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Author’s Note - Can you draw or illustrate? I am thinking of publishing the entire Adventures of Christine’s bondage sex stories, from the very beginning, in book form. If you think you can draw Christine, and her friends, in various sexual scenes, please contact me at - christine33113@yahoo.com

At last! The week was finally over. It had been a HELL of a week at the Foundation, with several late nights and many deadlines to meet. But, it was over now and I could spend a relaxing weekend, by myself, doing nothing or whatever I wanted. First though, I was going to meet a couple girlfriends for a relaxing dinner and a lot of talk. On that Friday night, I closed up the office just before 6:00 PM. I drove the mile or so to the restaurant, parked my car, and walked in. Ashley and Meagan were already there, and yelled, “Hey Christine,” when they saw me.

Every 2 or 3 weeks, I get together with some of the girls for a nice dinner after work on Friday. The 3 of us had a wonderful relaxing time, splitting a bottle of wine, and talking, laughing and catching up. I left the restaurant about 8:00 PM and made the drive home in about 45 minutes. A few months earlier, I moved out of my parent’s home and rented a house, with an option to buy. I had decided not to go to grad school for an MBA. I was learning so much, while working at the Foundation, and meeting so many people in the business world. Maybe I would take some interesting business grad courses locally? During the drive home, I was thinking about a nice long bath and watching a movie, and had decided to wait until Sunday afternoon to work on the few files that I brought home from the office. I parked in my driveway, gathered the mail from the mailbox and let myself in. I put my briefcase, purse and the mail on the little table in the front entrance and hung my coat up in the front hall closet. As I walked into the living room, I was roughly grabbed by 2 men. One of them held me tightly by my arms. The other grasped my long ponytail, forcing my head back. He stuffed a large wad of cloth into my mouth and covered it with a strip of sticky tape. The man holding me forced my arms behind my back and held my wrists crossed, while the other man tightly tied my wrists with a rope. They pushed me out into the center of my living room and let me go.

I was in shock, but also furious at this intrusion. I stared at them. Both were about my height and appeared to be in their mid 20s, like me. They looked like they could be brothers. They were both lean and strong, wearing faded jeans. One had on a black tee shirt and the other a tight red tee shirt, showing off his muscular torso. After sizing each other up, I bolted, thinking I could make it to my bedroom, and lock the sturdy door, and use the speed dial to call the police. I never made it halfway to the doorway. They easily caught me and dragged me back. They roughly pushed me back and forth between them, and I stumbled and went down on my side. Both of them just loomed over me laughing. Eventually, they stood me up, but surrounded me, leaving me only a 4’-5’ space to move in. They continued to push me around, while they grabbed at my clothes. I tried kicking out at one of them, but he caught my foot and I wound up sprawled on my ass down on the floor. They stepped back, allowing me to get back on my feet. The 2 of them could have jumped me at anytime, but they were toying with me. I was getting tired from struggling and trying to avoid them. Soon they had my blouse pulled out from my skirt. The red shirt guy grabbed me by my tits and held me tight, while the black shirt guy grabbed my blouse from behind and tore it all the way up the back.

They took turns holding me and ripping my blouse. When they finished, I stood there embarrassed and fuming, with my blouse torn to shreds and both sleeves pulled off. My chest was heaving and my bra was showing through in several places, but they just stood there laughing at me. When the red shirt stepped to grab me, I spread and braced my feet. From behind, I heard a click and then a long ripping sound. I felt my skirt give and open up the back, and saw that the man behind me had a knife. My anger instantly turned to terror! The black shirt wielded his knife in front of my face and resumed his work. He pulled my skirt as he cut all the way around me. I didn’t move an inch. When he finished, he had cut my skirt off leaving me wearing a ragged extremely short mini skirt that exposed the bottom of my thong and my ass cheeks. They pointed and laughed at me, while they roughly pushed me around for a few minutes. The black shirt grabbed me tightly with both arms around my back and easily lifted me off the ground. From behind, the red shirt took off my shoes and tied my ankles together.

