I've been posting and editing Lake Hiawatha in order to get it up before finishing Pharma and I'm trying to get the whole catalog up before the site closes. I just posted the 7th episode of Lake Hiawatha and I'm about a third of the way through it, maybe close to halfway. Each section around 10k words comes out to about 42 pages, or an hour long television episode by normal screenplay formatting. I'm rapid firing that one, just trying to get it complete.
After Lake Hiawatha, Veto is next. That contains some more spoilers for the later chapters of Pharma. Once those two are done, all that's left is getting Pharma caught up and "Sam and Bubbles".
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Re: Pharma
Lake Hiawatha - A Harbor City Universe Teleplay
VETO - A Harbor City Universe Teleplay
NGL, I miss writing in screenplay format, but it doesn't translate well to web forums. The stories are complete and I'm ready to get back to Pharma. I'm also going to post the last stand-alone I made for the saga concurrently, about Sam and Bubbles. Part of that story takes place before Pharma, some during, and some after Chapter 89.
VETO - A Harbor City Universe Teleplay
NGL, I miss writing in screenplay format, but it doesn't translate well to web forums. The stories are complete and I'm ready to get back to Pharma. I'm also going to post the last stand-alone I made for the saga concurrently, about Sam and Bubbles. Part of that story takes place before Pharma, some during, and some after Chapter 89.
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Re: Pharma
Chapter Tags: MFF,MMF,oral,anal,ncon,bond
Content Warnings: Psychological and Physical Abuse
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Joe and Mari get a crack at Aislinn. Meanwhile Ray's day goes from bad to worse...
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Chapter 76(MFF,MMF,oral,anal,ncon,bond)
“Now, Bianca’s going to finish up cleaning your wife, then the two of you are going to fuck the shit out of Aislinn. Whatever you two want to do to her for the next half hour, she’s all yours. Don’t break anything or scar her up, but you two can take her over to the mattress or take her right here on the table and do with her as you please.” Joe tried to hide his excitement, and did a fairly good job. Mari, not so much. She needed to learn to act better. Aislinn was terrified. At least Drew was kind and loving. Sam continued. “Remember, we’re filming this, so if we don’t think you’re all-in, we’ll fuck you up six ways from Sunday and leave your bodies in the woods for the bears. Got it?”
“Got it.” Joe said. Before JC could even get the camera focused on Joe, he already was halfway across the dining room and grabbing Aislinn by her arm. Mari had pushed Bianca away, who was now licking on her belly, trying to get the last of Tommy’s spunk off of her.
“30 minutes starts now.” With that, Joe and Mari’s time with Aislinn began. Across the room, Morgana couldn’t do anything to help, as she had her husband and her lover’s cocks in her face.
Aislinn screamed as Joe grabbed her by the arm and dragged her across the room. “Come here you little slut.” Try as she might, she couldn’t fight him off or break away. She couldn’t get her footing on the floor, either. Before she knew it, she was caught in a bear hug by Mari and Joe. Joe looked at his wife. “How you want me to do this bitch?” The words echoed in Aislinn’s ear as a sadistic grin grew on Mari’s face.
“Fuck her while she eats me out. When you feel like you’re getting close, stick it in her ass. I want to feel her scream into my cunt while she’s getting assfucked.” Mari said, gripping Aislinn by the cheeks right before spitting in her face.
“No, please don’t-“ Aislinn’s words were cut off by a slap to the face from Mari.
“Shut up you Aussie slut. We’re gonna do to you what we want to do to that bitch of a sister of yours.” Joe said, holding Aislinn’s arms behind her. “All of this is her and Drew’s fault. Enjoy, or don’t.” With that, Joe slammed Aislinn’s body up against the edge of the table and pushed her down, bending her over at the waist. Mari climbed back up on the table and grabbed Aislinn’s hair, holding her in place while her husband held Aislinn’s hips in place and forced himself into her pussy. Aislinn screamed at the intrusion, then again as Joe started pumping into her pussy and even more as Mari grabbed her hair and twisted it.
Morgana looked over as her sister was being raped, but a loud crack next to her brought her attention back in front of her. It was the fat masked man, holding a riding crop.
“If you don’t get a dick in your mouth soon, you’re going to regret it.” Sam said, swinging the riding crop near her. “Now get those dicks clean. Any more delays and hubby here is next with something in his ass.”
She sighed, then reached up and looked up at the sight in front of her. Here stood the two men she loved, her husband to her right and Tommy to her left. She didn’t know what to say. Hell, in another scenario this could be a dream come true, her two lovers sharing her at once. Instead, here she was on her knees, expected to take them both into her mouth while the sounds of her sister being brutally raped filled the air. She looked at both men. Drew looked ashamed and sad, as her right hand reached up and grabbed his member, growing hard in her hand. Tommy, he had a different look, one she had a hard time placing. It was a mix of guilt and something else she couldn’t place at the moment. Not sadness, but almost like the contentment of realizing the best of a bad situation. She grabbed his dick with her left hand, but wasn’t sure which one to start with. Tommy’s hand on the back of her head, pushing her face towards Drew’s cock settled that for her. Morgana took Drew’s cock into her mouth, and felt it start to come to life. At first she couldn’t believe that her husband could be turned on by all of this, then remembered the generic Cialis everyone took earlier. It wasn’t having any effect on her, but Drew was back to mostly erect in under a minute of kissing and licking. Of course, the fact that she could taste her sister on him made her want to gag, but she couldn’t risk it. Not here, not now.
Back at the table, Mari climbed back up on top as Joe pumped into Aislinn with a good rhythm. As soon as he saw her picture, he looked forward to busting her pussy open. The only thing he likes more than fucking skinny bitches was making them cry while fucking them. He had some fun with her last night, but now that he was fully out and one of the villains, he could finally indulge. And indulge he did. He knew the best was yet to come, but right now he enjoyed raping her pussy while Mari made the skinny girl eat her out.
“Make me fucking cum, you cheap slut.” Mari said, pulling Aislinn’s hair as she forced the Aussie’s face into her quim. She held her in place until she could feel Aislinn start licking her pussy. Mari didn’t really care if she came or not, she wanted to hurt Aislinn because hurting her hurt her sister, which was a bonus. But making a hot skinny girl make her cum was fun, too. In between sobs and cries, she felt Aislinn lick and suck away at her pussy.
Morgana had spent a minute or two sucking Drew’s dick clean, but he was now hard as a rock, and she still had to do Tommy. She knew where this was going. At some point in the very near future, these two men would both fuck her. She tried to look at the bright side of this, but there wasn’t much of one given the situation. She moved over to Tommy’s dick, which was mostly erect in her hand before it ever entered her mouth. It only took a few licks and sucks to bring him to full erection. She loved doing that, feeling a dick grow in her mouth, knowing that she had this kind of power and control over a man of her choosing. She gave him a blowjob before returning back to do the same to Drew.
The sucking continued for a couple minutes while Joe fucked Aislinn. As this was going on, Steve moved James and Bianca off of the bench and into some chairs nearby so he could position the bench near Morgana and her boys.
“Morgy, why don’t you get over on this bench. Boys, each of you pick a hole or an end and show her how much you love and appreciate her.” The fat man in the mask said.
Morgana, who had Tommy’s dick in her mouth at the time, stood up and moved onto the bench, laying down on it. With the way she laid, her head was closer to Tommy. Drew took this as his signal to fuck his wife while Tommy went for her head. It wasn’t long before the two men were having a threesome with Morgana.
Not to be ignored, Bubbles had stripped down and decided to enjoy the festivities herself. James, who had done nothing but watch so far this morning, was pleasantly surprised when the young Asian woman mounted him on his chair. She fucked him while she instructed Bianca to eat her ass. This was not something that Bianca liked doing at all, but knew that she had no choice but to comply. She did her best to lick Bubbles’s asshole while she bounced up and down on her lover’s cock.
After a few more minutes, Sam instructed Tommy and Drew to switch positions. Both men complied, but Drew wasn’t exactly thrilled with watching his mate root his mate. His friend mate have sex with his wife mate. English is hard. The two blokes started off focusing on Morgana and her needs, but after a while were trying to outdo each other. Drew thought that Tommy was a little too familiar with Morgana’s body, and those first initial suspicions he had yesterday were coming back. Then again, this could also be the residual guilt he felt from cheating on Morgana with Celeste. And since the intruders know about Celeste, he has to do what they say or else they’ll out his affair to everyone.
Sam knew this was going to take longer than a half hour, but he was cool with that. One lesson that he learned from the Club was about giving false hope. He told Joe and Mari that they had a half hour to do with Aislinn as they pleased. What he didn’t say was that if Drew and Tommy took longer, then Joe and Mari could keep going. One thing that can help that false hope is keeping a clock in view of Aislinn. Assuming she could make out the clock on the end table closest to her, she would spend the next several minutes counting down until the time would pass and nothing would happen. Then the torture would continue. Besides, he knew he had more than enough time with the girls today. They still had at least 20 hours before they left and let Bob and his boys have some fun.
Joe knew that it was close to a half hour by the time he was ready to cum, but he wanted to fuck her ass first. Aislinn was doing a good job of eating out Mari, even bringing her to an orgasm once. When he saw that the clock was down to 3 minutes, he knew it was time to move.
“Only a couple minutes left, you Aussie whore. Feeling good? Hoping this ends soon? Well, get ready for the longest 3 minutes of your life.” Joe said as he pulled his cock out of Aislinn’s pussy and repositioned it onto her tiny little asshole. Unlike the day before, the only lube was her own juices. Mari pulled on Aislinn’s hair a little tighter as Joe pushed his dick into her ass. He didn’t stop after an inch or two, he pushed all the way until he was buried balls deep in her butt. He knew that this would hurt her the most, and he was taking advantage of that. Aislinn howled something fierce as Joe sodomized her, a low guttural sound that shouldn’t be possible from such a skinny little thing. Joe picked up the pace, making her cry with each in and out thrust into her ass.
Aislinn cried as she stared at the clock, waiting for it to turn. Eventually it did. But Joe didn’t stop. And the fat man didn’t stop him, either. Then another minute passed. And another one. Dread set in as she waited for someone, anyone, to say or do something.
“Oh, did I forget to tell you something Aislinn? See your sister over here? I’m not telling Joe to stop fucking your ass until these boys are done fucking her. Until they cover her in nut butter, I’m not telling Joe and Mari to stop. What, you got something to say?” Sam said. Mari let Aislinn’s head rise just a bit from her twat to speak, tears streaming down her cheeks and pussy juice all over her face.
“You better talk or back down you go.” Mari said.
“Please, please make it stop. I’m sorry, please stop, it hurts so much, I want to go home, please, make him stop.” Aislinn said between sobs. Joe just fucked her a little harder with each thrust.
“It’s not up to me sweetcheeks, it’s up to Drew and Tommy. You picked two men, and they hold your fate in your hands. You need to ask them for help. You need to ask them to fuck your sister and cum. You need to talk dirty to them, you need to get your sister to act like a whore to save you.” Sam said all of that with a sadistic grin and a hard-on. He couldn’t wait to take her again later on. But in the meantime, he needed to set the tone. “You got something to say to them?”
“Please, Drew, Tommy, please cum, please, for the love of God fucking cum, please! Morgy, make them cum, help me!” Once again, Aislinn belted out in between sobs.
Morgana hummed and moaned around the cock in her mouth, Drew’s. At first she did whatever she could to block out what was going on with Aislinn, but couldn’t ignore her pleas. She did what she could to get these men to cum for her. Morgana sucked Drew’s dick for all she had and played with his balls with one hand while she rubbed her clit with her free hand. She tried to get into a better rhythm, fucking Tommy back. She knew how each man liked to finish, but if she could get one of them to bust a nut first, then she could focus on the other.
Across the room, Bubbles was having a great time fucking James and getting her ass eaten out by Bianca. She’d came twice during the previous half hour and was on the verge of a third when she heard Aislinn beg for help. The crying, the screaming, the pathetic bleating, she shook violently as she came once more, and James wasn’t going to be far behind. But instead of having him cum in her, she got off and told Bianca to finish him off with her mouth. It didn’t take James long to cum down Bianca’s throat.
Joe kept pounding Aislinn’s ass hard, making her moan in pain. The only thing keeping him from busting a nut here and now was knowing how great this would look on camera. Speaking of the camera, JC kept focusing back and forth on the different pairs, but got some great shots of Aislinn begging for help. This video, hell this scene alone would keep him warm on many a lonely night.
Aislinn kept moaning and begging for help in between thrusts. It paid off. Drew moaned as he shook and sputtered, cumming in Morgana’s mouth. He pulled out as his wife swallowed his seed. That left Tommy fucking Morgana by himself.
“One down, one to go. You girls better help Tommy get off if you want to save what’s left of Aislinn’s ass.” Sam said.
Morgana pushed Tommy out of her as she switched positions, getting into a doggystyle position. She shook her ass invitingly as Tommy took the hint and inserted himself. “Come on, fuck me Tommy, fuck me harder, come on, fuck me, fuck me big boy, mmm…” Morgy wasn’t one normally for dirty talk, but anything she could do right now to help Tommy orgasm, she’d do it.
“Please Tommy, fuck her good, fuck that pussy good. Please, help, owwwwww!” Aislinn screamed out the yelp of pain as Mari twisted her hair in her hand.
Tommy knew he should just focus on fucking Morgana, or picture anything sexy right now, but for him in this moment, there was only one thing sexier than fucking Morgana.
Making her announce it to the world.
“Whose pussy is this? Fuck, whose pussy is this?” Tommy yelled, grabbing Morgana’s hips as he fucked her harder than before. She almost lost balance on the bench.
“Your pussy.” Morgana said, caught up in the moment.
“Whose pussy?” Tommy demanded again.
“Yours Tommy, your pussy, fuck your pussy, fuck your pussy.” There was a small part of Morgana that owned that statement. She would explain to Drew how she was caught up trying to do anything to help her sister. But she meant what she said. This wasn’t the first time she thought it, but yelling out that this was Tommy’s pussy, in front of her husband, was sure going to cause some issues.
“You’re fucking right this is my pussy. FUCK!” Tommy yelled out as he held on for one last pump, planting his seed deep in Morgana. He collapsed on top of her, and she followed suit. The two lovers lay there, panting and moaning. The only other sound in the room was Aislinn’s cries of pain and Joe’s breathing.
“Good job you too. Joe, whenever you’re ready, go ahead and wrap this up.” Sam said.
It didn’t take Joe long to orgasm. He was glad that Tommy came when he did, because he couldn’t last much longer. With a few last thrusts, he buried his dick as far as it would go into Aislinn’s ass as he came. When he pulled out, his dick made a popping sound as it left her body. He let her go, and she fell to the floor, curled up in the fetal position. As Joe made his way to the bathroom, Aislinn’s crying filled the air.
But that wasn’t the only crying taking place in that room. After Tommy and Morgana’s show, they had two choices. Get up off of the bench and sit down quickly, or cuddle for a moment. They cuddled in the afterglow, kissing and saying sweet nothings for a moment, oblivious to the world.
Oblivious to her husband.
Drew just watched one of his best mates, hell, one of his only mates in this country, just fuck the shit out of his wife, got her to scream his name out, then the two of them kissed in front of him and he could’ve sworn he heard them say ‘I love you’s’ under their breath to each other. The fact that they were so familiar, so…good at sex led him to think one thing and one thing only.
Morgana and Tommy are having an affair. And there’s a chance that Morgana is pregnant and it could be Tommy’s, not his.
By the time Morgana got her bearings and Tommy climbed off of her, she saw the tears rolling down his cheeks. He was normally a very stoic man. She knew that seeing her have sex with these men…correction, being raped by these men was too much for him, but seeing her essentially make love to a good friend was what pushed him over the edge.
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The better part of the next hour was spent cleaning up and setting things up for the rest of the day. Aislinn in particular was a mess and Morgana helped her as much as she could. While bathroom breaks were given out, everyone was also given another bottle of water and some snacks. This would be the only other food until dinner. They also went through the remainder of the equipment from the luggage Joe brought in, as well as the stuff Bubbles “bought” on her trip yesterday. Of course, most of that was in Joe’s truck from before. As each girl finished, Bubbles and JC put a leather collar around their necks and attached a dog leash to them. They also bound their wrists in the soft cuffs used on Saturday. Drew, Tommy, and James had leashes attached to their cuffs, with the excuse being that the collars were too small for the men.
As the Really Useful Crew discussed the night before, instead of having organized activities throughout the day like they did yesterday, they’d sequester the girls for the most part. Aislinn would be in the basement, Bianca on the main floor, and Morgana upstairs. If one of the crew members wanted to use the girl in a different part of the house, he could walk her around. They figured that by separating them, they could keep everyone under control a little easier, and let Tommy and James have a little more fun. Once the girls were secured, they would do similar things with Drew, Tommy, and James. Of course, James and Tommy’s sequester would be for show.
Aislinn was taken downstairs and left chained up to the bed from the night before. Bianca was bound to the bed in the main floor’s master bedroom with the music blaring yet again, and Morgana was chained down to her and Drew’s bed, again. Once again, Drew was secured in their room, but this time in the chair facing the bed. Tommy and James were led around to other parts of the house, but only as a distraction.
Pretty soon, everyone figured out how the next few hours of free time would play out. It was looking like a good day for the Club.
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“I’m dying, aren’t I? Yep.” Ray Hibberton had the same basic thought over and over again throughout the night and into the next morning. Each time he tried to move, he couldn’t. His arms stopped working, his legs stopped working, and his chest, that was a whole other matter altogether. Every time he lost consciousness, he told himself “Well, this is it.” It wasn’t that he had no fear of death. On the contrary, he was scared shitless by it. Instead, he came to terms with how his life had went and how he ended up here, dying on some little slut’s bedroom floor. Ray thought about how he focused on his career in finance until he burned out, how he put his job first and family second, how his wife left him and their son David barely spoke to him. He ran back how she found out about his affairs, how he reacted by blaming her for no longer putting out before he raped her on their bed. That was right before the divorce. He thought about how he used that doctorate in Economics to become a college professor, a dream he had since he found out how much free time they have throughout the year. He was thrilled about getting the job offer at Chester County Community College, and how much sweet young eye candy there was each year.
Then he thought about that one fateful night where a fellow professor told him about the Club, and helped him get in. As soon as he was in, he stopped dating women completely. He only dated for sex, and if he didn’t have to put up with their bullshit to get laid, even better. He met some great friends over the years like Steve and Joe and Sam. He remembered the great pieces of ass he made scream over the years, and how his role as a college professor always meant he had a fresh supply of ass to offer up over the years.
As he blacked out again, figuring it was finally it, he thought about how bad this would look. Here he was, lying on the floor of a girl he just raped, with cameras all over the place. There was a part of him that was glad he was dying, because it meant one less thing to deal with later on.
Or so, that was the series of thoughts that went through his head each time he woke up. He had no clue how long he was there. After a while, he just hoped for the monotony to end. That’s when he heard something different, something other than the moaning of the girl on the bed.
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Meg had no clue how long she was there. She knew it was between 9 and 9:30PM when she was attacked and raped. It was dark outside, she could see that much through the curtains but that was it. She couldn’t see much. Each time she tried to move, she couldn’t go far.
Everything happened so fast, it took her a while to get her bearings. One moment she walked into her room, next she was hit with a stun gun or something several times. She never got a good look at him. She thought he sounded old and gruff, but he wore a mask. She felt… she felt his nakedness on him, except for his t-shirt. He kept that on as well. She knew that he came in her, she could feel that. And she felt him slap her on the ass as he talked about round 2, right before he said “Oh my” and those were the last words he said before she heard and felt a couple thumps. Meg could’ve sworn she heard wood splinter as something collided with the dresser. From then on, the only sounds she heard throughout the night were moans and groans.
From the way she was trussed up on the bed, she couldn’t help him even if she wanted to. Whatever happened to him, he deserved it. Her jaw ached from the rubber ring in her mouth. He certainly intended to fuck her face at some point. Her wrists were sore from the handcuffs and her hips and legs hurt from being spread open for so long. Her ankles hurt from the straps he used to tie her down. The only slack she had was the little bit of leeway from the ankle restraints, and that was mostly so he could fuck her better.
Meg couldn’t move her head more than just side to side, and the only thing in her view was the headboard, a desk to her left, and a window with the shade drawn to her right. The lights were on all night.
Once the trauma of the rape settled in and she realized that he wasn’t playing some game with her, she realized that this man was likely going to die in her room. She avoided a painful death, just to have to listen to his final moments a few feet away. The implications ran through her mind, as well as a few other thoughts.
Who was this man? How did he get in? How did he pick her? Why tonight, of all nights? Was he robbing the place? Meg shook that last one off. If this were a robbery, why leave the lights on? No. Besides, she’s a poor college student living in a shared house in East Oakville on the outskirts of Collegetown. The only thing she has of value in this room is her laptop, and that’s the one thing she could see from the bed. If this were a robbery, he’d have yanked the TV or game systems down in the living room, and those were still there. This told her that this man was here to rape her, and probably kill her too. Maybe, if she was lucky, he’d die first.
