Chapter 2

She laughed inside as she heard him say, "Shit I had forgotten they had your purse and your keys, so I'll change all the locks.

He lifted her towards the bathroom, where he could cream her sore wrists and ankles and then gently wash their filth off her; he glanced at her she seemed to be smiling at how gently he was.

Monique watched him, thinking, You pathetic thing, that's right be gently with me, they weren't, god I hope he doesn't notice I'm getting wet just thinking about the fucking those four gave me.

Oh what a day.

As I put those towels away and looked at my self in the long bathroom mirror, I looked good from my little white sandals up to my red shorts and little crop top, I thought how firm my breasts looked, no bra but still that sexy jut, and my freshly washed hair bounced on my shoulders, no little did I think that when I went back downstairs that I'd walk through my lounge and then in to the kitchen. I would have thought that the smell of stale cigarettes would have alerted me to something but no.

I opened the kitchen door took two paces and froze; he was sitting on my washer, "Hello, you seemed to have missed your Friday appointment so we thought we'd visit you."

I turned to run but one had moved between me and the door; as he grabbed me and I felt his arms on me that feeling surged through my body but I had to make a fight of it.

I slapped at him, scratching his face until other hands captured mine and I was turned back to face him.

I screamed at him get out, get out, but he just smiled, "On your knees bitch, that's where you belong."

I was kicked from behind and dropped to the floor; my arms were pulled up above my head and held tightly almost pulling my arms from their sockets.

He grinned at the other three, "Well doesn't Monique look good enough to eat, should we take the red wrapping off it?"

I was shaking, was it with fear or excitement?

I knew if they started on me I would find it difficult to stop them, I blurted out, "Don't please, I have money just take it and go."

He slid off they washer, "How much and where?"

I told him which draw in the desk, he disappeared only to reappear counting, he looked at me, "You think that 125 is worth more than fucking you?"

My arms were pulled tighter, I squealed at the pain in my shoulders, "Please take it and go,"

He bent down, "O K Monique we will take it and go."

He stuffed the money in his pocket, then took his jacket off, then he moved to undo his trousers, I struggled to say, "No stop, you said you were going," as he undid his fly's his large cock flicked out, "We're going, but first me and the boys have got other plans for you and your lovely body, so we will go in about five hours, now stop the yakking and get your mouth where it belongs, around this cock."

Monique looked at her husband as he washed the sticky muck from between her breasts, she played the exhausted, defiled victim as she remembered that five hours.

I remembered the taste of his huge cock, the fat end-running over my tongue leaving a trail of sticky juice as it rammed in to my mouth. With my arms held up, and my face jammed full of male meat it was easy for two of them to drop ether side of me, pull up my little top and attack my nipples with their mouths.

I felt the moisture building between my legs, I gurgled around the cock now battering at the back of my throat, the owner just relieving himself in my mouth, what I wanted didn't even enter his mind.

Suddenly a hand was on my thigh, I felt fingers rubbing around the edge of my shorts, then under making for my panties.

Then fingers on my other leg, stroking my inner thigh before pushing in to my shorts, both sets now fighting to get in to my pants.

The mouths on my tits were sucking, biting, fingers were squeezing them in to cone shaped mounds of flesh, making it easy for my nipples to be almost swallowed. The rough way my mouth was being fucked and the teeth at my tits already excited me but as two sets of fingers pushed forcibly in to my wet pussy the first feelings of my impending orgasm surged through me.

Suddenly my tongue felt the fat end of his cock swell and then he dumped a load of cream down my throat, I swallowed as much as he let me, before he pulled out. As I carried on swallowing I forced my head down and looked at the other hands and mouths enjoying me, I was going to cum.

I started to rock my hips on to the invading fingers ready to flood them with my juice but he had other ideas, "No need to get excited now, we are going to take you and fuck you all day, by the time we've finished you'll be full of our cum, get her upstairs."

They needn't have dragged me upstairs but I let them, I put up a fight making them force me in to my bedroom. I felt so wet as I remember them pinning me to my bed, holding me as they stripped my clothes from me.

God I'm so wet I hope my wimp of a husband thinks it's their left over cum.

My heart was racing as I saw one of them drop his shoulder bag on the bed and start pulling rope from it; my knees were dragged wide and fastened to ropes that had been thrown under the bed.

Then one of them scooted under the bed and tied a rope to the middle of my knee rope. As I struggled and pleaded with them I heard it hit the wall under the bed head; it was pulled up and fastened to my neck then my hands were tied in front of me.

Their leader looked at me, "You gona keep it shut or do I gag you," as I shook my head I saw one of them come in the door, he had some pots of yoghurt and a cucumber, he'd been in my fridge.