When I was put back down on my feet, the black shirt again pulled out his knife. He slowly began cutting away the tattered remains of my blouse that still hung on my body. As he worked, the red shirt ran his hands over my bare skin and felt my tits through my bra. After he had finished cutting away my blouse, the black shirt moved behind me. He grabbed the waistband of my skirt, and with one slice of his knife, my skirt fell to the floor. I was standing there gagged in my bra and thong, with my wrists and ankles tied. They forced me down to the carpeted floor on my back. The red shirt had taken off his jeans and sat on me, straddling me just below my chest. He took the knife, waved it in my face, and cut my 2 bra straps and then sliced my bra between the cups. As my bra fell away, my bare breasts pointed up at them. The red shirt leaned over and screamed into my face, “LISTEN UP SLUT, WHEN WE FINISH WITH YOU, YOU’LL WISH YOU NEVER HIT ON HAYLEY’S BOYFRIEND!” He pulled out his hard penis, grabbed and squeezed my breasts and started tittie fucking me. I could only moan my protests into my gag and shake my head NO. I didn’t know anyone named Hayley! He roughly squeezed my tits, as he rubbed his cock between them. When he finally came, he shot his cum all over my face and chest. I could only lay there on the floor feeling humiliated and violated.

While I endured my shame, the black shirt had been searching my bedroom, because he walked back into the living room carrying my duffle bag of bondage equipment. The red shirt picked me up and carried me into the kitchen. He laid me down on the kitchen table, on my back, with my head hanging over one side, and my legs dangling over the other edge. The black shirt grabbed my ponytail and held my head down below the table’s surface. The red shirt untied my ankles and spread my legs. He tied each ankle to one of the table legs, leaving me spread wide open, now covered only by my skimpy black silk thong. However, that lasted only a few minutes. When my legs were secured, red shirt got the knife and cut my thong away leaving me bound on the table totally naked. Black shirt had stripped to his tee shirt and held my head down tightly. As he tore off the strip of tape and took the wad of cloth out of my mouth, he hissed, “Don’t make a sound and you won’t get cut.” “OK WHORE, THIS IS PAYBACK FOR HITTING ON HAYLEY’S BOYFRIEND!” He waved his hard cock in my face and tried to stick it in my mouth. I held my mouth shut and shook my head NO! Suddenly, black shirt slapped me hard across my cheek and pinched my nose. When I screamed and gasped for air, he shoved his big hard dick all the way into my mouth and into my throat. He told red shirt to, “Work the whore’s pussy good, but don’t let her come.”

I felt a sharp pain as red shirt forced a finger into my cunt. Black shirt grasped my head with both hands and was fucking my mouth hard. I was aware of the finger continually probing my pussy, as I tried to keep up with the big cock ramming my mouth. Several times, black shirt plunged his cock deep into my throat and I thought he would come. As the finger worked my pussy, I whimpered throughout the ordeal. The cock kept fucking my mouth long, hard and deep. Finally he stiffened, but he pulled out and sprayed his cum all over my bare chest and stomach. The 2 men switched places, and soon red shirt had shoved his cock into my mouth shouting, “SUCK MY COCK BITCH!” I had no chance to protest or tell them that I didn’t know anyone named Hayley. He made me lick his cock until it was good and wet, but soon grabbed my ponytail and forced his cock deep into my throat. With his other hand, he pinched and twisted my nipples. He had come earlier, when he tittie fucked me, and I thought he would not come quickly this time. I definitely was becoming aware of more than one finger working my pussy. Black shirt first used just one finger, but quickly filled me with 2 and then 3 fingers. Meanwhile, red shirt was pounding his cock relentlessly in and out of my mouth. It seemed he took forever. At last, I heard him gasp and hold his breath. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and exploded with a loud groan. He spurted his cum all over my tits and belly.

