Disclaimer: this is a work of fantasy and should be treated as such. Real rape is a heinous crime that deserves to be punished to the full extend of the law. If you do not recognize the difference between reality and fantasy, you also lack the maturity to read this story.
The Lakeside Cabin
Charlie looked out of window over an amazing scenery, the sun was just coming over the horizon and was turning the calm water of the lake into a shining mirror of light. The effect was rather spectacular. He was glad, that he had overcome his initial hesitation, when his wife had told him about this place. The prospectus had claimed, a scenic cabin between lake and forest, all the essential comforts yet entirely away from the stress and hassle of the daily world. He had laughed and told her that was advertising talk for a ramshackle cabin, likely with an outhouse, Coleman lantern and just mesh for windows.
She had pointed at the substantial price and asked him how they could justify that for what he just had described. “Well that’s just it, people pay big money for glamour camping or glamping as it is called, to rough it a bit. I’m not enough of a sucker to fall for this.” So of course she had gone ahead and booked it for a long fourth of July weekend.
He had been wrong on all accounts. The cabin proved to be a modern building with huge glass windows overlooking the lake. A small but excellent kitchen and bathroom. No cell phone reception or internet, but that was fine with them. They had been told their closest neighbor in any direction was 2 miles away, Charlie had joked to his wife “So you can wear your skimpy bikini”
“What makes you think I would need any?” was her reply that left him grinning like a school boy discovering boobs.
It had turned out that neither of them needed any kind of bathing suit, as they ran the 40 yards from the porch over the wooden pier and jumped into the cool water of the lake. Leading to a considerable amount of frolicking and necking, that they then took to the comfortable bed, overlooking the lake. They had fallen asleep utterly exhausted.
He turned his face to the bed. The morning sun was kissing Emma’s face. She looked so good, so innocent when sleeping her chestnut hair framing the oval face, in a big mass of tangles. The sheets were all drown up to her chin, not so much hiding her naked body, than clinging loosely to her curves. Charlie’s body never failed to react seeing his wife, or admittedly only thinking of her. His mind contemplated if waking her with a nice facial, could be leading to a nice All-American morning fuck. What better way was there to celebrate the fourth of July.
But Emma had a strained relationship to cum on her face, Charlie thought she looked fantastic that way. And she allowed it occasionally as a treat for him. She once had joked that he ever came on her face without her permission she would cut his balls of and feed them to him. He was 99.99% sure it had been a joke.
Feeling this to be too much uncertainty, he just slid underneath the sheets, and kissed her awake. Finding her indeed quite responsive to help him out with his erection. They kept snuggling for a while until Charlie got up asking.
“Let’s have some coffee.”
“I’d kill for a cup” Emma replied as he knew she would. She was a serious caffeine addict, not feeling up to face the world before a decent cup of Joe.
“Any cream?” He asked
She raised an eyebrow before answering playfully “I think I have all the cream I want right now.”
the sun was getting low on the horizon, as Charlie flipped open the cover of the grill and inhaling the delicious scent of the big steak sizzling on the grill. Testing for doneness with his tongs.
“Steak is almost done” he called out “Now would be a good time to bring the corn.”
“Here they come” Charlie saw his wife pushing the door to the deck open with her butt and turning while holding a plate with 4 shucked ears of corn. She had donned for the afternoon what she called her Hillbilly outfit. The kind of tight high cut denim shorts, commonly known as Daisy Dukes, hugged her ass so closely he wondered if she wore anything underneath. A light blue and yellow checkered blouse tied underneath her chest leaving her midriff exposed, and here he knew she wore nothing underneath. To complete the look she had tied her hair into pigtails.
She placed the plate on the table, as Charlie remembered the steak and placed it on a plate and covered it with aluminum foil, to let it rest. They had chosen a massive porterhouse steak, with the filet for Emma and the T-bone for him.
“Now I must say that does smell mighty fine” a deep basso voice said behind them.
