She was by every measure an innocent beauty AND a simpering whore; her body both the holy temple of her soul and an open sewer of repressed sexual depravity. This was all apparent to the discerning eye; it aroused anxiety and confusion in the chaste but the compulsion to defile, torture and mutilate in more pitiless, more bestial men. It was to the former Kate was wed but to the later her harlot’s soul belonged.
Michael, Kate’s adoring husband was the brake that Kate had, in a spasm of fear, applied to her unsettling dreams and desires. Since her earliest memories of sexual longing, she had been drawn to the violent, the vile and to bestial menacing virility. The strength of her yearnings and the danger they portended were both a siren’s song and an air raid warning. She had fled into Michael’s insipid embrace to rescue her virtue and appease her survival instinct. Though virtue and prudence received a temporary reprieve, she hardly found solace there and certainly, never sexual satisfaction. Michael truly made love to her; all was adoration and a poetic appreciation of her physical beauty; lust was absent – their marital bed was a sexual desert strewn with the bleached bones of Kate’s carnal appetites. But she felt safe there; Michael’s demeanor enfeebled her desires and so the ravenous beast of her lascivious libido lay torpid in its lair, deep within the most primitive recesses of her psyche.
Still, there were times when serendipity placed her in the orbit of the type of predacious creature she craved, inciting the beast within her to take possession of her orifices: her mouth parting ever so slightly, while her tongue, warm and moist, flicked and wetted her sensuous lips, her labia engorging and her cunt oozing, and the muscular swells of her magnificent meaty ass twitching and lewdly swaying. But always it seemed, Michael was nearby and though oblivious to the tempest that raged in his beloved wife, was able to rescue and lead her away from the suck of the vortex that had been drawing her to the danger and depravity she so eagerly coveted.
Safe though she was, Kate always knew there would come a day, when neither Michael, nor reason, nor morality, nor even survival instinct would save her from the violent debauchery that was her destiny. As it happened, their appointment with that destiny would come unexpectedly during a cross-country drive to visit some old classmates in San Diego………….
Though well after nightfall, it was still scorching hot in the dusty West Texas town when Michael and Kate pulled into the parking lot of the dilapidated old motel. After checking in, they wandered over to the nearby, equally seedy bar/pool hall for tacos; the only meal available in that Godforsaken hole. Inside there were 3 round wooden tables, the pool table and the bar. Four crude and dirty looking men, cue sticks in hand, crowded around the pool table. Kate’s heart jumped at the sight and musky smell of the sweaty unwashed ruffians. For a brief exciting instant, Kate imagined the pool cues to be immense throbbing phalluses.
Michael sat down at the furthest table from the men.
“I’ll go ask the bartender for a couple of orders of tacos, Michael – I’ll be right back”
Before taking another step, Kate “accidentally” knocked over one of the chairs. The men’s heads jerked around at the sound and there was Kate, walking slowly toward the bar, her globular ass cheeks swaying and straining the material of her tight cutoff jean shorts. Her t-shirt clung to her sweaty breasts revealing 2 large thinly shrouded Hershey’s kisses that were her erect nipples. Kate could feel her cunt lips warming. She leaned over the bar to talk with the old Hispanic bartender, her T-shirt pulling tighter against her breasts. In this position, her ass stuck out more prominently and alluringly in the direction of the pool table. Her divine, meaty asscheeks pulsated, alternately squeezing together and relaxing in rhythm with the firm gluteal muscles that she was very consciously exercising.
The most imposing, most threatening of the men motioned the others to stay put and casually sidled up next to her at the bar. He looked directly down into Kate’s liquid eyes.
“Fuck the tacos and the beer, Pedro, I want me some of this” he said grasping one of her jiggling cheeks in his big hand and digging two of his fingers into the sweaty valley between them until they found her asshole which he massaged roughly, poking his fingers into the worn material of her jeans.
“I’m sorry sir you can’t have that it belongs to my husband over there”, she gestured toward Michael. “He wouldn’t like it at all”
Michael started to rise from the table to say something but stopped short when the other 3 men motioned him to sit back down.
The bartender immediately came to her defense. “Please Mr. Jack – I don’t want no trouble. Leave the nice seniorita alone”
Jack knew Pedro kept a sawed off shotgun under the bar and had in the past made more than one unruly customer pay with his life.