As the night wore on, Meg did the only thing she could do in her situation. Think. She knew she was home alone, but wasn’t exactly spreading that info around. She didn’t tell too many people, just a couple friends in class and at work. She didn’t think any weirdos overheard her talk about it, and even if they knew, she wasn’t going to be alone for long. This man had to know a lot about her, but she couldn’t place his voice. He didn’t sound like one of her customers, nor one of her teachers or professors. She thought back to every place she said she would be alone this weekend, and not much to came to mind. She used her webcam for class sessions sometimes and for Twitch streaming and a little vlogging, but she’s no Ninja. And she’s only streamed a few times since they moved in. Someone had to know this was her room since he was waiting for her. Could he be one of her crazy fans? She almost scoffed at that. Fan? More like pathetic losers, and she only had a dozen people watching her last stream, and she knew who each of them were. None of them had his voice. He could’ve pieced together that her roommates were members of the Harbor City University Corsairs Marching Band, and that they would be out of state for a football game. Still, that would leave one roommate, Chloe. Could he have been waiting for Chloe but settled for her instead? Maybe, but not likely. If he were, why was he in her room? Was she using her computer again? She didn’t mind if Chloe was an OnlyFans model, but told her not to use her stuff. Still, it helped pay the bills.
As the hours moved slowly, she tried to sleep. Tried being the optimal term. Everything hurt from being bound to her bed, and eventually the worry about who knows what diseases that man ran through her head. He came inside her, so if he had something, now she did as well. Then there was the fear of getting pregnant. Sure, she was on the pill, but still worried. The only measurement of time she had was the creeping of daylight through the closed window shade. Eventually she passed out, thinking about getting help, as her rapist moaned on the floor beside the bed. Her thoughts became hopeful, as they shifted to her roommates.
Crystal and C should be back in the morning from their band trip, and Chloe was seeing her boyfriend and would be back Monday night. She should get rescued soon, but that only worked if this monster either stayed dying on the floor or flat out died. Assuming he was alone.
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Crystal Crabtree was finally feeling refreshed after the long bus trip. The beauty of a chartered bus was sleeping on the way back. She sat next to her best friend, Zoe Sciullo. They became besties over the past couple years they played together on the HCU Marching Band. They both played trumpet, and bonded over so many things in the past couple years. The two even moved into the same dorm together a couple years ago, then rented a house last year. When the lease came up for renewal, one of their roommates moved in with her boyfriend, so they asked around and their other roommate, Chloe, asked her chemistry lab partner Meg if she’d like to move in with them. Meg jumped at the chance and moved in over summer session.
As much as they liked Meg, they were glad to get some time alone, and give her some time alone. A couple weeks back she brought home a guy and they made so much noise, she thought they were filming a porno. Like Chloe, they thought she was OnlyFans, too. Turns out she just likes loud sex.
Crystal looked at her phone as the bus pulled back into campus. 9:30AM. It was about a 7 hour drive back from Syracuse, and they didn’t get on the bus until 2AM. It was a 4 hour game, followed by changing and showering, they weren’t home until very early. Well, early for a Sunday. So early the pair went for breakfast.
They hung out with one of the staff, a man named Jeff. He offered to pay for breakfast. He was a kind man in his late 20’s or early 30’s. Kind of cute, in that dorky band way. Jeff asked a lot of questions about the girls, their roommates, how classes were going, normal stuff. Nothing too flirty or crazy, though he did admit that he stumbled across Meg’s Twitch stream one day. They cracked a couple jokes about her being bad at Rocket League.
It was almost noon by the time they made it back to their house. Since it was on the edge of town, about a mile and a half from the main campus, they walked on this beautiful morning instead of taking the bus. Crystal and Zoe talked about their trip, how the Corsairs lost, how much sleep they’re looking forward to, boys, etc. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary when they arrived home.
Their first clue that something was wrong came shortly after they closed the door behind them. Crystal thought she heard something upstairs, like a moaning or something. This was followed a moment later by wordless, loud groaning.
“Hello? Meg?” Crystal called upstairs, but nothing came for a moment. “Meg, is that you?” Crystal started walking up the stairs calling for her roommate, but no words came. It was only when Crystal was on the steps that she noticed something wasn’t right about the noises.
They weren’t from a woman, but from a man.
“Hello?” Crystal’s tone changed from slightly annoyed to scared in a heartbeat, and Zoe understood. She stood behind Crystal on the steps and immediately grabbed the first thing she could; a broom lying on the floor. They carefully made their way up the steps, waiting to see if the noises changed. It was still the same low, manly groaning.
“Hello? Answer us. If you don’t tell us who you are, we’re calling the cops.” Crystal was scared now, but the groaning continued, but it was followed by another noise. This was a loud, shrieking cry that sounded familiar.
“Meg? You there?…HOLY SHIT! CALL 911 NOW!” Crystal yelled to her friend behind her as she ran into Meg’s room. Zoe was startled but as soon as she could see into Meg’s room, she caught first glimpse of the situation. Their roommate Meg was tied face down, naked, to her bed. She was barely moving and couldn’t talk. On the floor next to the bed lay an old man, crumpled up on the floor, groaning. “ZOE, CALL 911!”
That last panicked screech from Crystal shook Zoe out of her shock enough to pull out her phone. In a moment, it was unlocked and answered on the first ring.
“911, what is the nature of the emergency?”
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To Be Continued...
Content Warnings: Psychological and Physical Abuse
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Joe and Mari get a crack at Aislinn. Meanwhile Ray's day goes from bad to worse...
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Chapter 76(MFF,MMF,oral,anal,ncon,bond)
“Now, Bianca’s going to finish up cleaning your wife, then the two of you are going to fuck the shit out of Aislinn. Whatever you two want to do to her for the next half hour, she’s all yours. Don’t break anything or scar her up, but you two can take her over to the mattress or take her right here on the table and do with her as you please.” Joe tried to hide his excitement, and did a fairly good job. Mari, not so much. She needed to learn to act better. Aislinn was terrified. At least Drew was kind and loving. Sam continued. “Remember, we’re filming this, so if we don’t think you’re all-in, we’ll fuck you up six ways from Sunday and leave your bodies in the woods for the bears. Got it?”
“Got it.” Joe said. Before JC could even get the camera focused on Joe, he already was halfway across the dining room and grabbing Aislinn by her arm. Mari had pushed Bianca away, who was now licking on her belly, trying to get the last of Tommy’s spunk off of her.
“30 minutes starts now.” With that, Joe and Mari’s time with Aislinn began. Across the room, Morgana couldn’t do anything to help, as she had her husband and her lover’s cocks in her face.
Aislinn screamed as Joe grabbed her by the arm and dragged her across the room. “Come here you little slut.” Try as she might, she couldn’t fight him off or break away. She couldn’t get her footing on the floor, either. Before she knew it, she was caught in a bear hug by Mari and Joe. Joe looked at his wife. “How you want me to do this bitch?” The words echoed in Aislinn’s ear as a sadistic grin grew on Mari’s face.
“Fuck her while she eats me out. When you feel like you’re getting close, stick it in her ass. I want to feel her scream into my cunt while she’s getting assfucked.” Mari said, gripping Aislinn by the cheeks right before spitting in her face.
“No, please don’t-“ Aislinn’s words were cut off by a slap to the face from Mari.
“Shut up you Aussie slut. We’re gonna do to you what we want to do to that bitch of a sister of yours.” Joe said, holding Aislinn’s arms behind her. “All of this is her and Drew’s fault. Enjoy, or don’t.” With that, Joe slammed Aislinn’s body up against the edge of the table and pushed her down, bending her over at the waist. Mari climbed back up on the table and grabbed Aislinn’s hair, holding her in place while her husband held Aislinn’s hips in place and forced himself into her pussy. Aislinn screamed at the intrusion, then again as Joe started pumping into her pussy and even more as Mari grabbed her hair and twisted it.
Morgana looked over as her sister was being raped, but a loud crack next to her brought her attention back in front of her. It was the fat masked man, holding a riding crop.
“If you don’t get a dick in your mouth soon, you’re going to regret it.” Sam said, swinging the riding crop near her. “Now get those dicks clean. Any more delays and hubby here is next with something in his ass.”
She sighed, then reached up and looked up at the sight in front of her. Here stood the two men she loved, her husband to her right and Tommy to her left. She didn’t know what to say. Hell, in another scenario this could be a dream come true, her two lovers sharing her at once. Instead, here she was on her knees, expected to take them both into her mouth while the sounds of her sister being brutally raped filled the air. She looked at both men. Drew looked ashamed and sad, as her right hand reached up and grabbed his member, growing hard in her hand. Tommy, he had a different look, one she had a hard time placing. It was a mix of guilt and something else she couldn’t place at the moment. Not sadness, but almost like the contentment of realizing the best of a bad situation. She grabbed his dick with her left hand, but wasn’t sure which one to start with. Tommy’s hand on the back of her head, pushing her face towards Drew’s cock settled that for her. Morgana took Drew’s cock into her mouth, and felt it start to come to life. At first she couldn’t believe that her husband could be turned on by all of this, then remembered the generic Cialis everyone took earlier. It wasn’t having any effect on her, but Drew was back to mostly erect in under a minute of kissing and licking. Of course, the fact that she could taste her sister on him made her want to gag, but she couldn’t risk it. Not here, not now.
Back at the table, Mari climbed back up on top as Joe pumped into Aislinn with a good rhythm. As soon as he saw her picture, he looked forward to busting her pussy open. The only thing he likes more than fucking skinny bitches was making them cry while fucking them. He had some fun with her last night, but now that he was fully out and one of the villains, he could finally indulge. And indulge he did. He knew the best was yet to come, but right now he enjoyed raping her pussy while Mari made the skinny girl eat her out.
“Make me fucking cum, you cheap slut.” Mari said, pulling Aislinn’s hair as she forced the Aussie’s face into her quim. She held her in place until she could feel Aislinn start licking her pussy. Mari didn’t really care if she came or not, she wanted to hurt Aislinn because hurting her hurt her sister, which was a bonus. But making a hot skinny girl make her cum was fun, too. In between sobs and cries, she felt Aislinn lick and suck away at her pussy.
Morgana had spent a minute or two sucking Drew’s dick clean, but he was now hard as a rock, and she still had to do Tommy. She knew where this was going. At some point in the very near future, these two men would both fuck her. She tried to look at the bright side of this, but there wasn’t much of one given the situation. She moved over to Tommy’s dick, which was mostly erect in her hand before it ever entered her mouth. It only took a few licks and sucks to bring him to full erection. She loved doing that, feeling a dick grow in her mouth, knowing that she had this kind of power and control over a man of her choosing. She gave him a blowjob before returning back to do the same to Drew.
The sucking continued for a couple minutes while Joe fucked Aislinn. As this was going on, Steve moved James and Bianca off of the bench and into some chairs nearby so he could position the bench near Morgana and her boys.
“Morgy, why don’t you get over on this bench. Boys, each of you pick a hole or an end and show her how much you love and appreciate her.” The fat man in the mask said.
Morgana, who had Tommy’s dick in her mouth at the time, stood up and moved onto the bench, laying down on it. With the way she laid, her head was closer to Tommy. Drew took this as his signal to fuck his wife while Tommy went for her head. It wasn’t long before the two men were having a threesome with Morgana.
Not to be ignored, Bubbles had stripped down and decided to enjoy the festivities herself. James, who had done nothing but watch so far this morning, was pleasantly surprised when the young Asian woman mounted him on his chair. She fucked him while she instructed Bianca to eat her ass. This was not something that Bianca liked doing at all, but knew that she had no choice but to comply. She did her best to lick Bubbles’s asshole while she bounced up and down on her lover’s cock.
After a few more minutes, Sam instructed Tommy and Drew to switch positions. Both men complied, but Drew wasn’t exactly thrilled with watching his mate root his mate. His friend mate have sex with his wife mate. English is hard. The two blokes started off focusing on Morgana and her needs, but after a while were trying to outdo each other. Drew thought that Tommy was a little too familiar with Morgana’s body, and those first initial suspicions he had yesterday were coming back. Then again, this could also be the residual guilt he felt from cheating on Morgana with Celeste. And since the intruders know about Celeste, he has to do what they say or else they’ll out his affair to everyone.
Sam knew this was going to take longer than a half hour, but he was cool with that. One lesson that he learned from the Club was about giving false hope. He told Joe and Mari that they had a half hour to do with Aislinn as they pleased. What he didn’t say was that if Drew and Tommy took longer, then Joe and Mari could keep going. One thing that can help that false hope is keeping a clock in view of Aislinn. Assuming she could make out the clock on the end table closest to her, she would spend the next several minutes counting down until the time would pass and nothing would happen. Then the torture would continue. Besides, he knew he had more than enough time with the girls today. They still had at least 20 hours before they left and let Bob and his boys have some fun.
Joe knew that it was close to a half hour by the time he was ready to cum, but he wanted to fuck her ass first. Aislinn was doing a good job of eating out Mari, even bringing her to an orgasm once. When he saw that the clock was down to 3 minutes, he knew it was time to move.
“Only a couple minutes left, you Aussie whore. Feeling good? Hoping this ends soon? Well, get ready for the longest 3 minutes of your life.” Joe said as he pulled his cock out of Aislinn’s pussy and repositioned it onto her tiny little asshole. Unlike the day before, the only lube was her own juices. Mari pulled on Aislinn’s hair a little tighter as Joe pushed his dick into her ass. He didn’t stop after an inch or two, he pushed all the way until he was buried balls deep in her butt. He knew that this would hurt her the most, and he was taking advantage of that. Aislinn howled something fierce as Joe sodomized her, a low guttural sound that shouldn’t be possible from such a skinny little thing. Joe picked up the pace, making her cry with each in and out thrust into her ass.
Aislinn cried as she stared at the clock, waiting for it to turn. Eventually it did. But Joe didn’t stop. And the fat man didn’t stop him, either. Then another minute passed. And another one. Dread set in as she waited for someone, anyone, to say or do something.
“Oh, did I forget to tell you something Aislinn? See your sister over here? I’m not telling Joe to stop fucking your ass until these boys are done fucking her. Until they cover her in nut butter, I’m not telling Joe and Mari to stop. What, you got something to say?” Sam said. Mari let Aislinn’s head rise just a bit from her twat to speak, tears streaming down her cheeks and pussy juice all over her face.
“You better talk or back down you go.” Mari said.
“Please, please make it stop. I’m sorry, please stop, it hurts so much, I want to go home, please, make him stop.” Aislinn said between sobs. Joe just fucked her a little harder with each thrust.
“It’s not up to me sweetcheeks, it’s up to Drew and Tommy. You picked two men, and they hold your fate in your hands. You need to ask them for help. You need to ask them to fuck your sister and cum. You need to talk dirty to them, you need to get your sister to act like a whore to save you.” Sam said all of that with a sadistic grin and a hard-on. He couldn’t wait to take her again later on. But in the meantime, he needed to set the tone. “You got something to say to them?”
“Please, Drew, Tommy, please cum, please, for the love of God fucking cum, please! Morgy, make them cum, help me!” Once again, Aislinn belted out in between sobs.
Morgana hummed and moaned around the cock in her mouth, Drew’s. At first she did whatever she could to block out what was going on with Aislinn, but couldn’t ignore her pleas. She did what she could to get these men to cum for her. Morgana sucked Drew’s dick for all she had and played with his balls with one hand while she rubbed her clit with her free hand. She tried to get into a better rhythm, fucking Tommy back. She knew how each man liked to finish, but if she could get one of them to bust a nut first, then she could focus on the other.
Across the room, Bubbles was having a great time fucking James and getting her ass eaten out by Bianca. She’d came twice during the previous half hour and was on the verge of a third when she heard Aislinn beg for help. The crying, the screaming, the pathetic bleating, she shook violently as she came once more, and James wasn’t going to be far behind. But instead of having him cum in her, she got off and told Bianca to finish him off with her mouth. It didn’t take James long to cum down Bianca’s throat.
Joe kept pounding Aislinn’s ass hard, making her moan in pain. The only thing keeping him from busting a nut here and now was knowing how great this would look on camera. Speaking of the camera, JC kept focusing back and forth on the different pairs, but got some great shots of Aislinn begging for help. This video, hell this scene alone would keep him warm on many a lonely night.
Aislinn kept moaning and begging for help in between thrusts. It paid off. Drew moaned as he shook and sputtered, cumming in Morgana’s mouth. He pulled out as his wife swallowed his seed. That left Tommy fucking Morgana by himself.
“One down, one to go. You girls better help Tommy get off if you want to save what’s left of Aislinn’s ass.” Sam said.
Morgana pushed Tommy out of her as she switched positions, getting into a doggystyle position. She shook her ass invitingly as Tommy took the hint and inserted himself. “Come on, fuck me Tommy, fuck me harder, come on, fuck me, fuck me big boy, mmm…” Morgy wasn’t one normally for dirty talk, but anything she could do right now to help Tommy orgasm, she’d do it.
“Please Tommy, fuck her good, fuck that pussy good. Please, help, owwwwww!” Aislinn screamed out the yelp of pain as Mari twisted her hair in her hand.
Tommy knew he should just focus on fucking Morgana, or picture anything sexy right now, but for him in this moment, there was only one thing sexier than fucking Morgana.
Making her announce it to the world.
“Whose pussy is this? Fuck, whose pussy is this?” Tommy yelled, grabbing Morgana’s hips as he fucked her harder than before. She almost lost balance on the bench.
“Your pussy.” Morgana said, caught up in the moment.
“Whose pussy?” Tommy demanded again.
“Yours Tommy, your pussy, fuck your pussy, fuck your pussy.” There was a small part of Morgana that owned that statement. She would explain to Drew how she was caught up trying to do anything to help her sister. But she meant what she said. This wasn’t the first time she thought it, but yelling out that this was Tommy’s pussy, in front of her husband, was sure going to cause some issues.
“You’re fucking right this is my pussy. FUCK!” Tommy yelled out as he held on for one last pump, planting his seed deep in Morgana. He collapsed on top of her, and she followed suit. The two lovers lay there, panting and moaning. The only other sound in the room was Aislinn’s cries of pain and Joe’s breathing.
“Good job you too. Joe, whenever you’re ready, go ahead and wrap this up.” Sam said.
It didn’t take Joe long to orgasm. He was glad that Tommy came when he did, because he couldn’t last much longer. With a few last thrusts, he buried his dick as far as it would go into Aislinn’s ass as he came. When he pulled out, his dick made a popping sound as it left her body. He let her go, and she fell to the floor, curled up in the fetal position. As Joe made his way to the bathroom, Aislinn’s crying filled the air.
But that wasn’t the only crying taking place in that room. After Tommy and Morgana’s show, they had two choices. Get up off of the bench and sit down quickly, or cuddle for a moment. They cuddled in the afterglow, kissing and saying sweet nothings for a moment, oblivious to the world.
Oblivious to her husband.
Drew just watched one of his best mates, hell, one of his only mates in this country, just fuck the shit out of his wife, got her to scream his name out, then the two of them kissed in front of him and he could’ve sworn he heard them say ‘I love you’s’ under their breath to each other. The fact that they were so familiar, so…good at sex led him to think one thing and one thing only.
Morgana and Tommy are having an affair. And there’s a chance that Morgana is pregnant and it could be Tommy’s, not his.
By the time Morgana got her bearings and Tommy climbed off of her, she saw the tears rolling down his cheeks. He was normally a very stoic man. She knew that seeing her have sex with these men…correction, being raped by these men was too much for him, but seeing her essentially make love to a good friend was what pushed him over the edge.
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The better part of the next hour was spent cleaning up and setting things up for the rest of the day. Aislinn in particular was a mess and Morgana helped her as much as she could. While bathroom breaks were given out, everyone was also given another bottle of water and some snacks. This would be the only other food until dinner. They also went through the remainder of the equipment from the luggage Joe brought in, as well as the stuff Bubbles “bought” on her trip yesterday. Of course, most of that was in Joe’s truck from before. As each girl finished, Bubbles and JC put a leather collar around their necks and attached a dog leash to them. They also bound their wrists in the soft cuffs used on Saturday. Drew, Tommy, and James had leashes attached to their cuffs, with the excuse being that the collars were too small for the men.
As the Really Useful Crew discussed the night before, instead of having organized activities throughout the day like they did yesterday, they’d sequester the girls for the most part. Aislinn would be in the basement, Bianca on the main floor, and Morgana upstairs. If one of the crew members wanted to use the girl in a different part of the house, he could walk her around. They figured that by separating them, they could keep everyone under control a little easier, and let Tommy and James have a little more fun. Once the girls were secured, they would do similar things with Drew, Tommy, and James. Of course, James and Tommy’s sequester would be for show.
Aislinn was taken downstairs and left chained up to the bed from the night before. Bianca was bound to the bed in the main floor’s master bedroom with the music blaring yet again, and Morgana was chained down to her and Drew’s bed, again. Once again, Drew was secured in their room, but this time in the chair facing the bed. Tommy and James were led around to other parts of the house, but only as a distraction.
