that whispered from her.

He moved forward, his voice was almost a whisper in her ear, "Please yes, remember this Mrs. Pauline Carpenter this is all part of my game now, the game you started and we are going to finish.

He drew his thumb up from her slit and stuffed it on her lips, "Suck it, taste it, lick it."

Trying not to give the men the sight of her degrading herself by squirming on the buzzing cocks she licked the foul tasting thumb, then she slid it in to her mouth, Bob smiled at her, "Nice mouth, soft lips, tell me have you got a deep throat?"

Pauline just looked at him, Bob still smiled, "Not talking then lets use your pretty mouth for something it was made for," As she opened her mouth Pauline's body started to rock on the cocks again.

Bob turned to Terry, "I think our little toy knows what's expected of her mouth, get ready for one of the best blow jobs you will ever have," he slowly stood, his cock bounced in front of her face; she moved towards it but Bob grabbed her hair and pulled it back, "Because if it isn't the best bit of deep throat I've had I promise you those cocks will still be fucking you when Charlie gets home."

He let her head go, she moved then groaned as the cocks up her moved, they had started again, exciting her aroused cunt, Bob enjoyed the little gasp as her lips latched over his cock.

Bob mmmmd as she sucked his cock deep in to her mouth, slowly letting it back out as she licked all over the head; Bob just stood and let her suck him.

Pauline sucked him slowly then suddenly the vibrator would effect her and she sucked quicker, Bob thrust his hip s out as she took it deep in to her throat, he turned to Terry gloating at his triumph, "Charlie's taught her how to suck a mean cock, here try her out."

Terry moved over, Bob stood back, Pauline groaned as the rubberised cocks continued to fuck her, her body just responded not matter what she did to stop it, but that was not her only problem, Terry's cock now pushed at her lips, again she opened her mouth and forced herself to swallow another length of male meat.

Pauline moved her head up and down the long shaft, sucking and swallowing the full length. She would feel him getting excited, the thickening of the cock in her mouth and the rippled veins as they ran over her tongue, he was about to cum, then disappointment as he pulled his cock from her mouth and Bob would take his place so she could start again and she knew Bob would do the same.

Both men continued to let her bring them to pre cum before swapping, a few times they made her suck them both, forcing her mouth wide as she tried to accommodate both at once or slapping her face with them as her head moved from one to another. Twice they gloated at her by standing back as they watched her involuntarily cum, then they'd move back making her suck on their cocks again as her body began shaking as the two cocks up her drove her too more humiliating orgasms.

It was Terry who came first, shooting his load in to her mouth, then Bob but he took his out and used his hand as Pauline was made to open her mouth and stick her tongue out while he splattered her face and mouth as he came.

Still with her face covered in male juice she had to lick and suck the remnants of sticky cum from their cocks before her arms were released. Both men dressed as they watched her quickly untie her own legs so she could get at the pulsating toy still humming its erotic tune deep inside her.

As she pulled it out she collapsed back on the bed exhausted, Bob was the first to dress and the first to drop on the bed beside her, "You're a good fuck, Charlie's got you well trained, now lets have you say thank you, how's about a nice kiss goodbye?"

Pauline was too tired to fight as he started to kiss her, his tongue going in to her mouth, his hand cupping her wet sore cunt. Then she felt Terry's hands as they unclipped the nipple clamps before his mouth sucked on the extended nipple.

Both men spent another ten minutes pawing and fondling Pauline before Bob turned to Terry and said, "Look at the time, we have been working hard all day, time to get a relaxing pint and be paid for all our hard endeavours."

The two men went down stairs, Pauline put on her house robe and followed on behind. The men opened the front door and went out to the porch; Pauline quickly grabbed the door before they could close it.

Please, please, you won't tell him, I didn't mean too, you won't tell him will you?"

Bob and Terry grinned, "No we will tell him you were perfect, we promise your secrets safe with us."

