The words "your family" rang in his ears, his wife and his two daughters. He hung his head in his hands as despair overwhelmed him. He had asked Jack to take his life, but Jack had merely laughed and said his life wouldn't make up for what he owed, but his wife might be able to "work it off", and if she couldn't, his two daughters certainly could. Almost two and a half million he had lost with no way to pay it off, and now his family was going to pay. The fact that Jack had put him out of the way, in a prison which was a first class hotel room with two women, one Swedish, the other Korean, neither of whom spoke English, and both of whom would do anything he wished, only made it worse. He laid down on the sumptuous bed and closed his eyes, barking at the Swedish girl not to touch him.

She had gotten the visit from Jack, one of her husband's clients, a notorious drug dealer, two days ago. He laid it all out for her: she was going to help her husband--that worthless bastard, she thought--pay off his debt, and if she didn't, he could get the money by selling her daughters to brothels. Amy and Jennifer, only 15 and 13 years old, sold as prostitutes, and she knew he could do it, and would do it. She didn't have a choice, and agreed to do whatever he said. He had only smiled, and said she only had to make sure she was at home today, and that her daughters were not. In fact, he had suggested she send her daughters to stay with relatives for a week or so. The following day some of his men had come and had wired her house with video cameras in every room. Wire was strung up all over the house and the grounds--her imagination ran wild with what they were for.

Jack leaned back in his chair and watched the 4 monitors in front of him, his hands resting on the controls which would give him a live feed from the house of his ex-lawyer from any of the cameras he had ordered so meticulously set up. When Gregory had fallen on hard times, Jack was more than happy to make his wife pay. Even at thirty four, after two kids, she was beautiful, with long black hair and a tall, slender body, with just enough up top to give her a figure. He liked her eyes most, though, dark and shining and expressive. If he remembered Gregory's story right, she had been a Japanese exchange student, and they had hit it off. Well, the films she was now going to star in were going to make Jack a lot of money, and if they didn't make enough to cover what he was owed, well, the films her daughters would make would bring in even more money.

She started when she heard her front door open; she had locked it. She stood tentatively and moved toward the front door, just a room away, when she saw them--four men, large, white, rough looking, not whom she had been expecting. "Wh...who are you? What do you want?" she stuttered, stepping back as she saw their faces break into feral grins. "Look what we got here, guys," the middle one sneered as they fanned out around her. "Keep away!" she yelled, and made a dash for the phone, fear giving her the strength to push past one of the men who tried to grab her and make it into the hallway, only to go crashing into the wall as another of the men threw her against it and pinned her there, breathing hotly into her ear. "We're going to have us a little party, bitch," he hissed, dragging her into her living room and throwing her hard to the plush carpeting, tears of fear and humiliation coursing down her face as the men, working together, grabbed her, and for the first time, she noticed that one of the men was holding a video camera. Despair overwhelmed her as she realized this is what Jack had planned for her.

Jack kept his eyes on the hand held camera, only occasionally glancing at the fixed ones, making a mental note to give the operator a bonus--he did such a great job of catching the fear and despair in her eyes. As he watched his men hold the woman down and pull off her clothes as she thrashed about in their grip, begging and pleading with them to let her go, he buzzed his secretary and had him send in AJ3, a Japanese girl, and ordered her to suck his cock. He smiled as he felt her warm lips wrap themselves around his manhood, and he leaned back to enjoy the show.

"No!!" she screamed as she felt teeth bear down on her nipple, hands groping her now nude body, lithe and svelte from hours of exercise a day. Her hands were held above her head and her legs held open as fingers probed at her lightly furred pussy. "I've got to get a taste of that cunt," she heard one of them say just before one of the men swung his leg over her chest and leaned down, his mouth beginning to hungrily slurp at her privates. "Hey, don't hog!" another one of them yelled, pushing them both over until she was lying on her stomach on top of the man greedily licking her cunt, sending brief flashing of pain and humiliation through her as her body was violated. Jack watched remotely, his hands gripping the head of AJ3 as she took him into her throat, thinking what a great ass she had, two firm globes of muscle, as one of the men pulled them apart, his cock lubed and pushing against her ass while the third man was pulling out his cock near her face. They had tied her hands behind her back to get them out of the way, so now she was completely helpless, her slender, taut body at the disposal of his three men.

