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I did not write this story! I'm just a wman who gets enjoys reading
and collecting rape stories. So I hope others will post similar
stories!


				 M+/F, WIFE, NC

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This story contains adult language and explicit sexual situations and
is NOT intended for minors.  If you are a minor or offended by
material of a sexual nature, do not continue reading this.

If you are an adult, and you do like sexually explicit stories...
Enjoy!

				Roadside Service (Short version) by
Rick

      I thought I knew my beautiful, demure wife, but when our
three-year-old Cadillac broke down on our vacation, miles from
nowhere, and all hell broke loose, I discovered that I really didn't
know her that well at all.

      Even after six months of marriage, I still couldn't believe that
a girl as good looking and sweet as Paulita could really love a
studious, plain looking computer nerd like me, but she did. She was
attractive by any standards. Even with her glasses on, her hair in a
bandanna, and no makeup, I thought she was totally gorgeous. She was
almost as tall as my six-one, with rich, dark brown hair, big, green
eyes, and a slender but fantastic figure.

      Our love life was pretty good. She was almost too modest
sometimes though, and she had trouble really letting go during sex,
but she was very affectionate. I took it real easy with her, and after
a couple of months, she relaxed and it got much better. I was no super
stud and not real experienced myself, but it seemed we were learning
together. I'd even been thinking about oral and anal sex with her if
she was willing. What the heck, we were in love and anything was okay
between us if we both wanted it, right?

      We got married in March, but it was into August before I could
get away and we could take a real honeymoon. The Caddie had been
acting balky for a couple of days before we left, but I didn't want to
delay things so I mentally crossed my fingers as we left Phoenix early
that morning. Everything hummed along great until we got several miles
out on Interstate-Eight. The car started heating up and I knew we'd
never make it up the San Diego mountains so I pulled into a roadside
service station, the only one for miles - in fact the only building in
sight.

      The long-haired kid in the greasy, blue overalls looked at the
engine and said, "Yer water pump's shot." and I had the feeling we
were about to get ripped off. I didn't know just how badly until
later.

      He called in for the part, and thirty minutes later, a battered
pickup truck pulled up in front of the garage in a whirl of desert
dust and two young men got out.

      They were rawboned, country boys, dressed alike in snug, faded
jeans, western shirts and wide belts with large, ornate buckles. The
husky one with the cowlick of thick, black hair across his forehead,
wasn't too subtle about the way he looked at my wife.

      Paulita had on a light, flower print summer dress with just
string straps, leaving her shoulders bare, no hose, no slip, sandals
and a perky little bow holding her pony tail. She looked about
sixteen, instead of her twenty-five, and when she walked in front of
the sunlight, you could see the outline of her great legs through the
thin material.

      The husky young man stretched out lazily on the weathered bench
by the door and kept watching her while he sipped from a can of beer.
I wanted to say something about it but he really hadn't done anything
out of line so I put up with it. I noticed that his buddy, a wiry boy
with close cropped, reddish hair, kept eyeing my wife too, pursing his
lips in silent whistles as Paulita stood by. Looking back on it now,
it was as if tiny warning bells were sounding in my brain and I
ignored them.

      After a couple hours, the mechanic called me back into the shop,
ran a printout from their small computer system on the bench and
showed me the bill.  It was nearly a hundred dollars over what he'd
told me earlier.

      "That's too much," I said. "I don't mind paying an exorbitant
price, because we're stuck out here in the desert, but that's just
robbery. I want to talk to the owner."

      "I'm the owner," the mechanic said in a surly tone, "and these
are my partners."

      The reddish haired guy was standing close enough to touch me,
looking over my shoulder as the mechanic went over the printout again.
I started to ask him to move back when I saw the heavy revolver in his
hand, the muzzle barely touching the cloth of my shirt.

      "Now ya-all just relax," he said easily. "I'm sure we can work
this out.  If you don't wanna pay up, we can make some other kinda
deal."

