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Happy Anniversary
by LJDoofus75 (ljdoofus75@gmail.com)

***

A husband has a memorable tenth anniversary celebration 
planned for his wife. It turns out to be more memorable 
than expected for both of them. (MMF, nc, rp, v, bi, 
tor, cast, bd)

***

I'd been planning our tenth anniversary night for 
months. I wanted to surprise my lovely wife, Kim, with 
an evening, she'd never forget. I must have talked to a 
hundred different people to get every detail precisely 
planned and arranged, but I'd finally gotten dinner 
reservations, orchestra box seat tickets and a first-
class hotel booked for the evening. 

I made reservations at The Gage restaurant just getting 
the Friday night reservation took two months. It's a 
restaurant that serves great food and is an Irish bar, 
too. It was only a few blocks from the where the 
symphony plays, so I thought we would walk and enjoy a 
little romantic stroll after dinner. 

The symphony was featuring two of our favorite 
composers, Copland and Rimsky-Korsakov, and their 
compositions, Appalachian Spring and Scheherazade, 
respectively. They were our favorite works from them. 
The imagery that those pieces convey are just so 
relaxing and sensual. I was especially looking forward 
to Kim being in a sensual mood. 

After the performance, we had hotel reservations at "The 
Langham". It was just a mile away on the north side of 
the Chicago River. I was sparing no expense to provide a 
wonderful evening for my wife. One that would be etched 
into her memory forever. I just didn't know how true 
that would become for both of us.

I took the afternoon off and Kim had taken the whole 
day. When I arrived home, she was frantically looking 
for her earrings that once belonged to her great 
grandmother. They were special to her, antique and very 
expensive. 

She hollered at me, "Don't look at me until I get 
completely ready. Let's pretend it's just like our 
wedding day. You get ready in the other bedroom." 

I knew she was exuberant about the evening, but I 
thought, this was a little over the top. Kimmie can get 
carried away with the girly stuff at times, but it was 
one of the things I loved about her. I loved being her 
"Prince Charming". Sometimes, she'd spend all day 
getting her nails, makeup and hair just right and don't 
get me started about picking the perfect dress for her 
mood. That was an event in itself, but I must admit that 
when she was finished, she was a sight to behold. My 
wife was just gorgeous. I think she'd give any model a 
run for their money.

She stands about 5'10" with long lanky legs, a great 36D 
rack, a slim 24 inch waist and 36 inch hips. Her brown 
hair reaches six inches below her shoulders as it floats 
just above her tits as it frames her face perfectly. She 
has an oval face that tappers toward a slightly V-chin. 
Her skin is silky smooth and olive colored, which makes 
it look like she's just come from the beach. It must 
come her Italian side along with her sensuality and 
temper. Her eyes are bright blue with a darker blue ring 
around the circumference of her iris. They are very 
hypnotic. Her lips are very soft and kissable and when 
she smiles it just brightens any situation.

We'd met in college before we went to graduate school 
together. I was working on my PhD in Engineering and she 
was going for a MBA. I'd known her since our sophomore 
year and always wanted to date her, but I didn't think 
her longtime boyfriend, the first "Prince Charming", 
would approve. He broke her heart our senior year and I 
guess, I got her on the rebound. That was OK with me. 

In reality, I was probably the "Fairly Prince Charming" 
and as such, I was always trying to prove to her that I 
was her "real" soul mate and worthy of her love. There 
were times when I thought she'd leave me at the drop of 
a hat if "He" wanted her back. We worked on loving each 
other and things between us had never been better.

I'd been ready for some time and was patiently sitting 
on the living room sofa just waiting. 

She hollered again saying, "Close your eyes and don't 
open them until I tell you to."

I smilingly replied, "Alright, my Sweetness."

I heard some rustling and her voice broke the silence, 
"Ok, you can open them."

As I opened my eyes, she was standing right in front of 
me. Wow! I don't think she ever looked better, even on 
our wedding day. She had matured during our ten years 
and had entered what I called her sexy siren years. It 
the time of a woman's life when they've had enough 
sexual experiences that they have an easy comfort with 
being sexy and sensual. It's just a different 
"confident" look in the way they carry themselves.

She was stunning wearing a hip hugging cream-colored 
dress that had fine golden threads interspersed 
throughout. She looked like she'd been poured into it. 
The neckline dove deep into her cleavage and the hemline 
line started just above mid-thigh. It didn't cover much 
skin. Her hair shimmered in the afternoon light like the 
sun shining on the ripples of a placid lake. I was ready 
to fuck right there. 

While drooling, I got out, "You're so beautiful. I'm 
just the luckiest guy in the world." 

She rushed over and kissed me. My hands started to roam 
over her body, but she stepped back and said, "Don't 
mess up my hair. I'll give you extra special treatment 
later." That was all I could have hoped for.

I grabbed my coat as did she. We headed for the 
restaurant. We had an early reservation because I 
thought that would give us plenty of time eat and then 
walk the few blocks concert hall. It was mid-May, so, at 
least, the walk wouldn't be frigid.

We arrived at "The Gage" and were seated and dinner 
began with a couple drinks to get things on the right 
track. We had an appetizer, more drinks, first course, 
more drinks, second course, and dessert. We were both 
stuffed. It was a good thing that we were going to walk 
to the concert hall. It would give us time for our food 
to settle.

It was just past twilight and getting dark fast as we 
struck out for the concert hall. We leisurely sauntered 
along Michigan Avenue enjoying the view and the bustling 
city. I heard a clock tower in the distance chiming. 
Shit, the concert started in fifteen minutes and we 
still had a three blocks to go. We were going to be late 
and once the performance started, the ushers won't seat 
you. We'd be stuck in the foyer until intermission.