Again, I had no chance to say anything. I was catching my breath, when red shirt stuffed one of my ballgags into my mouth and buckled it tightly behind my head. Black shirt said, “Look at this cunt. She doesn’t want to come like this, but I’m going to make her come, just like the slut she is.” He continued to work my pussy with his fingers. No, I didn’t want to come for them like that. I was naked, with my hands tied behind my back, lying on the kitchen table. My legs were tied wide apart to the table legs and I had 3 loads of cum spattered all over me. I was pleading NO, NO, NO, into my gag, while I violently shook my head. It was so degrading. I was so embarrassed. Black shirt was persistently pumping 2 fingers in and out of my pussy. I resisted as much as I could and tried to take my mind off his assault. When another of his fingers started rubbing my clit, I felt my resistance slip away. I couldn’t help myself. I started moaning and responding to his touch. Black shirt said, “Listen to her moan.” “I’m going to make her come soon and she can’t stop me.” He rubbed my clit so fast and hard that I exploded and shuddered in my orgasm, right there in front of them. They laughed as I laid there quivering.

Red shirt suggested that they take a break and find something to eat. I was lying across the narrow width of the table and there was plenty of room on either end. They rummaged through my refrigerator and found the sliced deli turkey and roast beef I had. They made themselves sandwiches with all the trimmings. They sat down, with their plates and a Coke, at the ends of the table, to eat. As they ate, they continually berated me, always referring to me as the CUNT, SLUT or WHORE who hit on Hayley’s boyfriend. As they talked back and forth over my naked body, they made lewd suggestions about what they were going to do with me. When it was time for their dessert, they finished off the ice cream that I had in my freezer. When black shirt found the ice cream scoop in one of the drawers, he also brought out a large flat metal spatula and placed it on the table.

The table was cleared, after they finished eating, Red shirt sat me up, while black shirt untied my legs. They walked me around to the end of the table and bent me over it. Black shirt tied my ankles spread to the legs at that end of the table, and red shirt blindfolded me and held me down. I could feel all their sticky cum smearing on the table under me, as my stomach and tits were mashed down to the tabletop. THWACK! THWACK! A searing pain from my ass rocked through my body. Black shirt yelled, “THIS IS FOR HAYLEY, BITCH,” as he paddled my ass with that flat metal spatula. Red shirt had one hand tightly holding my head down by my ponytail, while his other hand held my bound wrists in the small of my back, so that I couldn’t move my hands down to block the blows. My whole body jerked with each blow. I don’t know how long he beat on my bare ass cheeks. I was moaning in pain into my gag, and tears started welling from my eyes. When black shirt had enough, he turned the spatula over to red shirt. I moaned, whined and tried to plead into my gag for them to stop, but red shirt continued the beating of my ass. At some point, my ass was so sore that I no longer felt the blows. I was sobbing uncontrollably. Finally, the beating stopped. They left me there on the table crying.

Eventually, I was able to compose myself somewhat. My ass was throbbing from the beating. I felt cold hands on my burning ass, spreading my cheeks. Another pain ran through me as a thick cock forced its way into my pussy, while the other guy held me down. I was dry, but he started fucking me doggie-style anyway. It was painful at first, but after awhile my pussy juices started to flow and the pain went away. I could only lay there and take it. Over and over he yelled, “DO YOU LIKE THIS CUNT?” He fucked me slowly for a long time, and then picked up speed as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into me. When the 1st guy finished with me, with a satisfying groan, the 2nd guy was right there shoving, his cock into my pussy. As this guy plunged his cock in and out of my pussy, anger boiled within me. I was both mortified and pissed at having to endure this assault. Finally, the 2nd guy came with a loud grunt of pleasure.       

After a few minutes, they stood me up and removed my blindfold. As black shirt untied my spread ankles, I got a look at the kitchen clock. The beating and the 2 fuckings had lasted over an hour. I’m ashamed to admit that I actually came twice, while the 2nd guy fucked me. I’m sure he didn’t notice or care. The orgasms were small and insignificant. A woman can only take so much stimulation, before her body betrays her will. I felt cheap and defiled. They took me into my bedroom, along with my bondage equipment duffle, and sat me on the end of my bed. Red shirt said, “If you aren’t already sorry you hit on Hayley’s boyfriend, you soon will be.” Still gagged, I had no chance to tell them that I didn’t know anyone named Hayley. I was seated at the edge, in the center, at the foot of my bed, and they pushed me down flat on my back, with my wrists still tied behind me. They took 2 lengths of rope; spread my legs so wide apart that I thought I would split, and tied my ankles to the corner posts of the bed. Red shirt casually told black shirt, obviously so that I could hear, “One of the most humiliating things you can do to a woman is to make her come repeatedly, in front of you, when she has no control and can’t stop you.” Knowing what they were going to do to me didn’t help. I started struggling and yelling into my gag, while I shook my head, NO NO NO! 