Charlie and Emma pivoted around and looked at the source of that voice, not expecting any visitors. They immediately spotted three people, two men and a woman all a bit rough looking, dressed in mixtures of denim and leather. They stood on the porch, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. The first man was a middle aged man with receding red hair, a goatee and sunglasses. And while very solidly built, he was dwarfed by the man next to him, certainly over 6 ft tall and a chest like a beer barrel. His black hair was collected in a ponytail reaching his shoulders.
The woman seemed to fit perfectly into this group. She wasn’t tall, but her naked arms were sinewy and strong. She wore her blonde hair in a kind of spiky crew cut. There was a smile on her face, but neither Emma not Charlie felt in any way reassured by it.
Charlie hastily looked around and spotted 3 motorcycles standing a couple of hundred yards away.
“Sorry, you startled us a bit we didn’t hear you.”
“Nothing to apologize for” the man in the middle said, his voice having a distinctive Jersey Shore accent, not the man who had spoken before. “We kind of let the hogs roll for a little bit before stopping.”
“Ah” Charlie said as if that was explaining anything. “I’m Charles Buchannon and this is my wife Emma, we have rented this cabin for the long weekend.”
“Mighty pleased to make your acquaintance, that’s a very nice looking piece of meat you have there.” he made a gesture that went in the general direction of plate with the steak he was holding, yet Charlie had the impression the man was looking straight at Emma “My name is Rick, these are Sarah and John.”
Charlie noted the lack of last names, he put the steak on the table before addressing Rick. “Is there anything you need help with? As you see we are about to eat.”
“You see we have been scouting for a nice place to put down our camp for celebrating 4th of July, and Sarah here had suggested this lake for us. Would you mind?”
“In fact I would, we have rented the whole place and were hoping for peace and privacy. It’s in the contract.”
“He sounds like a lawyer” the deep voiced man stated.
“Well I am.” Charlie exclaimed
“Mr Buchannon, there is so much common land here, I’m sure we can get our camp set up without infringing on your privacy.”
“Uhm actually” Emma said “that’s not the case, the property that we have rented is encompassing the 3 acre of ground around the cabin as well.”
“Did you hear that Johnny” this coming from the woman “she said encompassing, I’ll give you a blow job for a nickel if she isn’t a shyster too.”
“I have no nickel, and you don’t give BJ. But she is a screwed up lawyer for sure.”
Emma got red in the face, she took her partnership at Dowe, Cheatam & Howe to serious to be made fun of.
“I think it’s time for you to leave now” Charlie said.
“And if we don’t Counselor?” Rick asked with some honest curiosity written all over his face.
“I’ll call the police.” Charlie puffed up his chest.
“That would be a neat trick, cell reception is nonexistent, and that shack doesn’t have a landline.”
“In that case I will have to take things in my own hands.”
“I’m sure it’s not for the first time” Sarah chuckled
Emma saw Charlie deflating a bit at this, before raising his chin in defiance. Her husband was working out in the gym, 5 evening out of seven, showing some fine muscles whenever he took is shirt of. He was also taking classes in a cool new martial art, called Sinanju. She had seen him practicing the smooth flowing movements, the fast blows and swirling high kicks. Charlie was now balancing with his feet shoulder width apart, fist balled at waist level.
“I must ask you one last time to leave this property, or to face the consequences.”
The answer was as short as it could be “No”. John motioned to his companions to move a bit back.
“You have been warned” Charlie moved into a ready stance.
“Yes Counselor, now what” Rick stood entirely still his arms hanging loosely at his side.
“Ki-Yah” Charlie yelled and allowed his collected Chi to flow to his fist, just like his sensei had showed him as he aimed for Rick’s jaw. It was a perfectly executed strike, his posture clean and his off hand extended backwards with the pinky pointing upwards for balance. The only flaw was Rick’s jaw was no longer where it was supposed to be.
The man had at the last moment, closed the distance and Charlie felt the immense pain as a fist struck him just above the stomach, causing him to double over. His face racing downwards to meet Ricks raising knee. He stumbled backwards and lost consciousness. So he never heard the man’s words
“Idiot! You never strike for bones. You’ll only break your fingers.”
Emma screamed “Charlie!” and raced towards the prone form of her husband.
