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Contains adult themes, consensual sex.  Read at your own risk.

Comments and suggestions welcome.  Flames cheerfully ignored.

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Note:

This is another written for a special lady.  Per her instructions, I
tried to give it "less talk, more sex."  And yes, she *does* own that
tape and have that fantasy.

I don't think this is the best-written story I've ever done.  The sex is
as raw as I could make it.  Despite the care taken in the story, this is
still extremely high risk behavior; don't take it as a safe sex how-to
guide.

All these flaws notwithstanding, it also hit me the hardest of any story
I have written.  I hope you like it.

Javahead

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                         "Stretching the Limits"
				  by
			       Javahead

"Pick a movie," I said.

"I ... don't really care," Allie said.  Her face was turned away,
but I heard hesitation in her voice.

"You mean _all_ these videos turn you on?  There's not _one_ that
excites you more than the rest?  Come _on_!"

I stopped abruptly.  I had got a  glimpse  of  her  face  in  the
mirror,  and she was actually blushing.  Instead of continuing, I
gave her a reassuring hug.

"Honey?  X-rated videos are _supposed_ to turn you  on  -  that's
the  whole  point.   Now  isn't there at least _one_ movie in our
collection that turns you on?  That makes you feel all  hot,  and
wet,  and empty?"  By the end, my voice had sunk to a low murmur.
I could feel her shiver;  when I ran an experimental thumb across
her breast, I could feel the nipple had grown hard and erect.

"Hmmph!"  She shrugged off my arms and crossed to the  drawer  of
tapes,  unhesitatingly pulling one out and handing it to me.  Her
expression dared me to make a joke.

When I looked at the tape she had chosen, I had no desire to make
a  joke,  but I _was_ a little surprised; it was not a typical X-
rated film, but instead a rather  odd  Taiwanese  import  that  a
friend  had  given  us.  It  had sex all right, but it also had a
rather complicated plotline about competing gangsters. Even  with
all  the sex, I had found it hard to follow, since all the dialog
was in Chinese with English subtitles. Perhaps it made more sense
if you spoke Chinese - at least Allie could follow the plot.

"Not at all what I expected," I thought, "but if it turns her  on
...  Just  hope that she doesn't want to watch the whole thing as
foreplay."

She didn't.  As I started my shower, I heard the sound of the VCR
in  fast  forward.   When  I returned to the bedroom, I found her
waiting impatiently, all bare golden skin and  long  black  hair.
We  spent (not wasted!) a moment in a long, slow, kiss before she
started the tape.

She had cued a scene in the middle of the movie.   An  attractive
woman  was walking in a park, using a white cane to feel her way.
I vaguely recalled that she was one of the  main  actresses,  the
girlfriend  of  minor gangster.  Another memory sprang loose - he
had stolen the weekly take of a rival gang, headed by his  former
mistress.  She had sworn revenge, and now -

Allie gave an involuntary gasp; I had remembered correctly -  she
had  sworn  revenge,  and  sent her men to take it.  As the blind
woman passed a half-sunken tool shed, five men  stepped  out  and
surrounded her.

What followed was predictable. The girl  didn't  know  they  were
there  till  one  stepped  in  and  took  her cane.  She may have
actually been blind - her eyes didn't track her  attackers,  even
when two more stepped in and took her arms, ignoring her hopeless
struggles as they dragged her down a ramp and into the building.

The interior walls were unfinished, a tangle of joists and pipes.
Despite  tools and building materials stored at one end, the room
was empty, hanger like.  Her captors stood her against a wall and
tied  her  outflung wrists to an improvised cross, slightly above
her shoulder level.  She half-stood, half-hung  from  her  spread
arms when her captors stood back and began to question her.

Where was the money?  Where was her boyfriend hiding?  Didn't she
know what would happen if she didn't talk?  All she could respond
to any of them was a whimpered, hopeless, "no, no, no ..."

The gang leader questioning her grew angry - he barked  an  order
and his men ripped off her outer clothing.  The girl's cries grew
louder and even more hopeless. (Beside me, I could  hear  Allie's
breathing  speed  up.   I threw an arm around her and cuddled her
spoon-fashion as the tape proceeded.)