Raising both his hands in the air in mock surrender, Jack reassured Pedro “OK, OK senior – I was only complimenting the lady. Wasn’t I sweetheart? Tell Pedro you appreciated it”
Blushing, Kate stammered, “Well yes… I suppose so. I’m just not used to West Texas men”
“See Pedro – we’re good”
“Come on over here little darlin’ and meet the boys. Pedro, you can bring those tacos over to my compadres ”
“Just a minute please. I need to tell my husband something”
“Sure sugar, but don’t be too long. It ain’t polite to keep us waitin’ and these boys got feelins that get hurt real easy.”
“No sir – of course – I’d never want to offend your friends”
Kate put her hand on Michaels’ shoulder and whispered, “Michael I’m afraid not to do what he says. We’re all alone here. There’s no one, no police or anyone else to protect us. Please Michael, it’s just a little thing – I don’t want to give them the idea that we think we are too good for them. That might set them off. I’ll just go over and say a few nice things to his friends and then I’ll come right back. Please, no matter what happens, don’t interfere; you’re no match for these studs – I mean thugs. But don’t take your eyes off me – let them know you are watching them – everything will be OK, I’m sure.
Michael was terrified both for his beloved’s safety and the fear that his paralyzing cowardliness was beginning to show. But there was something else – something he loathed to acknowledge: he was becoming aroused – aroused both by Kate’s obvious eagerness to incite these incipient rapists and by her apparent intent to humiliate him in the process.
“OK, but please, PLEASE be careful, Kate”
Kate smiled then turned and walked toward the men, swaying seductively; her nipples now so hard she feared they would tear through her t-shirt. Her cunt was so wet she could smell her musky bouquet.
Michael watched mesmerized as his wife smiled and seemed to relax with the men as they complimented her in the crude manner that such men use to woo the women they lust for. Filthy hands casually caressed Kate’s plump ass cheeks, while others kneaded and squeezed her breasts. All the while obscenities and inappropriate suggestions were whispered in Kate’s burning ears, causing her musky juices to leak from her quim and run down the insides of her thighs. Michael could see the glistening wetness of the little streams from where he sat. But the most painful of all to Michael were the moans of pleasure, the responsive undulating movements of Kate’s hips and thighs and the expressions of rapturous pleasure that radiated from her flushed face.
The intense depraved pleasure in the knowledge that her beloved husband (no more the 12 feet away), watched powerlessly as she shamelessly offered herself and all her bodily chams up to these crude, unwashed and clearly violent men, was almost more than the poor woman could bear.
One of the men abruptly pulled down his fly and took Kate’s hand and placed it through the zipper. The man gave out a yelp of joy as her hand emerged, cradling his cock, while his pals shouted vulgar words of encouragement. She sucked him like a piglet at its mother’s tit until he pulled out and blasted her lips and face with hot jets of thick white viscous cum. Kate licked his cock clean while the next one was taking its place. This time, she reached her hand into her despoiler’s pants and tugged on his balls in time to his thrusts into her mouth. Like his mate, he came in thick white ribbons of semen all over Kate’s face.
As Michael watched the pornographic performance of his beloved, tears began to roll down his cheeks while, to his horror, his cock stiffened in his shorts. The sight of Kate servicing her 4 molesters broke his heart and made him feel helpless – impotent – but the more he felt the emotional pain and humiliation, the more aroused he became.
When the 4 men finished with his darling, her face was a dripping mess of thick white curdled cum. Jack, the obvious ringleader, helped her to her feet and talked briefly to her before slapping her prodigious sculptured ass and sending her back to her loving husband. Kate grabbed Michael’s hand and led him out the door into the hot desert night.
“Kiss me Michael – But for God’s sake – at least for this once, kiss me like you mean it”
“But Kate, your mouth – your lips, your whole face …”
“KISS ME RIGHT NOW, MICHAEL! KISS ME WHILE IT’S FRESH – STILL WARM! LICK MY FACE CLEAN – SHOW ME WHAT A SORRY EXCUSE FOR A MAN YOU ARE. DO IT RIGHT NOW!”