She howled in agony as one of the men drove his cock into her ass while, at the same moment, the man beneath her bit hard against her clit, sending agony spiking up her body, making it feel like they were tearing her apart. A moment later pain lanced through her head as the third man lifted the front of her body up by her long, luxurious hair, and pushed his cock into her mouth, saying "suck, bitch, suck it good" before ramming it against the back of her throat. Her whole body spasmed under the triple assault, and she nausea rose in her guts as the cock was forced down her throat and he began to fuck her face like a cunt, slamming his pelvis against her delicate nose. Guttural sounds escaped from around the cock in her throat each time the man behind her drove his cock hard into her ass. Her mind went numb as pain filled her body, a haze of blackness covering her thoughts as she was buffeted back and forth relentlessly. The only relief she had was the man at her cunt had stopped biting and gnashing his teeth against her flesh, and had sucked the flesh around her clitoris into his mouth and was running his tongue quickly back and forth across her clit, his teeth mashing against her sensitive flesh each time the man above him bore down into her ass.

Jack loved it; it was a masterpiece. A beautiful Japanese housewife raped, and his camera man was doing great, getting every shot that mattered: the cock stretching her raped asshole wide open, plunging in and out with abandon, a side shot of the cock in her mouth, sliding in to the balls, a far shot of her whole body being so abused. The sounds, too, the sounds were perfect, each slap of skin against skin, each grunt, each slurping thrust, each cry of pain was captured. He was going to make a lot of money off this, he thought as he came down AJ3's throat, holding her head still until he was done.

It seemed like an eternity, her body, twisted into an unnatural position, brutally rocked between two raping cocks. It went on and on, her eyes tightly shut, her long lashes soaked with tears which ran down her face, splattering against her rapist's thighs each time he drove down her throat. Sparks began to flash behind her eyes as her rape continued, the pain, the lack of oxygen, all sending her into a daze beyond sensation. Her guts began to churn and her body began to shake as the sparks began to grow larger and brighter, each thrust into her ass sending her clit hard against the man's mouth below, each thrust into her face dazing her slightly more. "Get ready bitch, here it comes!" she heard one of them say, and then she felt a tearing sensation in her scalp as he gripped her head more tightly, grinding his crotch into her face, cutting off her airways. At the same time the man fucking her ass leaned hard against her, spilling his come deep into her bowels. She screamed as the man below her bit down on her clit, and the sparks exploded in wave after wave of cascading light and motion, her body undulating as pleasure/pain coursed through her raw nerves, a warm gush of fluids splattering across her thighs betraying an orgasm which seemed like it wouldn't stop. Jack watched in amazement as Gregory's cold fish (from what Gregory had told him) wife began to jerk like a gaffed fish, come spraying from between her legs, her slender body shaking in the throws of an obviously mind-shattering orgasm, her gyrations only seeming to stop once the man at her head pulled his softening cock from her throat. He felt his own cock begin to harden again in AJ3's skilled mouth as he thought about what a prize he had found.

She moaned as she was thrown onto her back, her aftereffects of her orgasm overwhelming her. She couldn't think. Her mind was a swirl with emotions, her body seeming to float as the man who had been beneath her snarled, "I got to get me some of that cunt," grabbing her ankles and pushing them to either side of her head. She sobbed in humiliation as he drove his cock hard into her splayed, slick cunt, the more so because it felt so good. As her slender body was rocked under the punishing fucking, drawing helpless grunts in between her sobs from her throat, her mind drifted to thoughts of her husband. It was his fault she was suffering this, his fault. She gasped as the second orgasm of her life washed over her, and tears ran down her face. Seventeen years of marriage and her husband had never made her come, her husband, the only man who had ever had her until today, until these men came because of him to rape her, and to film it for sale. Her body shuddered again as he ground his pelvis against hers, spilling his seed deep in her guts, and she moaned as pleasure washed through her.

Jack came a second time as the camera focused on her tear-stained face being twisted into passion. He continued watching, satiated, as his men knocked her around a bit before dragging her to the kitchen, making her scream by twisting and crushing her nipples with a nutcracker. For the next 20 minutes they tormented her with various kitchen implements, foods, and ice before raping her again. By the time they were done her in the kitchen, her whole body throbbed, come running down the inside of her thighs and down the side of her mouth. The worst of it was that her body betrayed her two more times, gushing fluids against her rapists, bucking uncontrollably as the men laughed at her and called her a whore, a slut, a fucking machine. For the finale they dragged her to the bathroom, threw her into the tub, and urinated on her, covering her hair and body with the acrid odor of their wastes, taking great delight in watching it splatter from her full red lips as she twisted her abused body about to avoid the foul taste. When they were done, the camera lingered lovingly over her beaten, abused, raped body as it lay in the tub, motionless, only renewed tears and a weak sobbing showing signs of life. It was over an hour after they had left before she dragged herself to her feet--at least they had freed her hands--and cleaned herself off. She didn't think about what she had gone through, she just went through the motions of caring for her battered body before curling up in bed and crying herself to sleep.