Pretty soon, everyone figured out how the next few hours of free time would play out. It was looking like a good day for the Club.
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“I’m dying, aren’t I? Yep.” Ray Hibberton had the same basic thought over and over again throughout the night and into the next morning. Each time he tried to move, he couldn’t. His arms stopped working, his legs stopped working, and his chest, that was a whole other matter altogether. Every time he lost consciousness, he told himself “Well, this is it.” It wasn’t that he had no fear of death. On the contrary, he was scared shitless by it. Instead, he came to terms with how his life had went and how he ended up here, dying on some little slut’s bedroom floor. Ray thought about how he focused on his career in finance until he burned out, how he put his job first and family second, how his wife left him and their son David barely spoke to him. He ran back how she found out about his affairs, how he reacted by blaming her for no longer putting out before he raped her on their bed. That was right before the divorce. He thought about how he used that doctorate in Economics to become a college professor, a dream he had since he found out how much free time they have throughout the year. He was thrilled about getting the job offer at Chester County Community College, and how much sweet young eye candy there was each year.
Then he thought about that one fateful night where a fellow professor told him about the Club, and helped him get in. As soon as he was in, he stopped dating women completely. He only dated for sex, and if he didn’t have to put up with their bullshit to get laid, even better. He met some great friends over the years like Steve and Joe and Sam. He remembered the great pieces of ass he made scream over the years, and how his role as a college professor always meant he had a fresh supply of ass to offer up over the years.
As he blacked out again, figuring it was finally it, he thought about how bad this would look. Here he was, lying on the floor of a girl he just raped, with cameras all over the place. There was a part of him that was glad he was dying, because it meant one less thing to deal with later on.
Or so, that was the series of thoughts that went through his head each time he woke up. He had no clue how long he was there. After a while, he just hoped for the monotony to end. That’s when he heard something different, something other than the moaning of the girl on the bed.
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Meg had no clue how long she was there. She knew it was between 9 and 9:30PM when she was attacked and raped. It was dark outside, she could see that much through the curtains but that was it. She couldn’t see much. Each time she tried to move, she couldn’t go far.
Everything happened so fast, it took her a while to get her bearings. One moment she walked into her room, next she was hit with a stun gun or something several times. She never got a good look at him. She thought he sounded old and gruff, but he wore a mask. She felt… she felt his nakedness on him, except for his t-shirt. He kept that on as well. She knew that he came in her, she could feel that. And she felt him slap her on the ass as he talked about round 2, right before he said “Oh my” and those were the last words he said before she heard and felt a couple thumps. Meg could’ve sworn she heard wood splinter as something collided with the dresser. From then on, the only sounds she heard throughout the night were moans and groans.
From the way she was trussed up on the bed, she couldn’t help him even if she wanted to. Whatever happened to him, he deserved it. Her jaw ached from the rubber ring in her mouth. He certainly intended to fuck her face at some point. Her wrists were sore from the handcuffs and her hips and legs hurt from being spread open for so long. Her ankles hurt from the straps he used to tie her down. The only slack she had was the little bit of leeway from the ankle restraints, and that was mostly so he could fuck her better.
Meg couldn’t move her head more than just side to side, and the only thing in her view was the headboard, a desk to her left, and a window with the shade drawn to her right. The lights were on all night.
Once the trauma of the rape settled in and she realized that he wasn’t playing some game with her, she realized that this man was likely going to die in her room. She avoided a painful death, just to have to listen to his final moments a few feet away. The implications ran through her mind, as well as a few other thoughts.
Who was this man? How did he get in? How did he pick her? Why tonight, of all nights? Was he robbing the place? Meg shook that last one off. If this were a robbery, why leave the lights on? No. Besides, she’s a poor college student living in a shared house in East Oakville on the outskirts of Collegetown. The only thing she has of value in this room is her laptop, and that’s the one thing she could see from the bed. If this were a robbery, he’d have yanked the TV or game systems down in the living room, and those were still there. This told her that this man was here to rape her, and probably kill her too. Maybe, if she was lucky, he’d die first.
As the night wore on, Meg did the only thing she could do in her situation. Think. She knew she was home alone, but wasn’t exactly spreading that info around. She didn’t tell too many people, just a couple friends in class and at work. She didn’t think any weirdos overheard her talk about it, and even if they knew, she wasn’t going to be alone for long. This man had to know a lot about her, but she couldn’t place his voice. He didn’t sound like one of her customers, nor one of her teachers or professors. She thought back to every place she said she would be alone this weekend, and not much to came to mind. She used her webcam for class sessions sometimes and for Twitch streaming and a little vlogging, but she’s no Ninja. And she’s only streamed a few times since they moved in. Someone had to know this was her room since he was waiting for her. Could he be one of her crazy fans? She almost scoffed at that. Fan? More like pathetic losers, and she only had a dozen people watching her last stream, and she knew who each of them were. None of them had his voice. He could’ve pieced together that her roommates were members of the Harbor City University Corsairs Marching Band, and that they would be out of state for a football game. Still, that would leave one roommate, Chloe. Could he have been waiting for Chloe but settled for her instead? Maybe, but not likely. If he were, why was he in her room? Was she using her computer again? She didn’t mind if Chloe was an OnlyFans model, but told her not to use her stuff. Still, it helped pay the bills.
As the hours moved slowly, she tried to sleep. Tried being the optimal term. Everything hurt from being bound to her bed, and eventually the worry about who knows what diseases that man ran through her head. He came inside her, so if he had something, now she did as well. Then there was the fear of getting pregnant. Sure, she was on the pill, but still worried. The only measurement of time she had was the creeping of daylight through the closed window shade. Eventually she passed out, thinking about getting help, as her rapist moaned on the floor beside the bed. Her thoughts became hopeful, as they shifted to her roommates.
Crystal and C should be back in the morning from their band trip, and Chloe was seeing her boyfriend and would be back Monday night. She should get rescued soon, but that only worked if this monster either stayed dying on the floor or flat out died. Assuming he was alone.
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Crystal Crabtree was finally feeling refreshed after the long bus trip. The beauty of a chartered bus was sleeping on the way back. She sat next to her best friend, Zoe Sciullo. They became besties over the past couple years they played together on the HCU Marching Band. They both played trumpet, and bonded over so many things in the past couple years. The two even moved into the same dorm together a couple years ago, then rented a house last year. When the lease came up for renewal, one of their roommates moved in with her boyfriend, so they asked around and their other roommate, Chloe, asked her chemistry lab partner Meg if she’d like to move in with them. Meg jumped at the chance and moved in over summer session.
As much as they liked Meg, they were glad to get some time alone, and give her some time alone. A couple weeks back she brought home a guy and they made so much noise, she thought they were filming a porno. Like Chloe, they thought she was OnlyFans, too. Turns out she just likes loud sex.
Crystal looked at her phone as the bus pulled back into campus. 9:30AM. It was about a 7 hour drive back from Syracuse, and they didn’t get on the bus until 2AM. It was a 4 hour game, followed by changing and showering, they weren’t home until very early. Well, early for a Sunday. So early the pair went for breakfast.
They hung out with one of the staff, a man named Jeff. He offered to pay for breakfast. He was a kind man in his late 20’s or early 30’s. Kind of cute, in that dorky band way. Jeff asked a lot of questions about the girls, their roommates, how classes were going, normal stuff. Nothing too flirty or crazy, though he did admit that he stumbled across Meg’s Twitch stream one day. They cracked a couple jokes about her being bad at Rocket League.
It was almost noon by the time they made it back to their house. Since it was on the edge of town, about a mile and a half from the main campus, they walked on this beautiful morning instead of taking the bus. Crystal and Zoe talked about their trip, how the Corsairs lost, how much sleep they’re looking forward to, boys, etc. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary when they arrived home.
Their first clue that something was wrong came shortly after they closed the door behind them. Crystal thought she heard something upstairs, like a moaning or something. This was followed a moment later by wordless, loud groaning.
“Hello? Meg?” Crystal called upstairs, but nothing came for a moment. “Meg, is that you?” Crystal started walking up the stairs calling for her roommate, but no words came. It was only when Crystal was on the steps that she noticed something wasn’t right about the noises.
They weren’t from a woman, but from a man.
“Hello?” Crystal’s tone changed from slightly annoyed to scared in a heartbeat, and Zoe understood. She stood behind Crystal on the steps and immediately grabbed the first thing she could; a broom lying on the floor. They carefully made their way up the steps, waiting to see if the noises changed. It was still the same low, manly groaning.
“Hello? Answer us. If you don’t tell us who you are, we’re calling the cops.” Crystal was scared now, but the groaning continued, but it was followed by another noise. This was a loud, shrieking cry that sounded familiar.
“Meg? You there?…HOLY SHIT! CALL 911 NOW!” Crystal yelled to her friend behind her as she ran into Meg’s room. Zoe was startled but as soon as she could see into Meg’s room, she caught first glimpse of the situation. Their roommate Meg was tied face down, naked, to her bed. She was barely moving and couldn’t talk. On the floor next to the bed lay an old man, crumpled up on the floor, groaning. “ZOE, CALL 911!”
That last panicked screech from Crystal shook Zoe out of her shock enough to pull out her phone. In a moment, it was unlocked and answered on the first ring.
“911, what is the nature of the emergency?”
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To Be Continued...
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Chapter Tags: M+F+,M+F,FF+,bond,tort,s&m,ncon,rape,food,a2m
Content Warnings: Excessive use of Frank's Red Hot
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The Really Useful Crew goes to town on the girls...
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Chapter 77(M+F+,M+F,FF+,bond,tort,s&m,ncon,rape,food,a2m)
Everything was set for an afternoon of fun at the cabin. Well, fun for the Really Useful Crew. It was shaping up to be a living hell for everyone else. After Drew, Morgana, Aislinn, and Bianca were secured in their places, the Crew talked about what they were going to do and how James and Tommy would get included in the festivities. The group knew that they had to keep up pretenses for the rest of the day, but still wanted the two that set up up this little shindig to get their fun in, too.
Before anyone went to one of the girls, they had a little meeting, which almost devolved into a fight between JC and James when JC said that he wanted more time with Bianca because he “still needed to break the bitch’s spirit.” James spit back some insults at JC, and the two almost came to blows, with only Steve getting the in the middle of them. It was only Steve’s vouching for JC and James to the others that kept them from attacking one another right then and there. That said, JC agreed to go a little ‘easier’ on Bianca. He wouldn’t beat her too much, maybe some spankings and canings. Still, that left a wide array of activities left.
As they worked out a little gameplan, they took inventory of who fucked whom and how. Joe grabbed a burner laptop he used specifically for Club purposes and made a spreadsheet tracking who did the fucking and how they did it. Considering the company they were in, this didn’t strike anyone as fundamentally mental. The craziest thought that anyone had was that this wasn’t as crazy as it should be. It took a while for everyone to remember who did what, but after a little back and forth Joe had a comprehensive list of the sexual activity from the previous day, more or less. Pretty much every girl had fucked and/or blown every guy, except for Bubbles. She’d fucked and sucked Drew, Tommy, Joe, and James, but not Sam, Steve, or JC. Considering her and Sam were a couple and she’d met Steve when those two helped her kidnap and rape her girlfriend at the time, she didn’t need to do them again unless she wanted to. She still hadn’t fucked JC, but honestly didn’t put that high on her priority list. Maybe it was the fact that he was kind of a dick to everyone, but she wasn’t particularly attracted to him. Physically, she would fuck his brains out during one of her “straight days” but he was just too much of an asshole for her. Considering she was dating a serial rapist in his mid-40’s, that said something. James looked like he had the least amount of action, only fucking Bubbles and Morgana. Bianca was surprisingly second on that list. As much as she was fucked and abused yesterday, Sam still hadn’t fucked her yet. And neither James nor Tommy had buggered any of the girls yet.
The way they worked it out was this. JC was free to go where he wanted but would stay away from James. Steve would work with James for the most part and Sam and Bubbles would take Tommy with them. Mari and Joe would tag up with JC, but he might float around a little bit. This way when Tommy or James were ‘forced’ to fuck one of the girls, they would have plausible deniability.
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Bianca laid on the bed, secured to the headboard again, with a ring gag in her mouth. She hated this thing so much. She hated how it tastes, how it makes her drool, how much it hurts her jaw, but most importantly what it means for what she’ll be expected to do. The only reason this thing existed was for blowjobs. Between this and the loud music, she briefly lost track of time as she sat alone with her thoughts.
She tried to place where she knew that skinny guy they called NotDave from. As she thought more and more, his voice sounded familiar but she couldn’t place it. Instead, she backtracked on what she knew. He mentioned how much she “ruined his life” and how this was payback. She thought about whether or not this asshole was related to her ex-husband Drew, but he didn’t seem familiar. Nor did she recall dating anyone like him, and he seemed too young for her to have done anything crazy to. She didn’t have any run-ins with the law outside of Phil’s bullshit, so that ruled that out. Since it was unlikely that she ran over this guy’s cat or parked in his parking space, all she had to go with was a hunch that she knew him from work. Come to think of it, that was probably the only place this guy could’ve come from.
Bianca ran through everyone she slighted or angered in the last 10 or 15 years. She’d made more than a few enemies over the years, but that comes with being in the auditing department. Her job is to find the buried mistakes and uncover those. As she was thinking about all of the men she’s probably embarrassed over the years, the door opened. It was Mari, Joe, and her assailant with a grudge and that god forsaken riding crop.
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Aislinn worried about what was to come. It was the anxiety that made this unbearable for her. As much as she hated to admit it, the physical aspects of the rapes weren’t too bad. Well, until this afternoon when Joe and Mari really took it out on her. No, the part she dreaded now was waiting to see what was going to happen and how she’ll be punished further. Whatever enjoyment she gathered from Drew’s lovemaking session was wiped away when Joe and Mari raped her. It’s been at least an hour and her ass is still sore. She curled up into a ball as much as she could, though that is still hard with her wrists bound to the bed’s headboard. The only things stopping her from crying out for help is that no one would hear it and the ring gag in her mouth. All that came out was a wordless scream, and she gave that up after a few minutes. She did her best to block out everything by diving into her imagination, but even that had limits. Like, when Joe raped her ass for so long. No amount of pretending makes that go away.
She heard some commotion across the hall, from the theater. It sounded like one of the rapists was setting something up, at least from the yelling and swearing she heard. The voice was different than those she heard earlier, but still familiar. That’s when she placed it; this must be Dad bod’s real voice. He let it slip earlier when all of the craziness happened with the phones. This caused Aislinn to put on her barrister’s wig and get to the bottom of this.
‘Dad bod was purposely hiding his voice. It was different each time he talked, but just a little. Why hide it? He knows someone. Who? It has to be one of us, but which one? Obviously Dave’s not his real name either, or he’s trying to throw us off. No, not his name. Names are easier to place than voices, but the two would jog a memory. I’m new here, so it’s not me, plus he knows I’m over here. If he’s by himself it could be any of us. If he’s with someone, than they don’t know him and that means he knows others. Think Aislinn, think. Everyone works at Pharma but in different parts. I have to see who he’s with and how he behaves around them.’
The door opened. It was Dad bod. “Damn, you are looking fine. Fine enough to fuck.” Steve lowered his voice again as he walked to the bed. He grabbed the leash connected to the collar around her neck and unhooked the cuffs from the headboard. “Come on, I’ve got something special in the next room.” He pulled the skinny woman to her feet and led her across the hall to the theater. James sat in one of the chairs. To her left, she saw something shocking. In high definition on the screen was the action from yesterday. This was the scene where they made her masturbate for the camera. Aislinn froze for a second before Dad bod jerked the chain. “Like what you see? I know I do. Let’s put this movie and that ring gag to good use.” Steve said as he yanked her to the couch with him.
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Upstairs, Morgana and Drew avoided each other’s sight. Drew was thoroughly tied to a chair with full view of the bed. He was bound and gagged, but still sporting a hard-on thanks to the Cialis they forced him to take. In front of him lay his wife, bound to the bed like she was last night, but with an added ring gag for when one of these sick fucks wanted to fuck her throat. But that wasn’t what upset him so. It wasn’t the knowledge of another series of rapes, but how she gave herself over to Tommy so fully. How she fucked him, what she said, those words burned his soul.
Morgana knew Drew hurt and if she could explain why she did what she did, said what she said to protect her sister, he would understand. If she would ever get the chance, she’d make it right. She tried to say something, but couldn’t form the words.
Any hope of fixing this ran out when the door opened. Tommy was pushed in, nearly stumbling onto his face. Behind him was Kim and the chubby guy, and she had bad intentions hanging between her legs.
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Joe, Mari, and JC took turns fucking Bianca over the next hour. It started with JC fucking her ass while Joe and Mari got worked up watching. Then Joe joined in by raping her mouth as Mari did her best to eat her out and get as much of her hand up Bianca’s twat as possible. As Bianca cried out for relief, they switched positions with JC going ass to mouth, Joe taking her pussy, and Mari trying to fist Bianca’s ass. She didn’t get very far with that. All the while, the three took turns beating her with the riding crop.
JC came in Bianca’s mouth and made her clean up his cock, the second time he’s gone A2M on her this weekend. As Joe fucked her pussy then her ass, JC went to the phone box and grabbed Bianca’s phone. He couldn’t unlock it, but didn’t need to for his purposes. The lock screen was a picture of her daughter, Sophie. JC held the phone up so she could see it while Joe fucked her ass.
“That’s a real cutie you’ve got there, bitch. She looks a lot like you. Probably gonna be a cockteasing whore just like her mommy. What you think, she gonna be a slut like you?” Bianca said nothing as he continued talking. “Assuming you survive, we’re gonna know where you live, where that little slut in training sleeps. You even think of telling anyone about this weekend, I’m gonna pay the two of you a visit. Think she’d like that? Oh, she’s like you, she’d fucking love it. Maybe mommy can help teach Sophie how to fuck like a big girl, take it up the ass just like you. Think we should pay her a visit?” The thought of imagining her daughter being assaulted by this monster was too much for her to bear and she broke down, sobbing hysterically and shaking her head violently. “Good. Looks like we’re on the same page. Then again, you’re such a depraved whore that you might blab just to see what we do to her. Wouldn’t put it past you, you sick fuck.” JC slapped her across the face, then kneeled in front of her, his dick still hard from the Cialis. He loved seeing her tear-stained cheeks swell as she struggled to take his cock in her mouth. JC knew the Club’s rules about no children, but she didn’t, and that primal fear was what he was looking for. The existential fear of never knowing when the boogeyman would show up.
As Mari stepped back, she watched JC and her husband take turns fucking Bianca, eventually double teaming her in the ass and pussy. Then she joined back in, making Bianca service her. They had quite the time before passing her on.
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Down in the theater, Steve made Aislinn suck off both he and James while they watched the video of her forced lesbian sessions. Steve really enjoyed it when it came time for the two sisters to eat each other out. He moved positions so that she could see what she looked like with her head between her sister’s legs. He then shifted positions again, ordering her to fuck James.
Steve and James worked out a plan earlier where the older man would get to bugger her. After figuring out that buggering means a good old fashioned ass fucking, they came up with a plan. It was time to put the plan into action. He ordered James to pull out of her pussy and to fuck her bum. When he hesitated, he reached back to punch the older man. Aislinn saw this, so she didn’t fight as much as she would’ve normally. Once James was in, he fucked that cute little tushy to the moans and screams of both sisters.
Once James came, it was Steve’s turn and he knew exactly what he wanted to do. While Aislinn was still getting her bearings after getting fucked in the ass by James, Steve grabbed her and slammed her down onto his cock. On the TV, the video changed to that of her first rape yesterday. While he fucked her like a jackhammer, he moaned and groaned. It was during this assault that he slipped up again, using his normal voice.
Aislinn realized that James wasn’t the person Dad Bod was hiding from.
Eventually Steve pulled out of her pussy and fucked her ass until he pulled out and came in her face. He took the degradation to another level when he shoved his cock, which was just in her ass, into her mouth. With the ring gag in place, she had no choice but to taste her foulness.
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Sam and Bubbles wasted little time getting to work on Morgana. As soon as they came in, they unhooked the blonde Aussie from the bed and forced her to suck them off. Bubbles told Morgana that she better do a good job on her strap-on because that was all the lube she was going to get. Sure enough, Bubbles pulled out and raped Morgana’s pussy while Sam was getting a blowjob.
After several minutes of this, Sam directed the three of them to the hot tub, where the couple took turns fucking Morgana in her twat before they penetrated both her ass and pussy. At first, Sam was in her backdoor but they switched after a while. Sam wanted to cum in her pussy while Bubbles made the blonde woman lick her strap-on clean. The chubby man got his wish and blasted his load deep into Morgana while his quasi-girlfriend went ass to mouth on her.
Meanwhile, Tommy and Drew were bound on the other side of the room, watching this unfold. Drew refused to look at Tommy during any of this mess. He was still broken up over how his wife screamed for Tommy to fuck her just a meter of front of him. And the way Tommy fucked her all but confirmed to him that the two of them were having an affair. Drew blamed himself at first, realizing he did a similar thing with Celeste, but then he was filled with rage, then settled down to see things clearly. With the way Morgy was acting this weekend, she was likely pregnant. Assuming she still was when, if, they made it home, he would ask for a DNA test. It might take a while to get results but he wanted to know if it was his. If it was Tommy’s, then it likely happened before they ever came to this god forsaken camp. Of course, the lawyer in him knew that with everything that took place, she would have the perfect alibi if it was Tommy’s.
