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The Good Samaritan
by Silvergun (address withheld)

***

A modern day spin on the biblical story of the good 
Samaritan with a sexual twist. (MMF, nc, rp, wife, exh, 
v, bd)

***

Mark pulled in the driveway after a long day at the 
office. He had ducked out of work an hour early since 
it was Friday to avoid getting pulled into a 
conversation with his boss. When he opened the door to 
his house, he carried in a basket full of daisies and a 
bottle of wine he had bought to surprise his wife, 
Rachael. 

He set the flowers and wine down on the table and went 
upstairs in search of his wife. As he climbed the 
stairs, he heard the shower running.

"She'll be surprised to see me," he thought to himself, 
but as he neared the master bathroom, he heard Rachael 
moaning. He opened the door, only to find Rachael bent 
at the waist with her hands on the shower walls and a 
man standing behind her with his cock slamming in her 
pussy!

He stood there in front of the glass shower door 
dumbfounded. He didn't know what to do! Neither one of 
them had heard him enter the bathroom, but when Rachael 
opened her eyes she saw him standing there with his jaw 
dropped. 

"MARK!!" she shrieked. The man didn't even turn to look 
at Mark, but just kept on pumping his wife in front of 
him. Rachael tried to stand up straight, but the man 
just held her head down until he finally pulled up 
balls deep in her cunt and filled her with his sperm.

The man screwing Rachael was a guy she had just met at 
the grocery store. His name was Blake Meyer.

"Sorry, man, you just weren't doing it for her. She 
called me, so if you're going to be upset, be upset 
with her. But honestly, you should have seen this 
coming." Blake, said.

Mark was furious but didn't know what to do. Blake 
walked out of the shower right past Mark. He put his 
pants on, gathered his clothes, and headed for the 
door. On his way out, he yelled, "THANKS FOR THE FUCK 
RACH!"

Rachael stood their looking at her husband. His face 
began to turn red. "Mark," she began.

"Stop. Just... stop." 

Rachael walked toward her husband, cum running down her 
leg. "What are you going to do, divorce me?" she asked.

At that moment, Mark filled up with rage. He had just 
walked in on his wife screwing around, was humiliated 
and disrespected by the guy fucking her, and she didn't 
even seem to care.

"Worse," he replied to her question. With that, he 
swung and hit Rachael full force in the jaw.

"MARK!! MARK STOP!" she screamed, but with no avail. 
Mark grabbed her by her ankles and began to drag her 
out of the bathroom, out of the bedroom, down the hall, 
down the stairs and into the garage. Rachael was 
kicking and screaming the whole time, flailing her arms 
in desperation.

Once in the garage Mark found some rope. He tied her 
ankles and hands together. "You like fucking random 
guys, huh? Well now you're going to get to fuck more 
than you can handle!" He shoved her bound, naked body 
into the back of his car and began to drive. 

Thoughts began to flood his mind. Was he sure he wanted 
to do this? This was the woman he loved! But those 
thoughts were soon dismissed by the picture in his mind 
of her fucking Blake and the rage that came along with 
it. He drove to a road Rachael had never been on. It 
was a dirt and gravel road that seemed to go on for 
miles. Mark knew exactly where he was going. He knew 
that there was a biker's bar about 7 miles down this 
road.

He stopped about a mile before the bar at a telephone 
pole on the side of the road and dragged Rachael out of 
the car. He retied the ropes that were binding her 
hands and feet together so that she was bound around 
the pole with her arms and legs behind her. 

Rachael cried out again "MARK! Don't do this! PLEASE!!" 

Mark just ignored her cries. He went back to his car 
and found a permanent marker. He wrote in large letters 
just above her breasts "FREE FUCK". He then found a 
piece of cardboard lying on the side of the road. He 
wrote a message on cardboard that read:

"Do what you want with me. I'm a slut and all I want is 
sex. You have my full permission to do whatever you can 
think of. The only thing I want in return is your 
signature on me. Use the pen here to sign your name. 
Enjoy my pussy..."

Mark pinned the cardboard above her head on the pole. 
Rachael cried out "HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE..." 

"It won't do any good. No one can hear you from here. 
The only people that are passing by here are bikers and 
they only are going to be interested in giving you one 
thing: cock. They don't care if you eat or drink. 
They'll just make sure your pussy stays filled with cum 
and then leave. You got yourself into this, I hope you 
can get yourself out."

He then took his tie off and tied it tightly around her 
mouth and drove off.

Rachael was left stranded. What was she going to do? 
What could she do? She was terrified. How could Mark do 
this to her?! Didn't he love her?! It was then that she 
realized she had done the same thing to him by fucking 
Blake. Sweat began to run down her forehead. 