Kate grabbed Michael by the hair and thrust her cum-coated tongue into his mouth, crushing her cum-laden lips against his. Despite himself, Michael accepted Kate’s humiliating gift with obvious fervid hunger. Inflamed by the taste of another man’s cum and the moist heat of his darling’s breath, Michael began to lap the thick curdled cum that hung in gooey ropes from her face. The salty taste and the faint bleach-like flavor of male jizz – he could not get enough of it! His tongue lapped up the viscous mess of congealed cum that adorned every inch of his beloved’s lovely face. As he slurped feverishly, it clogged his nose and got in his eyes – he was like a wild pig in rut. He felt filthy, but he ached to get every pungent dollop of semen into his belly. He lapped Kate’s face like the faithful dog that he was. Kate reached down to Michael’s crotch and felt the pathetic erection she knew would be there. At that instant both Kate and Michael knew where his place was and what his future would be. Kate was pleased with the new knowledge of her husband’s darker proclivities and, for the very first time, she saw a bright future for their marriage.
When they were back in their room, she told Michael that despite her humiliating defilement, it was indeed a very good thing they had met Jack. He owned an auto repair shop that was 5 miles down the road. Jack had warned her that in order for their car to make it through the burning heat of the long desert road that lay ahead, the car would need a number of special adjustments, etc. Failure to do so, he warned, would put them in great jeopardy of breaking down in the lonely, deadly furnace of the desert. He said he would gladly get his men to do the work for a discount if she and Michael would stop by at 9 the next morning.
“You mean we will be in the clutches of those men again, Kate?”
“Oh no, Michael! Jack said those guys were just friends – they were not his auto mechanics team. He assured me that his team were professionals – men who know what they are doing and are very skilled in their business. ”
This reassured Michael to the point that he was nearly relaxed when they pulled into Jack’s repair shop the next morning. But Michael’s ease ended when Jack had gotten their car up on the lift and Jack’s 3 burly mechanics set upon Michael, chaining his arms and attaching the chains to the lift arms. Thus Michael’s arms were raised up over his head. He was utterly helpless.
“Pull his pants down” Jack ordered and they did, revealing his flaccid cock and trembling balls, adding humiliation to his obvious fear.
“The boys here are old friends of mine that I met while I was in the penitentiary. They just got out a couple of days ago. They haven’t seen a woman in years, let alone fucked one. That’s about to change, courtesy of Kate and you, her generous husband”
The 3 men were indeed frightening. Though none measured up to Jack’s 6’4’’ height they were all about 6 foot and very muscular. Their faces were scarred and their arms and chests covered with fearsome tattoos – skulls, daggers, menacing beasts with fangs bared and on one of their chests, a woman being violated by a demon. There was no trace of empathy or human decency in any of their faces. One was Hispanic, another Comanche, and the last African American. They had all served time for violent crimes. Kate’s life was now in their cruel hands.
As Kate watched her husband’s bondage in astonishment, the twinges that she had been feeling in her cunt and sphincter since coming into the presence of these obviously ruthless and sadistic men, now became full blown arousal. The 3 men surrounded her, one tearing her blouse open while the other yanked her shorts down and the third pushed her roughly onto her back on the greasy cement floor. She lay there on the cold grease-splattered concrete, “protected” only by her sheer bra and panties. Her abusers stood over her clearly aroused by the sight of her trembling with fear and lust for what she anticipated would be much more savage than the previous night’s debauchery.
One after another, the 3 hulking men pulled their sweaty unwashed-for-days cocks out of their pants and began to piss on her. The Hispanic and the Indian anointed her breasts while the big black man straddled her face drenching it and matting her hair with a hot yellow stream from his 10 inch fountain. Looking up at her defilers’ roaring rivers of piss, Kate was consumed by lustful desire – she luxuriated in the warmth and stench of their urine. She quivered as one of the hot streams splattered against her mons; she pulled het cunt lips open to receive it and feel the pleasure of it on her exposed clit. She cried out in lusty obscenities and loud lilting, ecstatic moans, savoring the depravity of the moment and the emotional pain she knew her husband was feeling as he heard her joyful wails and understood that he had never, nor would he ever, be able to satisfy his beloved with anything approaching the intensity that these crude criminals were exciting in her. Gazing ravenously into her black rapist’s eyes, Kate opened her mouth and began to drink. Michael groaned at his wife’s eager, voracious response; his cock began to stiffen in full view of these monstrous men. Jack smiled and winked at Michael – he knew – he had correctly sized the cuckold up.