For Tommy’s part, he was enjoying the show. The Cialis was still working so he was harder than differential calculus watching Morgana get used like this, and it gave him a great excuse for why he was so aroused.
As Sam and Bubbles wrapped things up in the hot tub, there was a knock at the door. JC, Joe, and Mari led Bianca into the room. She looked like shit and was led over to Drew’s chair. JC had the camera in his hand, filming as he spoke. Sam and Bubbles made sure that Morgana got a good view of her boss sucking her husband’s cock. At JC’s order, Bianca mounted Drew and fucked him. Morgana was brought back to the bed and forced to watch as JC filmed them and molested her, pointing out how great Drew’s cock looked sliding in and out of Bianca’s twat. JC was still hard and was starting to worry about the side effects when Joe and Mari decided to hit the trifecta of asses.
But JC wanted to see something first. After a quick sidebar with Sam, they made Bianca shift her position enough for Tommy to fuck her, too. Pretty soon, both of Morgana’s loves were balls deep in her best stateside friend.
This went on for a while. Tommy didn’t want to cum, and Drew couldn’t. But as this went on, JC went from molesting Morgana to facefucking her. Joe was fucking her pussy while Mari spanked the shit out of her ass. JC kept the camera as steady as he could. As the action heated up, Sam and Bubbles went down to the basement to see how things were going down there.
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There was no amount of mouthwash in the world that could wash away the taste of blood, shit, and semen. The only reprieve came when Dad bod was so spent that he just sat there and watched her rape from yesterday. It was just a matter of time before she was used again. She curled up into a ball while she waited her fate.
That’s when the chubby guy and Kim entered the theater. Kim wore a strap-on dildo and eyed Aislinn like a hungry animal. It wasn’t long before Kim was spitting on Aislinn’s battered asshole and pushing herself in. Aislinn tried to block out the assault the only way she could, by trying to focus on anything else. The only other foci in the room was the video of her rape from yesterday, and Dad bod talking to Chubby man.
They stood in front of James as they talked. Aislinn couldn’t make out the words, but it sounded like a huddle. They planned out the rest of the night but the pain was too much to ignore. She noticed one thing. Dad bod used his regular voice in front of James again.
When the two men bored of planning and watching videos, they all went to the common area, where they tied Aislinn down to the pool table, bent over the side, and everyone took turns fucking her. She couldn’t see who it was and lost count as more men and women used and abused her. Someone shoved a pool cue into her bum, thick end first, then tried to force the 8-ball into her twat. After some persistence, it stayed in place. Dad bod ordered her to keep it in place until they came back for her.
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While Tommy and Drew were both forced to fuck Bianca, Bubbles slipped downstairs to grab something from the living room. She returned with some of Mari and Joe’s sex toys, especially the nipple clamps and riding crop. Sam and Bubbles left to visit Aislinn as Joe, Mari, and JC had their fun with Morgana.
And by fun, they meant torture. Mari didn’t forget all the shit her and her sister put her through, and even what she did so far didn’t make them close to even in her mind. She still wanted to extract her pound of flesh from that Aussie cunt.
They started by making Morgana watch her two lovers fuck her friend and boss, Bianca. They made Bianca switch positions a couple times, giving both Tommy and Drew a chance in both her pussy and ass. As this was going on, Mari used a vibrator on Morgana to tease her while Joe attached the nipple clamps and chained them together. Mari kept edging Morgana but each time she would approach an orgasm, she’d grab on the chain and pull hard. They attached some small weights to add even more pain. Eventually Joe was good and hard again, so the couple forced Morgana onto all fours so he could fuck her doggystyle. This caused her tits to hurt even more as the weights pulled down on them. As she mewled through her gag, Joe fucked her with long, hard strokes. Mari held off on the vibrator until Joe gave her the signal. That signal was when he pulled out of her pussy and stuck his dick in her ass. Morgana screamed through her ring gag, and Mari used the vibrator to elicit an orgasm from her against her will. It took several minutes, but Morgana came with a dick in her ass. That’s when Mari went from using the vibrator to beating Morgana with the riding crop, focusing on her ass, back, and feet.
Across the room, Tommy couldn’t hold out any longer and came in Bianca’s ass. Drew wasn’t too far behind on his own orgasm. He didn’t want to admit it, but he’s always wanted to explore some S&M stuff with Morgana. Seeing and hearing what was going on over on the bed might be the closest he ever got. Plus, he was still hurt from his earlier revelation about her and Tommy. Still, what Joe and Mari were doing was brutal and sadistic.
And it turned him on. He kept watching the show, as Joe fucked Morgy’s ass hard and deep while Mari whipped her feet. Even when Joe pulled his cock out of her ass after he came, Mari didn’t stop beating her with the riding crop. It was only after the skinny guard called for a pause so he could make Morgy blow him did they relent. Even that was just for a short while until she was in a good enough position to resume the beating.
This continued until JC came and told the pair it was time for dinner, and that Mari was cooking. Morgana was cuffed back up to the bed, and Bianca and Tommy were led downstairs. Even still, JC complained about how his hard-on still wasn’t going down.
The couple sat in silence for what felt an eternity until Dad Bod and JC came for Morgana. They took her to the bathroom, then led her downstairs. Several minutes later, they did the same for Drew, allowing him a moment to use the bathroom by himself.
When he came downstairs, what he saw shocked him. Aislinn, Bianca, and Morgana were bound down to the large table, and the food was placed on top of them. Or in them, from what he could see of the corn on the cob and Aislinn’s twat.
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Dinner was a surreal experience. After the steak, salad, rolls, and corn on the cob were cooked by Mari and Joe, the girls were brought down and strapped down to the table. They were bound backs down-chests up with their hips off of one edge and their heads dangling off of the other, ring gags still in place. They were tied down in a back to forth orientation, so Morgana’s head was by Bianca’s pussy, and on Bianca’s other side was Aislinn. Their heads were secured in place by having their hair tied to the benches beneath them. If the women could move, they’d see each other’s struggles. After the women were tied down, the chubby man gave them their instructions. They are to serve the men and not drop or spill anything. If they do, they get beaten.
Mari placed the plates and bowls of food on the women as the men were led to the dining room. Tommy and James were told that if they tried anything, the girls would suffer and they ate second. Drew was brought down after Mari decided to “guarantee” that the veg head sisters would each get at least one ear of corn, and she had the perfect places to put them. Drew came down the steps right as Mari finished shoving a corn cob up Aislinn’s twat and was doing the same to Drew’s wife. The corn caused a great deal of discomfort, due to the size and temperature. JC used this opportunity to help himself to Aislinn’s mouth as she cried. Steve did the same to Morgana while the others ate at the dining room bar top. Sam made himself a steak sandwich and ate it while he fucked Bianca. After he came, Mari decided to give her the corncob treatment as well. As she walked past Morgana, she “bumped” into her, knocking most of the remaining salad bowl onto the floor. “Whoops, there goes your dinner.” She then slapped Morgana as hard as she could across her tits, which still had the nipple clamps on them. Morgana screamed something fierce around Steve’s cock.
Sam, Steve, Joe, Mari, and JC finished up dinner, with JC still complaining about his hard-on not going down from the generic Cialis from earlier. Even after forcing all three of the women to blow him and cumming one more time in Morgana’s mouth, it still wouldn’t go down and he was in some considerable pain. James smiled at JC’s plight.
Tommy, James, and Drew were allowed to eat, but only after drawing straws and being “forced” to play along. Each man had a choice of dinner plate laid out with different options. One had steak and corn, the other a smaller steak and salad, and the third had leftover wings. The rules were simple, as the chubby man described them. Each plate was assigned to one of the girls tied down. The guys would each pick a girl to start but would rotate out after two minutes. Whoever came first would win that girl’s plate. The guy could then eat.
The girl that won first place gets her choice of dinner from their selection of either a small steak dinner, the remaining rolls, or the remaining corn and salad. However, there was a catch. “Remember the corn from earlier? That is one of their dinners. One of them will have to eat the corn that was inside them. All the food is thrown out ten minutes after the first of the three guys cum if those ears of corn aren’t picked clean.” He made sure the girls heard this loud and clear. “Understand, you don’t have to eat your own, but it may come down to that. And no puking, that means none of you get to eat. Got me? Good.”
With that, each of the men were ungagged and uncuffed. They didn’t know which dinner was associated to which girl, but at this point didn’t care. The clock started when the first dick, Tommy’s, entered the first mouth, Aislinn. James went with Morgana because Drew made a bee line to the closest woman, Bianca. Since the women were bound with their heads pulled back so far, it was less of a blowjob and more of a throatfucking. Tommy was the first to cum, not even getting out of the first round as he enjoyed fucking Aislinn’s mouth. As soon as he pulled out and saw his seed spill down her face, Sam spoke up.
“Ten minutes starts now. Dave, NotDave, help her out. Tommy, since you came in Aislinn, you get the steak and salad.” Tommy made his way over to the countertop and devoured his dinner.
As Steve and JC helped untie Aislinn, they uncuffed her and removed the ring gag as well. Her jaw was on fire and every part of her body hurt, especially her cunt. She moved her jaw up and down to regain some feeling in it as she reached down and grabbed the corncob wedged in her. She shuddered at the sight and smell of it. And the thought that it was in her pussy, which had been used and abused all day…
“Switch guys. Ten minutes, Aishy. Hurry up and get to eating.” Sam said.
That’s when she had a thought. While James was starting to throatfuck Bianca, Aislinn climbed between Bianca’s legs and as gently as she could removed that ear of corn and replaced it with her own.
“Interesting strategy.” Sam said. Aislinn saw that it was still nasty as fuck, but then had another idea. She hoped this worked. Aislinn was a vegan and would like to stay that way, but the chubby guy said nothing about adding things to the corn and it was this or ranch dressing. She made her way to the fridge, looking for something. “What are you doing?” He said as Aislinn emerged with a bottle of Frank’s Red Hot. Over the sink, Aislinn dumped copious amounts of hot sauce on the corn, completely covering it before taking a bite.
“That’s different.” Sam said. Aislinn took another bite, then another. This was the nastiest thing she’s ever eaten, but being drowned in hot sauce made it slightly less nauseous. In less than a minute, the corn was done and Aislinn’s mouth was on fire. Mari was pissed about this loophole, but Sam let it go.
Back at the table, James was taking his time with Bianca. He tried to be easy on her after everything she’s been through.
Drew, on the other hand, fucked Morgana’s throat hard and fast, hurting his wife and making her cry. She looked up at him, begging him with her eyes to either slow down or finish. This wasn’t like him. He knew it wasn’t like him, but he didn’t care at this point. Whether it was seeing her bound like this, or picturing her fucking Tommy, thinking about how much they’ve likely fucked, how Tommy made her scream for more, Drew couldn’t and wouldn’t stop. He grabbed the sides of her head as he came hard down her throat, nearly choking her.
“Okay Drew’s done. Go get your chicken wings and relax. But you girls better hurry up with that corn.” Drew was always going to get the wings. That was the beauty of the game Sam played. Now, it was up to the sisters being even nastier to survive.
Steve and JC helped untie and ungag Morgana. Aislinn came over and hugged her sister for the first time in who knows how long but they didn’t have time to relax. They had to eat the most vile thing imaginable. At least there was hot sauce.
“Wow, they do put that shit on everything.” Bubbles said, watching from a distance, lost in a conversation on her phone.
Morgana ate the corn cob that was in her friend Bianca after drowning it in the hot sauce, but that left one left and little time left.
“One minute left.” Sam said. The two sisters looked at each other for a moment before realizing what they had to do. They split the ear, took turns with the hot sauce, and finished it “just in time.” By an amazing coincidence, James didn’t cum until after the sisters ate the nastiest corn on the planet, saving Bianca from that fate.
James got the steak and corn plate for dinner. Aislinn took the salad while Morgana had the rolls and Bianca, the only normal meat eater of the three, had the steak.
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As the night rolled on, the festivities wore down. Everyone was tired, and as much as they enjoyed watching the three women fuck each other with strap-ons, it was getting late. They would have to vacate the property tomorrow morning and take all traces of their presence with them before Bob showed up. While everyone had monitored screen time before bed, Bubbles showed Sam some messages she received, making sure he was on board with it.
“If you’re absolutely sure about this.” Sam said with a sense of worry. She kissed him, lightly then deep. Then she responded to the encrypted messages on her phone.
“I’m in, how’s this work?”
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Bob watched the footage from Running Bear Cabin while his new pet, Maddie Kosar, sucked him off. Normally getting a blowjob from a gorgeous brunette sex slave in training would take all of his focus, but his head wasn’t in it. Well, his dickhead was in her mouth, but his thoughts were elsewhere. They were on his various business ventures, the crazy shit happening at the cabin, and all of his future initiatives. Three in particular were on his mind.
First, watching the gang rape unfold on screen made him realize that this was going to get expensive to keep it out of the news. This was easily a 6 or 7 figure payout with some NDA’s and a few threats along the way. He didn’t like to kill innocent people, too many questions and even he couldn’t keep that quiet up here. He and Sheriff Ryland Holmes went way back, but he won’t turn a blind eye to a bunch of tourists dying in his county. So Bob will have to pay them off. He only needs to worry about 4 of them but will make paper offers to two more. Since Tommy and James were in the Club, their payoff will be “reinvested” into a project and buried as a line item on some spreadsheet somewhere down the line, or they’ll get ownership of a timeshare, some bullshit like that. Bob figured the women will shut up with anywhere between 50k and 250k each. If it goes too high, too many questions will be asked, and an accident can be arranged, but seeing the hell they’re going through, he figures about half to 3/4 of a million should suffice. Drew could get expensive, but blackmail is always an option.
Second, he needed Sam and Bubbles to move fast. They would have to get their companies started up right away, and she would have to be on the origination documents. There is a contract Bob wants to bid on to make an apartment building in Harbor City but the bid has to be from a minority-owned and/or women-owned business. Bubbles is both. But they have to work fast before any competition comes to play.
Which leads Bob to his final problem of the day, the Yakuza. Apparently two of his old running buddies, Paul Damato and Gary Spencer, were in town on an errand for a mutual friend of theirs in Tokyo. Paul and Gary were brothers from another mother, grew up with Bob and showed up in town unannounced last night with a package. Kono Rin. A beautiful Japanese woman who grew up in the world of the Yakuza and was on the run from a rival gang. A turf war went bad and she went to ground. Paul and Gary were tasked with making her disappear, but one thing led to another and now she’s pregnant with one of their kids. She can’t go back to Japan, and they don’t want to kill her, but without some proof of death, they’re all next.
That’s when Bob had an idea. He knows that most Americans can’t tell the difference between a Korean and a Japanese woman, Sheriff Ryland included. And sitting in Running Bear is a woman that looks a hell of a lot like Kono Rin. Hot, Asian, covered in tats, even if they were fake. He formulated an idea where the cameras outside of Running Bear would catch an Asian woman running for her life, a few shots, her falling down the hill to the creek out of range of the cameras, and Rin’s DNA would be found on said clothes. But then the good Sheriff would ask about the gang rape in the cabin and investigate that. So that would have to be included in the plan. And if the survivors of the cabin could prove that Bubbles was there, then taken outside and shot, that would keep them quiet going forward, he figured. Being involved in a murder makes people think they’re all noble, but they just want to mind their own business. That, combined with a nice payout to stay out of the news, and this could work.
Bob messaged Bubbles his plan. It was crazy, audacious, and had about a hundred ways it could go wrong. Mainly the whole faking the death thing, but not only did he assuage her fears there, he also reminded her that he needs her alive for the business side of things. After some back and forth, she agreed. They spent time working out the details while training Maddie. He even thought about bringing her along if they could make it work.
He logged off, watching a live feed of the action at Running Bear, his dick up Maddie’s well-fucked ass, imagining how great it would be to fuck Morgana in the morning. And Aislinn. And Bianca.
And Bubbles.
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It was all a blur. First there was the screaming and yelling, then the crying, and more screaming. He couldn’t move to see who it was, but there were three girls. One of them was that blonde bitch Meg. That’s who cried the most. The other two must be roommates. What did that note say, Crystal and Zoe? Chloe? Something like that. Two of them were band nerds and his source insisted they would be gone until late morning. ‘If they’re here, it must be late.’ Ray thought that to himself as he lay awkwardly on the floor. He was beginning to fade out again when this time he heard the next voice. It sounded like a policeman. ‘Great, I get a heart attack and I’ll get shot by a pig next.’ He felt some hands on him, but he couldn’t move or respond. Then some talk into the walkie talkie, and that was it.
Next thing he knew, he was being jostled around. A bright light shone in his eye, then the next one. Behind the light was a black woman, asking him his name, what year it was. He couldn’t respond even if he wanted to. He was flat on his back now, being lifted up in the air. He tried to look around but his head would not move.
He was outside, then inside and moving. No, it’s an ambulance. He couldn’t make out much, but he knew this woman, this EMT, hated his guts. Then he was inside the ER, then everything got all fuzzy. He heard sedation or something like it. Before he passed out, he saw a bunch of medical personnel, and a cop standing behind them.
“Keep him alive, Doc. He’s got a lot to answer for.”
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To Be Continued...
Content Warnings: Excessive use of Frank's Red Hot
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The Really Useful Crew goes to town on the girls...
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Chapter 77(M+F+,M+F,FF+,bond,tort,s&m,ncon,rape,food,a2m)
Everything was set for an afternoon of fun at the cabin. Well, fun for the Really Useful Crew. It was shaping up to be a living hell for everyone else. After Drew, Morgana, Aislinn, and Bianca were secured in their places, the Crew talked about what they were going to do and how James and Tommy would get included in the festivities. The group knew that they had to keep up pretenses for the rest of the day, but still wanted the two that set up up this little shindig to get their fun in, too.
Before anyone went to one of the girls, they had a little meeting, which almost devolved into a fight between JC and James when JC said that he wanted more time with Bianca because he “still needed to break the bitch’s spirit.” James spit back some insults at JC, and the two almost came to blows, with only Steve getting the in the middle of them. It was only Steve’s vouching for JC and James to the others that kept them from attacking one another right then and there. That said, JC agreed to go a little ‘easier’ on Bianca. He wouldn’t beat her too much, maybe some spankings and canings. Still, that left a wide array of activities left.
As they worked out a little gameplan, they took inventory of who fucked whom and how. Joe grabbed a burner laptop he used specifically for Club purposes and made a spreadsheet tracking who did the fucking and how they did it. Considering the company they were in, this didn’t strike anyone as fundamentally mental. The craziest thought that anyone had was that this wasn’t as crazy as it should be. It took a while for everyone to remember who did what, but after a little back and forth Joe had a comprehensive list of the sexual activity from the previous day, more or less. Pretty much every girl had fucked and/or blown every guy, except for Bubbles. She’d fucked and sucked Drew, Tommy, Joe, and James, but not Sam, Steve, or JC. Considering her and Sam were a couple and she’d met Steve when those two helped her kidnap and rape her girlfriend at the time, she didn’t need to do them again unless she wanted to. She still hadn’t fucked JC, but honestly didn’t put that high on her priority list. Maybe it was the fact that he was kind of a dick to everyone, but she wasn’t particularly attracted to him. Physically, she would fuck his brains out during one of her “straight days” but he was just too much of an asshole for her. Considering she was dating a serial rapist in his mid-40’s, that said something. James looked like he had the least amount of action, only fucking Bubbles and Morgana. Bianca was surprisingly second on that list. As much as she was fucked and abused yesterday, Sam still hadn’t fucked her yet. And neither James nor Tommy had buggered any of the girls yet.
The way they worked it out was this. JC was free to go where he wanted but would stay away from James. Steve would work with James for the most part and Sam and Bubbles would take Tommy with them. Mari and Joe would tag up with JC, but he might float around a little bit. This way when Tommy or James were ‘forced’ to fuck one of the girls, they would have plausible deniability.
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Bianca laid on the bed, secured to the headboard again, with a ring gag in her mouth. She hated this thing so much. She hated how it tastes, how it makes her drool, how much it hurts her jaw, but most importantly what it means for what she’ll be expected to do. The only reason this thing existed was for blowjobs. Between this and the loud music, she briefly lost track of time as she sat alone with her thoughts.
She tried to place where she knew that skinny guy they called NotDave from. As she thought more and more, his voice sounded familiar but she couldn’t place it. Instead, she backtracked on what she knew. He mentioned how much she “ruined his life” and how this was payback. She thought about whether or not this asshole was related to her ex-husband Drew, but he didn’t seem familiar. Nor did she recall dating anyone like him, and he seemed too young for her to have done anything crazy to. She didn’t have any run-ins with the law outside of Phil’s bullshit, so that ruled that out. Since it was unlikely that she ran over this guy’s cat or parked in his parking space, all she had to go with was a hunch that she knew him from work. Come to think of it, that was probably the only place this guy could’ve come from.