      I looked past him to see the taller, dark haired one pushing
Paulita ahead of him. I moved away from the man beside me, starting
toward her, but the barrel of the gun followed me, pressing harder,
urging me back. I couldn't help noticing how steady his hand was and
how relaxed he seemed. Outrage gave way to a cold, sick feeling and I
was suddenly unable to catch a deep breath. Paulita was pale and wide
eyed and then I saw the flicket knife lightly pressing her side.

      "Okay,' he said to the others, "we're closed. Phone's off the
hook too." He moved away just long enough to roll the overhead doors
down.

      "Just take it real easy," he said as he strolled over to us, "If
you don't fuss a whole bunch, we can get our business done here and
you can be on your way."

      The mechanic took my wallet, the redhaired one got Paulita's
purse and rifled through it, while the taller one pushed both of us
back into a small storage room off the shop. As we stood against the
cinder block wall, the one I called "Cowlilck," for lack of a name,
shoved his hands into his back pockets and said,

      "Okay, here's the deal. We're just gonna take enough for the
parts and forget the labor if the lady here's willing to work it off."
He laughed. "We might even give you credit if she's good enough."

      "Just a minute," I said, glad that my voice was steady, "Take
the money, but you'd better think about what you're doing here. If you
add - I couldn't say the word 'rape.' - anything else to the crime, it
goes a lot worse for you.  I'll sign a complaint to it as well."

      "What the hell do you think this is, mister, a fuckin' tea
party?" He shook his head in exasperation and took my wife by her
hand. "You understand what we're about here now, don't you? You're
gonna put out for us real nice, right?"

      She jerked her hand away. "No, damnit!" she gasped indignantly.

      "You son of a bitch!" I hissed at him, starting forward, almost
forgetting about the pistol until Mechanic cocked it and thrust it
into my face

       Paulita gave a thin cry of fright and backed away.

      "Oh come on now, Honey," Cowlick said to her, "don't be all
uptight. Like I said, if you're real good about it, you both can leave
okay."

      "Look's like he's got a shitty attitude about it though,"
Mechanic said, "so I guess we'll have to tie him down."

      Then the waking nightmare began. One of them found a length of
rope, tied my wrists together behind me, then snugged the free end of
the rope to a metal crossbeam on the wall behind me. That way, while I
could move around a little, I could go only so far.

      Once I was tethered, Redhead and Mechanic lounged against the
near wall while Cowlick led my protesting wife to the blanket draped
cot against the far wall, pulled her down beside him and talked to
her. His tone was smooth and friendly as if he were simply discussing
road conditions or the weather.

      "Since we're all agreed," he told her in sickeningly intimate
tone, "there's no reason we can't be friendly about it, right? Now
don't you go worrying about your husband there either. He'd be wrong
to blame you for it, because you have to do what I say and you don't
have a whole lot of choice, right?. So why don't you just go ahead and
get undressed?"

      I expected her to fight, or at least scream, but moving stiffly,
she took her sandals off, stood and began to strip while he sat
watching her. She kept looking at him, not protesting or fighting him,
as she took off her glasses, unzipped her dress, took it off and then
reached behind to unhook her brassiere and drop it on the concrete
floor. She sat again rolled her underpants down and dropped them next
to her bra. I saw that the nipples of her breasts were puckered
tightly and that her face was flushed as she sat, just staring
straight ahead.

      "Hot damn!" Mechanic said thickly.

      I didn't want to look, but I couldn't help it. It was like
watching a snake, coiled just inches away. It's evil and ugly, but you
don't dare take your eyes off of it. No matter how many times I tried
to erase the images from my mind afterward, each tiny detail of the
next few hours was burned into my mind like an Eprom.

      Cowlick stripped down to his shorts and socks and sat closer to
her, putting his arm around her. He had an athletic build, with thick
hair on his chest and belly.

      "You got a beautiful body," he smiled at her. "I 'spect you're
kinda nervous right now though, but there's no need. Heck, we did our
job, now you do yours. So you just lie back and relax and we'll get to
know each other a little better, okay?

      She sat woodenly for a moment, then just pushed herself back to
stretch out on the cot. When he pulled off his shorts, grinning at
her, his half-erect penis looked much larger than average. As boldly
and easily as if he'd known her all his life, he sat and ran one hand
up the inside of Paulita's leg. She shuddered.