Just as she reached him she heard “John, get her”
The big man reached down to her and grabbed her by the wrists, pulling her back to her feet each massive hand encircling her wrists like a vise.
“ Sarah you got the tape?”
“Sure do”
“Well, secure our host before he comes back to his senses.”
Emma watched as the blonde woman reached down to her husband, and taking his wrists and pulled them up towards the railing of the porch. placing them around a supporting wooden pillar, and wrapping them liberally with multiple rounds of duct tape. The old fashioned kind with the silver finish. She then moved on this ankles, and just as he began to stir, she applied the first loop. Adding quickly some more, that as he began to struggle against his bonds, there was nothing he could any longer do about it.
“Now this is better, we wouldn’t want that he is hurting himself playing the hero.” Rick stated without any recognizable malice. While stepping closer to the struggling Emma.
“I’m sorry you had to see this Emma, your name was Emma I do remember that correctly”
She nodded defiantly but kept silent. Something none of her friends would ever have believed her being capable of in the face of a challenge.
“Ain’t she a gracious hostess folks. Let’s have a better look at dear Emma.”
He placed his hands in front off him index fingers extended and touching side by side, and then moving them apart. This must have been a prearranged signal. Emma felt her wrists pulled to the sides moving them from roughly her chest level to slightly above shoulder level. And they kept on going until her arms where fully extended and she had to get onto the tips of her toes to remain in contact with the ground.
“What the hell do you want?” she blurted out
“Having a good look at you, just as I said.” he reached out to the knot holding her blouse tied together. It was in easy reach, as the position she was held pushed her chest outwards.
“Get your hands off me.”
“Let’s do this the democratic way, who here wants to see her tits?”
Charlie moaned from his position on the ground “No” and Emma shouted “Leave me alone”
“I count that as no, I vote yes”
“I wouldn’t mind seeing those puppies” John growled
“Get them already out.” Sarah said “Also for the record, lover boy here is a liar. He sure wants to see her tits out, but he doesn’t want you to ogle them Rick”
“The people have spoken, the ayes have it” Rick deftly undid the knot, despite Emma’s struggle. Letting the garment fall open, he whistled appreciatively as the creamy white mounds with big pink nipples suddenly were exposed.
He grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it. “Well would you believe it those tits actually feel real. Whats the size 38 D?”
“Go fuck yourself.” Emma spat
"No Darling, that’s not going to happen. You also owe me an answer. With a wide swing he slapped his hand across her right breast. Emma screamed in pain.
He waited for three seconds before his hand came down again this time hitting her left breast with a meaty smack. Followed by a backhand to the right after the same interval.
Just as he raised his hand again she spoke in a small voice “C”
Rick raised his eye brow “What?”
“36C” Emma said defeated “Please stop hurting me.”
“I only do that when you are not cooperating”
“Rick I love to cooperate, but my arms are getting tired” John complained.
“But it’s such a lovely view. Sarah be a dear and check the cabin for a broomstick.” Rick spoke quietly.
“Well don’t do anything, that I wouldn’t while I’m gone” Sarah replied.
“There are things you wouldn’t do, now that is news” Rick replied mockingly.
She flipped him the finger and vanished in the cabin, to return after a minute with a broom. Handing it to Rick. Who took it at the end and whirled it around and brought it with a fast move down on the railing, right above where Charlie lay. The handle splintered and the head fell off. leaving him with 5 feet of wooden staff.
“Put her on the table, face down.”
Emma was rapidly pushed onto the table they had intended to eat their dinner from. Her face pressing against the smooth wood, her breast squashed flat. Somebody was grabbing her by the neck holding her down. Releasing her right wrist shortly to allow yanking the blouse sleeve free of it, before repeating the process on her left.
“Fix her wrists and elbows to it.” she heard Rick say before feeling the broomstick being placed over her shoulders. Sarah began wrapping duct tape around her outstretched wrist and the broomstick. Repeating the process with her elbow and on the other side. Leaving her in a crucified position, hands and elbows fixed to the makeshift yoke. Any chance of protecting her modesty gone. She was pulled back to her feet, finding Sarah in front of her.
“Let’s see what you have in those cute pants” and began to unbutton them and drawing down the zipper.