Red shirt started using his fingers to play with my pussy. He worked my love hole for probably 10-15 minutes, getting me really worked up and wet. He knelt and lowered his mouth to my pussy, while keeping a finger moving in my love hole. His tongue found my clit and licked it furiously. I immediately felt those unmistakable sensations shooting from my pussy to my brain. He quickly had me squirming and never let up. I was shocked at how fast he made me come. My body shook and I was already starting to gasp for air. My eyes met black shirts eyes, as he stood over me watching me come. He just smiled, pointed at my pussy and shook his head knowingly. Meanwhile, red shirt’s assault on my clit continued uninterrupted. There was no real time to come down from that 1st orgasm, because the sensations were rapidly building within me and my head was shaking uncontrollably from side to side. A 2nd orgasm quickly rocked through me, making me writhe and whimper into my gag. I was disgusted with myself, because he made me come so quickly, like a wanton slut.

It took only seconds for black shirt to kneel and take over the plundering of my clit. He was an expert with his tongue and soon had me wriggling and moaning. Red shirt was now leering over me, watching every movement and reaction my body made. He excitedly shouted, “LOOK AT HER, SHE’S MOANING LIKE THE SLUT SHE IS!” As he said this, another orgasm shot through me, and this encouraged black shirt to lick faster. I was thrashing wildly, and red shirt bent over to hold me steady. Another orgasm exploded through me, causing my whole body to spasm. Still, the licking persistently went on. I was screaming into my gag. I had lost all control of my body. I couldn’t help it. I was all raw nerves, just reacting and responding to that tongue. Red shirt again shouted, “C’MON CUNT, COME AGAIN FOR US!” It was as if he commanded my body. Another even more intense orgasm engulfed me. I couldn’t stand it. I hysterically screamed and screamed into my gag. I laid there sobbing and shaking, not even realizing that black shirt had stopped tormenting my clit. Both of them stood over me laughing and pointing. They made me come like a brazen slut. They had done what they said they would do to me, and thoroughly humiliated me.

Black shirt had already left my bedroom, when red shirt untied my legs before also leaving. I just curled up in the fetal position trying to compose myself. I wasn’t sure why I continued to sob. It was likely from both the sheer intensity of the stimulation my clit had received and my embarrassment over their making me perform for them. My head was spinning. I had no idea what else they would do to me, and I didn’t know how much more I could take. It seemed useless to try and tell them that I didn’t know any Hayley, and never hit on her boyfriend. They would never believe me anyway..

My 2 captors came back into my bedroom and got me up from the bed. While red shirt went through my duffle, looking for more ropes, black shirt untied my wrists and held my free arms up above my head. Red shirt tied a rope tightly around my waist, knotting it behind me. He took the 2 long strands of rope, from the knot, and passed them through my ass cheeks and pussy slit. He pulled the 2 rope strands tight and tied them to my waist rope in front. The double crotch rope strands were buried deep in my pussy, and he was careful to position one strand of rope on either side of my clit. Next, he tied a shorter length of rope to my crotch rope, in front, just below my waist rope. This made an effective leash. Red shirt really knew what he was doing with the ropes, and undoubtedly had a lot of experience. My arms were brought down behind my back. They bent my elbows, and forced my wrists up between my shoulder blades. My wrists were tied crossed, and the excess rope was tied around my upper arms. This held me in a tight bondage, with my breasts forced unnaturally outwards. Finally, a hobble rope of about 12” was tied between my 2 ankles, allowing me to take only very short steps.