      I gave a shout of anger then, lunging forward to the end of the
rope.  Cowlick pointed at me, Mechanic came over to me, produced a
roll of duct tape and quickly slapped a length of it over my mouth.

      "Damnit now," he said, not really perturbed, "there ain't a darn
thing you can do about it anyway, so jus' shut up."

      Cowlick turned his attention to Paulita again. He kept stroking
her leg and talking to her in that easy way, then after a minute or
so, she lifted one knee a little bit and let her legs open more. He
grinned even wider and cupped his hand over her pubic mount. It looked
as if he was working his finger in her and she stiffened a little,
closing her eyes. He kept fingering her and after a while, she sighed.

      "Well there," he said amicably, "I do believe you're getting a
little horny now."

      Then I realized exactly what he was doing: He was not only going
to rape her, he was trying to make her cooperate and even enjoy it. I
was sick with shame and rage. He got up onto the cot and knelt between
her legs, his penis now completely erect. Continuing to play his sick
game, he didn't lie down on her immediately but knelt there, showing
his hardon with sly patience until she opened her eyes and stared
nervously at the thick length and the swollen, reddish head that was
about to be thrust into her.

      "Well, hell, it ain't gonna bite you, Baby" he chuckled. He took
her hand, put it on his cock and held it there. "It's okay. Get
acquainted with it some."

      She looked embarrassed and miserable but she still grasped that
rigid, wicked looking thing when he took his hand away. She could
hardly get her fingers around it. "Go on," he prompted and she
hesitantly stroked it. "You can do it better than that," he chided.

      Wetting her palm with her tongue she grasped it again and took
longer strokes.

      "That's the way," Cowlick said in a soft, purring tone, "get it
nice a hard for us."

       A minute later, he said, "I'm about ready, how 'bout you?" She
stopped stroking him and then nodded. "Okay, here we go, Honey. Put it
where it belongs and let's enjoy ourselves."

      He slowly lowered onto her. She cocked her knees back as she
guided his erection to her, only flinching a little as he slowly
pushed into her. He seemed to take an awfully long time, riding her
with long, slow strokes. She lay stiff under him but before he was
done, I heard her breath coming in little grunts as he rocked away at
her. At one point, she drew her knees up higher and rested her heels
on his butt. Her face was flushed and she was was holding him tightly
by the waist, moving with him as he screwed her.

      "Come... on... Baby," he urged. "Let it out!"

      Just as he came, she expelled a long "ahhhh-uh!' and lifted up
to him. I was sick with shock and rage, angry at her as much at her as
him. How could she respond to him that way?

      Redhead was next, then Mechanic. I squeezed my eyes shut,
hearing the cot squeaking and then Redhead's harsh grunt of
completion. Minutes later, Redhead, standing behind me now, slapped
the back of my head.

      "Hey, wake up," he said. "Ain't you even interested seeing your
wife gettin' it?"

      I watched again as the nightmare went on. Absently, I realized
that outside of some porno films when I was in college, I'd never
actually seen anyone else having sex.

      Mechanic had pulled her on top of him, holding her thighs while
she guided his smaller erection to the already wetted portal of her
sex. He held her arms to steady her as she squirmed down onto him and
in a moment, she was riding him, moving up and down on him. She was
breathing quickly, sweating, the cot protesting again as she strained
over him. He slipped out once but she stuffed him back inside and went
on. When he gasped, 'yeah!' and bucked up at her, she leaned down on
him and moved a little faster, her breath whistling through her
clenched teeth and her belly making a soft slapping noise against his.
When he was done with her and had climbed off, Paulita rolled onto her
side, facing me, breathing deeply, her eyes unfocused. There were wet
streaks on her lower belly.

      I didn't realize I'd been pulling against the rope until I felt
a stinging in my wrists and looked behind me to see that I was
bleeding. I heard a tiny whirring sound and I looked over my shoulder
to see Redhead holding a camera.