As the two men walked done the path giggling she moved to close the door, she stopped and looked back at them, "Oh by the way, you won't charge him too much, after all, you will be getting the money back from the pipe that you hid in your van this morning."

Terry grunted a startled, "A, what the?" Bob turned and looked at her, she stood there smiling at him, "When I saw him put the pipe in the van I thought then that the day looked promising," Pauline licked at the dried cum on her lips as she closed the door.

Pagan.

Another story by Pagan

A Peril of Pauline, Pauline Conrad

Shut up and Listen.

He scratched his ass then he pulled his bathrobe over his naked body. From his hotel window his eyes could scan the skyline of the city, he ran the glass under his nose, he enjoyed a large drink after his hot bath, he savoured his Jim Beam, rolling the liquid around inside his mouth after the occasionally sip while watching the setting sun. Four days he'd been there, four long boring days, in his own words a crap weekend. He had just attended the most boring of commercial conferences thought possible, but some-one from his firm had to be there and as luck would have it, he drew the short straw, oh what he'd give to be home, all cosy with his lovely, the phone rang.

He slumped on to the bed, stubbed out his cigarette, put the drink in his left hand and picked up the receiver, "Hello, Mr Darren,"

I voice, obviously in a temper shouted, "I fucking well know its you Darren, the fucking receptionist told me?"

Startled he said, "Yes its," he was still unable to finish his sentence.

The voice ranted, "Its me, Pauline, you bastard, you absolute bastard, how could you, did you think it was funny, did you think there was some reason to it because I fucking well didn't."

Darren tried to jump in, "Look this-----,"

But she was having none of it, "Just shut up, do you hear me, you bastard you just shut up and listen."

"Have you spoken to them, I bet you have, they left an hour ago, I suppose you were being filled in with the details while I struggled to get free?"

Darren spluttered, "Spoken to them, details, I eerrr I----,"

"Yes you shit-head details, well if they didn't, I fucking well will tell you myself, I've done my share of crying now I'm ready, you arranged all this didn't?"

Another, "I," came from Darren.

"Don't fucking well deny it, I was only saying things I thought you wanted to hear, a fantasy for you to cum with, you stupid shit, that's all."

Darren hurriedly lit another cigarette before taking a large gulp of his drink, he wanted to explain but she wouldn't stop, she ranted on.

"What was it, just three weeks ago, I only said it while you were fucking me, just you and me in our lovely bed, loving and tender, now its been desecrated thanks to your stupidity."

Darren thanked god for cordless phones as he poured himself another large Beam and swapped ears, but the sound was no different.

"Eight years we have been married, and you decide that it would be fun to talk about our fantasies while we make love, and I go along with it, I didn't have a problem with our love making, I am 28 years old and I thought sensible but I go along with it, just to make you happy and this is how you repay me."

Darren voice was almost a whisper, "Look I think----,"

"That's the trouble you didn't think, when you were cuming, filling me with cum and I whispered in your ear the first thing that came in to my mind, it was what I thought you wanted to hear, me, fantasizing about being taken by dirty men and a gang bang, that's all I was doing, fantasizing, fantasizing for your benefit."

She drew breath, "What would they say at your precious, Stapleton, Philips if they ever found out, you realize we would be the laughing stock of the country club, you would never be vice president Darren Conrad, just the little shit you are and as for me, the finger pointing from Thornings publishers would be to much to bear, it would be all over Burbeck, god I hope those men, those animals you put up to this, never speak of what happened, we would be ruined."

She went to draw another breath, Darren quickly butted in, "For god sake what happened?"

"I heard the phone ringing, was that you, what were you doing, checking up on your mates?"

There was a sudden calmness in her voice, "What happened, you ask what happened, were shall we start my weekend, well lets start at the beginning," Darren poured more in to his glass, lit another cigarette and did what he had been told, he shut up and listened.