The girl hung limply from her  wrists,  clad  in  a  plain  white
cotton  bra  and  pair  of  panties.   The  gang  leader  slowly,
caressingly, ran his hands  over  her  body.   One  hand  resting
lightly on the thin band of cloth between her breasts, he shouted
a question. (Where is your boyfriend?  flashed the subtitle). She
wailed and tossed her head wildly in reply. With an evil grin, he
tore her bra apart, letting her breasts tumble free.

She had nice breasts, actually - medium sized, soft looking,  and
rather  pale,  capped  with  broad,  dark-pink  nipples.   As the
hoodlum on the screen began to roughly  paw  and  knead  them,  I
could feel Allie's own nipples come erect under my cupping hand.

Allie's eyes never left the screen as the chief  hood  undressed,
revealing an unimpressive build and a curved, surprisingly thick,
erection.  His leer never wavered as he tore her panties  roughly
from  her  body.   Another  shouted  command had two of the thugs
forcing her ankles further apart.   A whine burst from her throat
as he triumphantly forced his cock into her.

After a few strokes, he tired of the upright position.   His  men
cut  her  down, and half-led, half-carried her to an old gym mat.
Allie began to tremble uncontrollably as the hood's henchmen held
their victim spread eagled on the mat and their boss slowly raped
her.  When he came, and rolled off, the camera zoomed in  on  her
gaping cunt.  A trickle of white sperm ran from it.

As the next thug moved to take his place, Allie rolled  onto  her
back,  arms  outflung  and eyes still glued to the screen.  "Take
me! Now!" was all she could manage.  My attention left the screen
as I moved to do so.

As she seemed to want, I grabbed her wrists  and  used  my  body-
weight  to  hold  her  in place.  Her cunt was already wet enough
that my entry buried my cock to the hilt.  As I began to  thrust,
hard  and  fast  like  the man on the screen, she began a frantic
bucking underneath me.  Before I had even found  my  rhythm,  she
screamed  in  orgasm,  though her thrusting hardly faltered.  Her
second orgasm took me over the edge with her, leaving me  drained
and  empty.   Amazingly,  her  hand moved to her cunt as I pulled
out.  I followed Allie's gaze back to the screen.

Her face twisted in hopeless resignation, the  girl  crouched  on
hands  and  knees  as  one  of  the  men  fucked her doggy-style.
Perhaps involuntarily, her hips were  thrusting  feebly  back  to
meet  him.  When he finished and pulled out, she fell over on her
side.  The men walked out, chattering happily, while  the  camera
panned  over  her  naked  body,  sweaty,  limp,  and  with  sperm
dribbling from her gasping mouth  and  much-used  cunt.   As  the
scene faded out, I could hear Allie moan with her third orgasm.

I stopped the tape and held her till the trembling stopped.  Like
the  girl  on  screen, she was sweaty, limp, and nearly comatose.
It was several minutes before she managed a weak smile.

"You weren't kidding when you said that one turned you  on.   Can
you  tell  me  why?  Was it the bondage?  The rape scene? Or just
all those guys on one girl?"

I wasn't sure that she would answer; she turned her head away and
waited  a  long  minute  more, while her blush started and spread
downward, before replying.

"I don't know - no, it's too embarrassing ...   The  being  tied,
the  men,  even  the rape, a little ...  You know, a nice Chinese
girl isn't supposed to like sex so much.   But  she's  tied,  and
helpless,  and all those men will _take_ her, and _use_ her, fuck
her _again_, and _again_, and _again_ ...  And all she can do  is
what they _want_ and ..."  Her voice died away.  By now, her face
was blazing.

"You think I'm perverted now, don't you?  Just a slut."

"Dearest Slut.  I must be perverted, too.  Love you."

Her reply was muffled against my chest.  We fell asleep that way.

***

Over the next few months, I  noticed  a  pattern.   Though  Allie
enjoyed any tape we bought or rented, she responded most strongly
to bondage or group sex.

A set of arm and leg restraints soon found their way into our toy
box;  she  loved them.  Of the rental tapes, though, her favorite
was a gang-bang  where  a  pretty  young  woman  (with  a  slight
resemblance to Allie) enthusiastically wore out a half dozen men.
Still, the 'rape tape' was one she returned  to  repeatedly.   It
got  to  be  a  joke with us - if I saw that it had been moved, I
would change the batteries in her vibrator.

I asked her about it one night. "Allie?  I know  _why_  you  like
that  tape - but you keep going back to it so much.  Is it just a
hot turn-on or do you really fantasize about _doing_ it?"