      He saw me watching and grinned at me. "Just so as we won't
forget any of it, I'm taking a few pictures. O' course no one gets to
see 'em but us. That is unless you raise some trouble about it. Then
these get put all over town, and mailed to all the addresses in the
little book we found in her purse. I think I even got her folks
address too. I'll mail you some copies for your scrapbook.  But I'll
keep the negatives."

      "We're gonna take a little break now," Cowlick said to Paulita,
"but you keep it nice and warm for us." To me, he said, "You want a
beer? No? Okay then, we'll be back after a bit."

      Paulita sat up, hugging herself. I assumed she'd help me get
loose or at least pull the tape off, but she just sat there, looking
at me, subdued, waiting for those three thugs to return. She'd been
raped, and would likely be raped again, but she wouldn't move to help
us get out of there. I began working at the ropes, causing me more
pain, but they wouldn't give.

      "I can't," she finally said in a small voice, not looking at me.
"There's three of them and they have a gun. We have to do what they
say."

      I struggled in gagged rage again but nothing gave. Then, too
soon, they were back. In a blur of rage and pain, phasing in and out
of consciousness, I watched them rape my wife again.

      Mechanic wanted another turn with her, but he wasn't completely
hard.  "Get it up," he rasped at her.

      Without being told, Paulita dropped to her knees in front of him
and took his penis in her hand, bringing it to her mouth. She licked
her lips and then suckled him, her head moving back and forth with a
slow, steady movement until he came fully erect. Then she stopped,
holding it in her hand as if waiting for instructions.

      "Go on and finish it," Mechanic said, "and do it real nice." She
did.

      She choked a little when his hips began jerking, and pulled her
head away, but when he ordered her to keep on, and to swallow it, she
put him in her mouth again and kept on until he came. She leaned back
at the last second however and the ejaculate splattered over her nose
and chin.

      "Shit!" Mechanic snarled as Paulita quickly wiped her face. "I
guess she don't like the taste of it."

      "Most women got to be trained to like it," Cowlick told him. "I
want another turn with her, but I need a beer first."

      He left and returned a moment later, a can of beer in each hand.
He handed one to Paulita as she sat on the cot. "Here you go, Sweet
Thing. I figured you might be a little thirsty."

      "After all that hard work," Redhead added with a snicker.

      To my disgust, she accepted the beer and began to drink from the
can. As far as I knew, she didn't even like beer. When she had
finished it, she handed the can to Cowlick who tossed it into a
corner.

      "Well okay now," Cowlick said, "since we're all bright-eyed and
bush-tailed again, let's figure a way to pay off the next - What do ya
call it?
- installment." He gazed thoughtfully at Paulita. "Your name's Paulita
  isn't it? Well, Paulita, you ever taken it up the ass?"

      She shook her head quickly. "No! I can't do that."

      "Aw, come on now, Honey," Cowlick said soothingly, sitting down
next to her and taking her hands. "There's gotta be a first time.
You're gonna like it, once it gets going, believe me."

      "No," she protested, trying to pull away.

      Mechanic and Redhead stepped over quickly and the three of them
forced her to kneel, facing the cot. Redhead sat in front of her,
pulling her up by her by the arms so that she was stretched out over
his knees as Mechanic knelt down to wrap an arm around her waist,
pinning her. Paulita really struggled against them for the first time
now, but it didn't do any good.

      "Oh, now you just settle down, you hear," Cowlick said firmly,
kneeling down next to her, cupping her chin in his hand and turning
her head so she had to look at him. She squirmed and cried, pulling
against Redhead's grasp.

      "It only smarts right at first, then it gets good. I'll use lots
of goo to make it go easier. I tell you what: You let me know when it
hurts too much and I'll back off. But you got to know that, sooner or
later, you're gonna get it in you." She said something to him in a
very soft tone and he nodded.  "That's better. Okay, here we go."

      She was still for a time then, softly whimpering as Cowlick got
behind her and parted her butt cheeks to apply some vaseline from the
first aid kit to her anal cleft.

       The other two took a firmer grip as Cowlick hiked her hips up
higher and nudged her legs further apart. He stroked her exposed
flanks in anticipation before spreading her cheeks with one hand and
inserting a finger into her anus.  She tensed and gasped.