He finished undressing, the others just looked at me, he shoved through them, "Come on get your kit off we ain't got all day."

As he first grinned at them then at me he said, "But enough of it to fuck all you've got, you hungry?"

He tore off the top off a yoghurt, grabbed my wrists, pulled them up and started drizzling the yoghurt all over my breasts and then down my stomach. With my legs pulled wide apart he spent a long time letting the cream run over my pubic hairs, soon the cream found its way in to the slit of my cunt, it was cold and exciting.

He stuck his tongue out and licked the lid before throwing it on the floor, "Dinner is served lads."

All of them leapt on the bed licking at the yoghurt, the feeling was incredible. Tongues slavered over my nipples, between my legs and up inside me. With me already being wet from downstairs soon I was bucking at the tongues but it wasn't satisfying me.

My body needed a cock, I started to moan even whispering fuck me but they carried on tormenting me, bring me on but not letting me cum.

All the yoghurt was gone and their tongues slowed, I groaned, he looked at me, took the cucumber and slapped it in my hand, "This keep you happy?"

I stared at this long green vegetable then at him, "Please not this, you do me," he shook his head.

My pussy was on fire; I slid the thing downwards.

I'd used my vibrator so I knew what to do. I felt the end touch the folds of my pussy but before I could push it up it was snatched away, "Lets see what you can do with your fingers then, if you're a good girl, you can finish fucking yourself with this."

Though my hands were tied I could still rub my clit, I tried to shut their leering eyes out but as I played with myself I found watching them excited me. Soon I had two of my own fingers making me wetter.

With my knees held wide I looked obscene as my hips rocked up on my fingers, I started squealing, there and then he handed me the cucumber, "Come on Monique give us the complete show, stuff this up your cunt."

I didn't need telling twice, I drove the thick green vegetable hard up me and pushed it in out until I screamed in to an orgasm.

As soon as I did another load of yoghurt splat over my body and the frenzied tongues attacked me again. As I carried on fucking myself with the green long vegetable I remember thinking I'd never be able to take anymore but soon my body started reacting again.

They soon had me begging for a real fucking and for the next four hours they did.

As they untied me their words excited me, my body tingled as I heard, "Come on lets have some fun with her, we've come here to fuck her so fuck her we will."

I remember trying to talk to them, explain that coming to the house had to stop but they didn't want to hear me they only wanted to kiss my mouth or, most of all, fuck it.

They all fucked me. First two, one in my mouth the other behind up my pussy, then the other two took me, one up my arse the other gave my pussy another hard fucking.

After more blowjobs they took me to the bathroom and shaved my pussy. First I struggled to stop them but with them working on my pussy and after the trim the cold foam had my pussy dripping again.

After they finished they couldn't get enough of my bald pussy, playing with it, licking it and of course it turned me on, I was just their plaything being fucked and fucked, I screamed as they bit my body but I didn't stop them.

I knew I had to do something to hide what I had let them do, so I begged them to tie me up.

They were supposed to just tie me and leave me on the sofa but as soon as they had my wrist bond they decided to have me on the table, cutting the cucumber, putting a hole through each of the halves, so fastening ropes could be past through.

First fixing one in my mouth like a cock, then, as I lay bound and helpless on the table two of them climbed on top of me and fucked me again, pulling out and cuming all over me before bunging up my pussy with the other end of the cucumber.

They all laughed as someone wrote on my stomach making sure the word HER arched over my now bald well-fucked pussy.

I lay there, the cucumber keeping me wet and hot until he came home, come on wimp, clean me up, I'll pretend I'm a innocent rape victim, I don't suppose it will happen again and we'll get on with our mundane life, again.

Well I came home last Tuesday, yes you guessed it, this time she was tied spread eagled on the bed, they had got in, no I don't know how but they had fucked her again; this time it had been ten in the morning so they enjoyed her cunt, ass, mouth and tits almost all day and they had brought that thin cane, her ass was a fine mess of thin red stripes.

The bastards had shaved her again, taking off any stubble as though she was theirs to do with as they pleased; not only had they caned her but they had again covered her thighs, ass, tits and bald cunt with more love bite marks than before, well those I could see under the twenty or so clothes pins that adorned her tits and cunt, so it seems I didn't matter to them anymore.

She looked at me, her eyes full of tears, I couldn't shout at her, I went to get the cream before I set too to remove the pins, I didn't look at her, she may have thought I would blame her, but I couldn't her bonds where so tight.

Monique made her grin look like a grimace, anything to hide her true feelings, those feeling she felt as she had when, at ten that morning, she had caught sight of a figure moving in the garden.