Suddenly, Rachael heard the sound of a motorcycle 
approaching. "SHIT!" she thought. The bike went flying 
past her sending dirt and rocks to her face. The biker 
quickly stopped and spun around.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he said as he 
approached her. "A free fuck? I certainly can't turn 
that down!" He walked up close to Rachael. The rock 
that his bike had sent flying to her face had drawn 
blood from her cheek. The biker looked at the girl tied 
up before him and saw the dried cum from Blake on her 
leg. 

"Looks like someone already got their free fuck. Now 
it's time for mine!" He struck her hard in the face, 
drawing more blood. Rachael winced in pain. The biker 
took off his jeans and boxers to reveal a thick 9 inch 
dick. The biker spit on his hand and rubbed it all over 
Rachael's pussy. Then, with no mercy at all, rammed his 
hard prick deep inside her. Rachael cried through the 
tie around her mouth as tears ran down her face. She 
knew this man wouldn't be the last one to take 
advantage of her tied up like this.

All Rachael could do was watch as his cock slide in and 
out of her cunt. She was so scared that she couldn't 
find any pleasure in the sex. He was ravaging her, and 
there was nothing she could do about it.

The man continued to fuck her hard for over 15 minutes, 
causing pain in Rachael's cunt with each stroke. 
Finally, he pushed deep into her and let his load go. 
He stuck his tongue out and licked the side of her 
face. "Thanks for the free fuck, slut! I'm going to go 
tell the whole bar about you. I'm sure they'll all want 
a turn!" 

With that, he picked up the marker laying on the ground 
and signed her left tit. He then struck her hard in the 
face again, drawing more blood. 

That pushed Rachael over the edge. She passed out from 
the combination of the fear, pain, loss of blood, and 
heat. 

While she was passed out, another biker passed her and 
saw her all tied up. He too stopped, fucked her cum 
soaked pussy, and signed his name on her right tit.

When Rachael woke up, she was still tied to the pole. 
Her cunt was more sore than it was on her honeymoon. A 
bird had landed on her shoulder and was pecking at the 
blood on her face. She shook her head and it flew away.

She looked down and saw that her entire chest and 
stomach had been signed with what had to be over 50 
names. She saw one that she recognized... "BLAKE 
MEYER... Thanks for the free fuck!" Blake had been by 
and fucked her again! She saw a mixture of cum and 
blood on the ground, and felt cum leaking out of her 
ass and pussy and running down her face. Her face hurt 
worse than her cunt from the abuse.

Just as she started to cry, she heard another 
motorcycle approaching. As he got off his bike and 
walked to her, Rachael started crying again. She leaned 
her head back against the pole ready to endure the 
pain. The man approached her and gently wiped her tears 
away. He untied the tie from around her mouth.

"Please... Please..." was all that Rachael could find 
the strength to say through her crying.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." the man 
replied.

He untied her from the pole and removed his top shirt. 
He wiped the blood and semen from her face and body, 
took his jacket off and put it over her shoulders. He 
put her on the back of his motorcycle and drove her 
back to his house.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"What do you want with me?"

"Nothing. I'm just trying to help you. Stay here and 
I'll get you some of my wife's clothes. She's about 
your size."

The man went into his room around the corner and 
returned with under garments, a skirt and a tee shirt.

"You can have these."

"Why are you being so nice to me? Won't your wife mind 
if I take her clothes?"

"My wife died last month in a car wreck." Rachael began 
to put the clothes on.

"What's your name?" asked the man.

"Rachael. Yours?"

"Benny. Come on Rachael, I'm going to take you to a 
hospital."

They got back on Benny's bike and rode to the hospital. 
There, Benny made sure she got checked in properly and 
gave the lady his address. Rachael heard him say "Send 
the bill to my address. Call me if you have any 
problems."

"Rachael, is there someone I can call for you?"

"The only person would be my husband, Mark, but he's 
the one that tied me up. I don't know what to do."

"Just let the doctors take care of you here. Call me 
when you're ready to leave and I'll come get you. In 
the meantime, I'd like to visit your husband. Can you 
give me his address?"

Rachael told Benny where Mark lived.

When Benny arrived at Mark's house, he rang the 
doorbell and Mark came to the door.

"Hi, I'm looking for Rachael, is she here?" asked 
Benny.

"No. Who are you?"

"Do you know where I can find her?"

"I don't know where she is and I don't expect her back 
for quite some time. Who are you?"

"Are you sure she's not tied up on the side of a road 
being offered as a sex toy?"

"Just what the fuck do you want?"

"I want you to know that I took your wife to the 
hospital and that I'll be taking care of her from now 
on. You asked who I am? I'm a policeman and you're 
under arrest. I have Rachael's testimony on tape, so I 
have a feeling you'll be going to jail for a while."

With that, Benny handcuffed Mark and took him to the 
local jail. When Benny got back to the hospital, 
Rachael seemed to be doing much better. Benny told her 
that she could stay with him until she got back on her 
feet and Rachael agreed.

Within a few months, Benny and Rachael began to fall in 
love and ended up getting Mark to sign the divorce 
papers so they could get married.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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