Incited by Kate’s thirsty reception of his piss, the black man pulled his filthy work pants off and squatted over Kate’s face. Without instruction Kate opened her mouth and craned her neck upward toward the black man’s enormous hairy balls and licked the sweaty orbs and his dirty reeking asshole like a hungry bird reaching for a worm. His cock erect and his lust in full throttle, the black man then dragged her by the hair behind a 4-foot concrete wall that separated the garage from the area where the tools were kept. The other 2 men followed them in. Michael could not see his wife anymore, but he could hear distinctly what was happening. He could hear her moan as her bra and panties were ripped violently from her piss-covered body and thrown over the wall, landing at his feet. Jack Picked the sopping panties up and stuffed them into Michael’s mouth.
The three men stripped.
“Get up on your knees, whore!”
Kate complied and the Hispanic ordered her to open her mouth and to take his flaccid cock into it, which she did easily.
“The balls too!”
Kate’s jaw was painfully dislocated as he forced his balls into her mouth.
“Suck Bitch!” He grabbed her head and began to face fuck her. The pain was exquisite! As he fucked her sweet face, his uncut cock, already far down her throat, began to grow, releasing its slimy smegma and gagging her.
“oooouh! uuunH” she whimpered. But soon it became apparent that her abuse was arousing her. Her nipples were hard and her moans became more obviously moans of pleasure. When he was about to cum, his balls, dripping with her foamy saliva, popped out of Kate’s mouth as he pulled back out of her throat to let his thick copious cum fill her mouth.
The men now pulled her, still choking and gasping for air, to her feet and bent her over a workbench. One of them man-handled her delectable ass cheeks before rimming her deeply.
“Oh God –Don’t stop! I want to feel your tongue inside me! Deeper! Deeper! “, Kate begged.
And now the real horrific fun began. The brawny black man took a greasy motorcycle chain and began to flog her delectable ass unmercifully, raising bloody welts and shredding her soft flesh in several places. The poor girl whimpered and screamed but never once did she beg them to stop. As she suffered excruciating pain, she felt the cold steel of the barrel a large flashlight (like the one cops bludgeon people with) being screwed up her ass. Kate shrieked, but again, pleasure was distinctly heard with the pain in her voice.
Michael saw none of this, but the not seeing only made everything worse. The images he imagined were horrific. Michael began to sob uncontrollably, gagging on Kate’s piss-drenched panties.
Behind the wall, Kate was again laid on her back on the filthy cement floor. The head of the flashlight protruded from her butt cheeks, forcing the barrel deeper as her body was pressed against the hard concrete.
The Comanche spread Kate’s legs wide and held them up in the air as he impaled her sopping cunt on his cock. Michael could see her ankles and her feet splayed wide and bobbing in the air just above the wall, in harmony with Kate’s undulating hips. He heard Kate’s shriek as the Indian’s cock was pistoned into her, the force of his weight driving the flashlight barrel deeper into her asshole.
The black man became worried that the Comanche’s pounding would drive the flashlight so deeply into Kate that it might kill her.
“Ease up on her chief – the flashlight!”
The Indian immediately understood and took some of his weight off poor Kate’s body and slowed the force of his thrusts”
“Nooooo! Pleasssssse! Nooooo!” Kate howled “Give it to me Harder! Harder! Hard as you can! Please don’t stop! Don’t EVER stop! Fuuuuck me!”
Her words burned through Michael’s consciousness as he watched his wife’s ankles and feet spreading even farther apart and bobbing up and down rapidly as the Indian grunted and hammered her cunt and her ass unmercifully into the pavement. Kate’s cum squirted and boiled out of her cunt and ran like a river down the sacred valley between the swells of her ample abused ass cheeks. Kate and the Indian came in a chorus of howls and whoops. As his spent cock began to wilt, the Comanche was soon replaced by the big black man who marveled at the feeling of the flashlight barrel pushing the walls of the ravaged girl’s rectum an vagina with every deep thrust of his massive cock. He loved the feeling and the excitement that Kate’s shuddering pain gave him. When he had finished, the Hispanic took his turn with the same results. Kate’s moans and cries for more filled the garage and nearly drowned out her husband’s sobs.