I made a fateful decision saying, "Kimmie, if we cut 
through this alley, it'll save us two blocks."

She replied, "Well, do you think it's safe?"

"It's well lit and we'll only be in there a couple 
minutes versus missing the first half of the concert." I 
reassured her. 

We entered the alley and passed a white Ford Econoline 
van that was running. It looked like two guys were 
making a delivery. About half way through, I noticed two 
men coming our way. As they approached closer, they 
looked like Bill Clinton and George Bush. I thought to 
myself, "What the fuck is going on." I heard the van 
approaching from behind us. Bill and George got closer. 
I heard the van stop. I glanced back and two men got 
out, Ronald Regan and Jimmie Carter. Now, I was really 
get apprehensive about this situation. We couldn't run 
because Kim's dress was too tight. I resolved myself to 
being robbed. 

I realized they were all wearing masks. Bill and George 
stopped in front of us as Ronald and Jimmie blocked the 
path behind us. Kim was looking scared and rightly so. I 
have a yellow belt in karate, but I wasn't sure I could 
take four guys. 

Bill spoke, "Where you two going?"

Maybe this wasn't a robbery. I thought replying, "We're 
going to the symphony concert in the next block."

George said, "I think you're going miss it."

I responded with, "I've got a couple hundred on me." and 
took out my wallet.

While leering at Kim through their masks, Bill and 
George said, "We don't want your money." I knew I had to 
do something because this wasn't the evening I had 
planned. I kicked George in the stomach and took a 
stance with Bill. Kim started to do her best at running. 
From behind, Ronnie stabbed my right arm with a six-inch 
knife. It went through my bicep. 

I turned to kick him and Bill sucker punched me in the 
head. It dropped me and I was seeing stars, but I was 
still semi-conscious. George and Jimmie had grabbed Kim 
and was pulling her screaming into the van. She was 
screaming at the top of her lungs, but Jimmie stuffed a 
ball gag in her mouth and cinched it tightly around her 
head. I heard her muffled screams as she kicked and 
scratched at them.

Ronnie asked Bill, "Are we going take him, too?"

Bill said, "Yeah, it might make it more fun, but put 
that plastic down, so he does bleed all over the carpet. 
Pick up his wallet, too, but put your gloves on first."

I was aware, but unable to move yet when they pulled me 
into van too. They used some tie-wraps – one on each 
wrist and one tying those together - to secure my hands 
behind me and my feet and put blindfold on me. They did 
the same thing to Kim. We were immobile, helpless, 
fucked. I was laying on my right side – bleeding. I was 
regaining my wits and decided that we needed to leave 
some evidence behind, in case, we didn't make it out of 
this alive. With my fingernail, I discreetly picked a 
small hole in the plastic. I think some of my blood 
seeped through. I rolled toward Kim. 

Ronnie kicked me in the stomach and said, "Be still, 
motherfucker, or I'll cut your throat!"

I gasped for breath, but I did move a little closer to 
Kim. I was able to pull some of her hair strands out. I 
tried to spread them around the van. I was counting one 
thousand, one thousand two to try and determine how long 
were driving and according to my calculations, they had 
driven us about ten minutes including two stop lights. 
That made me believe that we were still downtown 
somewhere.

They took Kim out first. I heard Bill tell Ronnie, "You 
and Jimmie keep an eye on him. If he moves, stick him. 
George and I will take her down. She's what we want. 
He's just extra frosting."

A few minutes later, they carried me down some steps. I 
assumed we were in a basement. I heard them approach me 
and they cut the tie-wrap holding my hands together. I 
felt a tug and they pull me up and put my left wrist in 
a shackle that was attached to the wall. They did the 
same with my right wrist. They didn't remove the tie-
wraps around my ankles. 

 Bill said, "Take his blindfold off. He needs to watch. 
It'll make it more fun." Ronnie pulled my blindfold off.

I blurted out, "Guys, just let us go and we won't say 
anything about this to anyone." 

Bill laughingly replied, "You're in no position to 
negotiate, dip shit. String her up, Ronnie." 

They cut the tie-wraps off Kim's wrist and shackled her 
to opposite wall. While in that position with her arms 
over her head, the beautiful dress she had worn pulled 
up to her panties. All four of them just stood there 
devouring her with their eyes.

Ronnie asked Bill, "When can we fuck her?"

Bill replied, "Don't be in such a hurry, asshole. We 
need to make this last." Kim could hear their 
conversation and with the tie-wraps still securing them, 
began kicking her legs around the best she could and 
screaming through the ball gag.

George said, "She's pretty feisty. That'll make it a lot 
more fun."

I screamed, "Don't hurt her. What do you want?"

Bill said, "Well, maybe we could negotiate something. 
But we're going to leave you two hanging for a few 
minutes." They all laughed.

Jimmie said, "That was a good one, Bill. Pretty 
funny.... leave you hanging." They exited through a door 
at the end of the room.

Kim still had her blindfold on and her mouth was gagged, 
but she could hear. I softly spoke to her, "Kim, we have 
to stay calm. I'll do everything I can to keep them from 
hurting. OK?" She nodded her head. 

I began to look around the room. I was surprised to see 
a large flat screen TV on the opposite wall. It had to 
be at least 70 inches with a computer desk and set up 
just below. I saw three large digital timers on the same 
wall flanking the TV. Each was about 1 foot by 2 feet. 
Two read all zeros and the other 60. 

