They both followed his instruction.
Tengu put the ball-gag in my mouth, and fastened it tightly behind my head.
"Now, Miss Perkins, I want you to think about how sorry you are for kicking us all in the balls."
I nodded.
"I'm fowwy," I said.
"And," he added. "Now that you've experienced all three of our cocks, I want you to think about which hole you want each of us filling. You have three minutes to figure that out. In the meantime, boys, lets give this ball-busting bitch the beating she deserves."
For three minutes, these three muscular Asians struck me with the paddle, leaving no part of me safe. They delighted in pinching and torturing my poor nipples too, and paddling my tits until they were pink. They struck me in the face too, and the bottom, and even in the pussy.
Tears poured down my cheeks, and I was about to start screaming in agony when Tengu stopped them.
"Enough," he said.
Tengu yanked the ball-gag out.
"Have you decided?"
I took a few moments just to catch my breath and calm down. The truth was, in those three minutes, I hadn't exactly had much time to think. I was too busy having the crap beaten out of me! Now I felt sore all over, though true to his promise, there were no broken bones or anything.
Tengu yanked my hair, forcing me to face him.
"Well?" he demanded.
I considered my options.
Of the three, Kaito, though the smallest, was also definitely the meanest. He may well choke me to death if I let him have my mouth again, but I was terrified of what he'd do to my ass. Of course if he was going to fuck me as hard as he could, maybe my pussy was where I wanted him!
Touma's cock was mid-sized, and he was also the gentlest. So I figured my ass was the place for him, since I really can't deal with a monster cock like Tengu's tearing me up back there.
That left my mouth for Tengu. It meant I'd also be looking at Tengu while this all went down, and I think he was my favorite. Plus, his cock being the biggest was somehow the most fun to play with, even though he could most certainly choke me to death with it. Heck, he could beat me to death with it. Somehow, that got me really wet.
"Kaito," I began, "I want you to fuck me as hard as I can right in the pussy. And Touma will you please fuck my ass, but not too hard? And Tengu, I want to give you my mouth again. Does this please you?"
"Works for me," said Kaito.
"Yeah, okay," said Touma.
"Well, if they're happy, I'm happy," said Tengu.
Tengu took out his switchblade again, extended the blade and held it to my face.
"I'm going to cut your feet lose," he said. "You're not going to try to kick any of us in the balls again, are you?"
"No sir," I said.
"Good. Because if you do I'm not going to let you suck my dick. Instead I'm going to fuck your sensitive ass bloody with it."
"I won't," I repeated.
"Good."
He cut my feet free and then let me stand and stretch my legs.
Kaito and Touma got down on the floor, and then the three men lowered me down onto the two cocks.
"Touma," I said desperately, "please put it in my pussy first so you're nice and lubed up."
"Okay," he said.
They lowered me onto Touma, and he got it nice and lubed. My pussy was super wet now, so that wasn't a problem. Then they lowered me again, with Touma's big cock again my asshole. Slowly, he began pushing his way in.
Kaito's cock entering my wasn't a problem. I was more than ready for his cock!
He started vigorously fucking me with it, like I knew he would, and my body flooded with endorphins.
"Oh god," I shouted.
"Having fun Miss Perkins?" said Tengu.
"Yes," I moaned.
"Good. Now suck my cock like the porn star you are."
"Yes sir!"
I took his cock into my mouth and locked eyes with him.
I wetly slurped at his cock, slowly and sensually, never taking my eyes off his.
It wasn't long before I felt my first orgasm coming on.
I moaned and thrashed, but the men held me still and kept fucking me in all my holes.
Never had I felt so desired. Never had I felt so filled. Something was happening to me. I didn't know what, but somehow I felt more alive than I ever had before. And while ostensibly I was doing this for my husband, I didn't want it to end. These men were hot, and they were fucking me hard, and making me feel like I was the sexiest girl in the world. They seemed to like that I was a nasty, dirty girl. I didn't feel judged. I half-wanted them, to steal me away.