Jack helped edit the film himself, making sure everything was to his liking. When he had a rough cut of the master, he made a copy and had it sent to Gregory. He wondered how that pathetic bastard would react to seeing his beautiful wife come her brains out while being raped by three men. He smiled to himself.

Gregory was busy fucking the Swedish girl, boredom and lust overcoming his despair, up the ass--he loved the way she moaned and cooed as he twisted his cock deep in her bowels (his wife barely ever seemed to notice no matter how hard he tried to please her), when the Korean girl slid a tape into the VCR. He smiled at her naked, glistening, dark body, a smile which slowly vanished as the tape progressed.

Gregory's wife didn't open her eyes, her mind reliving the horror of the previous day, and the humiliation of her orgasms, until long after noon. When she did, she noticed a manila envelope sitting on her bed. She fearfully reached over and opened it, pulling out a single sheet of paper and two pictures. The pictures were of her two daughters, the paper had instructions on it. She read it and despaired, but she saw hope in its claim that her ordeal would be over in four days--less if only... Tomorrow, it said, she was to expect more visitors, and she was to dress nicely for them. If she could exit by the front door after they entered the house, she could consider her husband's debt paid. If not, then, three days after the morrow, she was to put on a two piece bathing suit and lay by the pool all morning. At the end of that day, her husband's debt would be paid, and she could bring her daughters back home.

The next day she sat in her living room, well dressed as commanded, waiting for what was to come. She didn't have a real plan to make it to the front door, except to run straight through whoever came in, because she really didn't think she could make it, no matter what she did. She knew they wanted her to do so, so she would, if only to get it over with sooner.

She was shivering with nervousness as she waited, and started when she heard the front door open--surprised at how easy they came in with the door locked. She stood up as she heard their footsteps approaching, straightening her skirt just to be doing something with her hands. Confusion spread over her features as she saw three women enter the room, hard, well toned women in jeans and leather. "N...no" she stuttered, backing away as realization sunk in--two days ago she had been raped by men, today it was to be women. She turned and bolted for the pool area, climbing over the couch in her haste, only to trip and fall hard to the ground, where the three women jumped on her and began pummeling her.

She curled up into a ball as they bruised her slender body, before one of them grabbed her arms and pulled them painfully behind her back. Rough rope was pulled tightly around her wrists, followed by rope around her elbows, pulling her arms painfully together behind her back, making her arch forward. A knife glinted in her eyesight in front of a blinding smile and she closed her eyes, the sweat of terror covering her body. A ripping sound greeted her ears as she felt her blouse and bra being cut and pulled from her, to be followed by her skirt and panties, until she was laying nude, bound, before them.

"Ah!" she screamed as one of them gripped her hair and dragged her to her knees, saying, "Let's see how the cunt sucks pussy. You guys cool off." She watched in horror as one of her captors shed her pants with one hand, revealing lithe, muscular thighs with a lightly furred mound and a hard ass. She didn't say a word as the woman sat down on her couch, opened her legs, and dragged her by the hair, jamming her face into her crotch.

"Lick bitch," she commanded, jerking her hips into her face. She thought she was going to throw up as the strong odor of the woman's sex hit her, and she closed her eyes in disgust, pressed her lips together, and tried to pull her head away. She just couldn't do anything so disgusting.

"Come-on!" she heard as the woman slapped the back of her head and smeared her groin against her face. "Pathetic," she heard the woman mutter as she continued to refuse to debase herself by orally copulating this woman. "Utterly pathetic. You asked for it bitch. Come over here guys and give me a hand."

Without a word the two women lifted her onto the couch, dropping her onto her back with her head hanging over one of the arms. She found herself staring upside down at the first woman sliding a huge dildo up her legs until it fit snugly against her crotch; it must have been 9 inches long and very thick. Screams were ripped from her throat and blackness clouded her vision as a woman ripped out a handful of her pubic hair, causing her body to arch upwards in agony, her head held firm in the grip of another as the dildo was shoved into her mouth.

She began thrashing about in terror as the woman drove her hips forward, forcing the huge dildo down her throat, blocking her air passage while the other two women held her down, biting at her nipples and groin. The scent of the woman's cunt was flooded her senses as she breathed in deeply through her nose, her whole body trembling as it fell back onto the couch, the dildo in her throat pinning her down as the woman ground her hips into her face.

Jack watched in growing arousal as the women took Gregory's wife. Muffled screams came through the dildo whenever the woman at her crotch or breasts decided she needed a little tenderizing, pinching, biting, slapping, or punching her sexual organs without mercy, all the while her slender throat bulged with the dildo being ground against her face, her rapist standing enraptured, her hands to either side of her captive's head, a groove in the dildo riding against her own clit, sending flashes of pleasure through her body as she used the cunt beneath her.