Red shirt picked up the leash. He tugged on it, urging me to move and follow him. The tortuous parade began. They led me through my entire house; through my guest bedroom, through my office, through the living room, into and around the kitchen and dining area, and finally back to my bedroom. I could take only very short steps, because of the hobble rope, and every step I took caused the crotch rope to rub my clit and pussy. Black shirt followed the parade, pinching and swatting my ass as we went along. In the living room, red shirt pulled hard on the leash and made me run around the room. My pussy was constantly being rubbed and stimulated by the crotch rope. I could feel that my clit was swollen and felt like it was on fire. We stopped in each room for them to maul my perky bouncing protruding tits, before moving on to the next room. They took turns squeezing them hard, and twisting, pinching and pulling on my nipples. The most painful thing they did was to grab my nipples and alternately pulled them out as far as they would go. We did 2 complete loops through my house, before stopping back in my bedroom. My tits ached from their torment, while my twat screamed to my brain for relief. They had their fun at my expense.

When we got back into my bedroom for the final time, they made me kneel down, still bound and hobbled as I was. The ballgag, that had been in my mouth for so long, was removed. While black shirt removed his shorts, to reveal his thick hard cock, I resisted the urge to blurt out that I didn’t know Hayley. Maybe my ordeal was near its end, or maybe they’d punish me more severely for lying? It was obvious what was coming next. Black shirt stuck his hard thick cock in my face and said, “Do I have to tell you what to do with this BITCH?” I didn’t want to suck his cock again. I closed my mouth and shook my head NO! What was I thinking? As I realized my mistake, red shirt grabbed me roughly from behind and held me tight. Black shirt slapped my face. He grabbed my chin and forced my head up. He shoved his thick cock into my mouth and all the way into my throat. As I gagged, he kept his cock deep in my throat and ordered me to suck. Black shirt had grasped my head, with both hands, and started fucking my mouth hard. He seemed very impatient. He kept up his relentless pounding, and never let me come up for air. I couldn’t do anything but hold on with my lips. I looked around for red shirt and saw him rummaging through the drawers of my bedside table. Black shirt was content to just thrust away, into my mouth, using long rapid strokes. After quite some time, he came suddenly and sighed with satisfaction. I had no indication that he was even close. He just came in my mouth, rather than plunging his cock into my throat, and spurted his cum. He quickly pulled out, leaving me to swallow his cum. I just relaxed on my knees as much as I could with my wrists tied up between my shoulder blades.

Black shirt had walked out of my bedroom, without saying a word, and I couldn’t see or hear red shirt anywhere. After maybe 5 minutes, red shirt came out of my bathroom and headed for me. He had a little smirk on his face, and a big hard cock waving back and forth, as he walked. He stuck his cock in my face and said, “SUCK IT, SLUT!” This time I wouldn’t make the mistake of resisting. He grabbed my chin with one hand, and grasped my ponytail with the other, as he forced his dick into my mouth. He started pumping slowly and I got some pretty good suction going. As red shirt hammered my mouth, he continually chided me to, “SUCK HARDER, BITCH!” It seemed like he had been abusing my mouth forever, but finally thrust several times deep into my throat and exploded, uttering several satisfied grunts. He squirted his cum into my throat for a long time. After he pulled out, I swallowed his cum. Then, with a look of derision on his face, he shoved me over onto my side, onto the floor, and removed my leg hobble. With his foot, he rolled me onto my back and spread my legs wide apart. He put one foot into my crotch and sarcastically asked, “DO YOU DO FOOT FUCKS TOO, SLUT?” He said, “Don’t move” and walked out of my bedroom. It was pretty uncomfortable lying on the floor on my back, legs spread wide open, with my wrists tied up between my shoulder blades, while feelings of shame flooded my mind.

After about 10 minutes, black shirt and red shirt returned to my bedroom. When black shirt saw my demeaning position on the floor, he laughed at me. They picked me up and dumped me onto my queen size bed. They untied my wrist bondage ropes. Red shirt attached my own padded leather wrist and ankle cuffs to my limbs. With ropes they tied and stretched me spread-eagle on my back to the 4 corners of my bed. Red shirt went to my bedside table, where he was rummaging earlier, and pulled out my toys and K-Y lube (I had premixed my K-Y His and Hers for really tingly sensations during my private playtime). He selected my 8” UltraSkin dildo that is 2” in diameter. Red shirt slathered the K-Y lube all over the dildo and worked it into my pussy. I think about 3/4 of it was inside my love hole, because red shirt reached between my legs and held onto the end that still stuck out of my pussy. Suddenly, black shirt started tickling the soles of my feet.

