"You know," he whispered in my ear, "if we don't get up from here you'll miss the night's activities in the garage."
"Garage? What's happening in the garage?"
"Maggie issued a challenge to all the men for tonight."
My interest was instantly piqued as I recalled our earlier conversation. "Who is Maggie? And what was her challenge?"
"She's one of the kitchen aides who happens to have a craving for multiple attention. Her challenge was: could the men make her cry quits in a gang rape scene."
"Gang rape?"
"Yea, one of her fantasies. She wants to fight instead of submit. She has limited them in what they can use. Only what they normally wear is allowed. No special equipment is to be used during the rape and it must occur in the garage as if they had broken in and trapped her. Care to watch?"
I was sitting up before he finished his question. "Let's go. Come on, we might miss something."
I practically drug Jason down the stairs and through the house as we made our way to the garage.
It was deserted.
Not a light was on. No people could be seen.
"Well, where are they?" I asked as we came to a stop at the door.
The rascal had the nerve to smile as he held up his watch and showed it to me. "Impatient, aren't you? It's not set until ten after. Come on, turn off the lights and let's find a place to watch."
A minute later the lights were again off and Jason and I were huddled up on the end of a workbench on one side of the garage. It was eerie sitting there in the dark, the moonlight coming in through the windows as we waited for the rape to begin.
It was almost like waiting for a movie to start. We knew the basics of the movie but not the actuality. Somehow I thought I should have a box of popcorn in my hand as I wiggled into his arms to help keep warm.
Out in the darkness I could hear heels clicking on the pavement. Each step got closer and closer. The door opened and the light was flipped on. A stunning redhead walked in and closed the door behind her. That, I assumed, must be Maggie.
As she fumbled in her purse, play acting looking for car keys, I gave her my full attention.
About five six or so, she had the most beautiful red hair I had ever seen, and there was plenty to see. It hung long and free to the small of her back. This redhead had no freckles, but a pale complexion that vivid green eyes set off to perfection. Her body was nothing to sneeze about either.
Full, upstanding tits filled her tank top to almost overflowing. Long, long legs came out of skimpy satin shorts that showed a hint of ass cheeks peaking out of them. And everything in between hair and heels was perfectly proportioned. The only thing that marred her perfection was a bruise on her left thigh that looked suspiciously like a whip mark. Other than that she was stunning.
Humming a tune under her breath, looking through the contents of her purse, Maggie was the picture of innocence as she walked to the center of the garage and stood next to the car parked there. Then, suddenly, the closed door was opened and crashing into the wall as five men ran into the garage.
Maggie screamed in terror. Her fingers, which had finally found the keys she was seeking, dropped them on the cement floor as they rushed her. She tried to open the door and escape into the car, but it was locked.
Two bodies hurled into her, smashing her into the car door as her wrists were grabbed and forced behind her back. To me it looked like they were almost to the breaking point. Maggie seemed to agree as her scream of pain/terror echoed around the garage to fill our ears.
If I hadn't known this was all planned I might have gone to her rescue, but as I notice the obvious arousal of her nipples pressing into her tank top I wiggled closer to Jason who had his eyes glued to the scene before us. There was a mysterious wiggling in his pant, too, as I turned back to watch.
"Get her damned clothes off and let's get to it," came from one of the men that I identified as Johnny of the dinning room. But he didn't look like the Johnny I knew. In fact all were dressed different. Faded blue jeans, torn T-shirts, scruffy boots or dirty sneakers was the mode of dress, not military like uniforms of Jason's servants.
They looked like a bunch of thugs on the prowl for what they could get.
And they had Maggie in their grasp. A struggling Maggie that was twisting and turning trying to get away. All to no effect. Hands digging painfully into her skin took care of that avenue of escape as two men held her and the others surrounded her.
A hand reached out, I think it was Charles', and ripped the tank top to shreds and tossed it on the floor.
A different hand worked the same magic on her satin shorts, leaving the screaming Maggie in heels only as hands took possession of tits, pussy and ass.
Wanting to know the players, I whispered in' Jason's ear, "Who is who?"