The lack of oxygen was making her dizzy, her mind floating outside her body as the dildo began to pound in and out of her throat, fucking her like a man would, until female cum ran down her face and into her eyes and hair, blinding and suffocating her at the same time. She tried to scream, but her body, held down by the others, just shook along with the groin held firm against her face, cutting off her air. Just as she felt consciousness begin to slip away, the dildo was pulled from her throat, and warm air rushed back into her lungs, shocking her back into herself.

Her whole body was drenched and a faint nausea filled her. She felt weak, like a baby, and didn't, couldn't, resist as she was dragged by her hair to her feet, the pain a dull throbbing in her head. She didn't really register the 12 inch dildo they waved in front of her face before one of them slipped the strap on on. Warm lips met hers, and she was surprised by the passion in them, the warmth of the bodies pressed against hers from both behind and in front became comforting instead of suffocating as she felt a tongue press against her own, shivers of weakness sliding through her body as hands ran over her, holding her up while caressing her.

Her eyes shot open and a muffled grunt escaped her throat as she felt something prod her anus, and tears filled her eyes even as chills of pleasure shot down her spine as the woman's teeth clashed with hers, her lips warm and tingling. She grunted again and wailed slightly as she felt her ass stretch painfully, shooting a strange thrill of pleasure through her body as the fake cock slid up into her bowels, raising her up on her toes, her calves straining to lift her body away from the intrusion.

As the lips moved away from hers, she gasped at the fullness inside her, her breath coming in short gasps as her eyes locked on the sharp blue eyes of the woman facing her. Her eyes widened and she looked down, seeing the 12 inch monster pressed lightly against her labia, whispering "no" before hands gripped her inner thighs, lifting her from her feet and spreading her wide apart before dropping her onto the monster dildo.

"Ahhh!" she howled as she was split in two, a howl cut short as the dildo jarred against her womb, sending a shock up her spine. The pain was overwhelming, dragging screams from a throat she had thought screamed raw, until lips covered hers again, this time insistent, forceful, biting. Her body was jerked back and forth like a rag doll as the two women fucked her relentlessly, in and out, in and out, each thrust into her cunt jarring her entire body with its force. She was no longer standing, and no longer being held up, only the two dildos kept her from sliding to the floor between her two rapists. Animalistic grunts came from deep in her chest in rhythm to her fucking, and she could feel her rapists gasp and grunt and pant as they came, not stopping even then, enjoying they way they had impaled her slender body, the way it jerked and spasmed uncontrollably in their grip.

Again and again they drove into her until her head was spinning, sweat slick between their bodies, each of her rapist's passion rising as orgasms rippled through their bodies. The pain had receded to a background scream, leaving her feeling impaled and stretched beyond imagination. Lips and teeth at her neck and lips and face sent shivers through her body, and each thump of the dildo against her womb lit sparks of sensation screaming to her mind. She didn't realize she was coming until she heard her own voice howling and moaning as wave after wave of almost unbearable pleasure rocked through her slender frame, and still they wouldn't stop, feral grins twisting their faces as they drove her higher and higher into orgasm.

Sparks started to cloud her vision, and she felt warm fluid gush down her thighs. Her body was beyond her control, a spasming mass of muscle and sinew bucking uncontrollably on the end on the two fake, fat cocks, drowning her mind in pleasure. Her eyes open she couldn't see anything as she rocketed into ecstasy, her legs flopping once, another gush flooding from her cunt, before she went limp. The women fucked her a few more times before finishing their orgasms, dropping her like a limp doll to lay in her own cum while they staggered across to the couch.

Jack laughed aloud and nearly clapped his hands together as he watched. He didn't have anyone servicing him because he wanted to save it for later--he tended to handle negotiations best when he was hard as a rock--but now he almost wished he had had someone. She was perfect, and it took all his willpower to keep himself from calling in one of his girls to take care of his raging hard-on. He only watched for another hour, but the tape ran three hours longer, while they tied her onto her back on the kitchen table, her legs and arms and head hanging over the side, before they brought her to. She didn't have as much spunk as before, but they still managed to drag scream after scream and orgasm after orgasm from her tortured body, using everything in the kitchen from ice-cubes to the hand beater. She didn't even resist when they insisted she lick them to orgasm, being to overwhelmed to care. They untied her and made her crawl around on her hands and knees, making her service them with her mouth and fingers while they lazed around her place, thinking up more devious tortures.