She though about it a while.  "I couldn't.  I'd feel guilty.  I'd
worry  about  losing  you.  I'd worry about getting some horrible
disease.  I'd - oh, why go on.  It's just not practical."

"You said 'not practical' and 'couldn't', not 'wouldn't' - if you
didn't have those worries, _would_ you?"

"I don't ...  Yes! I _told_ you I feel like a  slut!   Satisfied?
What would you do if you found me like that?"

I laughed.  "Take you again, woman.  On your back!"

***

I did some thinking of my own over the next few days.  If  I  was
honest  with  myself,  I  had  to  admit that the idea excited me
nearly as much as it did Allie.

I looked inside myself for the place that jealousy should be - my
wife,  being  fucked senseless by a gang of men while I watched -
and found nothing but excitement.   The thought of  _losing_  her
made me jealous, I was relieved to find, but I seemed to lack the
usual quota of sexual jealousy.

Guilt was easily dismissed - if we _both_ wanted it, and  no  one
was hurt, why feel guilty?

Of Allie's 'not practical', only fear of  disease  remained,  and
that risk could be minimized.

Did I really want to?  I remembered Allies face as she  described
how it turned her on.  I saw the scene from the movie again - but
this time it was  Allie  tied  naked  to  the  wall;  Allie  held
helpless while man after man used her body; Allie collapsing into
a tired huddle on the floor as sweat and  sperm  puddled  beneath
her.  I found I had a raging erection.

***

The preparations  took  less  work  than  I  had  expected.   Any
misgivings  I  might  have  had  were dispelled by Allie herself.
Relieved about having her fantasy out in the open, she brought it
up herself repeatedly; once, she had me tie her down and take her
while she ran the tape.  When the  day  finally  arrived,  I  was
nervous but had no real fears.

"Allie?  Do you trust me?"  She gave me a puzzled  look.   Before
she  could  speak,  I  continued.   "I  told  you I had something
special planned. Do you trust me enough to do what  I  tell  you,
even  if  it  seems  bizarre?  Do  you believe that I would never
willingly hurt you?"

No instant response here  -  she  thought  for  a  moment  before
nodding.  "Does  this  have something to do with my surprise?"  I
nodded back. "I'll do what you say then - for tonight, at least."

I laughed at her qualifier, but  forced  my  voice  to  be  stern
before  I spoke. "Good.  I want you to take off your clothes, and
change into these."

She examined them - loose  white  linen  pantaloons  and  blouse,
plain  white  cotton  underwear,  and  sandals  -  shrugged,  and
changed.

"Good!  Now close your eyes."  She pulled back a moment when  she
felt  me  tape  a  cotton  ball  in  place  over  each, but stood
carefully still as I buckled the eyeless mask on place  over  the
top.   Until  someone  unbuckled her, she was blind and helpless.
With  the  upper  half  of  her  face  covered,  she   was   also
unrecognizable.  She  followed obediently when I took her arm and
led her to the car, only stumbling slightly once.

There was a slight tremor in her voice when she asked where I was
taking her.

"Be patient, Allie.  Just a little longer  now.   Remember,  just
say  -  mmm, 'Safeword' - and I'll stop what we're doing."  There
was probably a tremor in my voice, too.

I was relieved to see the cars waiting outside the isolated cabin
I had rented.  I helped her from the car and led her inside.

When I let go of her arm, she stood helpless in the middle of the
stark  living room.  Though there were six other men present, and
she could hear them rustling, no one spoke or approached her.

The man nearest me handed me a stack of papers.  I read  each  of
them  carefully;  they  were  examination  certificates  from the
doctor we had agreed on.  Stripped of  all  the  medical  jargon,
they  certified  that  all  of the men had been examined and were
free from any detectable communicable disease.

"Allie, do you remember your escape phrase?"

"Of course - 'Safeword' - but not  now!".   Her  voice  was  both
frightened and excited.

After a pause, I nodded.  Immediately, two  of  the  waiting  men
stepped forward and took Allie's arms.

"Who are you?  What are you doing?  No!"  Her struggles  were  as
feeble  as  the girl in her tape; the men had no difficulty tying
her securely to the sturdy cross standing against the rear  wall.
By  this  time,  I  had  started  my waiting video camera and was
watching her through the viewfinder.

The designated leader waited for her frantic struggles  to  quiet
before  speaking.  "It  doesn't  matter who we are.  What we plan
_do_  with  you  is  whatever  we  please.   Are  you  going   to
cooperate?"

