“I tell you, Tommy boy, I been waiting for this moment a long time. Every time I had to get off in my hand or some jailhouse punk’s mouth, I thought of your wife. I can’t wait till she gets home.”

“Leave her alone, you bastards!” Officer Tom Barkley screamed. He pulled futilely at the handcuffs--his own-- that secured him to the kitchen chair. The effort almost caused him to tip over, and the three other men in his kitchen laughed uproariously as a frantically attempted to right himself.

There were three of them. One was a white guy, an obvious biker type, with long stringy black hair and a scraggly Fu Manchu mustache. Tattoos covered his bare arms and chest. He was enormously fat, his belly drooping over his belt. The other was a stocky Hispanic with what looked like a permanent sneer on his face.

Tom only recognized the biggest and meanest looking one: Marcus Dupree, who Tom had arrested five years ago on a charge of dealing in cocaine. Dupree was a huge black man, almost seven feet tall, with a shaved head and a face badly scarred from jailhouse knife fights. He seemed to exude a menacing power as he stood up and approached Tom. Tom stopped struggling and looked up at the man towering over him.

“Every day you was testifyin’ against me,” Dupree said softly, “I saw your sweet little wife in the audience. Was she proud of you, Tommy? Was she proud of you for puttin’ that badass nigger away? She shore kissed you like she was proud.” He chuckled. “Wonder if she’d be so proud if she knew what you done with my cocaine after you put me in th’ joint. You get a good price for it, Tommy?”

“I --I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Lying sack o’ shit,” Dupree sneered. He almost casually backhanded Tom, rocking the chair legs back. The two other men snickered. Dupree bent down and looked Tom in the face. Tom tried not to flinch at the overpowering stench of alcohol on the man’s breath. “You think I don’t hear stuff in the joint? I heard you got a couple hundred grand for my product. No wonder you got a nice house like this on a cop’s salary.”

“I can get you the money,” Tom said, almost pleadingly. “I can pay you back.”

“This ain’t about money,” Dupree said. “But you are gonna pay me back.” He gestured at the other two men. “After conferrin’ with my associates, y’see, I decided to change careers. Duke and Tito convinced me that there was more money to be made in pussy than in coke. So I decided to go in the entertainment business.”

“You’re a pimp,” Tom said contemptuously.

“Not yet,” Dupree said amiably. “But soon.”

Suddenly Tom caught his meaning. For a moment, he was too shocked to speak. Then he said, “You’re crazy. Amy would never--”

The three men laughed again, nastily. “Oh, I think when we get done wit’ dat bitch, she’s gonna be real happy to do anything we want her to do,” Dupree said.

At that point, the Hispanic guy spoke up for the first time. “Don’ you worry, cabron,” he said. “We got some techniques to make a bitch get industrious.”

Dupree leaned down and leered into Tom’s face. “Think about it, Tommy-boy. Think about sweet little Amy layin’ up in a ten-dollar hotel downtown, taking niggers and spics down her throat, in that tight little pussy -- but that ass is what’ll be the big seller, I think. That sweet brown hole gonna be a big moneymaker. But don’t worry, Tommy. Maybe we can arrange for her to do you for half-price.”

The three men laughed again, and Tom redoubled his efforts to get free. At that moment, there was the rattle of a key in the front lock.

“Amy!” Tom bellowed, “GET--” he was silenced by Marcus’ big hand clamped over his mouth. Duke and Tito silently vanished from the kitchen, heading for the front door as Marcus leaned down and whispered in Tom’s ear.

“Showtime,” he said.

“Tom?” he heard Amy’s voice. “Tom, what’s AIEEEEE!” he heard a scream, abruptly cut off, and a crash that sounded like the coat rack in the front entrance being knocked over. There were brief sounds of a struggle, then Tom clearly heard Tito’s voice. “No noise, puta, or you’re dead.”

“Man,” Tom could hear Duke say. “Marcus wasn’t lyin’. Look at the tits on this bitch.” There was a chuckle, then Amy cried out in pain. Tom leaped against his cuffs, but only succeeded in cutting his wrists on the cruel metal. He heard a sound like cloth ripping, followed by a low moan of despair from his wife.

“What are you bastards doing to her?!” Tom yelled.

Marcus chuckled. “Cut ‘em some slack, Tommy-boy. They been in the joint a long time.”

“Tom!” Amy called out. “Tom, are you there? Help me, they’re -- they’re, AAAAH!”

“Oh, does that hurt, puta?” Tom heard Tito’s sneering voice say. “Your nipples are sensitive, eh? How about -- this?” Amy squealed in pain.

“Hey, boys,” Marcus called out. “Let the rest of us enjoy the show!”