The highlight, Jack thought as he watched the tape, was at the very end, before they left, they took her almost comatose form, limp from exhaustion, and, while two each held an ankle on either side of her head, the third drove a fist up into her cunt, bringing her to screaming, thrashing life. By then her whole body was covered in dried girl come, her hair soaked, her pubic hair matted, her body showing bruises and marks where the women had injured her. It was obscene, the way the hand disappeared into her cunt, the arm pushing in halfway to the elbow before stopping with a thud which shook her whole body. For long minutes the woman fisted her, finally bringing her head down and gripping her clit between her teeth, biting down hard and pulling, stretching the tender abused bud from her body while twisting her fist deep inside her. She howled as she came one final time and blacked out.

She came to twenty hours later, still laying on the soft carpet of her living room. Her whole body ached and when she remembered her orgasms she started sobbing, curling up into a little ball. It was all so unfair, so terrible, that they could do this to her. She didn't know who she was anymore: she had wanted for so long to be able to orgasm, to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh with her husband, but these people made it all so ugly, so humiliating, so hurtful. They used her body's pleasure to lord it over her, to laugh at her, and she sobbed the harder, knowing that it wasn't over, knowing that two days later she would face it all over again, knowing that deep down she didn't know if she wanted it to end.

She barely ate the following two days, laying in bed most of the time and taking long showers. The pain in her body, the bruises aching and turning an ugly purple/black, were as nothing compared to the torment of her mind, which replayed the two rapes she had suffered over and over. More humiliating, she found herself growing aroused as she thought on them, her hands almost unconsciously straying down to her still sore sex, her fingernails digging into the tender flesh, mimicking the remembered pain of her rapes as she masturbated to orgasm. Each time, though, she felt dirty, worthless, and would cry at what she had become, a nearly nymphomaniac pain-slut.

So it was with both apprehension and a shameful longing that she applied a light coat of makeup to her face, enhancing her gorgeous Asian features, slipped into a bikini, and laid down in a lawn chair by the pool, sun glasses shading her eyes. Bruises still showed on her lean, muscular legs, on her svelte torso, and on parts of her arms. The marks on her smallish breasts were covered by a bikini top which made the most of her breasts, and her round, firm ass was nicely displayed by the bottoms she had chosen to wear.

She saw the camera man first, walking slowly from some distance away, camera pointing at her. She turned slowly and stretched out on her stomach, as much to hide herself from what was coming as to display her ass to the camera. She reached back and undid the strap holding her top on, feeling both dread and anticipation in the pit of her stomach. She wanted this as much as she wanted to avoid it.

Jack watched as the twenty men hopped into the yard, criminals, most of them, some black, a few Mexicans, but mostly white. Their eyes had all locked on their prize, a fine piece of Asian flesh made available for their sadistic pleasure, as they fanned out. When she heard them she turned and sat up on her elbows, fear rocking through her--so many, so many of them--fear and a thrilling buzz in her cunt--they were all going to fuck her.

Her sun glasses were knocked off as the first two grabbed her and dragged her to her feet, the surprise and shock evidence on her face, along with something else. "Nice piece," one said, and another laughed, pulling her hands away from her breasts, grinning at the blush of shame that reddened her entire body. "Gonna have us a good time," she heard another of them yell to a chorus of agreement as one of the men who had grabbed her pulled her against his body and bent his head to kiss her hard on the mouth. She gasped into his mouth as his hands dug brutally into her ass cheeks, fingers driving into the firm flesh as if he wanted to rip it apart. Another man tore her away and pulled her to him, dragging her head back forcefully by her hair so he could his tongue roughly across her neck, one hand slipping into her bikini briefs, gripping hard against her flesh.

She was passed from man to man, staggering as they pushed or pulled her between them, each groping her body with their hands and their mouths. Dazedly, she saw some reach into a cooler and pull out beers, but then another man was sucking on her lips, his hands dragging her leg up so that his fingers could jab at her sex. For nearly a half hour she was tossed back and forth, growing more and more disoriented, tension building in the air as the men groped her and drank, until she was grabbed by her shoulders by one of the men, stopping her dizzying travel.

"Uhg" she grunted as the man backhanded her across the face, making her stagger into another man, who punched her hard in her flat stomach, making her bend at the waist and slowly stagger to her hands and knees. Immediately men were all around her, and her bikini briefs were pulled roughly down her legs, skinning her knees and hands on the hard concrete near the pool. Cocks were out and she was brutally grabbed by the hair and one was shoved into her mouth, its musky scent and taste making her shudder as the man immediately began humping into her face.