I wondered idly if that was an arrangement we could come to after all. We could all leave together. They could keep me as a fuckpet and Sora could keep going, none-the-wiser. He'd miss me. I know he would. But he'd be alive.
I came several more times in rapid succession. At least it seemed rapid, because it seemed whenever one orgasm ended another began. But maybe it was just one really long orgasm. There's nothing quite like being fucked by three hot men at once.
The men, too, were all getting close. I could tell from the increasing loudness of them all.
"Unh…" moaned Touma.
Touma was then the first to come. I felt his hot semen spurt up into my ass.
This was quickly followed by Kaito, who continued to pound my pussy hard while he came. He fucked me so hard I could barely feel the warm shot of cum he gave me.
Then Tengu spurted a huge load of warm semen into my mouth, completing the trifecta. I gulped it all down like a good girl, never breaking my gaze from his.
It was all so much that I came explosively, almost passing out from the flood of endorphins.
Finally, they all pulled out of me, and left me panting on the floor, while they put their cocks away and zipped up their pants.
I just lay there on the floor, with my hands still tied behind me, gasping, panting, while leaking cum from every hole.
"Well, what do you think, boys?"
"That was good, boss," said Touma.
"This ball-busting little cunt really is a good fuck when you get her to cooperate," said Kaito.
"Agreed," said Tengu.
"So you'll give my husband a chance then? Give him some time to get whatever it is he needs? You won't hurt him?"
"That's still up to the kumicho."
"But…but you promised," I said.
"I said we'd think about it. You've certainly bought your husband a lot of good will."
"He's a good man," I said.
"So you keep saying. Still. We'll have to wait for him and then take him to see the kumicho. Oh yes, and…"
Tengu came up to me and put the ball-gag back in.
"We don't want you warning him after all."
I wanted to cry. I'd done everything these men wanted, and I was still sure they were going to kill, or at least horribly maim my husband.
I just lay on the floor and sobbed while the men sat around and drank beer.
****
Eventually the front door unlocked, and in walked my husband.
I sputtered and tried to speak through the gag to warn him.
"Wum!" I shouted.
Run!
"Who the fuck are you?" said Tengu, looking at him.
Sora just stared at the badmen, and then at me, bound on the floor.
"What are you doing to my wife? Suzy, are you okay?"
"I'm opay," I sobbed. "Bup wum! Pweave wum away!"
Sora got into a fighting stance, ready to take the men on. Now, aside from being one hell of a doctor, my husband is one hell of a fighter. But he's not Bruce Lee. I knew he'd be no match for all three of them at once.
"Hold on a second," said Tengu. "Who are you?"
"I'm Sora Suzuki, and this is my house. And that's wife."
"You're Sora Suzuki?"
"Yes," he said.
"Kaito, take her gag out."
Kaito took out my gag, and helped me u
p.
"Miss Perkins, this is your husband?"
"Yes," I said.
"Kuso!" Tengu exclaimed.
He stalked over to Touma and slapped him.
"Idiot! We're in the wrong house!"
"But…He is Sora Suzuki."
"But he's not the Sora Suzuki we're looking for."
"What the hell is going on here?" asked my husband. "Who are you people?"
"We're um…we're Yakuza."
"Did you rape my wife?"
"No," I said. "They…"
I looked down, ashamed. I didn't know how to explain what I'd just done.
"They didn't. I'm okay. Will you men…if you have the wrong guy, will you just let us go and leave us be?"
"Yes, of course," said Tengu. "I…I'm terribly sorry. Listen, I think we owe you a debt. Yes. We will go and leave you be. But we owe you. For our mistake. So we are indebted to you."
I thought about that. Sora's family would be horrified by the notion the yakuza owed us anything.
"No," I said.
"No?" said Tengu.
"Just leave us alone. If you want to do us a favor, just leave us and never involve me or my husband again."