I had no idea how they discovered that the bottoms of my feet were deathly ticklish. I yelped and started laughing. Soon, I was writhing and laughing uncontrollably, but I couldn’t avoid his fingers dancing along the bottoms of my feet. He tickled my feet continuously for probably 15-20 minutes. I was thrashing and bucking, trying to get loose and escape those fingers. My bonds held. I was gasping for breath and giggling out of control, as my head jerked wildly back and forth. I pleaded with black shirt to stop, but he would not let up. Thoughts of having a heart attack ran through my mind. Thankfully, the onslaught finally stopped. I just collapsed. I laid there on the bed trying to catch my breath and calm down. It was only then, that I thought of the dildo in my pussy. I wasn’t aware of it at all, while I endured the tickle torture. However, my pussy tingled from some stimulation red shirt had done to me, during black shirt’s tickling.

I never fully recovered. When black shirt sat on the bed and gripped the end of the dildo that was still sticking out of my pussy, he slowly and steadily moved it in and out of me for quite some time. My hips began to move and respond, when red shirt suddenly started tickling my feet again. My whole body jerked and I felt the dildo go deep into me. Within minutes, I was out of control, straining at my bonds and cackling hysterically. As I lurched in my bonds, I was aware of the dildo moving in my pussy, causing tingling sensations to register in a tiny far away place in my brain. I was frantic for it to stop, unable to think or function, and again I begged and pleaded for him to stop. I was probably in near delirium and ready to pass out, when the tickling finally stopped. My chest was heaving and my body shook. However, as I again tried to calm myself, the dildo inside me kept moving.

I opened my eyes and looked down. Black shirt was still sitting beside me on the bed steadily working the dildo in and out of my pussy. He had continued to do that while I was being tickled, and my pussy had come alive. Now the tingling sensations in my pussy fully registered on my brain. Slowly and rhythmically black shirt forced the dildo deep in my pussy, and then pulled it nearly out. My hips were involuntarily thrusting and I couldn’t stop them. A moan escaped my throat. It seemed I had only a minute or two to try and compose myself, when red shirt vigorously began tickling the soles of my feet again.

Red shirt quickly worked me into a frenzied state. My body was gyrating and I couldn’t stop laughing. Again, I was out of control, but along with my uncontrolled laughter, moans were coming from my mouth. Sensations from the dildo moving in my pussy were also making it to my brain. Black shirt leaned over me and asked, “Do you want to come SLUT?” I shook my head NO. I realized that instead of wildly gyrating from the tickling, my hips were actually thrusting back and forth against the dildo held firmly in my pussy. An orgasm was building inside me, but I was causing it. I couldn’t stop thrusting my hips at that big dildo in my pussy, but I didn’t want them to make me come again for them. I needed to come or I feared that I would go insane from the tickling and tingling. Black shirt noticed what was happening. He shouted, “LOOK AT THIS BITCH!” “SHE’S FUCKING HERSELF LIKE A SLUT!” It was true. I couldn’t help myself. Black shirt held the dildo firmly, and my hips thrust faster and faster from the incessant tickling. They forced me to fuck myself! I was moaning continuously and broke out in a sweat. At last! I screamed in relief as a giant orgasm engulfed me. I felt a little ashamed of myself, as I enjoyed the spasms of pleasure that rocked my body. I never noticed when red shirt stopped tickling me. I just moaned and moaned like a slut in heat!