There were three other doors besides the exit. Two were 
restrooms with full light glass, so I could see inside 
them. That was certainly an unusual restroom choice. The 
other room might be storage. The floor was tiled with 
floor drains in each quadrant. I counted the tiles and 
estimated the room to be 15 feet wide and 30 feet long 
without any windows. Kim and I were shackled to the long 
walls. 

There was a mop sink in opposite corners and one of them 
had a water hose attached. The walls were covered with 
some kind of soundproofing material as was the ceiling. 
The room was lit with ten fluorescent lights, which made 
it very bright. There were four LED spot lights that 
were aimed at contraption that looked like an X big 
enough hold a tall person. 

On each segment arm, it had straps on both sides and at 
the cross section, there was another strap and swivel. 
It looked like it could be rotated in any direction up, 
down and around. Each corner had a camera and two more 
were positioned on opposite walls centered on the X 
device. In the sink less corner near the exit, there 
were utensils – clamps, knives, saws, vices, pliers and 
menagerie of stuff. We were in a torture dungeon. 

That's when I realized, we may not come out of in this 
one piece or alive at all. That shortcut might have 
saved us two blocks, but it looked like it let directly 
to Marquis de Sade's place. I hoped we were in the 
"Twilight Zone" and this wasn't real. At least, Kim 
still had her blindfold on.

The door opened. They entered laughing just as they had 
left. They still had their masks on. As Ronnie closed 
the door, each one placed their lock on a separate 
deadbolt (ominous terminology) and then hung the key 
around their necks. That meant you couldn't get one key 
and get out. It was all or nothing. These guys had 
thought things out. My guess it was Bill. He seemed to 
be their ring leader.

Bill spoke, "You wanted to negotiate. Well, how about 
you do whatever we say and we'll let both of you go 
in... Jimmie, what time is it?"

Jimmie replied, "Ten o'clock."

"Ten o'clock. Let's say 50 hours. That'll get you home 
in time for work on Monday." Bill responded.

"What do you want us to do?" I questioned.

"Let's put 50 hours on the clock and go from there." 
Bill replied. George went to the computer desk and 
punched in something then the left digital clock read 
50. Bill said, "Wait. Before we start, Jimmie, patch up 
his arm. We don't want him to bleed to death before his 
time runs out."

Jimmie went over to farthest door on my left. It was a 
storage closet. He took out a very large first aid kit. 
They unshackled my right arm and removed my coat and 
ripped my sleeve off. 

He poured some peroxide on the wound while saying, "It 
didn't hit any veins or arteries. It's a nice clean cut. 
Good for you Ronnie has a sharp knife." He took a 
syringe and squirted peroxide through the slit in my 
arm. It foamed like Mount Vesuvius and hurt like a son 
of a bitch. 

He smeared some salve on both opening and then applied 
the bandage and said, "He'll be good as new. Well, let 
me rephrase that. At least, he won't bleed to death 
before were through with him." They all laughed. He must 
have been a medic, an EMT or something in the medical 
profession.

Bill commanded, "Ronnie, you, George and Jimmie bring 
her over to the table and get her strapped down." They 
unshackled her wrists. George and Jimmie each held one 
tightly as Ronnie picked her feet up. They carried her 
over the X-table. 

Jimmie said, "That's such a pretty dress. We don't want 
it to get messed up. Bill, can we take it off?"

Bill responded, "I was going to leave it on, but you're 
right. It'd be ashamed to get it all bloody. Put your 
gloves on."

Still blindfolded, Kim began thrashing around – pulling 
her arms and trying to kick her feet. Bill got mad. He 
walked over to her and slapped the shit out her. His 
fist wasn't closed, but it was a full force slap. It had 
to have hurt a lot.

He shouted, "Look, bitch, if you don't do what we say 
for the next 50 hours, you might not get home. Do you 
understand me, cunt?"

I yelled, "God dam it, was that necessary?"

"Look, we've got an agreement. Do what we say for 50 
hours and we'll let both of you go. Isn't that what we 
agreed on?" 

I said, "Yes." Kim nodded her head as she whimpered 
through the gag.

They stood her up and the dress that I'd hope to be 
unzipping about this time, they did. They slipped it off 
and folded it neatly then placed it in a large plastic 
bag that had her purse in it. Kim was standing there in 
her pink bra, matching thong, garter belt, and black 
stockings. I hated watching these guys eyes drink in her 
loveliness. They were violating her just with their 
leering.

While George, Ronnie and Jimmie strapped her to the X-
table, Bill put on some latex gloves and took out her 
purse and began looking through it. He found her 
driver's license and said, "Well, we have the pleasure, 
and I do mean pleasure, of being in the company of one, 
Kimberly Alexandra Buchanan. OK, her birthday was just 
last week, May 5, 1981. Happy birthday! She's 5-10, 140 
pounds, blue eyes, brown hair and is an organ donor. 
I've got an organ I'd like to donate." They all busted 
out laughing.

"Bill, you're killing me." Ronnie said. They all laughed 
louder. 

George laughingly replied, "Ronnie, you say the funniest 
things even when you're not trying." I didn't think this 
would end well at all, but we had a deal. I hoped.

Once they had her wrists and legs strapped to the table, 
they took off her blindfold and removed the ball gag. I 
could see the terror build as she surveyed the room and 
its contents. She didn't say a word, not a peep. Tears 
just started streaming down her cheeks. If only, I 
hadn't taken that shortcut. Now we were both fucked, 
figuratively, and I was afraid that Kim would be fucked, 
literally.

Bill took my wallet out of a different plastic bag, and 
looked at my license. "And this man is Michael Jordan 
Buchanan. Are you named after a fucking basketball 
player?"

"No, Jordan was my grandfather's name." I replied.