“I’ll take over now – you boys are much too gentle” Jack scolded, as he pulled the shit-covered, blood-streaked flashlight out of Kate’s plundered ass and dragged her back out in front of Michael. Jack took Kate’s piss-streaked, orgasm-flushed face roughly in his hands and gave her a long violent, deep kiss, biting and tearing her upper lip open and lacerating her tongue. Kate responded by clutching her arms around Jack, seemingly trying to swallow him up. Jack abruptly yanked her bleeding mouth from his and shoved her down at Michael’s feet where she looked up, disgusted, yet pleased, at the sight of Michael’s hard erection and tear-stained face.
Jack unchained Michael and bound his hands to his sides.
“On the ground you miserable pervert!”
Michael complied and lay on his back beside his defiled wife.
“Sit on his face, Kate” Kate spread her ass cheeks over Michael’s face. She straddled him, facing away from him so she wouldn’t have to look at his pathetic erection.
“Eat your wife’s shitty asshole! Keep eating until I tell you to stop, you worm.”
Kate shifted slightly until she could feel Michael’s tongue deeply rimming her, while a thin trickle of salty rectal blood seeped over his upper lip and into his nose.
Jack lowered the lift and attached one set of jumper cable clamps to the car’s battery terminals. He pulled his pants off and knelt in front of Kate, smiling approvingly as she wiggled her ass over her husband’s tongue.
“Enjoy it while it lasts Michael – you will never fuck me again. You’ll be lucky if I let you eat my ass again. Now that I’ve been taken by real men, I could never even pretend to enjoy your cock”
Speaking these words aroused her even more than her previous attackers had. She could see that her words had a similar effect on Jack and she felt certain that her words affected Michael the same way. Jack’s cock was massive. It was easily 12 inches hard, nearly as fat as the end of a baseball bat and covered with bulging veins that gave it more the appearance of oak bark than human skin. It was a cock befitting of the monster that Jack was. How Kate ached to feel it battering her cunt.
Seeing that she was primed, Jack attached the jagged teeth of the other 2 jumper cable clamps to each of her nipples. Kate let out an unholy scream. The teeth bit cruelly into each areola and soon blood was running down her breasts onto her belly. She writhed in agony and anticipation. Jack took her shoulders in each of his huge hands and bent her backward so her torso now angled away from him turning her cunt upwards and toward his pulsing cock, while pressing her asshole even tighter to Michael’s lips. Jack began to screw his massive organ into Kate’s sopping cunt, driving it deeper with each successive thrust, while pulling her into him by her shoulders. Kate felt like she was being split apart from within.
“Fuck me Jack! Drive it all the way in! Fuck me! Fuck Me! Oh, Jesus fucking Christ! Hurt me!”
Just as Jack felt his cock tearing into Kate’s cervix, he nodded to the Comanche who turned the ignition key, sending a searing spike of white-hot energy into each of Kate’s tortured nipples. Blood and lymph vaporized as her areolas exploded like two fleshy grenades. Kate’s piercing screams of agony and ecstasy filled the air as the ragged edges of what had been her nipples sizzled and spit. The air was filled with the stench of burning flesh. The Indian turned off the ignition – its magic was done In the mere blink of an eye.
At that instant, Jack could feel wave after wave of Kate’s orgasms sweeping through her tortured body as he began to shoot hot jets of thick semen into her ruined cervix. The combined jolts from the jumper cables and the brutal plundering of Kate’s cervix made Kate lose all control; she emptied her bladder onto Michael’s face and filled his mouth with her vile shit, which he gulped hungrily. Michael’s body quaked under Kate as his cum oozed out of his cock in synchrony with Kate’s orgasms and Jack’s ejaculation.
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Michael drove down the desert highway, while Kate slumbered contentedly in the back seat. Though battered and burned, her body still glowed from the magnificence of her debasement. She knew now who she was and what she needed. Though her areolas would never return, the tender flesh that filled the craters where nipples once jutted so proudly, would prove to be far more sensitive than her nipples ever were – they would bring her continued intense pleasure. She was at peace. True to her promise, Michael would never fuck her again. But neither would he complain nor would he ever regret becoming his wife’s willing cuckold. All was right with their world.