      "Hey, Baby," Mechanic chuckled, "that's nothin'. You're gonna
think you got a damn horse up your ass pretty quick."

      "No," she protested, trying to squirm away. "Please don't!"

      Redhead snapped, "I don't know why we're acting like she was a
real date or something. Just sock it to her and be done, damnit."

      "Shut the hell up," Cowlick growled at him. "She's working off
the labor on the car, so she's a customer, not one of your darned
whores." To Paulita, he said, "Oh, come on, now! Stop yer fussing and
relax! Just get set, Honey, an' we'll get it over with."

      "Ow! Oh, no!" Paulita screamed and tried to lean away as he set
the tip of his sizable manroot to her lubricated opening and pressed
forward a little.  "Oh, God, it hurts!"

      "There, there, Honey," Cowlick told her in a tone someone might
use to gentle a frightened horse. "I know it does. But we got to break
you in right, don't we?"

      "Ya got in 'er yet?" Redhead asked.

      "Just about," Cowlick affirmed. He pressed forward a bit more.
Paulita hissed, arching her neck up and going rigid in agony.

      "Okay now," Cowlick soothed, "we're almost there. I'm gonna give
one big old push and then it'll be in. You count to three, take
another deep breath, and then the hard part's all done. Ready?"

      Paulita shook her head, but when Cowlick smacked her butt, she
began to count.

      "One," she said in a quavering voice.

      "Keep going now," he said, holding her hips.

      "Two..."

      "Come on, Baby," Cowlick said, "let's get it over with."

      She sucked in a quick breath. "Three."

      He shoved forward again, hard, Paulita howled in pain and then
went rigid, the cords standing out on her neck.

      "Uhhh!" she moaned. "Oh, Jesus!"

      "We got a little bit there. Let's get it all in now. Try pushing
back at me, real nice and slow." She cautiously rocked backward,
caught a breath, then pushed back again, wincing as his pelvis pressed
snugly against her buttocks.  "There you go, Babe, we did it!
Different kinda feeling, ain't it?"

      He pulled back and then wedged into her again. She stiffened. He
withdrew a little, paused, and pushed again.

      "Uh!" she exclaimed, but with less vehemence than before, then
sighed..

      "Now that's the way," he chuckled. "Told you it would get
easier, didn't I?"

      Head hanging, she was silent, and the others relaxed their hold,
as Cowlick started slow, steady strokes to her, grunting softly,
clucking to her as if she were a horse he was riding. I could clearly
hear the rasp of her 'uh, uh, uh' in the small room

      "Ok-kay," he breathed, after a while, "we're gonna go for it
now, Paulita Baby. You all ready?"

      "Please don't come inside me," she begged in a low voice.

      "Oh, I got to," Cowlick said firmly. He pulled back, paused a
second and then humped hard, grasping her hips tightly and growling in
his throat as he pounded the rippling flesh of her abused buttocks.
"Yah!" he bellowed and moment later.

      She lifted her head from Redhead's lap, just as Cowlick
finished, and the look on her face made my stomach lurch. There was a
strange, thin little smile on her lips, her eyelids fluttered, and her
mouth dropped open in dumb delight as she pushed backward to accept
his final thrust.

      "Oh now, that was just fine!" Cowlick chortled as he eased out
of her.  "But, damn, we got a little mess here, Sugar. Grab something
and wipe me off, won't you."

      I was past caring as, naked and violated, she took a fresh shop
rag from the box at the end of the cot and wiped his genitals. When he
was clean, she dabbed at her anus with the pink rag.

      "I'd better go to the bathroom," she told him.

      "Well you just go, Baby. It's right outside to the left. Take a
pee and kinda tidy up a bit. Hurry right back."

      As she walked past me with a tight, ungraceful waddle, I saw the
pale streaks of moisture still on the inside of her thighs, mixed with
a darker wetness. I only hoped she would bring back a weapon of some
kind, or call the police. But I knew she hadn't when she returned and
went to stand placidly by the cot.

      Cowlick stroked her lower belly. "How ya doin' there, Paulita?
Feelin' better now, huh?"