Bill retorted, "Good fucking thing, because everyone 
knows white men can't jump." They all burst out laughing 
again.

Ronnie, still laughing, said, "Bill, you're on fucking 
fire tonight."

"What else do we know about Mikey here? Let's see – he 
lives at in Mount Prospect. His birthday is May 3, 1981. 
Are you fucking kidding me? A birthday couple – how 
sweet. He's 6 foot, 190, brown eyes, black hair, wears 
glasses and another organ donor. I bet you like donating 
your organ to Kim. Don't you? You motherfucker." Bill 
questioned. They were all laughing, hysterically now. 

Bill said, "Ok, it's time to get down to business. 
George start the clocks." George went to the computer 
and hit enter. Immediately both clocks that didn't have 
60 on them started. The one with 50 hour started to 
count down. The other started counting up.

Kim was tightly strapped to the X-table. The cross 
portion was about in the small of her back. Bill 
approached the table and said, "Let me show you how this 
works." 

He pulled a pin on the swivel and then he was able to 
lower the table from the vertical to horizontal and 
rotate it 360 degrees. It could also be raised or lower 
when horizontal. He went from horizontal to vertical 
again, but this time, Kim's head was pointing down. He 
re-positioned her horizontal again and then spread the X 
arms. By doing that, he could spread her legs or arms. 

When her legs were spread as far as they'd go, he knelt 
down and looked at her crotch and said, "I wonder what's 
behind door number 1?" He moved closer and sniffed 
saying, "Smells like 'Teen Spirit'. (The guys were all 
laughing again.) No wait, it's either fear or 
excitement. I think I'll go with excitement. What do you 
guys think?"

Each one sniffed her crotch as they collectively said, 
"Yes, it's definitely excitement."

A surge of fear rushed through me because these guys 
were straight up fucking sickos. My ankles were still 
tie-wrapped together and my left arm was shackled to the 
wall. Bill ordered Ronnie and George to unshackle my 
arm. Then looking at me he said, "Mikey, you need to get 
out of those clothes, right now."

I hesitated for a second. Bill said, "Oh no, that's 
going to cost you, Mikey. George, add an hour to the 
clock."

I shouted, "No, please don't do that!"

The time jumped up to 50 hours 55 minutes. If we didn't 
obey, we could be there forever. I'm sure that's what 
they wanted. 

Bill looked at us and said, "Mikey and Kimberly, do you 
see how this works now? Since you've been keeping us in 
stitches, I'm feeling generous. George, let's just make 
it 15 minutes this time, but the closer we get to zero, 
the higher the punishment time goes."

George made the adjustment and the clock went to 50 
hours and 10 minutes. We hadn't back tracked too much.

I had removed my all clothes as far as I could. The tie-
wraps around my ankles wouldn't allow me to pull my 
pants or underwear off. Ronnie came over and just sliced 
them off.

Bill said, "Now, I want you to hop over there and take 
her bra off." I hopped the five or six feet to Kim. Her 
eyes were full of tears. I decided that if I went slowly 
that I could burn more time, but it would be a delicate 
balancing act. I didn't want to piss them off. I reached 
around her back and unsnapped the clasp. Since her arms 
were strapped to the Xs, I had to undo the strap clasps 
to. I fumbled with those connections. Finally, they were 
lose.

I whispered, "I'm sorry, Kimmie."

I heard Ronnie say, "Well, let's see 'um."

I slowly began to slide it down almost to her nipple and 
stopped then I pulled it up and back down again. I was 
trying to do a strip tease of sorts.

Bill barked, "What the fuck are you doing? We don't want 
to almost see them. Don't fuck with me, Mikey." I had no 
choice but to pull it off. Her beautiful breasts were on 
full display. The cool air of the room caused her 
nipples to stiffen. We all noticed.

Jimmie chimed in, "They are very nice and I like those 
hard, stiff nipples, too. I could stick a pin through 
them. She likes showing off for us." Nothing was further 
from the truth, but they believed what they wanted.

George spoke up, "I like her lips. I've got something 
that they'll fit around just right. Would that be OK, 
Bill?"

Bill then said, "I don't know? What does Mikey think?"

I immediately said, "I don't think that's necessary."

Bill replied, "Well, let's compromise. George wants his 
cock sucked. You don't want Kimberly to do it, so what 
does that leave us with?" George was unzipping his 
pants. I knew what it meant. I had promised Kimmie to do 
everything I could to keep her safe. I hopped over to 
George. He pushed me down and I knelt in front of him. 

I reached for his cock and it began to extend toward me. 
After a couple strokes, he was hard. My mouth opened and 
he shoved down my throat. Its taste was pungent and tart 
like he hadn't bathed in a couple days. He grabbed my 
head and was fucking my mouth. I wasn't sucking. 
Unfortunately, he came quickly after only five minutes 
as he shouted, "Swallow it, cocksucker." 

Bill said, "Don't let a drop of that stuff get on my 
floor or you'll be licking it up."

I swallowed his whole load. Well, actually, he pumped 
straight to my stomach. I don't think I could have 
spilled any.

I noticed Ronnie had his pants down. I hopped in his 
direction and began sucking him too. Soon, I was tandem 
sucking Jimmie and Ronnie. At least this way, it might 
take longer especially if I licked their shafts and 
head. Anything to make them last longer and burn more 
minutes.

Bill commented, "Mikey here looks like he's real good 
with his tongue. I bet Kimberly likes it when he eats 
her. You like it. Don't you, you cunt?"

Kim opened her mouth for the first time and said, "Yes 
... I do."