Tengu considered this, then nodded, and beckoned his men to follow him.
My husband didn't lower his guard, but gave them their space so they could leave.
Once they were outside, my husband closed the door, locked it, and then ran to me and held me in his arms.
"Thank god," I said. "Oh god I was so scared they were going to kill you."
"We should call the police," he said.
"No, don't," I said. "It's okay."
"Did they hurt you? Did they rape you? Tell me the truth!"
I looked down, feeling ashamed.
"No," I said.
"But I can tell they fucked you," he said.
There was cum still dribbling down my leg.
"Yes."
"Good god, you're so red. Did they beat you too?"
"A little. But…I…I said they could."
"I don't understand," Sora said.
"They said…they said you stole a shipment from them. They said they had to bring you to their kumicho to answer for it. And so I wanted to…I wanted to convince them not to. So I let them fuck me and beat me—but only because I kicked them all in the nuts first."
"Oh…" he said, letting it sink in.
"But I did it…Sora, please look at me…I did it…"
I wanted to cry. I'd basically been caught cheating on Sora. Even if it was to save his life. But the truth was, I enjoyed it.
"You did it to protect me?" said Sora. "Because you thought I was some lowlife who stole from the yakuza?"
"Yes," I said.
It sounded terrible when he put it like that.
"I think that may the sweetest thing I've ever heard," he said.
He kissed me. I kissed back. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, but I was still tied.
"Come on," he said. "Let's get you cleaned up."
"Yes sir," I said.
Sora took me to the ensuite bathroom, and ran me a warm bubble bath. He clipped off the remaining zip-tie, freeing my hands and we got into the bath together.
We lounged in the tub together for awhile and laughed our cares away. I got him to tell me about his own stressful day at the hospital first, and then I told him about my stressful ordeal with the badmen. Strangely, he didn't seem to judge. In fact, I'd swear he got a little turned on by how well I'd pleased the men, all while trying to protect him.
Perhaps part of why he seemed so aroused by it was the fact I was stroking his cock while I told him the story.
Soon, we were making love in the tub.
"I'd do anything for you, Sora," I said.
"I know, Suzy. I love that about you. I think I'm the luckiest man on earth."
"No," I said, riding my husband's erect, erect cock. "I'm the lucky one. I thought you knew that."
"Maybe we're both lucky," he said.
We made in the tub until the water grew cold. Then we got out, dried off, and made love all night in bed.
"Sora," I said, almost in tears. "I have to confess something."
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"When those men were fucking me earlier—when they were filling every hole—well…I liked it."
"I know," he said.
"You do? And you're okay with that?"
"Yeah. The truth is…I think I like that too."
"Wait, really?"
"Sure, honey. Who knows, maybe we can arrange something like that for you again. But We'll get some friends we trust next time."
"Really?"
"Of course."
"I love you, Sora."
"I love you too, Suzy."
Weirdly, we were both so turned on after everything that happened. So excited by this new side of me we were both seeing. So excited about what we might do next, that we fucked like crazed rabbits until the dawn…
Outnumbered Lady-Cop
Maybe it was reckless to enter that biker bar without backup. Maybe I was just a hot-headed chick who wanted to put that whole gang behind bars. But I knew the evidence I needed was there in that bar, and that by the time backup got there, it would be gone. So I went in alone.
I thought I could sneak in through the back way without being detected. The biker boys were all at the bar getting drunk, and I could overhear them bragging about horny chicks they'd banged.
Yeah, right, I thought to myself. More like groupies they'd gotten drunk and then goaded into degrading sex acts. But as much as I hated that aspect about this gang, that's not how I was going to nail them.
I knew they had a stash of contraband back here. I knew that Coca-Cola truck which just left didn't drop off this much Coca-Cola. Not at a secluded biker bar like this one.
"Hello, Officer Boone."
I nearly jumped over the club president's desk when I heard that voice.