"Friday, I did expect another phone call, I mean one to say you had got there on Thursday and I'm tired was not all I expect from my loving husband, no I hung about and waited until nearly lunch time and thought, O K I'll go to the shops which I did, you with me so far, you ass hole?"

Darren took another sip but just let a mmm slip from his lips, he didn't want her screaming at him again.

"mmm is that all you can say, well I went shopping, you must have told your mates to take a great deal of care not to be noticed, hanging around with those other drop outs by the park, but being dark skinned I noticed them, scruffy bastards, then to ask me for money, nice touch, was that to make sure it was me, I expect you showed them a picture and they were making sure, oh I was taken in, I thought they were real down and outs, right down to the smell, I told them to piss off and leave me alone, I should have known something wasn't right when that big one grinned at me, his teeth looked to good to be a tramp."

She went silent for a second, "You better be listening you shit."

Darren mmm'd again, "Good, I saw him again when I was talking to Jenny, we were talking about you, you bastard, about you being away for the weekend, my plans for a relaxing time at home, alone with out you under my feet, a time to relax and chill out, he just stood there asking for hand outs, I told him to do something with his life, I shouted at him to go piss some-one else off, I finished off by storming past him telling him to, do something useful, he still put his hand out I soon told him to shove it."

Darren kept quiet, "I walked home, and I don't suppose they followed me, I mean seeing that kind of person in Richmond Gardens would be out of character, I suppose they had the address all the time thanks to you, just what possessed you to think of this, I'm bewildered?"

There was a sigh but she continued, "I think you should know in detail just what your stupidity allowed to happen. I got home, our home, our safe little home, well, the one I once thought was safe, even though you didn't fix that window catch I thought not a problem, how many time had I told you or was it on purpose, was it an integral part of your fucking stupid plan?"

Darren was aware that she was close to tears but he thought they may be of anger so he did as she told him and just listened, "Oh how oblivious I was to what my husband had planned, my husband of eleven years, god I thought you knew me, well obviously your don't, I wondered why you kept asking me about that fantasy. Where did I go wrong, you always said I had great tits, and you thought my tight supple sexy body," Darren noticed the way her voice lowered, "God I wish it wasn't so supple the way they bent it, was everything you wanted but no, you kept on about that fantasy, why, well now I know."

Her voice was now back and full of venom, "There I was in my clean house, all the shopping away, thinking, I'll have a bath. I lay in my bath, soaking in the warmth, adding the scented bath oils, while all the time, downstairs your mates were opening that dammed window and invading my privacy because, I can't believe I'm saying this, you thought I wanted something extra in my life."

The anger was defiant, her voice slow and deliberate, "It is impossible to explain the feeling I had as I came downstairs, I suppose your deranged mind could see me, those rose coloured hipster pants with the little lace see through panels in the side, that low cut matching bra, a little pair of pink ankle socks to keep my feet warm, and my short ivory satin robe with the little plated belt. I was just fixing my hair up, you know that lovely pearl clip that forces my hair to hang in a wide ponytail when I turned in to the lounge and there they were."

Now the voice was really venomous, "These animals, this bunch of perverted assholes that you put up to live out my supposed fantasy, you must know some sick bastards, how could you?"

The voice now cold and flat, but the venom still etched in the sarcasm, she was about to tell Darren the awful truth behind this horrible, depraved event, "I think I was to shocked to scream, I just stood there, my hands still holding my hair, gazing at those two scruffy individuals sprawled all over my settee, I didn't see the other two, standing back behind the door, oh yes I smelt them but by then it was to late."

She spat the next ten words out like a gun, "And all this happened because of your fucking stupid idea," she took a deep breath, "It felt like I had been hit by a car; my arm was grabbed and pulled down then twisted up my back, I could even cry out in pain as a filthy hand slammed across my mouth; as the other one grabbed my other arm the back of my knees received a kick and I buckled to the floor, I knelt there, I couldn't move or cry out as I watched the two that were sat on the settee just get up and swagger over to me."