Bianca ran through everyone she slighted or angered in the last 10 or 15 years. She’d made more than a few enemies over the years, but that comes with being in the auditing department. Her job is to find the buried mistakes and uncover those. As she was thinking about all of the men she’s probably embarrassed over the years, the door opened. It was Mari, Joe, and her assailant with a grudge and that god forsaken riding crop.
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Aislinn worried about what was to come. It was the anxiety that made this unbearable for her. As much as she hated to admit it, the physical aspects of the rapes weren’t too bad. Well, until this afternoon when Joe and Mari really took it out on her. No, the part she dreaded now was waiting to see what was going to happen and how she’ll be punished further. Whatever enjoyment she gathered from Drew’s lovemaking session was wiped away when Joe and Mari raped her. It’s been at least an hour and her ass is still sore. She curled up into a ball as much as she could, though that is still hard with her wrists bound to the bed’s headboard. The only things stopping her from crying out for help is that no one would hear it and the ring gag in her mouth. All that came out was a wordless scream, and she gave that up after a few minutes. She did her best to block out everything by diving into her imagination, but even that had limits. Like, when Joe raped her ass for so long. No amount of pretending makes that go away.
She heard some commotion across the hall, from the theater. It sounded like one of the rapists was setting something up, at least from the yelling and swearing she heard. The voice was different than those she heard earlier, but still familiar. That’s when she placed it; this must be Dad bod’s real voice. He let it slip earlier when all of the craziness happened with the phones. This caused Aislinn to put on her barrister’s wig and get to the bottom of this.
‘Dad bod was purposely hiding his voice. It was different each time he talked, but just a little. Why hide it? He knows someone. Who? It has to be one of us, but which one? Obviously Dave’s not his real name either, or he’s trying to throw us off. No, not his name. Names are easier to place than voices, but the two would jog a memory. I’m new here, so it’s not me, plus he knows I’m over here. If he’s by himself it could be any of us. If he’s with someone, than they don’t know him and that means he knows others. Think Aislinn, think. Everyone works at Pharma but in different parts. I have to see who he’s with and how he behaves around them.’
The door opened. It was Dad bod. “Damn, you are looking fine. Fine enough to fuck.” Steve lowered his voice again as he walked to the bed. He grabbed the leash connected to the collar around her neck and unhooked the cuffs from the headboard. “Come on, I’ve got something special in the next room.” He pulled the skinny woman to her feet and led her across the hall to the theater. James sat in one of the chairs. To her left, she saw something shocking. In high definition on the screen was the action from yesterday. This was the scene where they made her masturbate for the camera. Aislinn froze for a second before Dad bod jerked the chain. “Like what you see? I know I do. Let’s put this movie and that ring gag to good use.” Steve said as he yanked her to the couch with him.
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Upstairs, Morgana and Drew avoided each other’s sight. Drew was thoroughly tied to a chair with full view of the bed. He was bound and gagged, but still sporting a hard-on thanks to the Cialis they forced him to take. In front of him lay his wife, bound to the bed like she was last night, but with an added ring gag for when one of these sick fucks wanted to fuck her throat. But that wasn’t what upset him so. It wasn’t the knowledge of another series of rapes, but how she gave herself over to Tommy so fully. How she fucked him, what she said, those words burned his soul.
Morgana knew Drew hurt and if she could explain why she did what she did, said what she said to protect her sister, he would understand. If she would ever get the chance, she’d make it right. She tried to say something, but couldn’t form the words.
Any hope of fixing this ran out when the door opened. Tommy was pushed in, nearly stumbling onto his face. Behind him was Kim and the chubby guy, and she had bad intentions hanging between her legs.
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Joe, Mari, and JC took turns fucking Bianca over the next hour. It started with JC fucking her ass while Joe and Mari got worked up watching. Then Joe joined in by raping her mouth as Mari did her best to eat her out and get as much of her hand up Bianca’s twat as possible. As Bianca cried out for relief, they switched positions with JC going ass to mouth, Joe taking her pussy, and Mari trying to fist Bianca’s ass. She didn’t get very far with that. All the while, the three took turns beating her with the riding crop.
JC came in Bianca’s mouth and made her clean up his cock, the second time he’s gone A2M on her this weekend. As Joe fucked her pussy then her ass, JC went to the phone box and grabbed Bianca’s phone. He couldn’t unlock it, but didn’t need to for his purposes. The lock screen was a picture of her daughter, Sophie. JC held the phone up so she could see it while Joe fucked her ass.
“That’s a real cutie you’ve got there, bitch. She looks a lot like you. Probably gonna be a cockteasing whore just like her mommy. What you think, she gonna be a slut like you?” Bianca said nothing as he continued talking. “Assuming you survive, we’re gonna know where you live, where that little slut in training sleeps. You even think of telling anyone about this weekend, I’m gonna pay the two of you a visit. Think she’d like that? Oh, she’s like you, she’d fucking love it. Maybe mommy can help teach Sophie how to fuck like a big girl, take it up the ass just like you. Think we should pay her a visit?” The thought of imagining her daughter being assaulted by this monster was too much for her to bear and she broke down, sobbing hysterically and shaking her head violently. “Good. Looks like we’re on the same page. Then again, you’re such a depraved whore that you might blab just to see what we do to her. Wouldn’t put it past you, you sick fuck.” JC slapped her across the face, then kneeled in front of her, his dick still hard from the Cialis. He loved seeing her tear-stained cheeks swell as she struggled to take his cock in her mouth. JC knew the Club’s rules about no children, but she didn’t, and that primal fear was what he was looking for. The existential fear of never knowing when the boogeyman would show up.
As Mari stepped back, she watched JC and her husband take turns fucking Bianca, eventually double teaming her in the ass and pussy. Then she joined back in, making Bianca service her. They had quite the time before passing her on.
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Down in the theater, Steve made Aislinn suck off both he and James while they watched the video of her forced lesbian sessions. Steve really enjoyed it when it came time for the two sisters to eat each other out. He moved positions so that she could see what she looked like with her head between her sister’s legs. He then shifted positions again, ordering her to fuck James.
Steve and James worked out a plan earlier where the older man would get to bugger her. After figuring out that buggering means a good old fashioned ass fucking, they came up with a plan. It was time to put the plan into action. He ordered James to pull out of her pussy and to fuck her bum. When he hesitated, he reached back to punch the older man. Aislinn saw this, so she didn’t fight as much as she would’ve normally. Once James was in, he fucked that cute little tushy to the moans and screams of both sisters.
Once James came, it was Steve’s turn and he knew exactly what he wanted to do. While Aislinn was still getting her bearings after getting fucked in the ass by James, Steve grabbed her and slammed her down onto his cock. On the TV, the video changed to that of her first rape yesterday. While he fucked her like a jackhammer, he moaned and groaned. It was during this assault that he slipped up again, using his normal voice.
Aislinn realized that James wasn’t the person Dad Bod was hiding from.
Eventually Steve pulled out of her pussy and fucked her ass until he pulled out and came in her face. He took the degradation to another level when he shoved his cock, which was just in her ass, into her mouth. With the ring gag in place, she had no choice but to taste her foulness.
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Sam and Bubbles wasted little time getting to work on Morgana. As soon as they came in, they unhooked the blonde Aussie from the bed and forced her to suck them off. Bubbles told Morgana that she better do a good job on her strap-on because that was all the lube she was going to get. Sure enough, Bubbles pulled out and raped Morgana’s pussy while Sam was getting a blowjob.
After several minutes of this, Sam directed the three of them to the hot tub, where the couple took turns fucking Morgana in her twat before they penetrated both her ass and pussy. At first, Sam was in her backdoor but they switched after a while. Sam wanted to cum in her pussy while Bubbles made the blonde woman lick her strap-on clean. The chubby man got his wish and blasted his load deep into Morgana while his quasi-girlfriend went ass to mouth on her.
Meanwhile, Tommy and Drew were bound on the other side of the room, watching this unfold. Drew refused to look at Tommy during any of this mess. He was still broken up over how his wife screamed for Tommy to fuck her just a meter of front of him. And the way Tommy fucked her all but confirmed to him that the two of them were having an affair. Drew blamed himself at first, realizing he did a similar thing with Celeste, but then he was filled with rage, then settled down to see things clearly. With the way Morgy was acting this weekend, she was likely pregnant. Assuming she still was when, if, they made it home, he would ask for a DNA test. It might take a while to get results but he wanted to know if it was his. If it was Tommy’s, then it likely happened before they ever came to this god forsaken camp. Of course, the lawyer in him knew that with everything that took place, she would have the perfect alibi if it was Tommy’s.
For Tommy’s part, he was enjoying the show. The Cialis was still working so he was harder than differential calculus watching Morgana get used like this, and it gave him a great excuse for why he was so aroused.
As Sam and Bubbles wrapped things up in the hot tub, there was a knock at the door. JC, Joe, and Mari led Bianca into the room. She looked like shit and was led over to Drew’s chair. JC had the camera in his hand, filming as he spoke. Sam and Bubbles made sure that Morgana got a good view of her boss sucking her husband’s cock. At JC’s order, Bianca mounted Drew and fucked him. Morgana was brought back to the bed and forced to watch as JC filmed them and molested her, pointing out how great Drew’s cock looked sliding in and out of Bianca’s twat. JC was still hard and was starting to worry about the side effects when Joe and Mari decided to hit the trifecta of asses.
But JC wanted to see something first. After a quick sidebar with Sam, they made Bianca shift her position enough for Tommy to fuck her, too. Pretty soon, both of Morgana’s loves were balls deep in her best stateside friend.
This went on for a while. Tommy didn’t want to cum, and Drew couldn’t. But as this went on, JC went from molesting Morgana to facefucking her. Joe was fucking her pussy while Mari spanked the shit out of her ass. JC kept the camera as steady as he could. As the action heated up, Sam and Bubbles went down to the basement to see how things were going down there.
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There was no amount of mouthwash in the world that could wash away the taste of blood, shit, and semen. The only reprieve came when Dad bod was so spent that he just sat there and watched her rape from yesterday. It was just a matter of time before she was used again. She curled up into a ball while she waited her fate.
That’s when the chubby guy and Kim entered the theater. Kim wore a strap-on dildo and eyed Aislinn like a hungry animal. It wasn’t long before Kim was spitting on Aislinn’s battered asshole and pushing herself in. Aislinn tried to block out the assault the only way she could, by trying to focus on anything else. The only other foci in the room was the video of her rape from yesterday, and Dad bod talking to Chubby man.
They stood in front of James as they talked. Aislinn couldn’t make out the words, but it sounded like a huddle. They planned out the rest of the night but the pain was too much to ignore. She noticed one thing. Dad bod used his regular voice in front of James again.
When the two men bored of planning and watching videos, they all went to the common area, where they tied Aislinn down to the pool table, bent over the side, and everyone took turns fucking her. She couldn’t see who it was and lost count as more men and women used and abused her. Someone shoved a pool cue into her bum, thick end first, then tried to force the 8-ball into her twat. After some persistence, it stayed in place. Dad bod ordered her to keep it in place until they came back for her.
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While Tommy and Drew were both forced to fuck Bianca, Bubbles slipped downstairs to grab something from the living room. She returned with some of Mari and Joe’s sex toys, especially the nipple clamps and riding crop. Sam and Bubbles left to visit Aislinn as Joe, Mari, and JC had their fun with Morgana.
And by fun, they meant torture. Mari didn’t forget all the shit her and her sister put her through, and even what she did so far didn’t make them close to even in her mind. She still wanted to extract her pound of flesh from that Aussie cunt.
They started by making Morgana watch her two lovers fuck her friend and boss, Bianca. They made Bianca switch positions a couple times, giving both Tommy and Drew a chance in both her pussy and ass. As this was going on, Mari used a vibrator on Morgana to tease her while Joe attached the nipple clamps and chained them together. Mari kept edging Morgana but each time she would approach an orgasm, she’d grab on the chain and pull hard. They attached some small weights to add even more pain. Eventually Joe was good and hard again, so the couple forced Morgana onto all fours so he could fuck her doggystyle. This caused her tits to hurt even more as the weights pulled down on them. As she mewled through her gag, Joe fucked her with long, hard strokes. Mari held off on the vibrator until Joe gave her the signal. That signal was when he pulled out of her pussy and stuck his dick in her ass. Morgana screamed through her ring gag, and Mari used the vibrator to elicit an orgasm from her against her will. It took several minutes, but Morgana came with a dick in her ass. That’s when Mari went from using the vibrator to beating Morgana with the riding crop, focusing on her ass, back, and feet.
Across the room, Tommy couldn’t hold out any longer and came in Bianca’s ass. Drew wasn’t too far behind on his own orgasm. He didn’t want to admit it, but he’s always wanted to explore some S&M stuff with Morgana. Seeing and hearing what was going on over on the bed might be the closest he ever got. Plus, he was still hurt from his earlier revelation about her and Tommy. Still, what Joe and Mari were doing was brutal and sadistic.
And it turned him on. He kept watching the show, as Joe fucked Morgy’s ass hard and deep while Mari whipped her feet. Even when Joe pulled his cock out of her ass after he came, Mari didn’t stop beating her with the riding crop. It was only after the skinny guard called for a pause so he could make Morgy blow him did they relent. Even that was just for a short while until she was in a good enough position to resume the beating.
This continued until JC came and told the pair it was time for dinner, and that Mari was cooking. Morgana was cuffed back up to the bed, and Bianca and Tommy were led downstairs. Even still, JC complained about how his hard-on still wasn’t going down.
The couple sat in silence for what felt an eternity until Dad Bod and JC came for Morgana. They took her to the bathroom, then led her downstairs. Several minutes later, they did the same for Drew, allowing him a moment to use the bathroom by himself.
When he came downstairs, what he saw shocked him. Aislinn, Bianca, and Morgana were bound down to the large table, and the food was placed on top of them. Or in them, from what he could see of the corn on the cob and Aislinn’s twat.
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Dinner was a surreal experience. After the steak, salad, rolls, and corn on the cob were cooked by Mari and Joe, the girls were brought down and strapped down to the table. They were bound backs down-chests up with their hips off of one edge and their heads dangling off of the other, ring gags still in place. They were tied down in a back to forth orientation, so Morgana’s head was by Bianca’s pussy, and on Bianca’s other side was Aislinn. Their heads were secured in place by having their hair tied to the benches beneath them. If the women could move, they’d see each other’s struggles. After the women were tied down, the chubby man gave them their instructions. They are to serve the men and not drop or spill anything. If they do, they get beaten.
Mari placed the plates and bowls of food on the women as the men were led to the dining room. Tommy and James were told that if they tried anything, the girls would suffer and they ate second. Drew was brought down after Mari decided to “guarantee” that the veg head sisters would each get at least one ear of corn, and she had the perfect places to put them. Drew came down the steps right as Mari finished shoving a corn cob up Aislinn’s twat and was doing the same to Drew’s wife. The corn caused a great deal of discomfort, due to the size and temperature. JC used this opportunity to help himself to Aislinn’s mouth as she cried. Steve did the same to Morgana while the others ate at the dining room bar top. Sam made himself a steak sandwich and ate it while he fucked Bianca. After he came, Mari decided to give her the corncob treatment as well. As she walked past Morgana, she “bumped” into her, knocking most of the remaining salad bowl onto the floor. “Whoops, there goes your dinner.” She then slapped Morgana as hard as she could across her tits, which still had the nipple clamps on them. Morgana screamed something fierce around Steve’s cock.
Sam, Steve, Joe, Mari, and JC finished up dinner, with JC still complaining about his hard-on not going down from the generic Cialis from earlier. Even after forcing all three of the women to blow him and cumming one more time in Morgana’s mouth, it still wouldn’t go down and he was in some considerable pain. James smiled at JC’s plight.
Tommy, James, and Drew were allowed to eat, but only after drawing straws and being “forced” to play along. Each man had a choice of dinner plate laid out with different options. One had steak and corn, the other a smaller steak and salad, and the third had leftover wings. The rules were simple, as the chubby man described them. Each plate was assigned to one of the girls tied down. The guys would each pick a girl to start but would rotate out after two minutes. Whoever came first would win that girl’s plate. The guy could then eat.
The girl that won first place gets her choice of dinner from their selection of either a small steak dinner, the remaining rolls, or the remaining corn and salad. However, there was a catch. “Remember the corn from earlier? That is one of their dinners. One of them will have to eat the corn that was inside them. All the food is thrown out ten minutes after the first of the three guys cum if those ears of corn aren’t picked clean.” He made sure the girls heard this loud and clear. “Understand, you don’t have to eat your own, but it may come down to that. And no puking, that means none of you get to eat. Got me? Good.”
With that, each of the men were ungagged and uncuffed. They didn’t know which dinner was associated to which girl, but at this point didn’t care. The clock started when the first dick, Tommy’s, entered the first mouth, Aislinn. James went with Morgana because Drew made a bee line to the closest woman, Bianca. Since the women were bound with their heads pulled back so far, it was less of a blowjob and more of a throatfucking. Tommy was the first to cum, not even getting out of the first round as he enjoyed fucking Aislinn’s mouth. As soon as he pulled out and saw his seed spill down her face, Sam spoke up.
“Ten minutes starts now. Dave, NotDave, help her out. Tommy, since you came in Aislinn, you get the steak and salad.” Tommy made his way over to the countertop and devoured his dinner.
As Steve and JC helped untie Aislinn, they uncuffed her and removed the ring gag as well. Her jaw was on fire and every part of her body hurt, especially her cunt. She moved her jaw up and down to regain some feeling in it as she reached down and grabbed the corncob wedged in her. She shuddered at the sight and smell of it. And the thought that it was in her pussy, which had been used and abused all day…
“Switch guys. Ten minutes, Aishy. Hurry up and get to eating.” Sam said.
That’s when she had a thought. While James was starting to throatfuck Bianca, Aislinn climbed between Bianca’s legs and as gently as she could removed that ear of corn and replaced it with her own.
“Interesting strategy.” Sam said. Aislinn saw that it was still nasty as fuck, but then had another idea. She hoped this worked. Aislinn was a vegan and would like to stay that way, but the chubby guy said nothing about adding things to the corn and it was this or ranch dressing. She made her way to the fridge, looking for something. “What are you doing?” He said as Aislinn emerged with a bottle of Frank’s Red Hot. Over the sink, Aislinn dumped copious amounts of hot sauce on the corn, completely covering it before taking a bite.
“That’s different.” Sam said. Aislinn took another bite, then another. This was the nastiest thing she’s ever eaten, but being drowned in hot sauce made it slightly less nauseous. In less than a minute, the corn was done and Aislinn’s mouth was on fire. Mari was pissed about this loophole, but Sam let it go.
Back at the table, James was taking his time with Bianca. He tried to be easy on her after everything she’s been through.
Drew, on the other hand, fucked Morgana’s throat hard and fast, hurting his wife and making her cry. She looked up at him, begging him with her eyes to either slow down or finish. This wasn’t like him. He knew it wasn’t like him, but he didn’t care at this point. Whether it was seeing her bound like this, or picturing her fucking Tommy, thinking about how much they’ve likely fucked, how Tommy made her scream for more, Drew couldn’t and wouldn’t stop. He grabbed the sides of her head as he came hard down her throat, nearly choking her.
“Okay Drew’s done. Go get your chicken wings and relax. But you girls better hurry up with that corn.” Drew was always going to get the wings. That was the beauty of the game Sam played. Now, it was up to the sisters being even nastier to survive.
Steve and JC helped untie and ungag Morgana. Aislinn came over and hugged her sister for the first time in who knows how long but they didn’t have time to relax. They had to eat the most vile thing imaginable. At least there was hot sauce.
“Wow, they do put that shit on everything.” Bubbles said, watching from a distance, lost in a conversation on her phone.
Morgana ate the corn cob that was in her friend Bianca after drowning it in the hot sauce, but that left one left and little time left.
“One minute left.” Sam said. The two sisters looked at each other for a moment before realizing what they had to do. They split the ear, took turns with the hot sauce, and finished it “just in time.” By an amazing coincidence, James didn’t cum until after the sisters ate the nastiest corn on the planet, saving Bianca from that fate.
James got the steak and corn plate for dinner. Aislinn took the salad while Morgana had the rolls and Bianca, the only normal meat eater of the three, had the steak.
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As the night rolled on, the festivities wore down. Everyone was tired, and as much as they enjoyed watching the three women fuck each other with strap-ons, it was getting late. They would have to vacate the property tomorrow morning and take all traces of their presence with them before Bob showed up. While everyone had monitored screen time before bed, Bubbles showed Sam some messages she received, making sure he was on board with it.
“If you’re absolutely sure about this.” Sam said with a sense of worry. She kissed him, lightly then deep. Then she responded to the encrypted messages on her phone.
“I’m in, how’s this work?”