“Now isn’t that sexy red underwear” Sarah exclaimed as the now open shorts revealed the front of a fire engine red thong. “I’m sure the boys would like to see it as well. Shake that ass, until those shorts come off.”
Emma did nothing. Staring at Sarah daring her to do her worst, and she did. Reaching up she grabbed the flesh of Emma’s left breast and squeezed digging her nails into the supple flesh, until the woman began screaming in anguish
“You fucking bitch better not fuck with me, or I mess you up real good. Now shake that ass like the bitch you are. I’ll let go the moment those shorts hit the ground” Sarah’s voice was full of venom.
Yet Emma had no choice began wriggling her hips, squirming her legs, jumping up and down, until after an eternity the denim shorts began to slide downwards. she kept moving her legs until she had worked them down all the way. She sighed with relief as Sarah let go of her breast, leaving angry red marks in it.
“You see you could do it. Now kick them over the railing, you don’t need them any more.”
Balancing on one foot Emma did as she had been told.
“Now get rid of that thong. I want to hold it in my hand in the next 60 seconds or you will look back longingly to my tenderness with your tits.”
“But I can’t reach it, with my hands tied like this.” Emma protested
“Be creative, 54 seconds” was the only reply
Emma shook her hips jumped around but to no avail. When Sarah spoke about 30 seconds. She began humping the corner of the table, dragging her abdomen over it until the wood caught an opening in the cloth and slid the dainty cloth down her knees until it was lying puddled at at her feet.
Sarah held out her open hand counting “5….4…3…”
In a supreme effort of balance, Emma grabbed the thong with her toe and lifted them with her whole leg to Sarah’s hand. The cool air caressing her between her thighs driving home how much of her sex she was displaying in this position.
Sarah took the thong putting it close to her nose and spoke. “Not just a bitch, but a bitch in heat.”
“Leave her alone came the protest from Charlie on the ground.”
Sarah got up, grabbing an ear of corn and held it in front of Charlie’s mouth.
“I’m growing tired of you little boy. Nobody want’s to hear from you. Open up.”
In true form Charlie clamped his mouth shut.
“Shall I step on your dick until I open up.” Sarah hissed.
“Give it a rest Sarah. The man doesn’t like his corn unbuttered, I can respect that.” Rick said “Emma, put your right foot on the chair.”
“Why”
“Have your tits cooled down enough for another round of slaps?” was all Rick replied, enjoying how the blood rushed into her face, coloring her cheeks red. Yet she complied. The position she found herself in was utterly undignified, forcing the folds of her sex apart and showing the pink inner flesh.
Sarah approached her with a wicked grin. The corn cob still in her hand. “Let’s butter this up for dear hubby.”
And without a moments hesitation she began forcing the cob inside the other woman’s pussy. Emma completely unprepared for this assault soon felt stretched beyond belief. Every kernel passing her entrance felt intensely. Sarah began moving the cob in and out, not with disregard for her discomfort as Sarah was clearly out to cause as much pain as she possibly could. After another eternity she pulled the cob out, and held it out under Emma’s nose.
“You think this has now enough of your stinking cunt on it? Or does it need more time.”
Not wanting to experience this again, Emma hastily nodded.
“Say it.” Sarah insisted
“Yes it smells like my pussy.” Emma replied in a small voice. followed by a shriek of pain. The other woman had grabbed her by the labia and twisted them.
“Answer the question as I asked it.” she smiled sweetly
Emma finally understood and between to howls of pain screamed “yes it smells like my stinking cunt.” At which Sarah let go of her moving back to Charlie.
“Open up.”
Charlie still silently refused. Sarah smiled again her sweetest smile and spoke loudly.
“Oh I get it, it’s not that taste you want. Let me get another one flavored in Emma’s ass.”
There was an intense silence into which a voice bellowed “Oh for fucks sake, open that bloody mouth.” There was desperation in Emma’s voice. She had understood what Sarah had threatened and knew she needed to speak up.