Ronnie was the first to cum, but Jimmie wasn't far 
behind. It was Bill's turn. He wanted just what I wanted 
– for it to take a while. I lapped at his head, licked 
the shaft, sucked his nuts and finally took his cock 
fully in my mouth. One thing that I had noticed besides 
their different cock sizes and tastes was that all of 
them were hairless, shaven even their legs. I got Bill 
to last twenty minutes.

Pulling up his pants, Bill said, "That was a good ice 
breaker. I think we all know each other better now and 
feel much more relaxed, at least for a little while. 
Looky there. Mikey used up 45 minutes. Good job. I think 
you liked it especially drinking our cum. Well, don't 
worry between the four of us, you'll be drowning in cum. 
Guys, let's take a break to rejuvenate." They dragged me 
over to the wall and placed me back in the shackles then 
left us.

As soon as the last of the men were out the door, Kim 
frantically said, "What are we going to do? We've got to 
get the hell out of here."

I replied, "I know. I know, but if they lock us up when 
they're not in here and all four of them are in here 
when I'm unshackled, we're going to have an almost 
impossible time getting out. Plus, I bet they're 
watching and listening to us even now. I think the only 
potential way out is to do what they say for 48 hours 
and 50 minutes more."

Kim shot back, "Mike, you're not the one who's going to 
get raped."

I responded with, "Kimmie, we have to stay calm and do 
whatever they ask if we want to have any chance of 
getting out of here. Like I said, I'll do everything I 
can to keep them from touching you. OK?"

She replied, "Can't you think anything else?"

"For God's sake, I've already sucked all four of them 
off. Did you think that's something I wanted to do? 
Fuck. I'm thinking and looking to see if there's 
anything else I can come up with that might work." was 
my response.

Just then the door opened and the masked quartet 
returned. They formed a semi-circle around Kim and just 
stood there ogling her tits and her loveliness in 
general.

Bill broke the short-lived silence saying, "You know we 
like to think we're vampires and vampires need to taste 
blood. Kimberly, you're not on the rag right now. Are 
you?"

Kim quietly replied, "No."

"Too bad. That might have done the trick for a while." 
He replied. "I guess we'll just have to get some 
somewhere. Guys, bring Mikey over here." They removed me 
from the shackles and dragged me over in front of Kim. 
Jimmie had gotten a scalpel out of the first aid kit. 

Jimmie said, "Don't move. Here's what we want." He 
raised the blade to about three inches above my left 
nipple and proceeded to make a half inch downward 
incision at point just cutting through the skin. Blood 
oozed to the surface and trickled down to my nipple. 
They leaned me forward and it began to drip off. 

Bill walked over and sucked it off saying, "Must be Type 
O. Oh .... so good." They all burst into laughter.

What Bill said next, sent a surge of fear through me. 
"Now, that we've shown you what we want and how to do 
it; do that to her. George, start the 60 second timer. 
If it reaches zero and she's not bleeding, we'll add an 
hour."

Kim finally realized the real danger we were in and that 
these sadistic bastards, apparently, were unbounded in 
their perverseness. She began screaming as I approached.

I looked back at them as Jimmie held my hand and guided 
it up to my wife's breast saying, "It's just a nick. 
Barely a scratch. Physically, it won't even hurt." I 
looked at the clock as my hand trembled – 30 seconds 
left. I could just stab her in the heart and it'd be 
over. No, I couldn't do that. Her life was too precious 
to me. 15 seconds. I felt the warmth of her breast as my 
quavering hand rested on her flesh. I looked into her 
eyes filled with tears and terror and said, "Don't move, 
Honey." 5 seconds. I pressed and drew the blade down. 
She bled.

Bill gleefully said, "Great. See that wasn't all that 
bad. Now, lean her forward." Her blood slowly dribbled 
over her olive skin toward her nipple. Bill was there to 
lick the first drop off then he began suckling nipple 
and her blood. My cock started to rise. I couldn't help 
it. I don't know it was about that sight. He was sucking 
the life from my wife.

Bill saw it and said, "She's 'A positive' and I'm 
positive that I love this. It also looks like we might 
have a convert on our hands." They all laughed as they 
each looked at my hard cock and then took turns sucking 
my wife's bloody tit. Their sucking kept her wound open 
the whole time. When they were finished, I was shackled 
to the wall before they left. 47 hours and 33 minutes.

When the door closed, Kim screamed at me, "They're gonna 
kill us. Aren't they?"

"I don't know. Maybe, but let's don't give up." I 
replied.

"You, fuck! How could you get hard while they were 
torturing me?" she shrieked.

"I don't know what happened. I know you think I'm lower 
than slime right now, but let's just keep our wits about 
us." I replied.

"Fuck, that's easy for you to say. They weren't all 
sucking your tit and drinking your blood all that time." 
She barked. Her Italian temper was showing and 
deservedly so. At least, she was fighting, 
unfortunately, it was with me. I wasn't the enemy.

I replied, "You've stopped bleeding."

They were gone about thirty minutes this time. They 
entered the room with their "Presidential" masks still 
on, placed their locks on the exit and headed our way.

Bill asked Kim, "Is there anything you need, little 
girl?"

"I need to pee.", as she nodded her head toward the 
restroom.

Bill replied, "Well, I'm not going to unstrap you for 
that. That'd be too much work. Ronnie get over here and 
cut her panties off. We've been wanting to see what's 
under there all night. Bring Mikey over here, too."

Jimmie and George unshackled me and dragged me over to 
the X-table and Kim. Ronnie had sliced Kim's panties off 
and they laid rumpled on the floor. They pushed me down 
on my knees as Bill said, "I don't want a drop to hit my 
floor. It'll cost you a minute for every drop, so get to 
it, boy. Drink up."