He smiled as her convulsive attempt to  break  free  failed.   "I
thought  not.   We'll change that."  He raised his voice slightly
"Men?"

Despite  her  frantic  kicks,  her  sandals  were   removed   and
discarded.   Her  blouse  and  pantaloons  tore  easily.   Almost
immediately, she  was  stripped  to  her  white  cotton  bra  and
panties.   Her  chest  heaving,  she stood helplessly waiting for
what came next.

The leader smiled again as he grasped the  slender  band  at  the
front  of  her  bra.  Harshly, he asked "For the last time - will
you cooperate?"

Almost before her wailed "No!" had finished, he  had  ripped  the
bra  from  her  body.   There  was  a collective sigh as her dark
nipples, already erect, came into  view.   The  leader  took  his
time,  pinching,  twisting,  and suckling, before he stepped back
and  drew  his  shirt  over  his  head.   She  began  to  whimper
helplessly as two other men began kneading her breasts.

The leader was soon naked - an average man with an average cock -
not  that  Allie  could  see  that.   Before she could resume her
frantic kicks, the men at her sides knelt and  held  her  ankles.
Instead, she allowed herself to hang limply from her bound wrists
as the leader ripped apart the seams of her cotton panties.

Even through my growing excitement, I grinned.  Sometime  in  the
last day she had shaved her pussy, leaving only a dime-sized tuft
that concealed nothing at the top of her slit.   Now  she  stood,
totally  naked,  bound, blindfolded, and helpless, in a room full
of men.

My grin faded and  my  mouth  went  dry  as  the  leader  stepped
forward.  Despite all our talk, and all our thought, this was the
moment of truth.  If one of us didn't stop things _now_, we'd  be
past  the  point  of stopping.  I zoomed the camera in on Allie's
pussy; even through the viewfinder I could see her cunt lips were
swollen  and  wet.   I  forced  myself  to  remain  silent  as he
carefully positioned his cock at the entrance of my wife's  cunt.
With one triumphant thrust, he buried it inside her.

Slowly, surely, establishing his control, he  gave  several  more
strokes  before withdrawing; the position was too cramped for any
serious sex. When she was cut loose from the  cross,  she  sagged
helplessly between two supporters as they led her to the mat that
was the room's only  other  furnishing.   She  began  to  whimper
quietly  as  they  held  her spread and helpless; when he climbed
atop and resumed her "rape", her whimpers came in rhythm with his
thrusts.   Even  held this tightly, I could see her hips tilt and
try to rock in response.

Before she could reach her own peak, though, he stiffened, gave a
last thrust, and came.  After a moment, he withdrew.  I zoomed in
again. Thanks to her shaving, it was easy to  see  her  half-open
cunt and the white drops oozing from it.

That was the last pre-scripted moment.  At my nod,  the  rest  of
the men began to pull off their clothes.

The next two hours were just a blur.  While their waiting friends
held  her  down,  man  after  man took his place, cock after cock
forced its way into Allie's cunt.  Though  her  whimpering  never
quite ceased, her hips continued their willing thrusting.  Only a
few moments stood out from the rest.

When the third man forced her onto her hands and knees  and  took
her  from  behind,  her  whimpers became wails.  Those wails were
soon muffled then the fourth man  impatiently  stuffed  his  cock
into  her  mouth.   Though Allie normally dislikes giving head, I
could see her cheeks hollow with the intensity of her effort.

I hadn't paid any attention to the races  of  the  men  involved;
just  by  chance, we had ended up with four whites, an asian, and
one black guy.  Stereotypes aside, none of the  group  had  cocks
much bigger or smaller than average.

He might not have been above average size, but I felt  my  breath
speed up when the lone black took his first turn at Allie's cunt.
The contrasting colors - ebony, golden,  and  the  white  of  the
sperm  forced  from her sopping hole - were almost overwhelmingly
erotic.  When I saw his hips tense, and heard his moan, I  nearly
came  myself.   Almost  as  soon as he was finished another eager
cock slid in to replace his.

I couldn't resist any longer and retain my  sanity;  locking  the
camera on its tripod, I removed my own clothes.

When I joined the  huddle, the last of the men had  just  flipped
her  onto  her face again.  As soon as she had, shakily, risen to
her knees he forced  his  cock  into  her.   Though  he  was  the
thickest  of  them  all,  her  well-lubricated pussy accepted him
easily.  Her swollen nipples bounced enticingly as  he  began  to
fuck.

