Fitness Freak Ordeal

Chapter 01 �Waking To Rape

 

���� ��I had a very normal reaction when the drug wore off and I woke up with a stranger on top of me pounding away.� I started screaming my head off.� His reaction was normal, too.

���� �Shut the fuck up, bitch,� said Oscar delivering an open palm slap to my face stunning me.�

���� The whole side of my head went numb and I tasted blood in my mouth.� I inhaled to resume screaming, causing Oscar to draw his fist back threatening me.� �You don�t shut up; I�ll knock your fucking teeth out.�

��� In spite of the drug hangover resulting in a pounding headache, my survival instincts kicked in and I closed my mouth and was quiet as I observed he was black, heavily muscled and covered in skin art, the kind you get in prison.� He was also well endowed and giving me a good railing.� At the moment, he was pulling all the way out then slamming it home.� His cock head was bouncing off my cervix causing me to grunt in pain on every stroke.�

���� Looking back, it was all a rape should be.�

��� �Sensing that I now understood who was in charge, Oscar issued another order.� �Wrap your legs around me and give me a good fuck or I�ll break your face.�

���� I momentarily considered telling him to go fuck himself but decided that might cost me my incisors.� He was already inside me so what was the point of being defiant.� My arms were tied to the headboard but my legs were free so I wrapped them around his waist and squeezed then began pulling him into me.� �Don�t hurt me.� I�ll do anything you want.� �I�m anything but brave.

���� �She�s your bitch, now, Oscar,� said a man standing by the bed.� I hadn�t noticed him until he spoke.� When I turned in his direction, I saw a well built blonde man slowly stroking his semi-hard cock.� He was naked except for white socks.� He looked to be in his twenties and the arm I could see was covered with tattoos.� When he saw me looking, he pointed his cock in my direction and stroked faster as he informed me of his place in line.� �I�m next bitch.� I�m going to split you wide open.�

���� �Hurry up, Oscar, I want a piece before Sergei arrives,� said a voice past the standing man. When I turned my head as far as it would go, I saw two more men seated at a table.� There was a six pack of beer on the table and they were both drinking.� The term, gang rape, popped into my head along with the realization that I had purchased that six pack.� I had been coming out of the market when they grabbed me and stuck a needle in my arm.� I went out almost immediately.

���� �He won�t be here until after dark, Mel.� You can screw her until your dick falls off,� said Oscar as he ground his pubic bone against my clit causing me to moan.

���� Rape was new to me.� I�d been pressured several times to put out when I was in the service; but I didn�t call that rape.� It was sexual harassment not that I made any formal complaints.� Since your technical sergeant can make your life pure hell, it�s better to give him what he wants and forget it.� Mine were actually nice guys who were horny and away from home like me.� So when they told me what they expected, I shouted, �Yes Sir, Technical Sergeant and fell to my knees.�

����� That was in a combat zone and the rules are different.� When you�re worried about an insurgent sniper blowing the top of your head off, giving head is not all that important.� Plus the sex was relaxing and got my mind off the fucking war.

����� �Bitch loves your cock, Oscar.� Make her moan again,� said the blonde now fully erect.

���� Oscar pushed hard against my love button and twisted his hips as he let out a whoop.� Anxious to please, I screamed, �Oh fuck yes,� as he got ready to pump his load in my vagina.� I had already checked.� It was bare back.�

���� According to my late husband, I�m a noisy excitable lover with a tendency to talk dirty.� I moaned and groaned in response to the pressure before whispering, �Fuck that pussy.� Fuck it hard.�� That must have excited Oscar because he doubled his pace.

����� �All most there, keep pumping,� said Oscar raising up to cradle my knee pits in his elbows.� He started pounding away forcing me to grunt each time he slammed it home.� My ankles locked around his waist pulling him into me as my hands grasped his buttocks.� �I was on autopilot hoping a good fuck would keep me alive or at least delay my death.

���� �We lucked out guys. Stupid cunt likes to be raped,� said Billy moving closer to the bed.� I could see the excitement and lust in his eyes.

���� I�d never been raped before.� I�d been to several classes about how to defend against a rapist.� You were supposed to fight back, scream for help, and get in touch with your violent self.� Kicking them in the balls was taught and practiced on a well padded instructor.� All that seemed irrelevant.� There were four of them and they were young, strong and armed with semi-automatics.�� I was more interested in staying alive than saving my honor.

���� I took a moment to collect my thoughts.� My immediate situation was dire to say the least.� I was tied to a dirty bed in what appeared to be an abandoned industrial building.� The light slanting through the windows indicated it was mid afternoon.� A black man with a shaved head and a ripped physique was raping me.� Three other men, one back and two white, were waiting their turn.