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Bob watched the footage from Running Bear Cabin while his new pet, Maddie Kosar, sucked him off. Normally getting a blowjob from a gorgeous brunette sex slave in training would take all of his focus, but his head wasn’t in it. Well, his dickhead was in her mouth, but his thoughts were elsewhere. They were on his various business ventures, the crazy shit happening at the cabin, and all of his future initiatives. Three in particular were on his mind.
First, watching the gang rape unfold on screen made him realize that this was going to get expensive to keep it out of the news. This was easily a 6 or 7 figure payout with some NDA’s and a few threats along the way. He didn’t like to kill innocent people, too many questions and even he couldn’t keep that quiet up here. He and Sheriff Ryland Holmes went way back, but he won’t turn a blind eye to a bunch of tourists dying in his county. So Bob will have to pay them off. He only needs to worry about 4 of them but will make paper offers to two more. Since Tommy and James were in the Club, their payoff will be “reinvested” into a project and buried as a line item on some spreadsheet somewhere down the line, or they’ll get ownership of a timeshare, some bullshit like that. Bob figured the women will shut up with anywhere between 50k and 250k each. If it goes too high, too many questions will be asked, and an accident can be arranged, but seeing the hell they’re going through, he figures about half to 3/4 of a million should suffice. Drew could get expensive, but blackmail is always an option.
Second, he needed Sam and Bubbles to move fast. They would have to get their companies started up right away, and she would have to be on the origination documents. There is a contract Bob wants to bid on to make an apartment building in Harbor City but the bid has to be from a minority-owned and/or women-owned business. Bubbles is both. But they have to work fast before any competition comes to play.
Which leads Bob to his final problem of the day, the Yakuza. Apparently two of his old running buddies, Paul Damato and Gary Spencer, were in town on an errand for a mutual friend of theirs in Tokyo. Paul and Gary were brothers from another mother, grew up with Bob and showed up in town unannounced last night with a package. Kono Rin. A beautiful Japanese woman who grew up in the world of the Yakuza and was on the run from a rival gang. A turf war went bad and she went to ground. Paul and Gary were tasked with making her disappear, but one thing led to another and now she’s pregnant with one of their kids. She can’t go back to Japan, and they don’t want to kill her, but without some proof of death, they’re all next.
That’s when Bob had an idea. He knows that most Americans can’t tell the difference between a Korean and a Japanese woman, Sheriff Ryland included. And sitting in Running Bear is a woman that looks a hell of a lot like Kono Rin. Hot, Asian, covered in tats, even if they were fake. He formulated an idea where the cameras outside of Running Bear would catch an Asian woman running for her life, a few shots, her falling down the hill to the creek out of range of the cameras, and Rin’s DNA would be found on said clothes. But then the good Sheriff would ask about the gang rape in the cabin and investigate that. So that would have to be included in the plan. And if the survivors of the cabin could prove that Bubbles was there, then taken outside and shot, that would keep them quiet going forward, he figured. Being involved in a murder makes people think they’re all noble, but they just want to mind their own business. That, combined with a nice payout to stay out of the news, and this could work.
Bob messaged Bubbles his plan. It was crazy, audacious, and had about a hundred ways it could go wrong. Mainly the whole faking the death thing, but not only did he assuage her fears there, he also reminded her that he needs her alive for the business side of things. After some back and forth, she agreed. They spent time working out the details while training Maddie. He even thought about bringing her along if they could make it work.
He logged off, watching a live feed of the action at Running Bear, his dick up Maddie’s well-fucked ass, imagining how great it would be to fuck Morgana in the morning. And Aislinn. And Bianca.
And Bubbles.
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It was all a blur. First there was the screaming and yelling, then the crying, and more screaming. He couldn’t move to see who it was, but there were three girls. One of them was that blonde bitch Meg. That’s who cried the most. The other two must be roommates. What did that note say, Crystal and Zoe? Chloe? Something like that. Two of them were band nerds and his source insisted they would be gone until late morning. ‘If they’re here, it must be late.’ Ray thought that to himself as he lay awkwardly on the floor. He was beginning to fade out again when this time he heard the next voice. It sounded like a policeman. ‘Great, I get a heart attack and I’ll get shot by a pig next.’ He felt some hands on him, but he couldn’t move or respond. Then some talk into the walkie talkie, and that was it.
Next thing he knew, he was being jostled around. A bright light shone in his eye, then the next one. Behind the light was a black woman, asking him his name, what year it was. He couldn’t respond even if he wanted to. He was flat on his back now, being lifted up in the air. He tried to look around but his head would not move.
He was outside, then inside and moving. No, it’s an ambulance. He couldn’t make out much, but he knew this woman, this EMT, hated his guts. Then he was inside the ER, then everything got all fuzzy. He heard sedation or something like it. Before he passed out, he saw a bunch of medical personnel, and a cop standing behind them.
“Keep him alive, Doc. He’s got a lot to answer for.”
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To Be Continued...
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Chapter Tags: Nosex, setup, viol
Content Warnings: Annoying notifications and second-hand smoke
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The Really Useful Crew pack up for home as Bob's team makes their way to Running Bear Cabin...
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Chapter 78(nosex, setup, viol)
The night at Running Bear cabin was relatively quiet. Well, quiet except for the rapes in the middle of the night. Mari decided she wanted to fuck Drew in front of Morgana and JC wanted one last go with Bianca alone. He told her everything he would do to her daughter if she ever talked, and her panic turned him on more. Steve gave a visit to Aislinn to wake her up with a dick in the ass, and Sam got one more ride on Morgana before the morning came. Once the sun was up, it was time to pack up and leave.
But first, they had to clean up.
After the members of the Really Useful Crew showered, ate, and dressed, they split into two teams. Shower team consisted of Bubbles, Sam, and Steve. They took Morgana, Aislinn, and Bianca to the showers and made them wash themselves thoroughly. Joe, Mari, and JC were on clean-up duties in the public areas while this was going on. Tommy and James were left alone in their rooms until it was time for the next phase of the plan.
As Bubbles watched Morgana shower, her phone buzzed with notifications from Bob about the plans for the rest of the day. He’d let her in on some of the plan and people involved, but for the most part she was still finding out the scope of everything. He asked that she be seen wearing certain shoes by the ‘fuckmeat’ left behind. It was a bit unusual, but his reasoning was that she needed to be seen in them so that when they were found in the woods with someone else’s blood and bits on them, the local cops would stop looking for her and would instead chalk her up as just ‘another dead jap or chink or whatever they hate around here this week.’ Bob then asked her if she’d ever seen The Big Lebowski, and she said no. ‘Well ask your boyfriend about the toe part.’ A few minutes later, after Sam recounted almost half of the movie to her and described how a group of Nihlists cut off the toe of one of their members to send as proof of holding another woman hostage, she returned to the group message with a greater understanding of what Bob was looking to do. As long as it wasn’t her toe, she was down for whatever.
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Joe and Mari helped JC swiftly clean up the main floor. Being two of the only parents in the Really Useful Crew gave them an upper hand on being able to clean in a hurry. While JC took his time doing a deep clean on the fold-out couch, Joe and Mari had the entire dining area, kitchen, and open areas cleaned. The dishes were washed, wiped down, and put away. The cameras and toys were put away, and the guns were stashed away on the truck. The only items they left behind was some rope and bandanas to bind everyone for after they left.
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For the girls, the night was another one spent in Hell that didn’t get any better when they woke up. Each of them was herded into the bathrooms and watched while they relieved themselves and then showered. Bubbles laughed at Morgana as she threw up shortly after getting into the bathroom. Morgana’s only moments of peace came when Bubbles was focused on her phone. Once she was out and dried off, she was led down to the dining room where she was tied to the table by her wrists.
Minutes later, Aislinn and Bianca joined her at the table, tied to the large piece of heavy wood with ropes long enough to be moved around but not long enough to reach the kitchen to grab a knife to free themselves.
Drew was the last one brought down, but unlike the girls, he was tied to the bench, bent over it with his feet and hands tied tight to it, and gagged as well. He was in a powerless position to see everything and anything that might happen.
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Bob sat in the passenger seat of the 4-seater Polaris side-by-side, smoking a cigarette. He checked his phone again. 8:25. He played a mobile game while waiting for the next message. He had a rough idea of the plan ahead, but always remembered Murphy’s First Law of Combat.
“The best plans go straight to shit when the first bullet flies.” He said to himself.
“Huh?” The voice came from next to him. It was Troy, one of his friendly minions who has helped him on these special missions more than once.
“Just thinking to myself.”
“Murphy’s Law?”
“Sort of.” Bob took another hit of his cig. A WhatsApp message came through. It was from his old friend Paul. “At checkpoint.” It was one of two messages he was waiting on. Half of the people for this were now in place. He ashed his cig then went back to his mobile game, trying hard to get those five pieces of candy to line up just right. As he sat there, the side-by-side rocked a little. He didn’t need to look, he knew it was Pete climbing into the back seat.
“The bitch is secured in the chest in the other ride. Everyone on our end is ready. Ready for some poonany.” Pete cracked a joke as he handed camo hunting masks to Bob and Troy. When no one laughed, Pete continued. “Darren and the bros just finished loading everything up. Everyone’s up to speed on the plan. The rest of their crew will meet us on the path there. We come rolling in like a methed-out redneck hunting party, find some tied-up twats, and fuck’em for an hour or so until front desk security comes rolling in with a shotgun, blasting off a few warning shots.”
Troy turned to look at Pete. “Won’t that alert the nearby cabins?”
“They’re empty. They checked out already. Only one with any people up there is Running Bear.” Bob said, not even looking up from his phone as he tried to align those stupid candies.
“How long we got?” Troy asked. Bob mumbled something under his breath about the mobile game he was playing as an ad played and he looked up at his co-passengers.
“Hour to an hour and a half, two at the most. That includes the after show as well. Checkout time is 10AM. When no one shows up by 10:30, they’ll dispatch a security squad to check out the cabin. They should be here between 11 and Noon. We’ll skip out when they get close, and when they come in and see a roomful of cunts, they’ll be too busy with that to come chasing after us. High level protocol in this situation is to call me directly. I’ll change into something neat, meet Marcus on-site, and do my best shmoozing to make this disappear. Security will call the Sheriff, but he’ll have bigger fish to fry than coming after us.”
“Bigger fish? What, is Don Corelone showing up and making an offer we can’t refuse?” Pete said jokingly. Bob gave him a look that said more than a thousand words. “Oh, shit. How bad?”
“Yakuza bad. Paul and Gary got themselves in a little bit of a mess, and the good Sheriff will help us clean it up without knowing. You’ll see.” Bob took another hit of his cigarette as his phone buzzed. McDonald’s now offered free delivery in select locations, oh joy! He grumbled to himself about these stupid notifications when he saw that two messages come in through WhatsApp. The first was from Bubbles. “Fifteen minutes, twenty at most.” The second was from another account that was just a random string of numbers and letters. “Standing by.”
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Joe looked forward to leaving the cabin. Not only was he tired with a long drive ahead of him, but he wanted to put some distance between him and this place. He did his best acting job over the past weekend, but he’s not Daniel Day Lewis. He’s having a hard time keeping the act up as much as he has. Pretending to be only grudgingly on board this morning is pushing credulity to it’s breaking point. Mari slipped in and out of character a couple times this morning, and almost called Steve by his real name in front of the girls. They were getting sloppy and needed to leave.
He packed up the truck with most of his stuff, though a couple of the toys and lubes were left behind for Bob’s crew to use, if they wished. With JC’s help they made quick work of the main floor and had the girls and Drew bound in the living room. It was coming time for the group to head out.
It was time for the plan to move to the next phase.
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James and Tommy basically stayed out of the way this morning. After the girls and Drew were bound in the dining room, the two men were each handcuffed and left in the shower stalls, ostensibly cuffed to the plumbing. Tommy was in the basement bathroom while James was in the bathroom attached to his original room. All they had to so was sit tight, not make a mess, and stay out of Bob’s way when they showed up.
Tommy sat naked in the tub, hands zip-tied together and those connected to the plumbing hardware. He was conflicted on how he felt. On the one hand, he was absolutely miserable for what he put Morgana and Aislinn through. Everything that happened was his fault. Their pain, humiliation, violations, all of it was his. And for what? On the crazy chance that this might get Drew to leave her? All of this while Aislinn was sitting right there. She’s a great girl, and he just put her through Hell for this. Of course she wasn’t part of the plan. Neither was Bianca. It was just supposed to be Morgana and Drew. Then things got out of hand when they got involved, and he had to think fast. Did he go overboard? Probably, but they were too far into things to walk away. Sometimes, the only option available is to swim through the shit.
On the other hand, he felt terrible for how much he enjoyed himself. Bianca was one hell of a fuck and cocksucker, and Mari is a secret freak. He’d have to keep tabs on them in the future. But knowing how much he enjoyed himself at the girl’s expense made him feel sick. This was like setting up Tammy’s rape, but cranked up to 11. Not only was this someone he loved, but he was in the room the whole time, even participating in it. He had no clue how to move forward from here, aside from keeping his mouth shut
For James, he took the time in the shower to relax. It’s been a long weekend and he was looking forward to seeing the videos when he got home.
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As Joe and Mari packed up the truck, Bubbles stood off by herself, puffing on a vape. She rarely did so anymore, especially since her work drug tested her regularly for everything including tobacco. She wouldn’t lose her job over this, but would have to explain what happened and if it happened again in a short time her insurance premiums would go up. She only smoked when she was nervous. Once she was out of her residency, the hospital would stop testing her, and they’re only looking for hardcore narcotics and anything she might have access to as an anesthesiologist.
Bubbles looked over her shoulder when she heard someone approach. It was Sam. He saw her vaping and knew something was bothering her.
“You okay?” He asked, stopping right next to her. She shrugged her shoulders and refused to point out how dumb of a question that was. “What’s going on?” He asked, stepping closer and putting his arm around her.
“I don’t know. Kinda nervous. I know we’re working with Bob on some stuff, but this just feels, like, I don’t know. Crazy.” Bubbles said.
“How do you mean crazy?” Sam asked.
“Look.” She handed him her phone, opened on a WhatsApp message she just received. Sam read it a couple times to make sure he understood it. The look on his face was a mix of shock and incredulity.
“He’s not serious, right? Right?”
“I don’t know. He’s got a fucked up sense of humor, but even this is pretty far. I mean, I asked him what it’s like to … do that, but still. The fact that he laid out what his plan was and how I had to keep my cool when shit goes down. Like, even more than what’s supposed to happen to me and the girls?”
“The girls and I.” Sam instantly retorted, barely realizing that he blurted out a correction of her grammar before she glared at him. “Sorry, force of habit.”
Bubbles inhaled from her vape and blew the smoke in Sam’s face. She knows how much he hates it. About as much as she dislikes getting corrected on her grammar. They stared at each other for a moment before Bubbles broke out in laughter, followed by Sam. The pair cuddled for a moment, before Sam spoke up.
“It’ll be okay. Just play along when they get here, go along with the attack, then just follow his lead when they go outside. If you don’t trust yourself from making any noises, gag yourself. Our people will be by the road waiting.” Sam hugged her a little tighter as her phone buzzed again. She didn’t recognize the contact in the group chat, but it said “Standing by.”
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Up by the town’s main road, a murdered-out Escalade sat along the side of the road near a little-known back entrance to Hiawatha Resort. To any passers by, it would look like just another baller or rapper’s ride pulled off to the side of the road as someone hopped out to take a piss. The out-of-state plates just helped it fit that story. But the truth was far more sinister than those passers by would ever guess.
Inside the Escalade were 6 people. 4 sat and two were bound in the trunk area. The third row was folded down as the trunk was occupied by a bound and gagged middle aged Japanese couple dressed in matching track suits. The middle row sat two beautiful Japanese women, dressed in expensive business suits. The one behind the passenger seat was obviously pregnant. In the front row, two gaijin sat, dressed in sharp black suits and wearing sunglasses. The two men were in their 50’s and bald, though not by choice. In the driver’s seat sat Paul Damato, and to his right was Gary Spencer. Paul and Gary, lifelong friends of Bob who went off the grid back in 2005 when things down in Chester County got a little spicy with First Union Holy Church. After going on what the press described as a “serial killer spree not seen since the days of Bundy and Gacy”, the pair went into business for themselves, becoming guns for hire and problem solvers traveling across the world. That was until a year ago when they were hired by a Yakuza family to wipe out a rival family that broke several traditions. That’s when they met the Kono sisters.
Kono Rin was the de-facto leader of her family, following the death of her father and older brothers. Rin was the oldest sister, never married, trying to lead a crime family in Kyoto that had splintered into those loyal to the family, and those loyal to tradition that a woman can never lead in the Yakuza. Those that followed her swore to defend the family to the death. Those that betrayed her asked for outside help. Paul and Gary were part of that outside help, provided by the Okada family. It was in the Great Hall when they first met. Gary followed a wave of Okada’s men into the hall where Rin finished off the last of her attackers with a katana. She then knelt, wearing a kimono, covered in the blood of her enemies while she said a silent prayer. She looked up and saw Gary, rage crossed her face.
For Gary, it was love at first sight.
He observed all of the traditions that he knew of when engaging in a sword fight, and Rin was slightly amused when the gaijin picked up the Katana and didn’t act like an American who watched too much anime. Her rage gave way to piqued interest when he deflected a couple blows and showed himself a more capable swordsman than the half dozen Yakuza men lying at her feet. She was perturbed when he didn’t take obvious opportunities to kill her, and left himself open a couple times as well. At first she thought this was his inexperience, but then realized that he didn’t want to kill her. At least, not yet. The two sparred with katana’s for what felt like ages, saying with the actions of warriors what are impossible to say with words. She found a man who could best her in combat without resorting to relying on brute strength, and he found a woman worth living for.
Their fight was cut short when Paul entered the Great Hall, only to be met by a shuriken to the stock of his AR-15. The next one caught him in the left bicep, and he barely dodged the last one in time that was destined for his head. A small figure emerged from the shadows, a young woman dressed in a schoolgirl’s uniform, wielding a katana like a demon. Paul did his best to deflect the swings and redirect the knife fight into a gun fight. He was successful, but all this did was cause the young woman to change tactics in her attack, once again pushing Paul onto the defensive. This back and forth continued until eventually Gary and Rin made their way over to their comrades, moving between Paul and the woman. Rin yelled for the woman, her sister Aki, to stand down. Paul and Aki were confused as to what was going on, right until the next wave of Okada’s foot soldiers burst into the Great Hall. Rin and Gary fought side by side. Paul and Aki swore at both of them as they were dragged into the fight, knowing damn well they couldn’t leave anyone alive from Okada’s side.
The four fought through close to 30 men, not leaving a single one alive. Their path of destruction resembled the end levels of a video game. Bodies of men from both the Kono and Okada families strewn about as the group made their way out of the shitstorm. The four of them left Kyoto that night before planning their next moves. Rin and Gary made love for the first time that night, realizing that they each found a person worth burning the world for. Aki and Paul, on the other hand, got along like chlorine and ammonia at first. It took several weeks before they didn’t try to kill each other at least once a day. Even then, they still didn’t like each other outside of the bedroom until it became obvious that Rin and Gary were not giving up on each other. Several months earlier, Rin found out she was pregnant, and Gary did something he swore he would never do: he asked Rin to marry him. They had a traditional Japanese wedding in a shrine in a town outside of Osaka.
As they tried to hide in the shadows, their past came back to remind them that their enemies would hunt them until they were as good as dead. A former member of Kono’s family, Bunji Minami betrayed their whereabouts to what was left of the Okada family. Paul and Aki went on a honeymoon of their own, seeing all the sights that the Okada’s had to offer, taking in a few shows of watching their enemies burn and writhe in pain. Once there were no more members of the Okada gang, it was time for Rin and Aki to disappear forever, as well as tie up any loose ends. They tracked Bunji to a Chinese laundromat in the South Side of Chicago and captured him and his wife Emi two days ago. Since they were back in the states, they called up Bob to see if they could get his help in disposing of some trash, and possibly help them with another problem they had. As long as Rin and Aki were thought to still be alive, rivals in Japan would hunt them down if they ever came up for air. But if their enemies thought they were dead, they would stop the hunt. They had already faked Aki’s death in Vietnam via a boating accident. Now it was Rin’s turn.
On the seat between Rin and Aki sat a small refrigerator. It’s not uncommon for something like that to be in a partymobile such as an Escalade, but there was no champagne or booze of any kind in this fridge. Instead, it was a vampire’s buffet. 4 pints of Rin’s blood, withdrawn over the last few months, were stored away for just this situation. It was vital for the plan at hand. Just as vital as the last piece of the puzzle, currently sitting in a small box in the fridge.
Rin’s toe. The left pinky toe to be precise.
Their plan was simple. They would plant the blood and toe out in the woods near known bear activity, and then a random hiker would stumble upon a ton of blood and a toe. Law enforcement would come out, get samples and the leftover toe, and a few weeks later the DNA would come back positive for Kono Rin. When they match the toe to known pics of Rin’s feet and how part of a tattoo was on the toe, she’ll officially be dead.
But they know how plans can change. Bob proposed some changes as he has his own mess he has to clean up. Now, they’re looking to tie in all of this mess into one giant clean-up.
