Mia looked down in shock to see Deon put a chemical-soaked cloth over Noah's face. Her husband passed out, limp as a puppet with its strings lopped off.
"No, please. What are you doing?" Mia begged. The 21-year-old blonde was cuffed to the headboard completely naked, helpless as she watched Deon drag Noah off the bed. The sick part of it all was that this deep, inner part of her psyche loved what was happening. For so long she had nursed a secret rape fantasy - of being accosted in her home, her husband tied up, forced to watch the unspeakable unfold - a fantasy she'd only revealed to her husband when they'd married a few months ago. Now it seemed it was coming true...only with darker implications than Mia wanted to acknowledge.
"Quiet, little cunt. Your husband's going to take a nice 'nap' while we take you downstairs to play with you some more," Deon growled. Deon, by far the most intimidating of the three intruders, was a muscular black man at least 6'7 tall. A swirl of ominous tattoos covered his bare arms like battle scars. He proceeded to unlock Mia's cuffs, but it had nothing to do with mercy. He fondled the girl's shapely breasts as he drew the cuffs away. He pinched her nipples, wresting a loud groan from her lips. Meanwhile somewhere deep down her libido flared to new heights - like fire given a fresh batch of oxygen.
"Take the slut over there," he said, gesturing Emmett to drag her to the other side of the room. Mia felt strong hands grab her, pulling her off the bed. She felt the blood rush back into her hands, sighing as Emmett curled one strong arm around her, pulling her back against his chest. She felt his hard cock graze her backside. It made her shiver.
"Take a good look, cute bitch. Your hubbie's getting a nice, comfortable spot to rest on the bed. Isn't he a lucky man?" Emmett murmured.
The beautiful young blonde watched as they cuffed Noah to the bed in much the same way they had cuffed her a short while ago. He lay face-up, his legs spread wide. His wrists were both cuffed to the headboard. Unconscious, his boyish face lolled to the side. His cock lay flaccid between his legs. He looked almost peaceful...which seemed so incredibly wrong to Mia. Mia felt the urge to cry out to him, to shout 'Noah, wake up. Help me. Save me from these brutal freaks!' But of course she knew it wouldn't do any good. Whatever the three young black men had used to drug Noah, he was completely out for the count.
Deon glanced at Cameron, the third part of this sadistic trio. "Come with me out to the van. Let's get our special 'toy' for Mia so that the real fun can begin. Yeah?"
When Cameron nodded, Mia's eyes bulged. The willowy girl shuddered. All three men had already raped Mia. What could they have planned next? What could possibly be worse? The girl whimpered as she felt the dull throb in her pussy from all their cocks fucking her without mercy. But the memory of her unexpected orgasms sent a new burst of arousal between her legs too. She felt so conflicted, her darkest desires stoking feelings she'd never wanted to acknowledge even as she felt the burn of shame in her chest. Even though they'd forced Noah to lick out their nasty cum from her snatch, she still felt unclean everywhere - as if some residual jism from their three raping cocks had seeped permanently into her soft, inner folds. She felt as if she could feel their warm cum nestled deep in her womb.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Mia wailed as she saw Deon and Cameron start to leave. But Emmett just put his hand over her mouth. He petted her pussy with his other hand and told her to be quiet.
Meanwhile, as Deon and Cameron exited the room, the leader called over his shoulder, "Keep the bitch up here for a few minutes. I want to have the special 'toy' all set up for our hot, sexy girl when she comes down those stairs."
What special 'toy' was he talking about? Mia wondered. The possibilities terrified her. When Mia struggled a bit, Emmett tied Mia's wrists together firmly in front of her with a length of rope. The next few minutes were a cruel torture of anticipation. A tiny sliver of Mia actually felt excitement. That scared her almost as much as the thoughts racing through her mind.
'Where is all this leading? What are they going to do with Noah once he wakes up? What if Noah doesn't wake up!?' Fear somehow managed to dovetail with the latent lust pooling between her legs, though. She felt like someone had lit a terrible, unholy fire deep inside her loins. Right and wrong had been replaced by primal, feminine instinct. The need to be dominated. To submit. To be controlled...
"OK, we're ready for the white bitch. Bring her down," Deon called.
Emmett grasped her by the arm and tugged her down the steps with him. They walked out into the wide-open living room which was furnished with two huge, comfy coffee-colored sofas. Hardwood floors stained a deep red contrasted beautifully with the furniture. At first Mia frowned. She saw a duffel bag opened, with odds and ends splayed around it. But that wasn't what made her knees go weak. That wasn't what made the young woman nearly pass out right then and there. Mia's blue eyes looked imploringly at her captors.
"No. You can't...it's not...possible," she breathed, half in awe, half in horror.
There, in the center of the living room, sat a saddle-shaped device lined with rubber. Springing up out of the center of the device was a long, thick rubber shaft colored bright pink. It had to be a full foot in length. And that wasn't the worst part of it. The shaft was covered in a series of ribbed layers - sharp, little bumps EVERYWHERE. The further down the shaft, the more pronounced the ribbing became. The phallic monstrosity took Mia's breath away. The gorgeous young blonde trembled as Emmett guided her towards the device. Meanwhile Deon laid down the ground rules.
"Listen up, bitch. Me and the boys are going to play some poker to relax - but lucky YOU, little whore, YOU get to be the added entertainment." He gestured at the obscene rubber dildo. "You are going to hump that big cock like a cock-teasing slut. I want full eagerness from you, like the fuck-slave you are. Oh, and I forgot...we have one more way to make your ride on 'Cuntsplitter,' as we affectionately call him, all the more memorable." Deon took a vial of some liquid from the duffel bag. Unscrewing the lid, the black man poured the contents on the tip of the giant dildo. Then he rubbed the oily fluid up and down until it coated the entire length.
"This is a special hot sauce, diluted with just enough oil to give the shaft some extra lubrication for your young pussy. As you bust your cunt on the shaft, you are going to FEEL more than just the size of the shaft, bitch. You are going to feel the hot sauce. It's going to be a FUCK unlike any you've ever had in your young life."
"No! I won't. I won't do that!" Mia wailed. Meanwhile, her libido gently prodded her. The traitorous whispers of that same libido made this awful, horrific prospect seem almost enticing. The idea that she might be forced to experience something totally new sent a shiver of excitement through her sex. She looked away though. She wouldn't acknowledge it. Never.