��� The odd thought popped into my head that I could get pregnant.� My late husband, Dan, and I had been trying to have a baby for the last three months, so I was off the pill.� He had died in a boating accident two weeks ago.� At least they called it an accident when it first happened.� Since it was our boat and I knew Dan was on it when it exploded, I assumed he was dead.

���� But the other day, two FBI agents dropped by to tell me they had found traces of military grade explosives on the wreckage.� They also said they�d found DNA evidence from three different men none of whom were Dan.� They were still looking for DNA evidence to prove he was among the deceased.

���� For some reason, I suspected there was a relationship between Dan�s death and what was happening to me.� The fact that the FBI was involved seemed wrong for a local boating accident.� But no one was telling me shit so I was left to speculate.

���� A second scarier possibility came to mind.� I wasn�t blindfolded.� I could identify Oscar and the others so I was a potential witness.�� I�d watched enough cop shows on TV to know there was a good possibility I was going to end up with a bullet in my head after they finished.

���� Oscar interrupted my train of thought by covering my mouth with his.� When his tongue slipped inside, I intertwined it with mine.� It wasn�t passion.� I was scared shitless.� I hugged him to me as I whispered, �Fill my pussy with your hot come, motherfucker.�

���� A half dozen pounding thrusts ending in a loud male gasp and my vagina was filled for the first time in years with semen other than my Dan�s.� Oscar rolled off me breathing hard.� I was covered in his sweat.

���� �How was she?� asked one of the men at the table.

���� �Pussy�s pussy,� said Oscar slowing getting up.� He picked up something off the floor that turned out to be my skirt and wiped his cock dry before leaving the room to, in his words, take a much needed piss.

���� �Anyone have any condoms?� asked the blonde man sitting down on the edge of the small bed and placing his hand on my breast and squeezing.�

���� �What the fuck you need a condom for, Billy?� asked one of the seated men.� �You think a housewife from the burbs is going to give you the clap?�

����� �More likely, Billy gives it to her,� said the other man causing both to laugh.

����� �We�re the ones who should be using condoms after you�ve fucked her pussy,� said the other.

����� �I guess I don�t need it,� said Billy climbing on top of me straddling my chest.

����� �Suck it, slut,� said Billy placing his cock against my lips.

����� Performing fellatio on your back with your arms tied over your head doesn�t work.� It required I hold my head up straining my neck causing me to frequently rest my head on the bed.

����� �Untie me,� I pleaded.

����� �Think Oscar would mind if I untied her, Mel,� asked Billy reacting to the unsatisfactory result.� �I need a regular BJ.�

����� �Don�t see why.� She can�t very well run off,� said Mel the other black man.

����� Minutes later, I was kneeling beside the bed, thankful the blood was flowing back into my arms.� Billy was lying across it with his legs spread and I was performing fellatio.� I pushed aside all the thoughts about how humiliating this was and how degraded I felt.� It wasn�t the cleanest and most pleasant smelling cock I�d ever put in my mouth.�

���� �Play my Rusty Trombone,� said Bill reaching for his calves to pull his legs toward his chest.� As it turned out, I go to practice my trombone playing a lot that afternoon.

����� When he raised his legs to give me access to his asshole, the smell of dried shit caused a wave of nausea to sweep over me.� But I was out of options, so I ordered my stomach to calm down while I stroked his cock and licked the shit off his asshole.

����� �Eat my ass, bitch, lick it clean,� said Billy and I did.�� These guys were serious mother fuckers and licking their shit holes clean was better than getting a bullet in the brain.

����� It was the kind of dirty sex common when I was in the service.� But that was year�s ago.� Dan was a fastidiously clean person who wouldn�t have dreamed of asking me to put my mouth on his butt unless it sparkled.� But pleasing Billy was the only option I had.� The two sitting at the table were wearing lethal semi automatic pistols in shoulder holsters.� I didn�t think shooting me would cause them to lose any sleep.

���� I rimmed his butt until it shone then switched back to sucking his cock. ���Applying experience gained since middle school, I massaged his testicles and stroked the shaft while my mouth engulfed the top third.� My tongue and lips were very busy.� I made be a suburban housewife but I know how to suck a cock.

����� �What�s your name, bitch?� asked Billy.

����� �Marlene, but I go by Marnie,� I said taking his cock out of mouth to talk.

���� �How old are you?� asked Billy.

���� �Thirty one,� I answered.� My purse was lying on the table and my billfold was open.� They�d seen my driver�s license.� Maybe Billy had short term memory problems.

���� �You going to ask her for a date or get your cock sucked,� asked Mel who had left the table for a closer view.

���� �You got a nice pair on you, Marnie,� said Mel reaching both arms over my shoulder to squeeze my breasts.�

���� �On the bed Marnie, for doggie style,� said Billy sitting up.� He was rock hard and ready for phase two.