Her voice was now shaking with emotion, "That big dark one, the one that had begged me for money loomed over me, he unzipped his trousers and took out the biggest, filthiest cock I had ever seen, he grinned at me, <You want me to piss somewhere now lady?> all I could do was look, the stench from the hand over my mouth was revolting enough with out the thought of this animal pissing on me, I tried to shake my head."

"That pearly white grin mocked me, as he showed off to the others <Oh look at the fine lady now, no more piss off you shits, now who's doing the begging?> I couldn't move that disgusting hand holding my head solidly all I could do was stare at that awful fat cock as he seemed to grow in front of my eyes, I don't know how they did it but it looked revolting it was as though it had never been washed."

Darren moved for another drink, he cocked the phone between his shoulder and ear as he took another bottle from his suitcase, he just gave the occasional cough to let her know he was still listening, he didn't know what to say, but she did, "I knew this was a set up, I certainly didn't talk about being alone this weekend too loud, but I didn't have time to think as he carried on grinning, waving that filthy thing in front of my face as the other one knelt down beside me, <You fed up with that hand on your mouth? > I made some silly noise, <I bet I can find some duck tape, every house in the country has that stuff>, he disappeared the other one carried on tormenting me.

See he knew we had but all I had to do was listen as the big one said, <So fine lady you want to do the begging now, not so high and snotty now are we, I bet you wished you hadn't made fucking stupid remarks to a stranger who needed some cash for a drink, looks like we can have as much as we like now, free of charge>.

Darren sipped on the drink then changed the phone to the other ear, "That man came back, I looked in horror at that silver tape that you had bought, remember you said it may come in handy, was that what was in your twisted mind, because it came in handy for them.

Anger flooded back, "They grabbed my hair and dragged it up while another squeezed my throat, they had obviously practiced it, I chocked, as I did he told to close my mouth tight, I did, anything to stop the pain, quickly they wound the tape around and around my head sealing my mouth, they did the same to my wrist's before they dragged me up, he grinned at my helplessness, he put that filthy cock back in his trouser and blew a kiss at me before he barked, < Take her upstairs, strap her feet together then we eat> he was still grinning as he said <We will leave eating something else until later.>

Darren lit another cigarette; "The indignity of being prodded up my own stairs, my legs being touched by that ugly man was nothing to what he had in mind when we reached our lovely bed, I'll let you know now that's the moment when I started to hate you. He pushed me on our bed then deliberately grabbed my ankles and dragged me around, of course as he did my robe moved showing my legs up to my panties and it opened enough to see the matching bra, his grin was sickly."

Her voice took on a trembling anger, "He taped my ankles together, then still grinning he slid his hand up to my knees and ran tape around again just above them, he slammed me down on my back and gloated, I could see the power he thought he had over me, it was etched in that ugly face. He ran his hand over my cheek and then down on to my shoulder pushing the rope open even more, he could see more of my breast, <You have soft skin, feels nice to the touch, you like being touched? > I cringed."

"I can still see his face, he got hold of my ankles and pulled me very slowly down the bed, as he did me little hipster panties dragged on the bed cover, pulling them up, the outline of my slit became all to apparent as they stretched tightly to my body at the top of my thighs, he nodded at me before turning towards the door."

As if in unison, Pauline and Darren both cleared their throats, Darren went to speak but stopped as she suddenly burst out with, "He left me there like some tethered animal, unable to move or cry out, utterly helpless while they, your bloody hench men, ransacked our larder, gorging themselves on our food, drinking our drink, your favourite drink, I could hear them, they were getting drunk at our expense."

As her voice droned down his ear Darren felt another drink coming on, "I could her them talking as I made a useless struggle to free myself, turning and twisting, rolling around the bed trying to find a way of ripping the tape, those dammed panties becoming more and more jammed between my arse cheeks, I could feel the material tight on my slit. I suddenly froze as I heard the boards creek at the top of the stairs, there in the door way was the one who had tied me, his eyes feasting on the way my robe had moved, revealing more of my panties and bra and much more of my skin, the grin was back on his face.