      "Can we please go now?" she asked.

      "Well, I guess so," Cowlick said, "unless anyone else feels like
some more." He looked around, then right at me. "How 'bout you, Mister
Hubby? You want to take a turn at her now that we got her nice and
broke in to it? After all, she's pretty good and she is your old
lady."

      I glared at him, planning how to kill him, but he just grinned
and shrugged.

      "Go on and get dressed then," he said to Paulita, slapping her
butt. "I reckon we're all done here."

      I remember watching Paulita calmly dressing, and Redhead holding
the pistol in his hand as we pulled out of the service station, but
not much else.  I came out of a daze a few miles down the road,
realizing that it was close to sundown and that we were headed back
toward Phoenix. Somehow Disneyland didn't seem a good destination
anymore.

      We didn't talk on the way back. All the way home, Paulita lay
with her head against the car window ledge, resting on her hip, her
eyes closed. I kept looking at her, wondering who the hell she really
was and why she looked the same after what had happened.

      As we pulled into our driveway, she sat up. "We're still alive."

      She'd probably saved our lives by cooperating, but our marriage
wasn't alive anymore. For the most part, we didn't talk at all, let
alone touch each other. On my own, I decided not to call the cops
about it. I just didn't want the shame and the bother of either of us
having to appear in court, or having those photos show up.

      I thought I had things under control after that, but a month
later, when I bumped into her as she was coming out of the bathroom,
naked, wrapping a towel around herself, I suddenly grabbed her by the
shoulders and pushed her to the floor.

      The next thing I knew, had my sweatpants down and I was taking
her right there on the hall carpet. I wasn't easy about it either,
ramming it to her as hard as I could. All the ugly images of those
redneck bastards smirking, shoving themselves into her while I stood
helpless, had been eating into my brain like an acid and I wanted
nothing more than to erase any trace of them by screwing her brains
out! Since I knew we were finished anyway, I wanted to take her one
more time and I didn't care how.

      I felt a burning along my back. Paulita's fingernails were
gouging my flesh, her knees were tucked up tight, and she was bucking
under me, going 'nuh, nuh, nuh,' whipping her head back and forth, her
face and chest flushed a hot pink as she drummed her heels on my
flexing buttocks. I pushed up on my arms and just humped her then,
slamming into her with long, hard strokes. I stopped short, pulled out
and told her to roll over. She did.

      "Spread," I growled. "Do it!" Paulita quickly raised her rear
and reached back to part her ass cheeks.

      If it was going to be the last time I had her, I wanted to make
it something she'd remember. I shoved deep into her anus in one long
push. She sucked in a sharp breath, but she didn't protest and I found
it was easier than I thought it would be. Then I fucked her back door,
smacking my pelvis to her quivering buttocks, lunging and grunting
like a sweaty animal until I exploded into her warm tightness. She
gasped and moaned, breaking into a hard sweat and pushing eagerly back
against me. "Aw, Darling! Oh, God! Yes, yes, yes!"

      I still didn't get it though. When I recovered from my
craziness, I opened my mouth to apologize to her, but before I could,
she whipped around to face me, wrapped her fingers in my hair and then
gave me an open-mouth kiss, jamming her tongue into my mouth as far as
she could. She let go, gave a hard shudder and fell back, her legs
flopping open.

      Looking up at me a moment later with half closed eyes, she
reached between us to fondle my relaxed cock in a loving way. "Would
you mind if I kissed him sometime?" she whispered, a wicked glint in
her green eyes.

      I didn't mind at all, I told her, adding that right then would
be just fine. She went to the bathroom, brought a warm, damp cloth and
washed me off tenderly before she fellated me. She pressed me down,
stretched out next to me, stroked and sucked on me with lazy
lustfulness until I grew hard again and then kept at it to greedily
drink in my second offering.

      Oh yes, I think I really know my wife now.

      And, I might mention by the way, that roadside service station
went out of business a couple of months after that. It seems something
got awfully messed up with their online bank accounts and the money
just seemed to disappear into limbo. No need to wonder how that
happened.

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