���� I groaned as Billy�s cock slid in my vagina.� He was also well-endowed. �I was on my knees and elbows facing the top of the bed.

���� �Hear that, she loves my dick,� said Billy.

���� �Here, honey, show me how much you love mine,� said Mel who was now standing at the head of the bed offering his black cock to my mouth.

���� My last double penetration was at Camp Balad outside Baghdad when my unit finally got orders to return to LeJeune.� They�d extended our stay twice.� Someone came up with several gallons of home brew to get the party started.� I wound up along with the other females soldiers getting plowed in all three orifices at the same time. �

���� As a civilian and Dan�s wife, I had been strictly monogamous and faithful, no threesomes.

���� I moved slightly forward to take Mel�s fat uncircumcised penis in my mouth.

����� I heard the sound of someone expectorating and felt the slimy liquid land on my butt.� Billy�s finger smeared it over my sphincter then pushed inside none too gently.� Dan occasionally stuck his finger in my ass while he ate me or fucked me from the rear but he was my husband and gentle about it.

����� I ignored the pain, concentrating on sucking Mel and fucking Billy.� Billy didn�t last long.� His hands gripped my flanks creating leverage to slam into me so hard I felt like screaming.� As he came, he wedged a second finger in my ass causing me to gasp with pain.� Seconds later, his sweat covered body collapsed across my back pressing me into the filthy mattress.

���� �Lay on your back with your head hanging down,� said Stan, the fourth guy, who along with Mel turned out to be the sadists of the four.�

���� I wasn�t sure what Stan wanted so I hesitated a moment.� He turned out to be the impatient type.

���� �This way, cunt,� said Stan grabbing my blonde hair to yank me painfully in position.�

���� �Start with a little tea bagging,� said Stan lowering his hairy balls to my mouth.

���� Familiar with the term, I took one of his testicles in my mouth and gently sucked it.� Mel appeared beside Stan.� He reached down to grab one of my nipples between two fingers.� He was a big strong guy and it hurt like hell when he flattened it then dug his nails in the soft flesh.

���� When I opened my mouth to protest, Stan rammed his cock down my throat, choking me.� They took turns fucking my throat and torturing my breasts until I was in agony.� Somehow in spite of the pain, I stayed in control until first Stan and then Mel ejaculated down my gullet.

���� Oscar gave me a bottle of water to drink as laid down on the bed with his legs spread indicating fellatio was expected.� Feeling dehydrated, I took several swallows before getting into position.� I began by teasing his piss hole with the tip of my tongue.

���� �Play my Rusty Trombone,� said Oscar reaching up to grab his insteps.� He pulled his legs back over his head giving me access to his sphincter.� My spit covered hand worked his shaft while my tongue windshield wiped his none too clean anus.� It was the kind of nasty pig sex a woman only does on three occasions: (1) wedding, (2) drunk out of her mind, (3) being raped.

���� Maybe knowing my background will help explain why I wasn�t acting like a screaming, terrified female experiencing her first brutal gang rape.

���� I was born outside of St. Paul, Minnesota of good Norwegian stock from whom I inherited my 5�11� height, fair complexion, and straw blonde hair.� Mother taught elementary school while Dad struggled with a small dairy farm.� Opportunities were scare when I finished high school so I joined the US Marines on my nineteen birthday.� During my six years in the Corps, I served two tours in Iraq and one in Afghanistan.

���� I came out with enough cash and credits to spend my next three years getting a business degree at University of Minnesota Duluth.� I got a job at a local paper mill after I graduated.

���� A friend persuaded me to join her in trying an online match making service, the kind where you answer a thousand questions to guarantee you�ll meet Mr. Right.� Most of the guys weren�t even close to Mr. Good Enough.� But one of them was Daniel Wagner and he was Mr. Perfect as far as I was concerned.

��� Dan was once divorced, eight years my senior, and the owner of Metals Recovery (MR Inc), a business he started right out of college.�� MR Inc purchased high value scrap which it melted down for the precious metals used in its manufacture.� For example, there is a tiny amount of gold in personal computer logic boards.

��� Dan was good looking and charming and I fell in love with him.� We dated for three months before we got engaged.� We had a small wedding mostly with my relatives.� Dan�s parents died while he was in grade school.� He was raised by a succession of foster parents.� He had no living relatives I was aware of.�

���� MR Inc was profitable enough we could afford a nice home on Lake Superior and a forty foot boat where Dan could pursue his love of fishing.� I quit work to take care of the house and concentrate on having a family.� Dan traveled frequently on business so I had time to pursue my hobby which is fitness.� I finished in the top five the last three years in the Mrs. Fitness USA finals in Las Vegas.

���� The point I�m trying to make is that six years in the service and experiencing combat made me tougher than most mentally; and fitness competitions have kept me in shape to endure physically.