Hands gripped her narrow hips and another cock slid easily into her slick cunt, and she shuddered at that too, feeling a small orgasm rippled through her body as the men began using her for their pleasure. It wasn't long before the cock in her mouth slipped down her throat, and she was well and truly impaled from both ends, the men fucking her savagely, jerking her body back and forth like an old rag-doll, her dainty form looking small and used between them.

This fucking went on for four hours, one man replacing another until her ass and pussy ran with come and her throat was raw, come covering her face and hair and dripping down off her chin to pool near her hands, torn and red from the concrete. Her knees bled, tingeing the come pooling around them a faint pink, her ass and thighs covered with even more come. All twenty of the men took her, drinking all the while, enjoying her body twice, some three times, keeping her in a constant state of sexual arousal, orgasms washing over her almost continuously, her mind a dull haze of motion and sensation as they used her again and again.

Finally satiated, they let her loose, lounging now, drinking and laughing, as she slid slowly onto her stomach, barely conscious as the come from twenty men pressed against her body, welling up to the sides of her as she collapsed. They left her like that for a few minutes, until two men approached her and kicked her, unresisting, over onto her back, her legs spread obscenely, her cunt a swollen red, her pubes coated flat with come and come covering her entire body from head to toe.

"She needs a little cleaning up, don't you think, boys?" one of the men who had rolled her over said, laughing as he gripped his penis and pointed it at her. A stream of piss splattered against her breasts, joined by a second, and laughter echoed around the pool. She mewled slightly at the acrid odor of it, weakly kicking her legs as she lifted her hands to her face to ward off the stream. Someone grabbed her hands and stood on them, the dull pain in them waking her a little from her stupor as more and more of the men began urinating on her body, "washing" it with their piss. She twisted her head away and clenched her eyes shut as it splattered against her face and mouth, soaking her hair in its foul smell. She could taste it through her lips and teeth and nearly gagged.

It was all over within ten minutes: twenty men had relieved their bowels over her body, leaving her lying in a huge pool of piss and come. Humiliation burned her olive cheeks to a deep red, and she struggled to stand, swaying drunkenly from exhaustion and use. "Uhg, I don't like my cunts filthy," a man said and grabbed her by her arm and swung her into the pool, the shock bringing herself almost fully back to herself. Her whole body was sore and weak, her cunt and ass throbbing in pain, her throat so raw she could barely make a sound, cum burbling up from her esophagus.

She tread water for a moment before making her way over to the side of the pool, noticing that some of the men were leaving. One pulled her out of the pool and laid her on her back, pushing her legs to either side of her head, the concrete digging into her spine as he drove his cock into her abused pussy. She moaned in pain and growing desire as he leisurely fucked her, taking his time. When he finally came she was practically writhing with lust and pain, her previous usage making her cunt flesh overly tender. A second man took his place, and three more after him, each one driving her higher toward the peak of sensation, yet none giving her enough to push her over. They left after they had finished, walking away without a word, leaving her lying there, writhing in unfulfilled lust. Her hands strayed down to her cunt, not caring if there were still three men watching her, not caring what they saw or thought, she just need to come. Her fingernails dug into the abused flesh there and she howled as pain ripped through her. Harder she pressed into her clit, feeling herself so close, black shadows passing before her vision.

She screamed in frustration as her hands were violently ripped from her sex. Her legs were pulled into the air until her body was resting on her shoulders, her hands still held by a man who hunched over her, grinning meanly down at her.

"Fucking cunt" one of the men spat out, stomping his boot into her exposed sex, watching as her whole body arched, a scream ripping her throat as come juice splattered out of her cunt, her orgasm rocking her slender body as the bone-jarring pain sent her over the top, her eyes going blind as she was overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations; "hasn't" again the stomp, again the bone-jarring pain sending her higher into orgasm until she forgot even to breath; "had" stomp, mashing her tender flesh, tearing at her abused clit--she was skyrocketing out of control, her whole body shaking as if in convulsions, the back of her head banging against the concrete, her slender Japanese body almost tearing itself from the grips of her rapists; "enough!" a final stomp, and she screamed, her Asian eyes wide, staring blindly as stars exploded in her vision, her whole body still, taut, then shook by massive contractions which sent come splattering in huge bursts against the boot still grinding into her sex. On and on it seemed to go until finally her mind shut down and her body went limp.

The three men just stood there for a moment, grinning, before fucking her unconscious body. They left her laying there after they were done, only the camera man was left, and the camera lingered over her used, abused form for several minutes before he put it down and carried her into her home.