Whispering, too, he answered my question. "You know Charles and Johnny. The one attached to her left tit is Barry. He is paired with Carol who got ten today for dropping the plate in the dinning room. He takes care of the cars as mechanic and driver. The one standing back is Stan, my cook. He is Maggie's partner and knows her the best, as you can tell as he's taking his belt out of his pants. The other one is Thomas the butler, who is paired with Karen, an assistant cook for him along with Maggie."
Getting the players straight and their relationships with others in the house, I turned my attention back to the action. It was obvious, by quick glances directed in our direction, that Jason and I were seen. But no one paid us any attention as we silently watched them fling Maggie face down over the hood of the car.
Stan came up then and wrapped his belt around her wrists and tied it off, leaving all hands freed for future engagements. As two held her pressed into the car, the others began to systematically take off their clothes. Each retaining the leather belts from his pants as they smiled at her screamed words of defiance and outrage.
Maggie twisted and kicked out, catching several shins with her feet to no effect except to ‘anger' her attackers.
"The bitch is asking for it."
"Hold her still and we'll whip her defiance away damn quick."
"I get to fuck her ass first." Where some of the comments made as they arranged themselves for the engagement taking place before my excited eyes.
A second later belts were cracking into Maggie's quivering ass and legs as they held her in place atop the car. Her screams appeared realistic as hell. As did the scent that came to my nose. Scent of aroused female, accompanied by hard nipples pressed into cool metal of the car. It was obvious by observing that the struggling Maggie was having the time of her life as the belts came at her again and again.
With a wave of his hand Barry stopped the belts from landing as he positioned himself at her stripped ass and drove his cock in with one thrust. Maggie arched her back and a silent scream squeaked out of her throat, but there was no doubt in my mind that she was hotter than a firecracker. Barry jerked her back, forcing her to stand up as he drove in with savage lunges.
Getting a firm grip on her, he turned her around. Placing his thrusting ass against the car, he forced Maggie to face her other attackers and they took up the challenge.
"Whip her damned tits," came from Stan, her partner as he complied with his own words. Four belts became black and brown blurs as they followed his instructions and Barry flicked away in her ass. I couldn't help but rub my own whipped titties as the belts connected again and again against Maggie's full twisting boobies and extended nipples.
She swore. She screamed. She tried to twist away from the attacking belts. But none of her actions were fruitful, except for her obvious stimulation and theirs. The enclosed space in the garage was filled with sex smells, both male and female when Johnny did his version of stopping the action and stepping up to her.
His cock was instantly swallowed by her sucking cunt as Barry laid back on the car and let him control the motions as they pressed Maggie between their fucking bodies. Maggie's body was forced back to rest on Barry and the others took that as a signal to take charge of her tipped up breasts. Hands and mouths covered her strapped tits as her moans could no longer be construed as anything but approval at their accomplishments.
Even restricted as she was in moving, Maggie did her damnest to take the two cocks into her even deeper as her tits received avid attention from the non-fuckers present. I, too, was getting a bit of attention in that direction as Jason's hand slid to my tits and encountered nipples just as hard as Maggie's were.
Barry yelled and filled her sucking ass as his hands held her up for the others. "Thaaat's itt. Next," he said and pushed her away from his body. A second later Thomas was wedging his way up her vacated ass as Johnny took his turn leaning on the car for support.
With Maggie face down toward the car, it was time for the extras to attend her back and the sides of her thrusting ass. Belts and hands connected with all available flesh and she was off and coming again.
And thus it went. They rotated in her ass and pussy. Rotated around her body with hands and belts. There wasn't a centimeter left undamaged by the time Maggie had been fucked for a grand total of eighteen times as she was toss back and forth like so much trash from cock to cock. Nothing was used except belts, hands and mouths but by the end of two hours Maggie was one well fucked and beaten bitch.
She also won the challenge. The guys were finished in the cock department, but she still wanted more. Which I am glad to say Jason and I obliged in.
With flagging cocks, the men held her in place over the hood of the car as I got my very first taste of cum filled pussy. Not only was it cum filled, it was ring filled, too. Maggie had a ring in each vaginal lip, rings I used to hold her apart as I did my first muff diving. But not my last.
When I had had my fill of combined juices I stepped away and Jason filled her with his cock as I got my first taste of beaten titties. Another thing that was not to be my last.