Her mind raced, as she thought.

I remember seeing a movement, something inside me took over and I went down stairs and opened the back door, looked as though I was searching for something and went back in, leaving the back door open.

I took the polish tin out of the kitchen cupboard, grabbed a duster and went in to the lounge; my body tingled.

There was a sudden rush of bodies, as I swung round I knew there was more this time, arms grabbed me but I knew that voice, "Hello Monique, ready for another day of fucking and don't fucking argue we know you love it."

I counted six of them as my clothes were ripped off, I thought I would play, fight them off, again but that was wrong. As soon as I was naked they dragged me over the sofa; the shoulder bag was opened and I squealed as I saw that thin cane taken out.

Each one of them got their kicks from stinging my arse; they held me completely immobile and didn't stop until I was really crying, then they knew I would agree to do what ever they wanted, all day long.

I remember him saying, "Hope you got all that screaming out cause your mouth is going to be doing anything but talking. You don't know your two new friends but we told them about your tits and mouth and that's their speciality so we decided they could join us on today's fuck-feast."

As three of them pushed me upstairs so the others brought food and drink from my kitchen to my bedroom and that's where we stayed all day.

I won't bore you with the fucking I got today, just to say that the two knew ones were cruel bastards, hurting me until I held my tits together and let them fuck them and my mouth. They were also the ones who shaved me, others complained that I was stubbly but it was just another humiliation to be heaped on me.

I was so exhausted at the end that they lost interest; I was flopping around unable to satisfy them so it was then they tied me to the bed.

To revive me they had brought clothespins. As soon as I was gagged and helpless they clipped them all over the most sensitive parts of my pussy and tits.

Yes, I was soon squealing with pain, they all laughed at me thrashing on the bed to try and shake them off. I suppose watching my tits swinging around and my open legs thrusting up got them excited so keeping me bound and gagged, they all had more fun fucking me again, all of them covering me in what they called, their calling card before they left.

Well dear reader I got home tonight, she was tied, bent over the back of the big lounge chair, legs wide to each caster, her vibrator was taped up her cunt, she had a clothes pin on each nipple and she was cuming like a goodun, thrusting her hips and tits around and grunting in to orgasm after orgasm.

Her beautiful body, hair and face is covered in dried cum and I reckon she'd been fucked by many for most of the day; I looked at her, then went upstairs for a shower.

Monique turned her head sideways and watched him leave; as she bucked in to another climax she thought, where the fuck is he going, but those thoughts quickly went as she started remembering her first climax of the day.

She thought it must have been providence that made me go to the garage today.

I remember it was ten when I finished giving myself a good fucking with my vibrator, but I wasn't satisfied no I wanted something for my arse and I knew there was some small plastic tubes in the garage.

I left my vibrator on the bed and went to look. I only had on my bathrobe and slippers as I rooted round the workbench, I was so annoyed when I couldn't find anything clean enough to stick up my arse and for some reason I was still as horny as hell.

I stormed back in, right in to them. My robe was on the floor before I could think and arms were lifting me in to the lounge.

The same six as last time filled the lounge, soon they were dragging me to the floor; I found myself sitting on one cock sucking another as they treated the house as though it were theirs.

I was amazed to think that just last night my husband had been sat in this chair and here I was bent over it being fucked from behind by a stranger or staring at the ring marks left from our wine glass's on the coffee table as I lay over it being banged up my arse.

I knew I would sit looking at this carpet tonight while watching T V but all I could watch at that moment was a set of balls belonging to who, I don't know, swinging at my eyes as his large cock slammed in to my mouth, then jumping as a cock buried itself up and deep between my legs.

Soon drink and food littered the tables as I was passed around my own lounge for anybody to fuck.

There comes a time when realization hits home. Your mind cannot find any more excuses for what you are.

They were all enjoying me, resisting them was futile; I needed to be fucked, so my body ruled my head. I remembering pleading with this leader at the way the two cruel ones twisted and pulled at my nipples only to hear him say, "Someone shut her yakking up, stick I cock in her mouth and fuck her face, she'll suck it, our new friend loves it."

It was when they took me upstairs that they found the vibrator, the torment that followed that discovery was unbelievable.

They had brought duck tape with them so that ever time they left me to ether drink or eat, their entertainment was my hell.

My hands would be tied behind me and the vibrator firmly stuck up me, then switched on, the vibrations drove me crazy.

As I rolled round the floor having orgasm's, my hands tied behind me made it impossible to pull out the humming piston, as I wiggled round groaning and pleading for mercy all I could see was their leering faces laughing at my torment and they knew my body was forcing me to enjoy every minute of it.