I laid there on the bed for some time, until I was jolted back to reality, when I heard red shirt say, “Let’s do her again!” Red shirt now took a seat on the bed beside me and grabbed the end of the dildo sticking out of my pussy. He pushed the dildo as far into my pussy as he could and started moving it in and out, using short rapid strokes. Black shirt immediately started tickling my feet. I responded instantly. For several minutes, the tickling overpowered my senses. Gradually, the sensations radiating from my pussy muted the tickling that still went on. My pussy was on fire. I had been involuntarily thrusting my hips all that time. Red shirt shouted at me, “YOU WANT TO FUCK YOURSELF AGAIN, BITCH, DON’T YOU?” A few minutes later he leaned close to my face and said, “C’MON SLUT FUCK YOURSELF FOR US!” I didn’t want to come for them again, but I needed to come again SOON! I didn’t even realize that the tickling had stopped, until I heard black shirt shouting from next to me, on the other side of the bed, “LOOK AT HER!” “SHE’S FUCKING HERSELF LIKE THE SLUT SHE IS.” I was. I couldn’t stop. I thrust faster and faster, forcing the dildo deep into me with each stroke. I moaned and screamed, “OH GOD OH GOD” repeatedly. I was fucking myself in front of them! I HAD BECOME THE FUCKING SLUT THEY CALLED ME! I was almost totally exhausted, when I finally made myself come on that damn dildo. It was a shattering orgasm, but I merely slumped, gasping and moaning, as my body quivered and spasmed.

I’m not sure how long I laid there in a daze. I was still bound spread-eagle on the bed, but the dildo had been removed from my pussy. It no longer mattered that I didn’t know anyone named Hayley, or hadn’t hit on her boyfriend. I was questioning myself. I was rethinking my own sexuality. It shocked me that 2 strange men could come into my home, humiliate and defile me, and so easily force me to come repeatedly for them. When they came for me, I was deep in thought. The cuffs holding my wrists and ankles were unbuckled. They took me into my bathroom, on weak wobbly legs, and sat me down on the toilet to pee. When I had finished, they told me to climb into my whirlpool tub and kneel down. I started to protest, but the knife reappeared. I was beaten and complied. Red shirt turned the water on, while black shirt handed me the bar of Dove soap, from the sink, and told me to wash their dried cum off. I lathered the soap in my hands and soaped up my neck, chest and stomach. Black shirt reached down and scooped some soap from my right tit and scrubbed the dried cum off my face. He told me to wash my pussy good. When I did, I felt my still swollen pussy lips and sensitive clit. I was careful not to get any soap inside my vagina. I cupped my hands to get water from the spout and rinsed myself off.

They helped me step out of the whirlpool. Red shirt handed me a towel to dry myself off. Black shirt took my prescription Ambien sleeping pills out of my medicine cabinet and forced me to swallow 2 of them. Red shirt roughly grabbed my wrists and cruelly forced them up behind my back. Black shirt crushed my body to his and kissed me hard on the mouth. He hissed at me, “Behave yourself SLUT and this will soon be over.” They marched me back into my bedroom, with my arms still wrenched behind my back. As red shirt held me, black shirt buckled my ballgag deep into my mouth. I was pushed down onto my bed on my back. Each of them grabbed one of my arms and buckled them into the wrist cuffs, already tied to the top corners of the bed. Black shirt grabbed both my ankles and pulled me down the bed, stretching my arms tight. Each of them buckled one of my legs into an ankle cuff, but they were not finished. They untied the ankle cuff ropes from the bottom corner posts of the bed. Each of them pulled and stretched one of my legs wider apart and tied them securely to the side rails of the bed. My legs were spread as wide open as they would go.

Black shirt climbed on the end of my bed and crawled up toward me. He was going to rape me again and I was helpless to stop him. He positioned himself over me and braced himself on one elbow. With his other arm, he slipped his hand between us and worked 2 fingers into my love hole. After he got me wet and open, he collapsed on my chest. He easily pushed his thick cock into me and started thrusting.  He plunged in and out of me at seemingly a frenzied pace that he wouldn’t be able to keep up for very long. He seemed to be in a hurry to come, without any regard to making me come. But, maybe that was his plan. As he neared his climax, he pumped deeper and even faster into me. Black shirt came with a loud groan and seemed relieved, while he twitched and shot his load of cum into me. He silently pulled out of me and walked out of my bedroom.