She woke up two days later, her head spinning from dehydration, and staggered over to relieve herself. Her body was one throbbing pain, while her cunt and ass felt like they had been torn apart. She tried to speak but it came out in a hoarse croak, even after she gulped down water from the faucet. Finished, she gently walked back to the bed, noticing that the cameras still hadn't been removed from the bedroom, although they had been removed from the bath. She closed her eyes, feeling her nude body with her fingertips, testing how much they had damaged her. Bruises and bites and scrapes seemed to cover every part of her form, causing her to suck in her breath in pain as she felt each one. She could barely touch her groin, which thank goodness had been cleaned up before she had been put in bed, it was so sore. She traced around the swollen, raw labia with her finders, remembering the past week and what she had gone through.

How must it have looked, she thought to herself, running her fingers around her pussy like she was picking at a scab, knowing she shouldn't but unable to stop. Images of what they had done to her, of how she must have looked, of what they made her do, flashed across her mind, and her fingers began to push against her clit, the pain exciting her as she mashed the little bid hard against her pelvic bone. A soft yip escaped her throat as she rolled her finger until her nail was digging into her clit, the pain making her dizzy, her juices pouring from her cunt. She teased herself, rubbing and then jabbing and rubbing some more, her mind picturing what was done to her the last week, how she was used for the pleasure of others, raped and hurt and forced into orgasm after orgasm. She was moaning now, her head thrashing from side to side, gripping her clit between two fingers, squeezing, mauling, digging her fingers into the flesh; her body arched as she dragged her fingernails along her clit, pulling it from her body as if to tear it off, thinking insanely that it would serve her right, slut that she was, as she burst into orgasm, her body flopping once, twice, three times as she wet her sheets.

Jack had only watched the beginning and the ending of the gang rape; it was mostly boring and repetitious anyway, and could barely believe what he saw. The cunt was wild, absolutely wild. She was beginning to obsess him--a hard task for a woman when he had as many beauties as he wanted on call. He wanted her, and her demonstration in her bedroom simply increased his desire. He couldn't believe she had been a cold fish under Gregory. He wanted to wait, though, wait until she had her children back, wait until her life was a little bit more normal--he had given his word, after all--before he decided whether or not he would take her.

Gregory could not believe it was his wife he was watching. He now had three tapes, and they had had to replace the Korean girl with a chocolate skinned girl because he had beat her so badly after watching the first tape. He was still a "royal" prisoner, with everything he wanted except freedom, and, apparently, his wife--his cold fish wife who couldn't get off if her life depended on it, coming her brains out on hour after hour of tape. It was too much. He had gone from guilt to despair to a barely suppressed rage. Each time he took one of the women provided for him he tried to hurt them, not like he had the Korean girl--he had been warned about that. He wanted them to suffer like he was suffering seeing his wife get off with all those other men when she had made him feel inadequate all those years. He had forgotten it was his fault what had happened, forgotten it was his own stupidity which put him in this predicament. So it was with a burning desire for revenge against his beautiful Japanese wife, so slender and demure, that he listened to a proposition from Jack two weeks later.

Gregory's wife couldn't think straight. All she could think about was rape and pain and beating and the intensity of orgasms which shook her body. She masturbated four to six time a day imaging what had happened, and that wasn't even enough. She didn't know what she had become. It took a week before she felt well enough to call her children back to her home, hoping that they would turn her mind away from her obsession with her own sexual pleasure, but it only seemed to get worse. She couldn't help but imagine disgusting things about her older daughter, Amy, so young, so beautiful, so ripe. At 15, she was in the full bloom of female adolescence, her figure turning to soft curves and her face becoming womanly in its beauty, but still fresh and virginal. She took after her father more than her mother, her features light, her eyes just slightly showing her Asian blood, her body smooth and slender and mouth watering. Her mother would imagine her daughter in her place for that week, taking even more men and women, having them beat her harder, hurt her, make her scream. Even her younger daughter Jennifer began to play into her fantasies, the athletic 12 years old gymnast, so tiny, showing almost none of her white blood, her legs striated with muscles, her body almost prepubescent, with small budding breasts and beautiful round, firm, ass cheeks.

After coming to thoughts of her daughters brutally raped and disfigured she would curl up on her mattress and sob. What had she become? What had her husband done to her? She couldn't stand it--both rage at herself, her husband, and her lust fought together in her mind constantly--she had to do something. It was thus which drove her to a meeting with Jack.

Jack was more than amazed when Gregory's wife asked for a meeting with him, but decided to amuse himself. He had already decided to take her, and had already arranged the place and time. He was still debating on whether or not to take her daughters. He arranged to meet her at one of his restaurants.

Sitting across from Jack, she screwed up her courage. "I need to ask you a favor," she started.

Jack spoke into the pause, "Yes?"

"I don't want to see my husband ever again." There, she had said it.