"Garage? What's happening in the garage?"
"Maggie issued a challenge to all the men for tonight."
My interest was instantly piqued as I recalled our earlier conversation. "Who is Maggie? And what was her challenge?"
"She's one of the kitchen aides who happens to have a craving for multiple attention. Her challenge was: could the men make her cry quits in a gang rape scene."
"Gang rape?"
"Yea, one of her fantasies. She wants to fight instead of submit. She has limited them in what they can use. Only what they normally wear is allowed. No special equipment is to be used during the rape and it must occur in the garage as if they had broken in and trapped her. Care to watch?"
I was sitting up before he finished his question. "Let's go. Come on, we might miss something."
I practically drug Jason down the stairs and through the house as we made our way to the garage.
It was deserted.
Not a light was on. No people could be seen.
"Well, where are they?" I asked as we came to a stop at the door.
The rascal had the nerve to smile as he held up his watch and showed it to me. "Impatient, aren't you? It's not set until ten after. Come on, turn off the lights and let's find a place to watch."
A minute later the lights were again off and Jason and I were huddled up on the end of a workbench on one side of the garage. It was eerie sitting there in the dark, the moonlight coming in through the windows as we waited for the rape to begin.
It was almost like waiting for a movie to start. We knew the basics of the movie but not the actuality. Somehow I thought I should have a box of popcorn in my hand as I wiggled into his arms to help keep warm.
Out in the darkness I could hear heels clicking on the pavement. Each step got closer and closer. The door opened and the light was flipped on. A stunning redhead walked in and closed the door behind her. That, I assumed, must be Maggie.
As she fumbled in her purse, play acting looking for car keys, I gave her my full attention.
About five six or so, she had the most beautiful red hair I had ever seen, and there was plenty to see. It hung long and free to the small of her back. This redhead had no freckles, but a pale complexion that vivid green eyes set off to perfection. Her body was nothing to sneeze about either.
Full, upstanding tits filled her tank top to almost overflowing. Long, long legs came out of skimpy satin shorts that showed a hint of ass cheeks peaking out of them. And everything in between hair and heels was perfectly proportioned. The only thing that marred her perfection was a bruise on her left thigh that looked suspiciously like a whip mark. Other than that she was stunning.
Humming a tune under her breath, looking through the contents of her purse, Maggie was the picture of innocence as she walked to the center of the garage and stood next to the car parked there. Then, suddenly, the closed door was opened and crashing into the wall as five men ran into the garage.
Maggie screamed in terror. Her fingers, which had finally found the keys she was seeking, dropped them on the cement floor as they rushed her. She tried to open the door and escape into the car, but it was locked.
Two bodies hurled into her, smashing her into the car door as her wrists were grabbed and forced behind her back. To me it looked like they were almost to the breaking point. Maggie seemed to agree as her scream of pain/terror echoed around the garage to fill our ears.
If I hadn't known this was all planned I might have gone to her rescue, but as I notice the obvious arousal of her nipples pressing into her tank top I wiggled closer to Jason who had his eyes glued to the scene before us. There was a mysterious wiggling in his pant, too, as I turned back to watch.
"Get her damned clothes off and let's get to it," came from one of the men that I identified as Johnny of the dinning room. But he didn't look like the Johnny I knew. In fact all were dressed different. Faded blue jeans, torn T-shirts, scruffy boots or dirty sneakers was the mode of dress, not military like uniforms of Jason's servants.
They looked like a bunch of thugs on the prowl for what they could get.
And they had Maggie in their grasp. A struggling Maggie that was twisting and turning trying to get away. All to no effect. Hands digging painfully into her skin took care of that avenue of escape as two men held her and the others surrounded her.
A hand reached out, I think it was Charles', and ripped the tank top to shreds and tossed it on the floor.
A different hand worked the same magic on her satin shorts, leaving the screaming Maggie in heels only as hands took possession of tits, pussy and ass.
Wanting to know the players, I whispered in' Jason's ear, "Who is who?"
