Warnings: There is a rape scene in this story, there is a gang bang scene, and there is non consensual sex.
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It was summer. I was at the beach a lot, since it was not far from where I lived. On the weekends, and after work, almost every day. I had a nice tan, and I was happily going through some serious summer beach reading. I would stay at the beach every day until I began to get seriously cold, and then I would put on my cover-up and walk home.
My cover-up was see-through, so one could see my two piece right through it. Okay, my two piece was more like a bikini. Okay, okay, it was indeed a bikini. It was even a rather tiny bikini, but so what? For a 25-year-old woman, I have a nice body.
I had no boyfriend, and I had no love life, but I had had more than my share of men and lovers in the past. I was quite contentedly taking a break from that scene. I was looking forward to getting home, taking a warm shower, pulling on shorts and a T shirt, cracking open a bottle of a nice red wine, and cooking myself some dinner.
The first thing that went wrong was that I was out of red wine. I made the sacrifice, and opened a bottle of chilled white wine. The second thing that went wrong was that my boneless and skinless chicken breasts were past their expiration date. Damn. I decided to be smart, and not to cook them. It was to be a tuna fish and salad night. Good thing I like tuna fish. And hey -- it goes with white wine.
The third thing that went wrong was Kevin ringing my doorbell. Worse, it was not just Kevin but it was Kevin times three: Kevin, Troy, and by far the worst of all, Mike. I had dated all three men within the last year, but had bedded none of them. I had given them the requisite thank you kisses. I had let them feel me up somewhat, but that was it. None of the three was my type of guy. No chemistry means no sex: This was one of the basic rules of my life. The Principles of Samantha, I call them.
But I am always gracious. Surprised to see all three men at once, I nevertheless invited them in. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" I asked all three of them. "Want some wine? I only have white."
All three said yes. I gave them glasses of white wine. I scurried around, and found some peanuts to serve them while they drank the wine. It occurred to me that since I was not expecting company, I had on no panties and no bra under my T shirt and shorts.
My T shirt was fine. It's white, and somewhat opaque. You could see little bumps where my nipples poked at it, and my dark areolas show through a bit. Also, you could clearly see the shape of my boobs. In the grand scheme of things, however, I felt that it was not too bad, nor too suggestive.
My shorts have an elastic waist, making them easy to slip on and hyper comfortable, but they also fit my body perfectly, showing off my ass because they cling to it. They're sexy, and that's why I originally bought them. They're also a little transparent, so one can see a light dark spot through them, since while I trim by bush, I don't shave it smooth like some women do.
I'm small breasted, so I'm comfortable without a bra. When I'm alone, that is. Also, a pair of my panties were still soaking in the bathroom sink, where I had left them before I had headed out to the beach. I hoped that the men did not notice my lack of a bra, or go into the bathroom! I thought about excusing myself and putting on some underwear alone in my bedroom, and hiding my panties still soaking in the sink, but I was hoping their visit would be brief.
These were the thoughts spinning through my mind. It's what happens when unexpected male guests drop in, especially if they're men I once dated. Briefly, that is. I dated all three of them briefly. Very briefly in two of the cases.
"We were all in Tony's Bar," Mike said, "and chatting, and we discovered that we all three had once dated you. You are our missing link!" he said. The irony was lost on him, as I was thinking I was the missing link between humanity and the Neanderthal that was Mike.
"Coincidences happen," I said weakly.
"Yeah," Kevin said. "And you know what? None of us got anywhere with you." That made me uncomfortable.
Troy added, "We decided you are a tease. The worst of it, we all three cannot stop thinking about you. You're the sexiest woman we know who got away."
"I'm not the sexiest, period?" I stupidly said. Always searching for an insult, I am. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
"It's hard to say," Mike answered. "I never got far enough with you to know. I hope you don't want to tease us some more. I don't like to be teased."
"We're not dating Mike. You dropped in on me, and I'm being a good hostess, offering you wine. No way that is teasing," I said.
"Yeah, but the wine is white. And consider the way you're dressed, Samantha. No bra. Sexy bottom in those super tight shorts. It should be illegal to have a body like yours," Kevin said.
"I think it actually is illegal," Troy contributed. "That is, if it goes unused, you know?"
Okay, now I was picking up menace. I was getting nervous. I started walking towards the door. I was planning to usher them out, saying I had to return to work, or something. Anything, to get them out. Anything, to remove the threat I was feeling.
Maybe I was just being paranoid? Was I really seeing evil when nothing more than three harmless and reasonably nice men had just dropped in? Okay, they were rude and crude, but hey, they're men, and that's how men are, right?
But they had dropped in, accused me of being a tease, and stated they don't like being teased? Maybe I'm not being paranoid, but then again...Where is my cell phone? I should have it close by, just in case, I thought.
Kevin had sat down, making himself at home. "This is good wine, Samantha. Much better than that shit Tony serves up." I saw his glass was already empty.