The 60 second timer had started its countdown already. I 
told Kim to go slow as I clamped my mouth over her cunt. 
She started to flow. It was hot and strong because she 
hadn't had any water since we were taken. I swallowed it 
down trying not to taste it. It kept coming and coming. 

The Presidents were all laughing saying, "He's really 
drinking her piss. Go, Mikey, go."

Her flow decreased then stopped. I took the opportunity 
to give her cunt a lick as they pulled me back. Bill was 
impressed and said, "You're the first one to not spill a 
drop and I was hoping to put a few minutes back on the 
clock." Looking at me, he threatened, "You know we want 
to fuck her. Don't you?"

"Yes, I thought the topic would come up." I replied.

"Do you want to delay that event?" Bill asked.

I responded, "I'd like to avoid it all together."

"Alrighty, then. Boys, get him ready." Jimmie, Ronnie 
and George pulled me up and bent me over a small table 
that they had positioned in front of me. Bill approached 
me from behind and shove his non-lubricated cock full 
force into my ass. It felt like I had a hot poker in 
there and was being turned inside out. Bill was pretty 
big about seven inches long and an inch and half thick. 
My eyes were watering from the pain. Just kept fucking 
me and fucking me and fucking me. 

He finally came and all three took their turn. During 
the second fucking, the pain had subsided and my mental 
state had calmed. I guess the cum was lubricating me. 
During the third fucking, my ass was fully open and much 
to my dismay, it was beginning to feel good. During the 
last fucking, my cock got hard and I lost my load on the 
floor. I couldn't help it. It was observed by all, even 
Kim. 

Bill said, "That was exciting, but it's going to cost 
you 15 minutes if you don't have it licked up before 
zero. The 60 second timer started. I was on my hands and 
knees furiously licking my cum off the cold tile floor. 
My ass was on fire from the severe pounding it had 
taken. I heard them counting down as I got the last drop 
around 5 seconds.

Bill looked at Kim, who had a stupefied expression of 
disgust and disbelief on her face and said, "That's how 
you follow orders. You two might make it out of here 
yet."

They shackled me back to wall and left. 45 hours and 5 
minutes.

After they were gone, Kim said, "How disgusting. How 
could you do that?"

I snapped back, "Look, it was either I do it or you get 
fucked. I did it so you wouldn't have to."

"But you got hard and came. Are you a fucking closet 
faggot? I thought you loved me?" she ranted.

Trying to keep things in perspective, I replied, "I do 
love you. It was just physical response to an external 
stimulus." 

"Fuck that engineering shit! You liked it. Admit it! You 
liked it!!" She bellowed. I was sure the Presidents were 
listening and enjoying this latest round of torture 
provided by my wife.

It appeared I was the only one who was trying to stay 
calm here. "If it makes you happy, toward the end it 
began to feel good. Are you happy now?" I admitted.

"I knew it. You've always been a little effeminate; a 
little too interested in my clothes and the guys with 
big dicks in our porn movies. John (the first Prince 
Charming) wasn't like that. He's a real man." She said 
accusingly.

Biting my lip replied, "Kimmie, this is no time to lose 
it. We need to stay calm, under control or those guys 
will have us right where they want us."

"What the fuck do you call this? Isn't this right where 
they want us? I know what it's not - The Langham. Fuck, 
I'm so mad at you. Fuck you for getting us into this 
shit. Your fucking shortcut and now we could be dead 
tomorrow." She screamed.

Still strapped to the X-table, she was hysterical. I 
think it was a good thing because if she have gotten to 
me, she'd would have ripped my eyes out or my dick off. 
Suddenly as soon as it started, it stopped and she began 
to cry like rain falling in the Amazon, torrents. Maybe 
this would release some of her pent up emotions and 
she'd be able to think straight. She cried herself to 
sleep.

The Presidents reappeared. It was 40 hours and 22 
minutes. They must have gotten some sleep. After locking 
the door, Bill walked over to Kim and moved the table to 
one click below the horizontal position. Kim's head was 
a little lower than the rest of her body.

Bill spoke, "Mikey, I need you to come over here. I want 
you to perform this next tasks for us." Ronnie and 
George unshackled me and brought me to Bill as Jimmie 
rotated the table so Kim could watch, too. He said, 
"Watch the screen."

George went to the computer and called up a file. A 
video began playing on the big screen. It was this room 
and a different couple. She was strapped to the table 
like Kim. The man began by rubbing his cock over her 
lips. You could hear Bill in the background telling them 
what to do. Her tongue began flicking out licking her 
partner's head. Once he was hard, he positioned himself 
over her head and slipped his cock into her mouth. 
Bill's background orders were to fuck her mouth hard. 

The man began shoving his cock down her throat. She was 
gagging. Bill ordered harder, deeper, faster. The man 
was slamming his cock as far as he could down her 
throat. Her face was turning blue. The man's nuts were 
flailing in the air as they slapped against her 
forehead. He finally came and pulled out. Once her 
throat was free of his plunger, you could hear her 
gasping for air.

Ronnie led me over to Kim's head as he said, "You saw 
what we want. You have 60 seconds to get hard." The 
timer started. Kim began licking my cock with frantic 
immediacy. My mind was still thinking about what I'd 
seen. I wasn't getting hard. 45 seconds. I slipped my 
head into Kim's mouth. Her tongue was like a thousand 
fingers stroking my manhood. At last, I felt the blood 
begin to rush and it swelled. 30 seconds. Finally, I was 
concentrating on her tongue and the feeling it was 
giving me. Once fully focused, it actually felt great. 5 
seconds. I made it.