Paul’s phone buzzed with an alert on WhatsApp. Things were in motion.
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The side-by-sides drove slowly down the path past the cabins that still had guests in them on their way to Running Bear. No reason to draw attention before getting to their destination. When they approached the final fork in the path, they stopped and Bob took account of the situation. The first vehicle idled for a moment as Bob gave a signal to wait. In it, Troy sat in the driver’s seat while Bob was in the passenger’s seat. Pete squeezed his way into the back seat, cradling a shotgun. Behind them was a chest full of hunting gear. In the middle vehicle, Darren sat shotgun and carried the title well with a 12-gauge in his hands. The bros filled the other three seats as well as two Irish wolfhounds. It was a pretty tight fit back there. In the back of the second side-by-side Maddie was bound in a chest, her cries could be heard each time they hit a big bump. Behind them was a third side-by-side with 6 men in it, all dressed in similar hunting gear and masks. Two men sat in the front row, two more in the back row, and the last two occupied the storage area, along with some hunting gear.
They sat for a minute. Everyone wore a hunting mask except for Bob. Not only did he dislike them, he needed his face to unlock his phone. He didn’t trust the tech to keep his phone secure, but was confident enough in his relationship with the local sheriff and in his legal team’s abilities to keep his phone out of the fed’s hands. He waited for the last confirmation message from Bubbles to give his boys the go-ahead to haul ass up to Running Bear. He knew that from this point out, the only house that still had guests that would bitch and moan was their destination. He almost planned it that way. Out of the six cabins they’d pass, they were either filled with young people too hung over to notice a hunting party driving by or with families too busy waking up and feeding their little crotch goblins. The Running Bear complex was empty except for Running Bear itself, thanks to Bob’s staff shuffling some people around at the last minute. Those moves were simple enough to do and unless someone came around with a warrant, there was nothing to tie those moves to him making them happen. The residents were upgraded to nicer cabins so they wouldn’t complain and it all happened before James’s little party started.
It was 8:40AM, and the boys wanted to get their fuck on. Bob spent last night watching several scenes of the rape orgy from the last two days the night before. Maddie, his recently kidnapped whore in the chest, took the brunt of his assaults as he imagined what he’d do to Morgana’s ass this morning.
His phone buzzed. “Today’s word of the day is Saudade.” He would’ve ignored it but instead the notification came up so quick he clicked on it instead of what he was trying to do. Saudade, a feeling of melancholic or profoundly nostalgic longing for someone or something absent. It derives from the latin word for solitude and is Portuguese in origin. Saudade. Bob thought for a moment and felt that he could use it in a sentence. Seeing Morgana gave him an overwhelming sense of saudade when he thought back to his younger days, and the shit he did to Natalie Daniels. How this cold-hearted bitch hurt his Angie and his friends back when she was still his and how he raped the shit out of one of the most physically beautiful women he’d ever seen. He always had to qualify her beauty. He’d call Natalie Daniels a cunt but she lacked both the warmth and depth that are vital qualities of one. The next time he ran into that whore was shortly after Natalie killed his sister of sorts, Jen. He never told anyone what he did that night, outside of those that were there, his legal team, and only some of his most trusted friends like James. Saudade. He felt a sense of saudade thinking back to the horror on Natalie’s face as she realized that her boyfriend was being fed feet first into a woodchipper for what she did, and that she was getting covered in his remains. His saudade extended to how it felt to force her brothers to fuck her for their lives, then the terror and shock as she felt one brother’s skull explode behind her and the other’s face disappear into a red mist underneath her. He fucked her into a coma that night before selling her to an old friend that shuffled her off to the high priced sex slave market. When he found out that she was still alive a few years later but horribly disfigured, it just wasn’t the same when he fucked the stump that was left of her in that state prison hospital. Still, he checked fucking an amputee off of his perverted bucket list that night. That sense of saudade overwhelmed him when he saw Morgana for the first time on the Club’s website. She looked a lot like Natalie, except for her blue eyes and Natalie’s brown. Also, she wasn’t a bigoted, hate-filled, kiddie porn making, murderous whore. Saudade. He didn’t have a word for what he was feeling until now. This sense explained why he was willing to help James and Tommy out so much by using the cabin’s secret cameras to record all of their escapades, manipulating his staff into making sure that Running Bear was open and alone, and how he was willing to drop a high six to low seven figure settlement to make all this go away, as long as he gets to have some fun with that blonde. Saudade.
His phone buzzed again. It was Bubbles in WhatsApp. The truck was running and ready to roll. Bob locked the phone, then whistled once to get everyone’s attention. He didn’t say anything, just put his right hand up in the air, spun in a circle a couple times, then ended that flourish with a point towards Running Bear. That was the signal. A masked Troy gunned it and hauled ass to Running Bear, the other two side by side vehicles close behind. Bob donned his mask and sunglasses, thinking forward to how lovely Morgana’s ass would feel in a few minutes.
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“Go.” That’s all Bubbles had to type in on WhatsApp to kick off the next phase of this clusterfuck. She took a hit from her vape to try to settle her nerves. The audible that Bob called still scared the shit out of her, but it’s not like they had a choice in the matter. Not many said no to Big Ole’ Bobby K and lived to tell about it.
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Joe’s F-150 was loaded up with all of the Really Useful Crew’s gear. Steve and JC held their guns as Sam told Morgana and her friends how things were going from here on out. The room was darker than normal for the morning, as all of the window curtains were drawn shut.
“We’re leaving very shortly. You’re being left here, tied up, to make sure you don’t try anything stupid like follow us or run to the cops or whatever they have up here. When we leave, you will wait until you no longer hear his truck, then count to 100. Once you’ve reached 100, then you can start to free yourselves. You will leave and act like none of this ever happened. If you even think of going to the cops or any other law enforcement, we will come back for you. We know where all of you live, where all of you work, where all of you hang out, all of it. We have your personal and business contacts and they will be sent copies of the nastiest shit you did if you speak of this to anyone. Do you understand me? If you fuck around, you will find out.” The girls didn’t say anything until Sam stepped over and put his hands around Aislinn’s throat, squeezing it. “You understand me cunt?” She cried as he yelled at her, then nodded her head. He let go. “Good. Once we’re gone, then you can count.” Sam left first, followed by Bubbles, Joe, Mari, then Steve and JC. As the girls sat there in the dining room, the door burst open again. This time it was Bubbles. She ran through the first floor, tearing apart couch cushions and knocking things over. She made a mess of the place, obviously distraught over something.
“Where is it? C’mon, where is it?” She checked the box used to store the cell phones. Bubbles emptied them out, not seeing what she was desperately searching for. All of the phones in the box belonged to everyone not in the pickup. She spread them out, but didn’t see what she was looking for. “FUCK! FUCK, WHERE IS IT!?” She tore through the rest of the room, screaming and flipping things over, making a huge mess.
The girls tried not make eye contact with Bubbles, but Bianca wasn’t fast enough in averting her gaze.
“YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY YOU FUCKING BITCH?!! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!” Bubbles screamed at Bianca, lunging at the bound woman, only to be stopped by Sam.
“Hey, hey, hey, what’s going on?” Sam said, pulling Bubbles back from trying to rip Bianca’s eyes out.
Bubbles caught her breath for a moment before speaking. “I can’t find it.”
“Find what?”
“My phone.”
“Isn’t in your pocket?” Sam asked incredulously.
“No, my other one. The broken one.” Bubbles said on the verge of tears. She paused before talking again, lowering her voice. “It’s one of my old ones. It has enough info on it that can be traced back to us. I’m sorry, I need to find it.”
“Fuck. Where’d you look?” Sam asked, his concern showing through his mask. Bubbles pointed at the mess following her path. He shook his head a couple times. “Go check upstairs, go.” Bubbles tore ass up the steps.
About two minutes of screaming and rummaging through the upstairs preceded a loud “WHY THE FUCK WAS IT HERE?!!” Bubbles returned downstairs, holding her old phone.
“Where was it?” Sam asked.
“In the nightstand. I swear I cleaned it out before we…” Bubbles was cut off by the sound of a large BANG outside of the house. Followed by another, and another. Those were gunshots. More shots followed. “What the fuck?” Sam and Bubbles said in unison as they made their way to the door, Sam with his pistol drawn.
To their right, Joe’s F-150 was pulling out and spinning out as it tried to gain traction. Steve crouched down in the bed, firing an AR-15 wildly into the air. To their left coming up the trail were 3 side-by-side ATV’s, each filled with men in hunting gear.
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Morgana had the best view from her location in the dining room. The truck pulled out in a hurry, with Dad Bod Not Dave #1. The chubby man in the mask, Not Dave #2, ran to the doorway. He ran out of view and fired off a few shots before falling in front of the house under the window. He limped off out of view before hearing some more gunshots. The Asian woman screamed from the doorway. She ran through the living room and dining room to the exit by the dining room just before the window next to the front door exploded. More shots came from outside. A man dressed in all camo and a mask walked past the open windows, in the general area where the chubby man fell and fired two shots below him.
She couldn’t hold back anymore. Aislinn had a worse view and only saw the man fire his gun, but screamed for dear life when the gun fired the last time. All of this gunfire and violence was too much for her and she screamed for help, hoping beyond hope that these men were somehow their saviors from this living Hell. “Help us! HELP!” Aislinn screamed as best she could over the gunfire. Bianca screamed as well, though her yells were more incoherent. Morgana stayed silent as she just saw what she thought was a murder. Drew just screamed into his gag.
A moment or two later, the gunshots ceased. Three men entered the cabin. They all wore matching clothes, almost like uniforms but unlike any uniforms she’d ever seen before. They looked like a mix between soldiers and hunters, dressed in camouflage from head to toe. Their faces were covered by full face masks that only had cut outs for the eyes, and two of the three men wore sunglasses. Morgana didn’t know her guns, but saw that of the three men, one of them carried those assault rifles that Yanks love so much while the other two carried traditional looking rifles. It was hard to gauge their heights and builds, but the three men seemed to be about the same size, a little shorter than Drew but on the skinny side. As the three men looked over what they found, Morgana noticed that one of them also had a pistol in his hand. This must the be the one that shot that fatass outside. They looked at each other for a moment before another voice came from outside.
“LET ME GO YOU FUCKING SICKOS! OWW! HELP ME! AHHH!” It was the pink haired Asian girl, Kim. One of her rapists. Two more men entered, one walking backwards. The two of them carried a pink mass between them. Kim kicked and screamed between them. Those two carried Kim over to the large table to which all of the women were tied. The men dumped Kim on the table on her back, then dragged her to the edge so her legs dangled over the edge. One of the men held her arms down while the other tried removing her clothes, working on her pink sweatpants and shoes. Kim’s screams were cut off by a couple punches to the gut.
“Shut the fuck up you chink whore.” The man between her legs said as he laid into her again and again, causing the Asian woman with pink hair to try to curl up into a ball to protect herself, but to no avail.
As Kim’s cries curtailed, more men entered the cabin. Morgana’s heart sank as none of them stopped the two men at the table from stripping the Asian girl. Kim’s pants were caught on her shoes and they now worked on removing her panties. One of the other hunters fought with Kim to remove her hoodie. Another man came over and pulled out a large knife and used it on Kim’s undershirt, slicing it to shreds.
Aislinn screamed as one of the hunters knelt next to her and started stroking her face with one hand and put his other on her thigh. Her composure and nerves completely shot, seeing her hope of escape ruined and coming to the realization that she’s about to be raped again, if not worse. Bianca fared no better as two men made their way over to the bound milf and played with her tits.
Morgana lost count of how many men were in the room. It was at least ten, and the last one at the door held the leash to the largest dog she’d ever seen in her life. But when she tried to count, they moved around. The men not stripping Kim or molesting the other girls stood around like they were waiting on orders. A couple of them eyed her like a piece of meat, and she knew what was about to happen. Just as two men stepped closer to Morgana, a tall man at the door made a noise, like some kind of “ten hut.” All of the men stopped what they were doing, but didn’t let go of their prey. The tall man surveyed the room. As he did, a much shorter man ran forward and whispered something to the tall man. He looked to the rest of the men and said only one sentence.
“Dibs on the blonde.”
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To Be Continued...
Content Warnings: Annoying notifications and second-hand smoke
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The Really Useful Crew pack up for home as Bob's team makes their way to Running Bear Cabin...
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Chapter 78(nosex, setup, viol)
The night at Running Bear cabin was relatively quiet. Well, quiet except for the rapes in the middle of the night. Mari decided she wanted to fuck Drew in front of Morgana and JC wanted one last go with Bianca alone. He told her everything he would do to her daughter if she ever talked, and her panic turned him on more. Steve gave a visit to Aislinn to wake her up with a dick in the ass, and Sam got one more ride on Morgana before the morning came. Once the sun was up, it was time to pack up and leave.
But first, they had to clean up.
After the members of the Really Useful Crew showered, ate, and dressed, they split into two teams. Shower team consisted of Bubbles, Sam, and Steve. They took Morgana, Aislinn, and Bianca to the showers and made them wash themselves thoroughly. Joe, Mari, and JC were on clean-up duties in the public areas while this was going on. Tommy and James were left alone in their rooms until it was time for the next phase of the plan.
As Bubbles watched Morgana shower, her phone buzzed with notifications from Bob about the plans for the rest of the day. He’d let her in on some of the plan and people involved, but for the most part she was still finding out the scope of everything. He asked that she be seen wearing certain shoes by the ‘fuckmeat’ left behind. It was a bit unusual, but his reasoning was that she needed to be seen in them so that when they were found in the woods with someone else’s blood and bits on them, the local cops would stop looking for her and would instead chalk her up as just ‘another dead jap or chink or whatever they hate around here this week.’ Bob then asked her if she’d ever seen The Big Lebowski, and she said no. ‘Well ask your boyfriend about the toe part.’ A few minutes later, after Sam recounted almost half of the movie to her and described how a group of Nihlists cut off the toe of one of their members to send as proof of holding another woman hostage, she returned to the group message with a greater understanding of what Bob was looking to do. As long as it wasn’t her toe, she was down for whatever.
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Joe and Mari helped JC swiftly clean up the main floor. Being two of the only parents in the Really Useful Crew gave them an upper hand on being able to clean in a hurry. While JC took his time doing a deep clean on the fold-out couch, Joe and Mari had the entire dining area, kitchen, and open areas cleaned. The dishes were washed, wiped down, and put away. The cameras and toys were put away, and the guns were stashed away on the truck. The only items they left behind was some rope and bandanas to bind everyone for after they left.
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For the girls, the night was another one spent in Hell that didn’t get any better when they woke up. Each of them was herded into the bathrooms and watched while they relieved themselves and then showered. Bubbles laughed at Morgana as she threw up shortly after getting into the bathroom. Morgana’s only moments of peace came when Bubbles was focused on her phone. Once she was out and dried off, she was led down to the dining room where she was tied to the table by her wrists.
Minutes later, Aislinn and Bianca joined her at the table, tied to the large piece of heavy wood with ropes long enough to be moved around but not long enough to reach the kitchen to grab a knife to free themselves.
Drew was the last one brought down, but unlike the girls, he was tied to the bench, bent over it with his feet and hands tied tight to it, and gagged as well. He was in a powerless position to see everything and anything that might happen.
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Bob sat in the passenger seat of the 4-seater Polaris side-by-side, smoking a cigarette. He checked his phone again. 8:25. He played a mobile game while waiting for the next message. He had a rough idea of the plan ahead, but always remembered Murphy’s First Law of Combat.
“The best plans go straight to shit when the first bullet flies.” He said to himself.
“Huh?” The voice came from next to him. It was Troy, one of his friendly minions who has helped him on these special missions more than once.
“Just thinking to myself.”
“Murphy’s Law?”
“Sort of.” Bob took another hit of his cig. A WhatsApp message came through. It was from his old friend Paul. “At checkpoint.” It was one of two messages he was waiting on. Half of the people for this were now in place. He ashed his cig then went back to his mobile game, trying hard to get those five pieces of candy to line up just right. As he sat there, the side-by-side rocked a little. He didn’t need to look, he knew it was Pete climbing into the back seat.
“The bitch is secured in the chest in the other ride. Everyone on our end is ready. Ready for some poonany.” Pete cracked a joke as he handed camo hunting masks to Bob and Troy. When no one laughed, Pete continued. “Darren and the bros just finished loading everything up. Everyone’s up to speed on the plan. The rest of their crew will meet us on the path there. We come rolling in like a methed-out redneck hunting party, find some tied-up twats, and fuck’em for an hour or so until front desk security comes rolling in with a shotgun, blasting off a few warning shots.”
Troy turned to look at Pete. “Won’t that alert the nearby cabins?”
“They’re empty. They checked out already. Only one with any people up there is Running Bear.” Bob said, not even looking up from his phone as he tried to align those stupid candies.
“How long we got?” Troy asked. Bob mumbled something under his breath about the mobile game he was playing as an ad played and he looked up at his co-passengers.
“Hour to an hour and a half, two at the most. That includes the after show as well. Checkout time is 10AM. When no one shows up by 10:30, they’ll dispatch a security squad to check out the cabin. They should be here between 11 and Noon. We’ll skip out when they get close, and when they come in and see a roomful of cunts, they’ll be too busy with that to come chasing after us. High level protocol in this situation is to call me directly. I’ll change into something neat, meet Marcus on-site, and do my best shmoozing to make this disappear. Security will call the Sheriff, but he’ll have bigger fish to fry than coming after us.”
“Bigger fish? What, is Don Corelone showing up and making an offer we can’t refuse?” Pete said jokingly. Bob gave him a look that said more than a thousand words. “Oh, shit. How bad?”
“Yakuza bad. Paul and Gary got themselves in a little bit of a mess, and the good Sheriff will help us clean it up without knowing. You’ll see.” Bob took another hit of his cigarette as his phone buzzed. McDonald’s now offered free delivery in select locations, oh joy! He grumbled to himself about these stupid notifications when he saw that two messages come in through WhatsApp. The first was from Bubbles. “Fifteen minutes, twenty at most.” The second was from another account that was just a random string of numbers and letters. “Standing by.”
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Joe looked forward to leaving the cabin. Not only was he tired with a long drive ahead of him, but he wanted to put some distance between him and this place. He did his best acting job over the past weekend, but he’s not Daniel Day Lewis. He’s having a hard time keeping the act up as much as he has. Pretending to be only grudgingly on board this morning is pushing credulity to it’s breaking point. Mari slipped in and out of character a couple times this morning, and almost called Steve by his real name in front of the girls. They were getting sloppy and needed to leave.
He packed up the truck with most of his stuff, though a couple of the toys and lubes were left behind for Bob’s crew to use, if they wished. With JC’s help they made quick work of the main floor and had the girls and Drew bound in the living room. It was coming time for the group to head out.
It was time for the plan to move to the next phase.
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James and Tommy basically stayed out of the way this morning. After the girls and Drew were bound in the dining room, the two men were each handcuffed and left in the shower stalls, ostensibly cuffed to the plumbing. Tommy was in the basement bathroom while James was in the bathroom attached to his original room. All they had to so was sit tight, not make a mess, and stay out of Bob’s way when they showed up.
Tommy sat naked in the tub, hands zip-tied together and those connected to the plumbing hardware. He was conflicted on how he felt. On the one hand, he was absolutely miserable for what he put Morgana and Aislinn through. Everything that happened was his fault. Their pain, humiliation, violations, all of it was his. And for what? On the crazy chance that this might get Drew to leave her? All of this while Aislinn was sitting right there. She’s a great girl, and he just put her through Hell for this. Of course she wasn’t part of the plan. Neither was Bianca. It was just supposed to be Morgana and Drew. Then things got out of hand when they got involved, and he had to think fast. Did he go overboard? Probably, but they were too far into things to walk away. Sometimes, the only option available is to swim through the shit.
On the other hand, he felt terrible for how much he enjoyed himself. Bianca was one hell of a fuck and cocksucker, and Mari is a secret freak. He’d have to keep tabs on them in the future. But knowing how much he enjoyed himself at the girl’s expense made him feel sick. This was like setting up Tammy’s rape, but cranked up to 11. Not only was this someone he loved, but he was in the room the whole time, even participating in it. He had no clue how to move forward from here, aside from keeping his mouth shut
For James, he took the time in the shower to relax. It’s been a long weekend and he was looking forward to seeing the videos when he got home.
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As Joe and Mari packed up the truck, Bubbles stood off by herself, puffing on a vape. She rarely did so anymore, especially since her work drug tested her regularly for everything including tobacco. She wouldn’t lose her job over this, but would have to explain what happened and if it happened again in a short time her insurance premiums would go up. She only smoked when she was nervous. Once she was out of her residency, the hospital would stop testing her, and they’re only looking for hardcore narcotics and anything she might have access to as an anesthesiologist.
Bubbles looked over her shoulder when she heard someone approach. It was Sam. He saw her vaping and knew something was bothering her.
“You okay?” He asked, stopping right next to her. She shrugged her shoulders and refused to point out how dumb of a question that was. “What’s going on?” He asked, stepping closer and putting his arm around her.