Reluctantly Charlie opened his mouth and was rewarded with the cob being rammed down his throat. Or at least that’s what it felt to the gagging and coughing Charlie in truth there was still 2 inches sticking outside his mouth as Sarah sealed the deal with some strips of duct tape.
Rick was looking at the table and grabbed the plate with the steak. Cutting into the filet and tasted the juicy red meat.
“Charlie, I must admit you grill an excellent steak. John why don’t you entertain the misses while I have some of this.”
“Sounds great Rick” the deep voice of John replied.
They placed Emma on her back onto the table, her head coming to rest right next to Rick’s plate. She struggled but couldn’t much do as John grabbed her legs and forced them wide apart.
“Please no, please don’t do this.” She pleaded
Rick grabbed more corn, holding it in front of her face. “You want to flavor it first? If not open up”
She parted her lips and found her mouth filled like her husbands.
Emma couldn’t see what was happening between her legs, but she felt the warm head of John’s cock pressing against her sex. Sliding forward, and stretching her again, what was happening her pussy just had been abused by an ear of corn, yet his cock was even bigger in girth?
She screamed and struggled as he painfully stretched her sex, and still had’t fully inserted himself. Emma was no great expert but she recognized when balls were slapping against her ass. And that moment had’t arrived yet. She dug her teeth deeper and deeper into the corn to combat the pain in her abdomen, at what she felt must be an arm was penetrating her. Hitting her cervix painfully, and then the relief of balls against cheeks. there were tears streaming down her face, but at least he wouldn’t invade her any deeper.
John began to fuck her in slow steady motions, all pain just due to his size. Sarah was leaning down to Charlie “Have a good look, her cunt will never be the same once little John is done with her.”
Emma was close to passing out as she suddenly felt her womb being filled with John’s hot sperm, reminding her that she had stopped taking the pill a month ago, as she and Charlie were trying to become pregnant. John withdrew and there was a liberating emptiness inside her, she felt that her sex was still gaping open like a wound, dripping cum. Something textured and cold was dragged over her pussy. Sarah took the ear of corn out of her mouth and replaced it with another. A strong tangy salty taste sticking to it. Emma gagged as she recognized it as the cum that had been leaking from her pussy.
Still dazed from that experience she was confused when she was pulled to her feet to be flipped onto her stomach. Rick stepping behind her lowering his pants. Sarah sitting down on the deck next to Charlie speaking nonchalantly.
“This is going something to be seen. A good butt fuck is a life changing experience. I remember my first one. He took a lot of time, stretching me, using tons of lube and inching his way in. It was still one of the most painful memories in my life. Just look like Rick is pulling her cheeks apart, did you fuck her in the ass before?”
“Well it doesn’t matter, look at her face. You can see when they rip those eyes open like that, that the head is just past the sphincter. Stupid bitches like your wife will now clench up instead of relaxing and allowing it to happen. You can see how she is struggling and fighting it.”
Rick was leaning further over Emma pushing ahead, while Sarah continued her commentary.
“This is were normally a lot of screaming is going to happen, every inch Rick moves forward will feel to her as if somebody was pushing a burning torch up her ass. Thank good for that gag, I really don’t like that screaming, it kills my calm.”
“Once Rick bottoms out, she’ll likely start crying, there see the tears streaking her face? And this is where the real fun starts. The actual fucking, I’ll bet her asshole is really clenching his shaft, pulling out of her body as he draws back and slides along his cock as he slams back into her.”
Charlie heard somebody releasing a firework rocket over the lake, then another.
“There look into her eyes, you can tell when he is shooting his load into her.”
And Charlie looked deep into Emma’s pleading eyes seeing a little bit dying inside her as Rick came accompanied to fireworks.
In an act of willful humiliation Rick withdrew his cock and wiped it clean with Emma’s hair. But she didn’t realize it she lay as a wasted shell on the table.
Sarah said “This won’t do. I want my cunt eaten by her before the others come.”
Charlie looked at her in bewilderment “Oh we are just the vanguard. The rest of the club will be here shortly, all 25 of them. But don’t worry we are rather liberal, not all of the men will want to have fun with your wife. Some are as gay as it gets, so you will get some action as well. After all it’s a long weekend.”
the End.