Darren poured the drink, "I quickly rolled on to my stomach, I heard him move towards the bed, suddenly his hand gripped the back of my head and held it firmly in to the pillows, I thought he was going to suffocate me, but oh no that wasn't part of your plan was it, he was more interested in lifting the back of the robe and letting his eyes inspect something that you said was only yours, my panty covered arse cheeks."

Darren's hand trembled a little as he put the glass to his lip, what was he going do, should he say something but she droned on, "He just stood there, as his hand moved from my head I dared to take a look. Just turning my face I could see through the dressing table mirror, his massive frame holding my delicate robe away from my body his eyes scanning my long naked legs all the way up to my panty covered bottom, now the cheeks of my arse were on show thanks to the material stuck up me.

He must have seen me because his head turned and he stared at me through the mirror that sickly grin will haunt me <Like to watch?> he dropped my robe and walked around the bed, he looked at me looking at him as he picked up the robe and dropped it around my bound wrist's and over my back."

He could hear the emotion in her voice, "His huge hands easily gripped my arms and pulled them up and he continued pulling them up, his grin got wider as I was forced to raise my arse to relieve the pain, as I was trying to pull my bound legs up so his left hand pulled harder, then to add more misery I watched as his right hand dropped on to my panties, his huge dark hand now covering what was left of the little panties that protected my defenceless arse."

Darren thought, here comes the temper again and he was right, "How could you leave me at their mercy, this hand now rubbing and squeezing my arse plying the skin, gripping and letting go, moving over me gripping and fondling my arse, then he slapped me, and again, I made silly, uummmhhhpppp noise's but you could hardly hear it over the continuous sound of hard hand striking soft skin, he kept pulling me up until he ordered me to bend over my knees. The tape pulled hard around my legs as I looked at myself bent in servitude. He pulled the little belt around to the clasp and undid it then he fastened it behind my knees and up to my arms forcing me to stay in that folded bent position. I watched myself helplessly bound, unable to scream at him as he pushed his fingers in to the flimsy waist band of my panties."

Pauline was almost screaming, "I watched this oaf pulling my panties down thinking this is my husbands idea of an exciting moment. I looked at my red arse cheeks as he pulled the last of the panties from between them, I was still stinging from the spanking as this man ran his fingers in between the crack, I saw his finger disappearing, I could fell him pushing down towards my arse hole and I couldn't stop him, I felt him tickle up into the hole, I wiggled my arse trying to escape the invading digit, but the more I wiggled the more he pushed in, I shook my head and made more uummpphh noises, it made him worse, he was enjoying my frantic efforts to escape, I froze as I watched his hand continue under, I saw that triumphal grin as I felt his fingers start to explore my cunt lips."

"I tried to straighten my legs but the pain the tight belt caused in my arms stopped me, that lovely belt you had bought me as a surprise present was now holding me it that vulnerable position. I couldn't take my eyes off the scene unfolding, was this really happening to me; was my husband behind all this? Yes you bastard admit it, you had made me defenceless and available to anything this man wanted to do to me.

I was mesmerized at the ridiculous sight of me with my arse up in the air. It was going to be a lovely easy day of relaxation, now I was helplessly tied, this ugly man was playing his fingers over my most intermit part, and I couldn't do anything about it, then it got worse, my eyes caught movement, in the door stood your other three perverted hench men."

Her voice quivered, "If that gag hadn't had my mouth sealed I would have been sick at the way they leered over my arse, I could see them and by looking through the mirror I, as well as them watched him, his hands now shoved between my bound legs, his thumb rubbing at the opening to my cunt, I moaned as they move towards the bed and me."

Now she was in a temper, all that had happened was ready to explode down Darren's ear, "That was the start of my weekend, the weekend you had arranged for my fantasy to be played out, you stupid shit as if I had a fucking fantasy in the first place, what the hell got in to you, was I supposed to like this, had you planned another one on your next weekend away, had you told them that the tenth was to be a repeat performance?