In a moment, the two men returned. Duke was holding Amy’s arms pinned behind her and pushing her in front of him. Her long curly brown hair was disheveled by her struggles, and her big green eyes were wide with pain and fear. Her expensive silk blouse had been torn open and her bra ripped off to expose her 38DD tits.

The position in which Duke held her arms caused her breasts to thrust out even more prominently, and as Tom watched, Tito reached down and gave one of the firm, full mounds a vicious squeeze that left Amy whimpering.

Then the Hispanic man grinned evilly at Tom, turned back to Amy, and bent down to take one of her large nipples between his lips. Amy squirmed to get away, but Duke only laughed at her attempts to escape and held her fast.

Tom tried to turn his head away, but Marcus grabbed his chin and yanked his face back towards the horrifying scene being played out at the kitchen sink. “Keep yo’ eyes open, Tommy,” Marcus whispered, “Or I’ll cut your eyelids off.” He chuckled. “Don’t want ya to miss nothin.”

Tom gave a sob of anguish and opened his eyes. Tito was still sucking at Amy’s breasts, slurping like a baby at its mother’s nipple. Duke was whispering something in Amy’s ear that caused her to whimper in terror. When the biker saw Tom watching, he extended his wet tongue and gave a long, sensuous lick to her cheek.

Tom looked at Amy. There were tears in her eyes and her voice was a little girl’s plea as she said. “Tom? Help me, please, Tom. Don’t let them hurt meeeeee--”

Tito released his lip-lock on her breast, stood up, and punched her in the stomach as hard as he could. Only Duke’s vice-like hold on her arms kept her from being doubled over by the force of the blow. She gasped for breath, the wind knocked completely out of her.

“See, bitch?” Marcus said. “He cain’t do shit for you. We gonna do anything we want.” He jerked his head towards the living room. “Get her in there.”

As Duke and Tito dragged the still-struggling girl past him towards the doorway to the kitchen, Marcus turned to Tom. “We gonna just let you listen fo’ a while, Tommy- boy. Enjoy the show.”

“Tom?” Amy’s voice was rising as they dragged her off. “What were they doing!? Help me! Tom? TOM!” Her scream was nearly drowned out by the men’s laughter as they hauled her into the living room.

At first Tom felt a shameful relief at not having to watch what the men were doing to his wife. But after a few minutes of hearing the sounds coming form the other room, he realized the true sadism of Marcus’ plan. The images put in his head by the sounds were, if anything worse than seeing.

There was the sound of a slap, followed by Amy’s cry of pain. A grunted “Get her on her knees.” Another cry from Amy, followed by another plea for Tom to help her. The sound of a zipper being pulled down. Amy: “Oh, God --Oh, no, please--” then her pleas were muffled as if something had been shoved into her mouth.

Then comments of the other men left no doubt as to what that something was: “Yeah, man, fuck that mouth, ram it down the bitch’s throat!!” and “You like sucking cock, whore?” Frantic gagging sounds from Amy. “C’mon, bitch, suck that dick!!” and then, “My turn, man, let me have a crack at that mouth.”

Tom heard a gasp as Amy caught her breath, followed by a sob: “Tom --?” Then another groan as another man (Duke?) shoved his dick into Amy’s unwilling mouth. “Hah! Bet your old man ain’t got nothin’ like that to stick in you, huh, whore?” A sound from Amy. “What’s that, slut?” Marcus taunted. “Tommy Boy ain’t got nothin’ like that for little Amy-slut? Let her answer, Duke.”

Then there was an audible pop as Duke pulled out of her mouth. “No,” Amy whispered. “Tom’s not as big as you.” The men whooped in delight.

Tom felt like screaming. She had always said that size didn’t matter that much and that she was satisfied with his four inches. Now she was telling these thugs about his endowment, something that had always been a secret shame of his. He silently cursed Amy as Duke said “Well get back to work on it, bitch!”

Tom thought he heard a change in Amy’s grunts and groans around their cocks, as if she was starting to respond. No, he thought. I have to be imagining it. But when he heard Marcus’ silky whisper “Thass right, baby, now you getting’ into it,” he did scream.

Tom tried to shove the chair towards the open doorway between the kitchen and the living room. He managed to “walk” the chair legs a few feet. Then he overbalanced and tipped over, landing on his side with a crash that knocked the breath out of him. But by craning his neck slightly, he could see what was going on.

Amy was on her knees, stripped to the waist. The shreds of her blouse were twisted into a kind of rope that bound her dainty wrists behind her. Marcus Dupree had one of his big hands wrapped in her thick mane of hair and he was pulling her mouth back and forth up and down the length of his huge prick. Amy’s eyes were open and she seemed dazed.