Whispering, too, he answered my question. "You know Charles and Johnny. The one attached to her left tit is Barry. He is paired with Carol who got ten today for dropping the plate in the dinning room. He takes care of the cars as mechanic and driver. The one standing back is Stan, my cook. He is Maggie's partner and knows her the best, as you can tell as he's taking his belt out of his pants. The other one is Thomas the butler, who is paired with Karen, an assistant cook for him along with Maggie."
Getting the players straight and their relationships with others in the house, I turned my attention back to the action. It was obvious, by quick glances directed in our direction, that Jason and I were seen. But no one paid us any attention as we silently watched them fling Maggie face down over the hood of the car.
Stan came up then and wrapped his belt around her wrists and tied it off, leaving all hands freed for future engagements. As two held her pressed into the car, the others began to systematically take off their clothes. Each retaining the leather belts from his pants as they smiled at her screamed words of defiance and outrage.
Maggie twisted and kicked out, catching several shins with her feet to no effect except to ‘anger' her attackers.
"The bitch is asking for it."
"Hold her still and we'll whip her defiance away damn quick."
"I get to fuck her ass first." Where some of the comments made as they arranged themselves for the engagement taking place before my excited eyes.
A second later belts were cracking into Maggie's quivering ass and legs as they held her in place atop the car. Her screams appeared realistic as hell. As did the scent that came to my nose. Scent of aroused female, accompanied by hard nipples pressed into cool metal of the car. It was obvious by observing that the struggling Maggie was having the time of her life as the belts came at her again and again.
With a wave of his hand Barry stopped the belts from landing as he positioned himself at her stripped ass and drove his cock in with one thrust. Maggie arched her back and a silent scream squeaked out of her throat, but there was no doubt in my mind that she was hotter than a firecracker. Barry jerked her back, forcing her to stand up as he drove in with savage lunges.
Getting a firm grip on her, he turned her around. Placing his thrusting ass against the car, he forced Maggie to face her other attackers and they took up the challenge.
"Whip her damned tits," came from Stan, her partner as he complied with his own words. Four belts became black and brown blurs as they followed his instructions and Barry flicked away in her ass. I couldn't help but rub my own whipped titties as the belts connected again and again against Maggie's full twisting boobies and extended nipples.
She swore. She screamed. She tried to twist away from the attacking belts. But none of her actions were fruitful, except for her obvious stimulation and theirs. The enclosed space in the garage was filled with sex smells, both male and female when Johnny did his version of stopping the action and stepping up to her.
His cock was instantly swallowed by her sucking cunt as Barry laid back on the car and let him control the motions as they pressed Maggie between their fucking bodies. Maggie's body was forced back to rest on Barry and the others took that as a signal to take charge of her tipped up breasts. Hands and mouths covered her strapped tits as her moans could no longer be construed as anything but approval at their accomplishments.
Even restricted as she was in moving, Maggie did her damnest to take the two cocks into her even deeper as her tits received avid attention from the non-fuckers present. I, too, was getting a bit of attention in that direction as Jason's hand slid to my tits and encountered nipples just as hard as Maggie's were.
Barry yelled and filled her sucking ass as his hands held her up for the others. "Thaaat's itt. Next," he said and pushed her away from his body. A second later Thomas was wedging his way up her vacated ass as Johnny took his turn leaning on the car for support.
With Maggie face down toward the car, it was time for the extras to attend her back and the sides of her thrusting ass. Belts and hands connected with all available flesh and she was off and coming again.
And thus it went. They rotated in her ass and pussy. Rotated around her body with hands and belts. There wasn't a centimeter left undamaged by the time Maggie had been fucked for a grand total of eighteen times as she was toss back and forth like so much trash from cock to cock. Nothing was used except belts, hands and mouths but by the end of two hours Maggie was one well fucked and beaten bitch.
She also won the challenge. The guys were finished in the cock department, but she still wanted more. Which I am glad to say Jason and I obliged in.
With flagging cocks, the men held her in place over the hood of the car as I got my very first taste of cum filled pussy. Not only was it cum filled, it was ring filled, too. Maggie had a ring in each vaginal lip, rings I used to hold her apart as I did my first muff diving. But not my last.
When I had had my fill of combined juices I stepped away and Jason filled her with his cock as I got my first taste of beaten titties. Another thing that was not to be my last.
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