Bill sounding disappointed, reluctantly said, "Well, no 
bonus time for us this time. Mikey, you saw the video. 
Get stroking."

I pushed my cock into Kim's mouth and hit the back of 
her throat. Her tongue was whipping over every surface 
of it. This was the best throat fuck she'd ever given 
me. Fortunately for us, Kim had mastered the deep-throat 
technique and we'd fuck like this at least once a month. 

Bill began bellowing his orders, "Harder, deeper, 
faster. Fuck that mouth. Fuck it good. Make her eyes 
water." I was slamming my cock deeper into Kim's throat, 
but she was taking it all. I shuttered and came in her 
stomach.

Bill said with amazement, "Wow! That looked great. I'm 
sure we'll enjoy the video for years to cum. (The guys 
all laughed) Ronnie and Jimmie, lock him up." As they 
dragged me over to the shackles, Bill said lustfully 
pulling his cock from his pants, "Now, I want the same 
treatment."

I couldn't help her this time. All I could do was watch 
as first Bill shoved his prick down her throat and raped 
her mouth. Kim was able to take all his length, seven 
inches. George was next. His six inch cock was easy 
length-wise, but its girth, two inches, was more than a 
mouthful. After a couple minutes, he had stretched her 
out. Jimmie followed shoving his eight inch thin cock 
into my wife's violated oral cavity. 

Finally, Ronnie, he was the biggest of the group – ten 
inches long and two inches thick, began raping her. Kim 
gagged as her face now fully coated as deep throat mucus 
dripped off her ear lobes. I was helpless as Ronnie 
fucked her harder than all the rest, but she made it as 
he came deep down her throat. He left her airway plugged 
for about thirty seconds after he finished just to fuck 
with her brain a little longer. Kim spit, sputtered, 
wheezed and gasped for air. Her eyes were red from all 
the tears. 

They were getting ready to leave the room as I said, 
"Bill, I need to use the restroom."

Bill said, "This is really a bad time, but if you got to 
go, you've got to go. Boys, un-strap her and bring her 
over here." Kim was like a rag doll – limp and floppy. 
They pulled her in front of me on her knees. Bill said, 
"Don't spill a drop." As the guys pushed her face toward 
my cock, her mouth opened and she took about half my 
length. I began to relax and I started my flow slowly. 
Kim was gulping it down. I finished and she hadn't 
spilled a drop.

Bill smiled as he walked over to the thermostat saying, 
"It's a little hot in here." He pushed it down as far as 
it would go. They strapped her back to the table and 
left. 35 hours and 47 minutes.

Kim was exhausted from the oral fucking she'd taken. I 
felt the same way and all I did was watch. I could only 
imagine how she felt. I asked if she wanted to talk, but 
at the moment, she was in no condition to use her mouth 
for anything else. Between the tears, I could see her 
eyes were glassed over. She looked catatonic. That 
session had taken a lot out of her. Eventually, we both 
feel asleep.

We were awakened by the sound of the door opening. The 
Presidents were back. 28 hours and 23 minutes. 

It was fucking freezing in that room. It must have been 
60 degrees or less. My cock was the size of a small 
mushroom and I didn't think I could've found my nuts 
with both hands. Kim was shivering and her nipples were 
taut, erect and blue.

They didn't unshackle me and headed straight for Kim. 
Bill moved the X-table to the vertical position. Bill 
stood in front of her and stroked her face with the back 
of his hand as he said, "Mikey, you've got a lovely wife 
and apparently, she knows how to fuck, but we'll just 
have to see for ourselves. Jimmie, do you want to be 
back up?"

Jimmie instantaneously replied, "Well, hell yes." He 
took up a position behind Kim. They both took their 
clothes off. I was right, neither one had one hair on 
their bodies. It dawned on me that they didn't want to 
leave any DNA type evidence on their victims. These guys 
were thorough.

Bill said, "Ronnie, put her in the horizontal for a 
couple minutes. We need to get primed." Kim was 
horizontal as Bill and Jimmie began rubbing their cocks 
over my wife's lips. Kim instinctively and dutifully 
extended her tongue. First one then the other pushed 
their cock into her mouth as her tongue kept massaging 
their love muscles. They got hard in a few minutes and 
Kim went to the vertical position.

Bill shoved his cock into her pussy and Jimmie slammed 
his into her ass. My wife had this blank look on her 
face. I think she was having an out of body experience 
and who wouldn't want to be out of her body at that 
instant. They kept pounding her cunt and ass for the 
longest before finishing. 27 hours and 40 minutes. 

Ronnie and George took over. Ronnie impaled her ass on 
his big cock. I'd fucked her ass a few times, but my 
cock wasn't nearly that big. She took it all and wasn't 
even screaming – nothing, not a sound just the grunting 
and squishing of a cocks fucking holes. When they 
finished, Bill and Jimmie took the holes that they 
didn't fuck the time before. And so it went – on and on 
and on. The Presidents left the room. 20 hours and 2 
minutes.

Kim was in a bad way. I think she'd given up. I tried to 
talk to her, but she wouldn't answer. She just stared 
blankly off in space. I thought she was broken and was 
resigned to being killed when the clock hit to zero. I 
talked to her anyway. Telling her, "Kimmie, were almost 
there. Be strong just a little longer. We'll make it. 
Don't give up. Please don't give up."

The Presidents re-entered the room. 12 hours and 39 
minutes.

Bill said, "Well, this is the most difficult task. I 
hope you're up for it." All the guys laughed. "Unshackle 
him, boys. George, pull up the insertion video."

They held me and rotated Kim to watch the big screen. 
The video began. There was a couple strapped to opposite 
sides of the X-table – face to face. His cock was in her 
pussy and he was fucking it.