Two men were standing on either side of the bound, kneeling girl, their cocks pulled out of their jeans. Their huge erect cocks occasionally rubbed against Amy’s cheeks as they awaited their turns at her mouth. The men were mauling Amy’s big tits savagely, occasionally pausing to administer a harsh twist one of the big brown nipples. Each time they did this, Amy let out a sound that might have been a moan of pain -”or of pleasure.

As Tom watched, Dupree pulled out of her mouth. She whimpered. Dupree used his grip on her hair to turn her towards Tito, the Hispanic guy. She obediently opened her mouth and took him in. Duke, the biker, got down on his knees behind her, gripping her large breasts in both hands, pulling and tugging harshly on her nipples. Then he snaked one hand down across her flat belly to cup her brown-furred pubic mound. He began massaging her velvety pussy lips, all the while whispering something in her ear that caused her to sob around the cock in her mouth.

“Hey boys,” Duke crowed as he pulled his lips away from her ear. “This bitch is dripping wet.” Tito threw his head back in an exaggerated gesture of pleasure and sighed. theatrically. “Ahhhhhhh...” he said. “Keep doin’ that, bro, she likes it. I can tell by the way she sucks.”

Tom sobbed as he saw what Tito meant. Amy was no longer passively accepting the cock in her mouth; her lips had tightened around his hardness and she was slowly moving her head back and forth.

“That’s right, puta,” he taunted. “Suck it nice an’ slow. Take your time, baby, we got all night.” She moaned softly. Tito turned and looked at Tom lying helplessly on the floor. “I guess she likes having some real cocks to suck for a change, huh, Tommy-boy?”

The men clapped and jeered as tears ran down Tom’s face. Finally, Dupree silenced them with a wave. “Get the cunt in the bedroom,” he ordered. “Tommy and me be in in a minute.”

The grinning men yanked her to her feet and marched her towards the bedroom, her head down. Dupree pulled out a gun and put it to Tom’s head. “Now,” he said, “we gonna go in and watch us a show. I bet she never had it three ways at once. This gonna be a real treat for her.” He used his free hand to unlock Tom’s handcuffs.

Tom lay there on the floor for a moment, staring up at Dupree in hatred. Then he heard Amy’s scream from the bedroom. “Oh. NOOO,” she squealed. “Oh, GOD, NO. IT’S TOO AAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

“Damn,” Dupree grinned. “Looks like they started without us.”

“UNNH! UNNH! UNHNH!” Amy cried, over the sound of squeaking bedsprings. Tom was insane with rage. He turned to rush at Dupree, but stopped when he saw the look in the man’s eyes.

“Go ahead, Tommy,” Dupree whispered. “Try it. I’ll gut- shoot you and leave you to bleed to death on the floor. And then I’ll go in and fuck your wife anyway.” Tom stopped, cursing himself for being a coward. Dupree gestured with the gun. “C’mon,” he said. “We missin’ the show.” In a daze, Tom turned and walked into the bedroom where the other two men were raping his wife.

What he saw, however, could no longer be called rape. Oh, sure, Tito was kneeling on the bed, holding Amy’s hands pinned over her head. She was lying crosswise across the mattress. Duke was between her legs, his pants pulled down around his knees. He was fucking in and out of Amy’s cunt with harsh, brutal strokes. His hands were mauling and squeezing Amy’s big tits.

Amy looked like she was loving it, Tom realized numbly. Oh god, she’s loving it. There was no denying it. Amy’s slim legs were wrapped tightly around Duke’s broad back and her lush hips were pumping, rising to meet his thrusts. What was unmistakable, however, was the glazed look of pure lust in her green eyes and the soft moans of pleasure that spilled from her slack lips.

Tom had never seen his sweet, demure wife look so wanton, so sexually alive. He felt his cock rising to its full four inches. Dupree laughed as he saw the slight bulge in Tom’s pants.

“I think Tommy-boy’s enjoyin’ the show,” he laughed. He took the cuffs out of his pocket. “Kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed,” he ordered, gesturing with the gun. Tom complied, never taking his eyes off the spectacle of his wife being fucked by the enormous biker. Dupree cuffed one wrist to the brass bedrail at the foot of the bed.

“I’ll leave one hand free so you can jack off,” he smirked. Tom gritted his teeth in shame, but he couldn’t stop his free hand from going to his crotch, massaging his cock through his pants as he watched. Amy was squirming with sexual bliss, her head whipping from side to side in a frenzy of lust. Tom could hear the wet sounds of her aroused pussy as Duke fucked in and out of her. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.