Wife lives out her husband’s rough fantasy

Laura shrieked at the top of her lungs, not that it was going to do her any good at the moment. The four men already had her surrounded and were in the process of lifting her thrashing body into the back of their van. She was in the parking lot on her way home from work but like always she’d been forced to park ridiculously far from her store and now she had a knife pressed against her throat.

“Shut the fuck up!” One of the men shouted before slapping her across the face. The pretty blonde head snapped to one side turning red where she’d been struck as tears started to well up in her beautiful eyes. She couldn’t identify any of her attackers through the masks they’d all chosen to wear. The only think she was certain of was that at least two of them were black and that was just because she’d seen their hands.

“FUCK YOU!” She pulled her hand free of his grasp and punched him in the nose. If she’d had any room to maneuver it would have hurt instead of just stung. It was more than enough to earn her another violent slap across the face and then have his dirty boot pressed against her cheek.

“Now stop that shit or I’ll crush your goddamn head.” The man increased the pressure slowly. “You gonna behave?” He kept leaning on her until she squeaked out an answer. “Good.” He lifted his boot from her face looking down at the black waffle like print it had left on her pale flesh. “Now get those goddamn cloths off.”

Her chest heaved with a pained sob as she sat up in the van which had started to move. Laura looked up at her attacker, dressed in all black including the mask concealing his identity. The only white on him was the rope coiled around his right arm. She knew that he wasn’t playing with her so she did as she was told peeling the plain white shirt up over her chest and setting it aside. Tears ran down her cheeks as she felt the shirt snag on her wedding ring and thought of her husband, waiting up for a wife who wouldn’t make it home tonight.

The man’s smile grew as he focused on her tits, eyes wide with anticipation as she fumbled with the snaps. “Please.” She whispered as her thumbs move down to the waist band of her slacks preparing to remove them.

“Don’t even start with that bullshit.” He leaned back knocking on the cab. “We nearly there?”

“Nah, get that bitch undressed already man.”

“Aight.” He smiled turning back toward her. “Really girl this shit can be as easy as you let it be. If you make us beat you we’ll beat you beat you, and you’ll end up missing just like all the stupid bitches who can’t obey.” When Laura looked up into his dark brown eyes she realized that she believed every word he said. So instead of talking back any longer she pulled her pants down and off along with her panties.

“That’s better. Now hand them here.” Laura sniffled but did as she was told handing the pile of clothing to her kidnapper who in turn handed them to the driver. She couldn’t see it happen but she heard the excited hoots and hollers as her clothing was thrown out the window. “Now back to you Laura.”

The man slid his belt out from his pants and wrapped it around her throat giving it a sharp tug to tighten it. “Now listen up girly girl. As long as you’re good I won’t choke you, much. Understand.” Laura reached up to hold the leather wrapped around her neck prying at it for a moment before looking up at him and nodding. “Good.”

The van came to a complete stop and the doors opened revealing a tiny little motel room. “C’mon.” The man yanked the leash choking her slightly as he dragged her out onto the asphalt. “Right here is fine.” He pulled her into room 109 and pushed her onto the bed. Three more men walked into the room standing around the bed and staring down at her.

By :Sean Renaud

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