I was in no mood to wait - kneeling before her, I buried my  hand
in  her  long  hair  and  forced  her  head back.  When her mouth
opened, I stuffed my aching cock inside it.

Allie has never cared much for giving head, and isn't really very
good  at  it.   Now, though she still lacked technique, it didn't
matter.  She had  no  skills,  no  finesse  -  just  an  apparent
determination to empty me by suction alone.  Though I did my best
to hold back, she succeeded. Amazingly, she attempted to  swallow
my  load;  as I withdrew, only a trickle ran out of the corner of
her mouth.  Trembling, I resumed my post behind the camera.

Now that every man had taken her at least once, the action slowed
somewhat,  but  she  always had at least one cock in her mouth or
cunt; though her body tensed with orgasm from time to  time,  she
never  slowed  more  than  momentarily  before resuming her near-
mechanical thrusting.  Every one of the men had her at least once
more,  some  more than that.  Finally, when none were ready to go
again immediately, I called a halt.   The  men  dressed  in  near
silence and filed out, leaving me with Allie.

She didn't seem to realize at first what had happened.   She  lay
sprawled on the floor, legs and arms outflung as the last man had
left her, her hips  still  weakly  thrusting  in  time  with  her
whimpers.   Gradually,  her body relaxed, till she seemed as limp
as a child's discarded rag doll.  I ran the camera down her  body
a final time before moving to remove her blindfold.

She was a mess.  Sperm oozed from her much-used cunt and  ran  to
pool beneath her, shockingly white against her golden skin, while
a smaller stream ran from the corner of  her  mouth.  Her  entire
body  was covered with sweat, and her long black hair was stringy
with it.  The lips of her smooth-shaven cunt were  red-brown  and
puffy,   bruised-looking;   her  nipples  were  dark  and  almost
impossibly swollen.  Allie's body  reeked  of  lust,  sweat,  and
sperm.

Allie barely moved as I removed the  blindfold  and  untaped  the
cotton  balls;  it  was  several  moments  before  she  seemed to
recognize me.  Finally, she managed to roll her  head  enough  to
see that the room was empty.

I had to strain to hear her question.  "Where?"

"All gone, Allie.  It's just you and me."

Her voice grew slightly stronger.  "What are you going to do with
me now?"

In answer, I buried my cock in  her  overworked  cunt.   After  a
moment,  I felt her hips resume their practiced motion.  Pounding
through my head was the knowledge that before  this,  I  was  the
only  man she had ever fucked; now, I was just the seventh of the
night.  I was intensely aware of the load  of  sperm  inside  her
sloshing  around  my cock as I thrust; if not for the lubrication
it provided,  I might have come at once.  As it was, I  was  able
to  hold  back  long  enough  to  feel her tense in orgasm before
pumping one more load deep into her well-used pussy.

By the time I had recovered enough to dress, she was sound asleep
on  the  floor  beside me.  She didn't even stir as I wrapped her
naked form in a blanket and carried her gently to the car.

Home, I carried her to the bedroom unwrapped her on the bed.   If
anything, she looked even more disheveled than before; the trails
of sperm on her body had dried to powdery white blotches.

Though I had felt exhausted just a moment before, I felt my  cock
swelling  again.   I don't think she even woke as I rode her to a
third, shattering, climax.  Somehow, I found the  energy  to  get
towels  and  clean us both off before I collapsed into bed beside
her.

***

The next morning, I was up and about long before Allie.  She only
opened  her  eyes  when  I  brought  in  a  breakfast  tray.  She
stretched, somewhat stiffly,  looking  around  is  if  reassuring
herself that she was really home.

"What _was_ that?  All those men - how did you -"

I cut off her questions with an upraised finger  before  pointing
to  the  tray.  Beside her plate was a handful of polaroid photos
and  the  medical  reports.   She  carefully  read  each  report.
Equally carefully, she examined each picture.  She shook her head
incredulously as she put the last one down.

"You thought of everything. I would never have _dared_ do this if
you  had  asked me, but that was the single most incredible night
of my life."  She  shook  her  head  again.   "I'll  remember  it
always.  I just wish I could have seen it."

Her eyes widened when I started the VCR.  Now  Allie  has  a  new
favorite tape.