"Or should I just call you Trixie," he continued, "like the good old days?"
I knew that voice. I'd know it anywhere. It was the voice of Rock Hunter. Rock is the club president, and head of this particular Hell's Angels chapter.
He's also a six-foot-four, muscular, cocky asshole.
Oh, and also…he's my ex. Yes, I have a past. No I'm not getting into it right now.
I immediately went for my holster.
"Wouldn't do that, gorgeous," he said.
He lifted a shotgun to me before I could even unbutton my holster.
"You've got such a pretty face. It'd be a huge shame to put a big hole through it."
"You wouldn't dare shoot a woman in a crowded bar," I retorted.
"Wouldn't I? Those boys out there are my boys, Trixie."
"I'm a cop now, Rock. Or have you forgotten? People will notice if I go missing."
"Maybe. They wouldn't find you, though."
"My partner knows where I am. He's coming, and he'll have, like, fifty guys with him within fifteen minutes. How good is your cleanup crew?"
"That's a bluff, Trixie. And you know it."
"You want to take that chance?"
Rock grinned cockily. "Rory spotted you coming in through the back road, so he radioed me. He's still in the crow's nest now. The lookout you missed while driving that way.
Shit! I thought to myself. I must have missed that one while driving up. But I'd been so cautious!
"And I checked your squad car. Your radio's off. You've gone rogue again, haven't you?"
"You don't know that," I said.
"I know you, Trixie. And I know if there's anything you go out of your way to do, it's cause trouble for me and my boys. Even after the captain told you to back off."
How did he know that? Shit, is the captain on his payroll too? Is there no one this smug bastard can't either charm or buy?
"Take off the gun belt, Trixie."
Reluctantly, I unbuckled it and dropped it to the ground.
"Strip," he said.
"What?"
"You heard me."
"Why?"
He chuckled. "You're not shy are you, sweetness? Come on! It's not like it ain't anything I've seen before."
"But why?"
"Because I know you, Trixie. I know you've got another gun you keep by your ankle, and a knife by your thigh in case things get up close and personal. I need to make sure there's no surprises."
Bastard! He knew me too well.
Rock watched as I stripped, taking pleasure in it.
I stripped down to my bra and panties. Then I looked at him expectantly.
He had a smug smile on his face. I just wanted to wipe it off him. Though strangely, I felt something else too. Something I missed. I missed him passing his eyes over me like this, even if I do pretty much hate his guts now.
"What is it, Rock? See something you like?"
"Some of it, yeah. But you're still wearing a bit too much. Take off the bra."
"I'm not hiding any lethal weapons in my bra, Rock."
"Could've fooled me. I see the outline of two of them from here. Your nipples look pretty hard, too."
"What?" I said, instinctively covering my nipples, and feeling my face turn red.
"Don't pretend you don't like me looking at your tits, Trixie. Now take it off."
Reluctantly, I took off the bra and dropped it to the floor.
Now I was wearing nothing but my panties.
Irritatingly, standing there almost naked, with Rock leering at me, was making my pussy stir just a little. The bastard probably knew it too.
I looked back at him, still fully aware of how muscular he was, under all that leather he wore. The memories of sucking his cock for fun, just the too of us, even though it seemed so long ago…the memories were still so vivid. My pussy was getting wetter thinking about it.
Shit! He's going to see it, or smell it. Think unsexy thoughts, Trixie!
"The panties stay on," I said, before he had a chance to tell me otherwise.
"You're in no positions to make demands, sweetness."
"You think I have a weapon concealed in my panties?"
"I know you do," he said. "But only the fun kind."
"You're the one with a weapon in your pants, Rock."
A big one. One that hurts, it's so big. Just thinking about it was too much…I needed to keep a cool head. I wasn't his girl anymore. We're on opposite sides of the law now!
"Fair enough. Anyway, you don't need to worry about your panties. I can pretty much see through them anyway.
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