As hands played with my arse and cunt so the big one with the grin, came and sat on the bed right in front of my face, his legs stretched out either side, the odour from his crotch made me vomit, with one hand he grabbed my hair and made me look up at him, with the other hand in undid his trouser waist band and pushed his zip down, that huge filthy cock flopped out, he shook my head <You told me to take my hand and shove it, well pretty lady do you know where I'm going to shove it? >

Darren changed hands, continually holding it, his arms were getting sore, she almost snarled the next words, "Then he gripped his cock, it was so long he could slap my face with it, <And you know where I'm gona shove this and I'm gona be shoving it all weekend > he pulled my head up higher, I was nearly choking <And so are my friends, its time a woman like you knew that insults hurt but not half as much as a fat cock stuck up and fucking your prissy arse> where had they got their ideas from, what did you tell them, god you better have and answer tomorrow, its alright hiding on the end of this phone but god help you tomorrow."

Now Darren's arm was really getting sore but he had to listen, he had to make a plan, "He still held my hair, making me watch as that filthy cock of his seemed to grow in front of my eye's he laughed at me, <You just keep looking at it lady but I think you are in for a surprise, > suddenly something wet touched my pussy, one of the filthy bastard was licking my cunt, I wiggled trying to stop him but I felt fingers pulling my cunt lips apart as this long rough tongue pushed in me, did you tell them I liked to be licked, did you, you bastard."

Still without a plan Darren listened, "He licked me slowly then his tongue would flick furiously over my clit, the big man could see in my eyes that it was having an effect, it was imposable not to, tied the way I was, there was no escape. The tongue tickled between my ass and cunt then slid in, the more I wiggled the more they cheered him on, they humiliated me, made me move, I was moaning at them to stop, the big man grinned, <You want me to take that gag off?> I nodded, his grin grew wide, <You sure you want your mouth free?> as he said that he took that fat cock and waved it in my face, <And open> I felt sick in my stomach knowing what he expected me to do."

Darren felt an uneasy change in her voice, not one of anger more of making sure every detail was poured down his ear, this was supposed to make her husband feel the biggest shit in the world, another Jim Beam helped, "Hands were playing with my bum, a tongue actively worked up inside my cunt, making me grunt and wiggle, bent the way I was a hand could get under me, fingers worked their way in to my bra and pulled at my nipples but all I could do was stare at that enormous cock as I felt him pulling at the tape.

God that hurt as he peeled it from around my head, hairs were torn from my scalp, he just laughed as I yelped at the last bit being ripped across my mouth, I looked up at him and made his day I pleaded to be freed, I humiliated myself by pleading at this man who you had sent to enjoy me, even as I was saying it I remembered that stupid fantasy and to make it better for you how I had told you, I would beg them but they would ignore me and force themselves upon me, could you believe I also said, I would be helpless and they could do what they liked, and secretly I would enjoy it, the hell I would.

Darren nearly choked on his drink as she raged, "And believe me, the fucking hell I didn't, as that was the start of my weekend. The bastard licking me got fed up with using his tongue, it was his turn to have some fun and unfortunately he had made me wet so all he had to do kneel behind me and drive his cock hard in to me, it was like being hit by a train he was so big and I squealed as his fat cock filled me but I wasn't squealing for long, oh no that other filthy fat cock that had been waving in my face saw to that.

He grabbed my head and rammed that stinking meat in to my mouth, he threatened to ram it down my throat if I didn't use my tongue, he was forcing me to suck it and lick it, it tasted gross but I had no option but to kiss it all over, he made me lick the filth from his foreskin, there was no time to be sick as there I was getting him rock hard before they both had their fun fucking me anyway they wanted.