"Yeah, how about some more?" Mike said, walking into my kitchen. He must have seen my salad and tuna fish, because he called back out to the living room, "Hey boys, we're interrupting her dinner! Samantha here is too polite to tell us. Isn't she sweet?"
"Well, we don't know yet if she's sweet," Kevin said. That sounded ominous.
"We should give her something to eat," Troy said. His gesture made it clear he was thinking of fellatio.
"Mike's right. I was eating dinner when you came over. Thanks for dropping by, but I guess you should leave now. I have to get dressed properly and go back to work. There's an emergency at the office," I said, hoping they would buy that.
"Kiss goodnight, then?" Kevin said.
Thrilled that they would be going, I said, "Sure thing, Kevin," and I walked over to him and gave him a peck on the lips.
"Seriously?" Kevin said, "That's a kiss goodnight? Come here, babe," and Kevin pulled me into him and kissed me deeply. Realizing my mistake, I kissed him deeply right back. The kiss must have lasted a full minute, maybe two. Tongue action, the whole nine yards.
I had to kiss Troy too, and then Mike. All the kissing was making me wet. This is ridiculous, I thought. I don't even like these men. While kissing Mike, and when the kiss was winding down to the end, my shorts were suddenly yanked down.
Horrified, I turned around and saw Troy smiling at me, holding my shorts, and smelling them at the crotch.
"Hey, she's bare assed!" Kevin exclaimed. Give him a medal for observation. Suddenly my T shirt was over my head, and off me, and I was naked in front of the three men. Now I was really scared.
I went to the door, opened it, and said "Out! All three of you, out!" I pointed outside, too. I must have looked ludicrous, ordering the men out, clad in my birthday suit, standing naked at my door.
Maybe I was too subtle, because they did not obey. Instead, Kevin and Troy just looked at me, taking in the view of my nude body, and drooling. Mike had disappeared. He emerged from my bedroom brandishing my velvet, padded handcuffs.
I had not used the handcuffs in years. They were a holdover from one of my college boyfriends who liked to tie me up and pretend he was a kulak raping his little Jewish wench. Yeah, I'm Jewish. I know, I know, Jewish girls are supposed to be good in bed. I suppose I am. To hear my four former lovers tell it, I am spectacular, the best they ever had, or ever will have. I think it's because I really enjoy the sex, and I am not shy about showing it. Plus, I have a great body, and great technique. (Yeah, I'm also not modest enough, I guess.)
But not with these morons. No way. No how.
I had actually enjoyed the bondage; it had been harmless fun at the time, and of course I trusted my boyfriend. Trust is key to enjoyment. It's hard to have fun when one is terrified. Now these velvet, padded handcuffs that I kept for the sweet, erotic memory, suddenly looked sinister.
"Samantha has a kinky side," Mike said, smiling malevolently. "Naked and kinky. A good combination in a woman, wouldn't you say boys?" The three men had me surrounded, and before I knew it my hands were cuffed. I was being forced into my own bedroom.
"It's a pity you never before let any of the three of us see your gorgeous body. We could have had lots of fun with you," Mike said, relishing his power over me, and seeing me tremble in fear.
My mind was racing. I had to figure a way out of this mess. Quickly! Where was my phone? Oh shit, I remembered it's in my purse, and my purse is in the kitchen. The men tied me to the bed, hands cuffed, and my ankles tied to the bedposts. I did everything I could to stop them. I tried to kick Mike in the balls, but missed badly.
Why, oh why, had I kept my mother's four poster bed? They had found my duct tape and used it to tie my ankles to the bed posts. I was now naked and spread eagle on the bed. I was also helpless. I was so scared I thought I might pee right there, on the bed.
I tried talking. I had moved since I had dated each of the three of them. I had acquired a stalker, and moved to this new location, 20 miles from where I used to live. Once upon a time I had dated the stalker. It was of course before he became my stalker. I was terrified of him. His name is Brian. I had moved to get away from him. My address was secret. Or so I thought. "How did you find me, boys?" I asked, hoping at least to slow them down.
"I told them where you live, of course," my stalker Brian said, as he entered my bedroom, his 6'3" frame towering over me, lain naked and spread eagle on my bed. Brian had already date-raped me once, which is why I had stopped dating altogether. "That's a good look for you, Samantha," he said. Was he actually drooling? Did I care? "You should drop by Tony's Bar some time. For old time's sake."
Now they were four. They were all four undressing. Kevin was fondling my boobs. Troy was stroking his cock. I had fucked before, of course. I had fucked a total of four men, and in addition I had been fucked by one rapist, Brian. So, if you count Brian, a total of five men's cocks had already been inside me. I was not ready for more. And certainly, I was not ready for anything like this!
Being raped was not an experience I wanted to repeat! I had fucking moved to get away from Brian and now here he was again, and I was naked, tied spread eagle to my bed. And I had been upset earlier because the chicken had passed its "use by" date?
Mike was (of course) the first man to climb on top of me. I said, "Please don't, Mike. Not like this. You don't want to rape me."