A few minutes later, red shirt walked in and stripped down to his tee. His cock was not fully erect yet. He climbed on top of me, straddling my chest. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them around his cock. He started tittie fucking me, like he did earlier, but stopped when he got his cock rock hard. He moved down between my wide spread legs. Red shirt slowly and almost teasingly slipped his cock into my wet fiery cunt. He supported some of his weight with his arms, but still crushed my body to the bed. We were eye to eye, with his cock deep inside me, and without menace whispered, “Do you want to come again?” After all I had been through that night, they had, at least, proven that I was some kind of a willful fucking slut. In my position, I had no choice. If he wanted to rape me again, he would. On the other hand, I wasn’t going to beg him, unless forced to, so I nodded my head yes. He started fucking me slowly. While black shirt hadn’t made me come, his screwing certainly made my pussy hot. I immediately responded to red shirt’s thrusts. I really did want to come again, no matter how. I pumped my hips back at red shirt and met him thrust for thrust.

Red shirt soon had me moaning and whimpering, signaling the beginning of an orgasm. I was energized. After maybe 5-10 minutes of steady fucking, he started going deeper and faster. My hips still kept up with him, but I was panting and screaming into my ballgag. An orgasm was coming on fast. His deep plunges swept me over the edge. I sighed loudly in my throat, as wave after wave of pleasure consumed me. Red shirt continued fucking me all through my orgasm, heightening my pleasure. He soon came loudly, almost screaming his release. His whole body shuddered through his climax. He collapsed on top of me. We must have laid there for 10-15 minutes, catching our breaths and coming down.

That orgasm was wonderful and mind blowing. For the first time that night, it didn’t feel forced. This was probably the end of my ordeal, and I was actually feeling a little horny. I moved first. I could feel that red shirt’s cock, still inside me, was not totally soft and limp. It felt like it had a little life in it. So, I started twitching a bit. Next, I gyrated my hips a little, just teasing that cock inside me. It didn’t take long for red shirt’s cock to spring to life. He rose up and took most of his weight off my chest. Then, he started moving his cock slowly, back and forth, just an inch or two. As his cock grew harder, his strokes became longer. After a few minutes of this, we were fucking each other like there was no tomorrow. My extreme spread-eagle bondage position did not prevent me from wildly bucking and thrusting my hips in time with red shirt’s plunges. He was like a wild man plundering my pussy. Towards the end, I couldn’t keep up with him. I just collapsed, while he continued to pound into me, until giant orgasms overwhelmed us. We came and came and came, with me screaming and shrieking into my gag. I was totally spent. I didn’t realize how exhausted I was. The effects of the sleeping pills I was forced to take were now making me drowsy.

Red shirt withdrew his cock and climbed off the bed. He used my bathroom and came back to get dressed. I had already started to drift off, when I was awakened by red shirt’s rummaging in my bedside table. He pulled my 6” silicone vibrator out of the drawer and grabbed my K-Y lube from where he left it on the tabletop. He generously lubed up the vibe, turned it on and shoved it all the way into my pussy. Before he walked out of my bedroom, he removed the ballgag from my mouth. I was left there naked and bound in a wide spread-eagle, with my pussy buzzing from a vibrator set on high. I was fighting the sleeping pills, but losing the battle. One shuddering orgasm racked my body, but I have no memory after that. I succumbed to the sleeping pills and fell into a coma-like sleep.

I woke up refreshed. I was no longer bound to the bed, and I was covered with a sheet. The vibrator was no longer in my pussy. When I looked around, my vibe was sitting on my bedside table, next to the clock radio. It was 4:00 PM Saturday afternoon! I was hungry. I took a quick shower and washed my hair. While I dried and set my hair, I filled my whirlpool with water as hot as I could stand it. I luxuriated in the whirlpool for 30-40 minutes, until the water started to cool. After drying off and finishing my hair, I put on a robe and headed for the kitchen. I was starving.

When I walked into the kitchen, I found an invoice, on the counter, next to the coffeemaker. The invoice contained a long list of items, with every item neatly checked off.  Red shirt and black shirt had done everything to me that I asked them to do, and MORE! My pussy still tingled. At the bottom of the invoice, it was marked PAID IN FULL!!!