Then my belt was taken off, they didn't care that I was choking their juice up, no I was turned over my legs undone and spread while the next took me. My bra was ripped to shreds and my nipples attacked by several mouths, they made me cry out but I was threatened with the tape again if I spoke. So I just lay there while he kneed my legs apart and then unable to do anything I let the bastard fuck me. After he made sure I'd swallowed all that other bastards cum I had to let him kiss me, I had to let him stick his disgusting, long rough tongue in to my mouth, the taste of beer and nicotine was awful but worse than that, their threats got me kissing him back, then to add to my humiliation they kept pinching my nipples until I made silly mmmming noise's.

Shall I go on, you want every gory detail on how I was bent over while the next one fucked my arse, I didn't have any say in the matter, in fact I couldn't say anything, they kept my hands tied and my mouth full of another cock, two of them fucked my face while the one behind me took his time filling my arse with his juice.

They all had another turn at me, my cunt, arse and mouth were there to be used and I just had to take it because they wanted it. After four hours of continues fucking, them fucking me, me sucking them they stopped, took me to the bathroom and cleaned me out, god the humiliation of standing in ones own shower with the shower nozzle being stuck up your arse and cunt while these animals mauled my tits and tweaked my nipples, I twisted and turned but they just laughed at me. Then their idea of fun, drying me by flicking towels at my naked body aiming at my most tender parts as I ran around the room squealing for their amusement all this before gagging me and retying my legs then leaving me on the bed to think about what was to come just so they could go back downstairs for more food and, as the big one said, more energy.

Through out the night they visited me, sometimes one, sometimes two and once three, did they come for a chat, or play cards, no you fucking shit they came to have their sadistic fun with me. I was helpless not once did they untie my hands but I was bent in more positions than thought possible.

I could only have slept for an hour, I was so exhausted but they didn't care I wasn't there for lively conversation I was there for them to fuck or worst of all being forced to fuck them. Sitting on their fat cocks as I bounced up and down, the speed determined by how fast they dragged my nipples about, or on my knees sucking them one after another, moving around our lounge sucking them over and over again and they wouldn't let me just suck them, oh no, it was down the throat or my little belt had a new use, that of making red marks on my already sore arse.

I hope I'm not keeping you up, up is the word you little shit because that's all they did to me, kept it up, up my cunt, up my arse, against the wall, over the sofa, anywhere I could be fucked I was or sucking, god my mouth was so sore, cock after filthy cock ploughed in to my mouth and as for licking balls and arse's how cruel could you be?

All day Saturday, in to the night and all today I have been used and degraded just because you thought I would like it, I can't even guess at how many times they fucked me and as for cocks in my mouth I must have swallowed a gallon of foul juice, well they've gone, they took food, drink and what ever money was in my purse, fucked me for the last time by roasting me twice, made it easy for me to free my hands but it took me an hour to get the stuff off my legs, oh yes just a last touch from your friends, they covered my cunt hair in that dam sticky tape you bought so I've had to cut my hair but it still hurt like crazy, so I hope your fucking proud of yourself for putting me through that."

Darren came all over his robe, his cock spurting cum everywhere, his arm now very tired, while he had been listening he had jerked himself off twice, but that wasn't the end, she was still at it, "Well Darren what's it to be, can we sort this out, can we keep it a secret, I couldn't stand the shame of people knowing our name and what happened, I can see people pointing at us, that's Pauline you know the one her husband arranged the gangbang for, what's her loving husbands name, oh yes Darren."

He snapped at her, "Well fancy my name being Darren but that's were the loving bit stops, this is room 417, you can never trust reception to get it right, now its your turn to shut up and listen. That sounded fun and I think I know who your Darren is but you aren't going to phone him or tell him anything tomorrow, no you will keep it quite and he will go away on the tenth because I want some of their fun so I am coming to visit you, Pauline Conrad, of Richmond Gardens on the tenth, and you better be home and alone, get plenty of food and drink in for the weekend, that's if you want your secret kept from that bloody Burbeck cuntry club.

Pagan.

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