Bill said, "Look at the time on the clock. That's the 
record." The 60 second timer had a different number. It 
read 2 hours and 18 minutes. "If you come before then, 
we add an hour for every minute unless you're within 30 
minutes of the record."

 I asked, "What happens then?"

Bill replied, "You'll see. The rules are simple. You 
have to keep fucking her. Your cock must be hard. It 
must stay in her pussy the whole time."

The man fucking the girl got to the timer down to 17 
minutes before he came. Ronnie walked over to him 
saying, "Ahhh, that's too bad, so close. You're a poor 
fucker. You won't need these anymore." and with one 
slice, he cut his nuts and dick off. I was fully awake 
as my heart went into palpitations. If I was going to 
make it last that long, I needed Kim to help. She had to 
come out of her stupor. 

Bill asked, "How do you want it – top or bottom?" When 
Kim's on top, we always last longer. She was so weak and 
it would be chancy, but it was the only one we had. I 
said, "Bottom. Can my arms be free so I can hold her?"

Bill said, "If you really think that'll make a 
difference, sure."

They unstrapped her and I replaced her on the table as 
the boys secured my legs. Kim was draped over my belly 
half asleep and half dead already. I began softly 
whispering to her as I stroked her hair, "Kimmie, we can 
do this. I love you and I know deep down you love me, 
too. We can do it." Her head turned toward me and I saw 
a glimmer of hope in her eyes. Her head move to my cock 
and she began to lick me until I was hard. 

The Presidents helped her up on the table as she 
straddled my cock and lowered herself on to my manhood 
as the timer began. Her cunt was warm and she slowly 
started to rise and fall on my cock. As I looked at her 
dried mucus and cum coated face, I said, "Lover, kiss 
me." She beamed a small but significant smile. I knew we 
had a chance as we kissed and my arms wrapped around 
her, she shivered and breathed, an exhausted breath, 
which seemed to expel her fear. 

We made love with the Presidents watching and taping. I 
pumped my cock into her ravaged, raw pussy. She still 
had the Presidents' cum oozing out. If I got tired, 
she'd ride me. I knew we were going to make it once the 
clock got down to 15 minutes.  

Bill looked worried and pulled out a vibrator and began 
buzzing my nuts. It was working. My cum was rising. I 
needed to focus on the love that was right in front of 
me. I reached up and my arms pulled her to me and kissed 
her with all my passion and soul breaking heart. When I 
finally came, the new record was 2 hours 29 minutes.

Bill said, "That's was great. It's not every day that a 
new record gets set. Boys, put him in the shackles and 
her back on the table. We all get one last fuck in each 
hole."

Kim was beaten, bent, but not broken as they all took 
turns fucking her every orifice one more time. 

When they were done, Bill brought each of us a full 
Gatorade bottle. He said, "Drink all of this."
 
It had a funny taste, I hoped he wasn't poisoning us. He 
said, "Boys, lock them in restrooms." We were led to the 
restrooms and I watched as they padlocked the doors. I 
felt a rumbling in my guts and I began cramping. They 
had poisoned us – those motherfuckers. Soon, I realized 
that I had to crap. Kim and I spent 2 hours in those 
restrooms emptying the contents of our bowels.

After they removed me from my restroom, Bill said, 
"Kimberly, you were amazing, but before we'll let you 
go, I want you to take a shower and douche yourself." 
Her restroom had a shower. She climbed in and turned on 
the water. He gave her some soap, shampoo and two 
squeeze bottles. Under Bill's observant eye, she washed 
herself, hair and when finished, squatted over the drain 
and flush her pussy with the bottles. 

Looking at me he said, "Mikey, you have two more tasks – 
the first one is to shower and the second is to fuck 
your wife's cunt, ass and mouth again. We want to a 
video to commemorate our new record holder, but right 
now, you look like shit. "

I proceeded to do what he had asked. 0 hours and 23 
minutes.

They made me pack up our clothes in the two large 
plastic bags they'd been using. Once that was done, they 
blindfolded us, duct taped our mouths and tie-wrapped 
our hands and feet. They carried me up the stairs and 
dropped me in the van. Kim soon followed. The van got 
underway and stopped a little later. Kim was first out 
and then me. 

Bill said, "It was our pleasure that have you two. Most 
couples don't make it. Congratulations." He cut the tie-
wrap hold my feet. I heard the van drive away. I got up 
and stumbled along the alley. My foot found a door and I 
began kicking at it. I heard a click and a creek as I 
assumed it opened. A man's voice said, "What the fuck is 
this?"

A female voice from behind him asked, "Who's at the 
door?"

"A naked white guy." Was the reply. He took off the duct 
tape and blindfold. I rushed back to Kim with the man in 
hot pursuit. 

He saw her and said, "Oh my god, what the fuck has 
happened to you." He hollered to the female voice, "Call 
911."

The police arrived and we were taken to the hospital for 
tests. They got us clothes and began questioning us. I 
told them my story as did Kim. They took us home.

The next day, Detectives Davis and Barnes came to our 
apartment for more questions. They said that the only 
DNA found on Kim was mine. They didn't find anyone 
else's on me either. Another thing, the bags that had 
our clothes in them only had my fingerprints on them. 
From their questions, I started to think that they 
didn't believe us.

How could that be? We had won our freedom from the 
Presidents and now the cops are thinking we made all 
this shit up for attention. 

Before they left, they said, "We'll keep you case open, 
but you have no descriptions, no DNA, nothing but your 
word. Are you sure you didn't rape your wife for your 
anniversary?"


The End or Is it?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in 
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of 
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider 
seeking professional help.
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