He let the silence stretch, mulling it over. He had planned to send Gregory back to his daughters, since he was planning on taking their mother away to serve as his personal fuck toy. This was beginning to get interesting.

"Why should I do that?" he asked, wondering where she was headed.

Her body began shaking ever so slightly, knowing that she could never change this decision. "Look what he has done to me. You saw--you made it happen," she blushed furiously, her skin turning a beautiful shade of dark red. "I'm no good to anyone except as a...as a..." she nearly choked on the word "...a whore. And that's what I'll be for you if you'll just keep my husband away from me and take care of my daughters," she finished quickly, not daring to look him in the eyes.

Jack stared at her, wondering if things could be more perfect. He decided to see. "And what do you mean 'take care of your daughters'?"

"Let them stay with you, see to their education, make sure they live like they have become accustomed to living," she said, raising her eyes to his.

Looking into her eyes he thought God, she wants me to rape them. She actually wants me to abuse her daughters. He had no doubt that's what she meant, the way she looked at him, with shame blushing across her face.

"Very well," he answered, and proceeded to lay out the terms of the deal A week later she found herself hanging spread-eagled in a brightly lit basement, cameras practically covering the walls. She had been pulled out of her new sleeping spot--at the foot of Jack's bed, naked, with her hands bound behind her and a collar affixed to the bedpost with a chain--by two women, who washed her, inserted a large penis gag and strapped it around her head, and took her downstairs to be bound. She thanked God that her daughter's hadn't seen, the thought exciting her even more than she already was. Once bound, they had inserted an IV into the back of her wrist, explaining to her that it was a stimulant, meant to keep her conscious; they both smiled when they said that, and she quailed inside. She had no idea what they were going to do to her, but looking around the room she knew it was going to be deliciously painful.

Jack, his leather mask in place, entered with Gregory, also wearing a mask, at his side. He had cut a deal with Gregory--a chance to torture his wife in exchange for her and his daughters, as well as his agreement to work for him in certain ways in Japan, out of the way. Gregory had agreed, so he was here, like Jack, staring at his wife, her gorgeously trim body stretched spread eagled in the air, her Asian eyes bright with a touch of fear and and anticipation, a slight sheen of sweat covering her body from the heat of the lights.

Silently they approached her, Gregory behind and Jack in front, and began running their hands over her bound body. Jack felt her shiver, staring at him with those luminous eyes filled with lust. He took her breast into his mouth, sucking hard, tasting the sweet flavor of her sweat while Gregory pulled one of the more nasty lashes from the wall, a lash which would break the skin if applied hard enough. Jack bit down hard on her nipple, driving his fingers into her damp box, cruelly twisting it around as she screamed, the lash biting hard across her shoulders.

Pain exploded again and again across her shoulders and back as the masked man, only his mouth visible beneath the mask, continued to nash at her breasts, his fingers working at her cunt furiously. Screams came muffled through her gag as the lash fell across her firm ass cheeks, then hitting the back of her thighs. It worked its way back up to her lower back, leaving bright red marks across her body.

Jack stepped back from the woman, watching the pain etch itself across her face from the lashing. He made a small hand sign to Gregory, who smiled and sent the lash screaming between her legs to land with a sickening splat right against her cunt, making her whole body tense and a scream of pure agony bubble through her gag. Again Gregory did it, and her eyes snapped wide and juice spurted from her cunt, her whole body shivering in the throws of orgasm. Jack stepped forward and punched her right in the pelvis, making her eyelids flutter in agony as yet another orgasm washed through her slender Asian body.

Gregory walked around to the front of her and began to knee her in the groin, angered by her orgasm, not realizing each thud of his knee into her cunt sent her higher and higher into shuddering pleasure. He stopped when Jack grabbed him, and they watched as she slowly came down from her orgasm, small mewling sounds escaping her throat as her body went limp, only the stimulants being pumped into her blood keeping her conscious.

A pool of cunt juice lay on the concrete floor, matching the slick juices coating her inner thighs, glistening in the bright lights. Positioning himself behind her, Jack ran his fingernails along her lashed back, blood oozing through several cracks in her skin, making her tense up again, ready for another round.

Oh god, she thought as she felt the nails run agonizingly across her back, oh god they were going to kill her. She had spent what seemed forever coming, pure sensation thrumming through her beaten body, and she was still conscious, still available for more torture, for them to, she shivered, squeeze even more orgasms from her. She grunted, shaking her head no as she watched the man in front of her light a cigarette, knowing what he was going to do. She felt her ass stretched painfully as the masked man behind her shoved his cock into her ass, but all her attention was for the man in front of her, with the glowing cigarette tip which was coming closer and closer to her defenseless body.

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