“I don’t know. Kinda nervous. I know we’re working with Bob on some stuff, but this just feels, like, I don’t know. Crazy.” Bubbles said.
“How do you mean crazy?” Sam asked.
“Look.” She handed him her phone, opened on a WhatsApp message she just received. Sam read it a couple times to make sure he understood it. The look on his face was a mix of shock and incredulity.
“He’s not serious, right? Right?”
“I don’t know. He’s got a fucked up sense of humor, but even this is pretty far. I mean, I asked him what it’s like to … do that, but still. The fact that he laid out what his plan was and how I had to keep my cool when shit goes down. Like, even more than what’s supposed to happen to me and the girls?”
“The girls and I.” Sam instantly retorted, barely realizing that he blurted out a correction of her grammar before she glared at him. “Sorry, force of habit.”
Bubbles inhaled from her vape and blew the smoke in Sam’s face. She knows how much he hates it. About as much as she dislikes getting corrected on her grammar. They stared at each other for a moment before Bubbles broke out in laughter, followed by Sam. The pair cuddled for a moment, before Sam spoke up.
“It’ll be okay. Just play along when they get here, go along with the attack, then just follow his lead when they go outside. If you don’t trust yourself from making any noises, gag yourself. Our people will be by the road waiting.” Sam hugged her a little tighter as her phone buzzed again. She didn’t recognize the contact in the group chat, but it said “Standing by.”
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Up by the town’s main road, a murdered-out Escalade sat along the side of the road near a little-known back entrance to Hiawatha Resort. To any passers by, it would look like just another baller or rapper’s ride pulled off to the side of the road as someone hopped out to take a piss. The out-of-state plates just helped it fit that story. But the truth was far more sinister than those passers by would ever guess.
Inside the Escalade were 6 people. 4 sat and two were bound in the trunk area. The third row was folded down as the trunk was occupied by a bound and gagged middle aged Japanese couple dressed in matching track suits. The middle row sat two beautiful Japanese women, dressed in expensive business suits. The one behind the passenger seat was obviously pregnant. In the front row, two gaijin sat, dressed in sharp black suits and wearing sunglasses. The two men were in their 50’s and bald, though not by choice. In the driver’s seat sat Paul Damato, and to his right was Gary Spencer. Paul and Gary, lifelong friends of Bob who went off the grid back in 2005 when things down in Chester County got a little spicy with First Union Holy Church. After going on what the press described as a “serial killer spree not seen since the days of Bundy and Gacy”, the pair went into business for themselves, becoming guns for hire and problem solvers traveling across the world. That was until a year ago when they were hired by a Yakuza family to wipe out a rival family that broke several traditions. That’s when they met the Kono sisters.
Kono Rin was the de-facto leader of her family, following the death of her father and older brothers. Rin was the oldest sister, never married, trying to lead a crime family in Kyoto that had splintered into those loyal to the family, and those loyal to tradition that a woman can never lead in the Yakuza. Those that followed her swore to defend the family to the death. Those that betrayed her asked for outside help. Paul and Gary were part of that outside help, provided by the Okada family. It was in the Great Hall when they first met. Gary followed a wave of Okada’s men into the hall where Rin finished off the last of her attackers with a katana. She then knelt, wearing a kimono, covered in the blood of her enemies while she said a silent prayer. She looked up and saw Gary, rage crossed her face.
For Gary, it was love at first sight.
He observed all of the traditions that he knew of when engaging in a sword fight, and Rin was slightly amused when the gaijin picked up the Katana and didn’t act like an American who watched too much anime. Her rage gave way to piqued interest when he deflected a couple blows and showed himself a more capable swordsman than the half dozen Yakuza men lying at her feet. She was perturbed when he didn’t take obvious opportunities to kill her, and left himself open a couple times as well. At first she thought this was his inexperience, but then realized that he didn’t want to kill her. At least, not yet. The two sparred with katana’s for what felt like ages, saying with the actions of warriors what are impossible to say with words. She found a man who could best her in combat without resorting to relying on brute strength, and he found a woman worth living for.
Their fight was cut short when Paul entered the Great Hall, only to be met by a shuriken to the stock of his AR-15. The next one caught him in the left bicep, and he barely dodged the last one in time that was destined for his head. A small figure emerged from the shadows, a young woman dressed in a schoolgirl’s uniform, wielding a katana like a demon. Paul did his best to deflect the swings and redirect the knife fight into a gun fight. He was successful, but all this did was cause the young woman to change tactics in her attack, once again pushing Paul onto the defensive. This back and forth continued until eventually Gary and Rin made their way over to their comrades, moving between Paul and the woman. Rin yelled for the woman, her sister Aki, to stand down. Paul and Aki were confused as to what was going on, right until the next wave of Okada’s foot soldiers burst into the Great Hall. Rin and Gary fought side by side. Paul and Aki swore at both of them as they were dragged into the fight, knowing damn well they couldn’t leave anyone alive from Okada’s side.
The four fought through close to 30 men, not leaving a single one alive. Their path of destruction resembled the end levels of a video game. Bodies of men from both the Kono and Okada families strewn about as the group made their way out of the shitstorm. The four of them left Kyoto that night before planning their next moves. Rin and Gary made love for the first time that night, realizing that they each found a person worth burning the world for. Aki and Paul, on the other hand, got along like chlorine and ammonia at first. It took several weeks before they didn’t try to kill each other at least once a day. Even then, they still didn’t like each other outside of the bedroom until it became obvious that Rin and Gary were not giving up on each other. Several months earlier, Rin found out she was pregnant, and Gary did something he swore he would never do: he asked Rin to marry him. They had a traditional Japanese wedding in a shrine in a town outside of Osaka.
As they tried to hide in the shadows, their past came back to remind them that their enemies would hunt them until they were as good as dead. A former member of Kono’s family, Bunji Minami betrayed their whereabouts to what was left of the Okada family. Paul and Aki went on a honeymoon of their own, seeing all the sights that the Okada’s had to offer, taking in a few shows of watching their enemies burn and writhe in pain. Once there were no more members of the Okada gang, it was time for Rin and Aki to disappear forever, as well as tie up any loose ends. They tracked Bunji to a Chinese laundromat in the South Side of Chicago and captured him and his wife Emi two days ago. Since they were back in the states, they called up Bob to see if they could get his help in disposing of some trash, and possibly help them with another problem they had. As long as Rin and Aki were thought to still be alive, rivals in Japan would hunt them down if they ever came up for air. But if their enemies thought they were dead, they would stop the hunt. They had already faked Aki’s death in Vietnam via a boating accident. Now it was Rin’s turn.
On the seat between Rin and Aki sat a small refrigerator. It’s not uncommon for something like that to be in a partymobile such as an Escalade, but there was no champagne or booze of any kind in this fridge. Instead, it was a vampire’s buffet. 4 pints of Rin’s blood, withdrawn over the last few months, were stored away for just this situation. It was vital for the plan at hand. Just as vital as the last piece of the puzzle, currently sitting in a small box in the fridge.
Rin’s toe. The left pinky toe to be precise.
Their plan was simple. They would plant the blood and toe out in the woods near known bear activity, and then a random hiker would stumble upon a ton of blood and a toe. Law enforcement would come out, get samples and the leftover toe, and a few weeks later the DNA would come back positive for Kono Rin. When they match the toe to known pics of Rin’s feet and how part of a tattoo was on the toe, she’ll officially be dead.
But they know how plans can change. Bob proposed some changes as he has his own mess he has to clean up. Now, they’re looking to tie in all of this mess into one giant clean-up.
Paul’s phone buzzed with an alert on WhatsApp. Things were in motion.
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The side-by-sides drove slowly down the path past the cabins that still had guests in them on their way to Running Bear. No reason to draw attention before getting to their destination. When they approached the final fork in the path, they stopped and Bob took account of the situation. The first vehicle idled for a moment as Bob gave a signal to wait. In it, Troy sat in the driver’s seat while Bob was in the passenger’s seat. Pete squeezed his way into the back seat, cradling a shotgun. Behind them was a chest full of hunting gear. In the middle vehicle, Darren sat shotgun and carried the title well with a 12-gauge in his hands. The bros filled the other three seats as well as two Irish wolfhounds. It was a pretty tight fit back there. In the back of the second side-by-side Maddie was bound in a chest, her cries could be heard each time they hit a big bump. Behind them was a third side-by-side with 6 men in it, all dressed in similar hunting gear and masks. Two men sat in the front row, two more in the back row, and the last two occupied the storage area, along with some hunting gear.
They sat for a minute. Everyone wore a hunting mask except for Bob. Not only did he dislike them, he needed his face to unlock his phone. He didn’t trust the tech to keep his phone secure, but was confident enough in his relationship with the local sheriff and in his legal team’s abilities to keep his phone out of the fed’s hands. He waited for the last confirmation message from Bubbles to give his boys the go-ahead to haul ass up to Running Bear. He knew that from this point out, the only house that still had guests that would bitch and moan was their destination. He almost planned it that way. Out of the six cabins they’d pass, they were either filled with young people too hung over to notice a hunting party driving by or with families too busy waking up and feeding their little crotch goblins. The Running Bear complex was empty except for Running Bear itself, thanks to Bob’s staff shuffling some people around at the last minute. Those moves were simple enough to do and unless someone came around with a warrant, there was nothing to tie those moves to him making them happen. The residents were upgraded to nicer cabins so they wouldn’t complain and it all happened before James’s little party started.
It was 8:40AM, and the boys wanted to get their fuck on. Bob spent last night watching several scenes of the rape orgy from the last two days the night before. Maddie, his recently kidnapped whore in the chest, took the brunt of his assaults as he imagined what he’d do to Morgana’s ass this morning.
His phone buzzed. “Today’s word of the day is Saudade.” He would’ve ignored it but instead the notification came up so quick he clicked on it instead of what he was trying to do. Saudade, a feeling of melancholic or profoundly nostalgic longing for someone or something absent. It derives from the latin word for solitude and is Portuguese in origin. Saudade. Bob thought for a moment and felt that he could use it in a sentence. Seeing Morgana gave him an overwhelming sense of saudade when he thought back to his younger days, and the shit he did to Natalie Daniels. How this cold-hearted bitch hurt his Angie and his friends back when she was still his and how he raped the shit out of one of the most physically beautiful women he’d ever seen. He always had to qualify her beauty. He’d call Natalie Daniels a cunt but she lacked both the warmth and depth that are vital qualities of one. The next time he ran into that whore was shortly after Natalie killed his sister of sorts, Jen. He never told anyone what he did that night, outside of those that were there, his legal team, and only some of his most trusted friends like James. Saudade. He felt a sense of saudade thinking back to the horror on Natalie’s face as she realized that her boyfriend was being fed feet first into a woodchipper for what she did, and that she was getting covered in his remains. His saudade extended to how it felt to force her brothers to fuck her for their lives, then the terror and shock as she felt one brother’s skull explode behind her and the other’s face disappear into a red mist underneath her. He fucked her into a coma that night before selling her to an old friend that shuffled her off to the high priced sex slave market. When he found out that she was still alive a few years later but horribly disfigured, it just wasn’t the same when he fucked the stump that was left of her in that state prison hospital. Still, he checked fucking an amputee off of his perverted bucket list that night. That sense of saudade overwhelmed him when he saw Morgana for the first time on the Club’s website. She looked a lot like Natalie, except for her blue eyes and Natalie’s brown. Also, she wasn’t a bigoted, hate-filled, kiddie porn making, murderous whore. Saudade. He didn’t have a word for what he was feeling until now. This sense explained why he was willing to help James and Tommy out so much by using the cabin’s secret cameras to record all of their escapades, manipulating his staff into making sure that Running Bear was open and alone, and how he was willing to drop a high six to low seven figure settlement to make all this go away, as long as he gets to have some fun with that blonde. Saudade.
His phone buzzed again. It was Bubbles in WhatsApp. The truck was running and ready to roll. Bob locked the phone, then whistled once to get everyone’s attention. He didn’t say anything, just put his right hand up in the air, spun in a circle a couple times, then ended that flourish with a point towards Running Bear. That was the signal. A masked Troy gunned it and hauled ass to Running Bear, the other two side by side vehicles close behind. Bob donned his mask and sunglasses, thinking forward to how lovely Morgana’s ass would feel in a few minutes.
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“Go.” That’s all Bubbles had to type in on WhatsApp to kick off the next phase of this clusterfuck. She took a hit from her vape to try to settle her nerves. The audible that Bob called still scared the shit out of her, but it’s not like they had a choice in the matter. Not many said no to Big Ole’ Bobby K and lived to tell about it.
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Joe’s F-150 was loaded up with all of the Really Useful Crew’s gear. Steve and JC held their guns as Sam told Morgana and her friends how things were going from here on out. The room was darker than normal for the morning, as all of the window curtains were drawn shut.
“We’re leaving very shortly. You’re being left here, tied up, to make sure you don’t try anything stupid like follow us or run to the cops or whatever they have up here. When we leave, you will wait until you no longer hear his truck, then count to 100. Once you’ve reached 100, then you can start to free yourselves. You will leave and act like none of this ever happened. If you even think of going to the cops or any other law enforcement, we will come back for you. We know where all of you live, where all of you work, where all of you hang out, all of it. We have your personal and business contacts and they will be sent copies of the nastiest shit you did if you speak of this to anyone. Do you understand me? If you fuck around, you will find out.” The girls didn’t say anything until Sam stepped over and put his hands around Aislinn’s throat, squeezing it. “You understand me cunt?” She cried as he yelled at her, then nodded her head. He let go. “Good. Once we’re gone, then you can count.” Sam left first, followed by Bubbles, Joe, Mari, then Steve and JC. As the girls sat there in the dining room, the door burst open again. This time it was Bubbles. She ran through the first floor, tearing apart couch cushions and knocking things over. She made a mess of the place, obviously distraught over something.
“Where is it? C’mon, where is it?” She checked the box used to store the cell phones. Bubbles emptied them out, not seeing what she was desperately searching for. All of the phones in the box belonged to everyone not in the pickup. She spread them out, but didn’t see what she was looking for. “FUCK! FUCK, WHERE IS IT!?” She tore through the rest of the room, screaming and flipping things over, making a huge mess.
The girls tried not make eye contact with Bubbles, but Bianca wasn’t fast enough in averting her gaze.
“YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY YOU FUCKING BITCH?!! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!” Bubbles screamed at Bianca, lunging at the bound woman, only to be stopped by Sam.
“Hey, hey, hey, what’s going on?” Sam said, pulling Bubbles back from trying to rip Bianca’s eyes out.
Bubbles caught her breath for a moment before speaking. “I can’t find it.”
“Find what?”
“My phone.”
“Isn’t in your pocket?” Sam asked incredulously.
“No, my other one. The broken one.” Bubbles said on the verge of tears. She paused before talking again, lowering her voice. “It’s one of my old ones. It has enough info on it that can be traced back to us. I’m sorry, I need to find it.”
“Fuck. Where’d you look?” Sam asked, his concern showing through his mask. Bubbles pointed at the mess following her path. He shook his head a couple times. “Go check upstairs, go.” Bubbles tore ass up the steps.
About two minutes of screaming and rummaging through the upstairs preceded a loud “WHY THE FUCK WAS IT HERE?!!” Bubbles returned downstairs, holding her old phone.
“Where was it?” Sam asked.
“In the nightstand. I swear I cleaned it out before we…” Bubbles was cut off by the sound of a large BANG outside of the house. Followed by another, and another. Those were gunshots. More shots followed. “What the fuck?” Sam and Bubbles said in unison as they made their way to the door, Sam with his pistol drawn.
To their right, Joe’s F-150 was pulling out and spinning out as it tried to gain traction. Steve crouched down in the bed, firing an AR-15 wildly into the air. To their left coming up the trail were 3 side-by-side ATV’s, each filled with men in hunting gear.
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Morgana had the best view from her location in the dining room. The truck pulled out in a hurry, with Dad Bod Not Dave #1. The chubby man in the mask, Not Dave #2, ran to the doorway. He ran out of view and fired off a few shots before falling in front of the house under the window. He limped off out of view before hearing some more gunshots. The Asian woman screamed from the doorway. She ran through the living room and dining room to the exit by the dining room just before the window next to the front door exploded. More shots came from outside. A man dressed in all camo and a mask walked past the open windows, in the general area where the chubby man fell and fired two shots below him.
She couldn’t hold back anymore. Aislinn had a worse view and only saw the man fire his gun, but screamed for dear life when the gun fired the last time. All of this gunfire and violence was too much for her and she screamed for help, hoping beyond hope that these men were somehow their saviors from this living Hell. “Help us! HELP!” Aislinn screamed as best she could over the gunfire. Bianca screamed as well, though her yells were more incoherent. Morgana stayed silent as she just saw what she thought was a murder. Drew just screamed into his gag.
A moment or two later, the gunshots ceased. Three men entered the cabin. They all wore matching clothes, almost like uniforms but unlike any uniforms she’d ever seen before. They looked like a mix between soldiers and hunters, dressed in camouflage from head to toe. Their faces were covered by full face masks that only had cut outs for the eyes, and two of the three men wore sunglasses. Morgana didn’t know her guns, but saw that of the three men, one of them carried those assault rifles that Yanks love so much while the other two carried traditional looking rifles. It was hard to gauge their heights and builds, but the three men seemed to be about the same size, a little shorter than Drew but on the skinny side. As the three men looked over what they found, Morgana noticed that one of them also had a pistol in his hand. This must the be the one that shot that fatass outside. They looked at each other for a moment before another voice came from outside.
“LET ME GO YOU FUCKING SICKOS! OWW! HELP ME! AHHH!” It was the pink haired Asian girl, Kim. One of her rapists. Two more men entered, one walking backwards. The two of them carried a pink mass between them. Kim kicked and screamed between them. Those two carried Kim over to the large table to which all of the women were tied. The men dumped Kim on the table on her back, then dragged her to the edge so her legs dangled over the edge. One of the men held her arms down while the other tried removing her clothes, working on her pink sweatpants and shoes. Kim’s screams were cut off by a couple punches to the gut.
“Shut the fuck up you chink whore.” The man between her legs said as he laid into her again and again, causing the Asian woman with pink hair to try to curl up into a ball to protect herself, but to no avail.
As Kim’s cries curtailed, more men entered the cabin. Morgana’s heart sank as none of them stopped the two men at the table from stripping the Asian girl. Kim’s pants were caught on her shoes and they now worked on removing her panties. One of the other hunters fought with Kim to remove her hoodie. Another man came over and pulled out a large knife and used it on Kim’s undershirt, slicing it to shreds.
Aislinn screamed as one of the hunters knelt next to her and started stroking her face with one hand and put his other on her thigh. Her composure and nerves completely shot, seeing her hope of escape ruined and coming to the realization that she’s about to be raped again, if not worse. Bianca fared no better as two men made their way over to the bound milf and played with her tits.
Morgana lost count of how many men were in the room. It was at least ten, and the last one at the door held the leash to the largest dog she’d ever seen in her life. But when she tried to count, they moved around. The men not stripping Kim or molesting the other girls stood around like they were waiting on orders. A couple of them eyed her like a piece of meat, and she knew what was about to happen. Just as two men stepped closer to Morgana, a tall man at the door made a noise, like some kind of “ten hut.” All of the men stopped what they were doing, but didn’t let go of their prey. The tall man surveyed the room. As he did, a much shorter man ran forward and whispered something to the tall man. He looked to the rest of the men and said only one sentence.
“Dibs on the blonde.”
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To Be Continued...
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Re: Pharma
Chapter Tags: M+F+,nc,anal,oral,rim,MM,setup
Content Warnings: Getting lost in translation and trapped by a large lapdog
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Bob's crew has some fun while some old family show up...
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Chapter 79(M+F+,nc,anal,oral,rim,MM,setup)
“Dibs on the blonde.” Morgana’s heart sank as the tall one in camo said that. The rest of the hunting party hooted and hollered. Two men of about equal height pulled Aislinn up and bent her over the table. Three more held Bianca down on the floor, one holding her arms down while two others held her legs open as their buddy pulled down his pants. The man between Kim’s legs freed his cock right before forcing it in to the Asian, eliciting a scream. As the various men jockeyed for position, three made their way over to Morgana with bad intentions. She wanted to hide but had nowhere to go. The tall one that called dibs on her grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. Considering her only choices were standing or losing her scalp, she stood. “You's sure are a pretty one. You’s and my boys gonna have lotsa fun.” She couldn’t place the accent if she tried. The tall one motioned to the short one to grab Morgana’s tied wrists and force her to bend over the large dining table. She knew what was coming. She could see it all around her. Aislinn tried to reach over to her and grab her hand from where she was getting raped by one the hunters at the end of the table and the Asian girl lay next to her on the edge of the table to her right, getting fucked by some of the hunters. “Don’t mind if I do.” She heard a different voice behind her, one that was obviously fake. She tried to look behind her, but couldn’t move to see who spoke. But when she felt a hard cock line up with her asshole and an obvious beer belly on her rump, she put two and two together and gathered that the fake voice came from the fat man getting ready to sodomize her.
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Only a few minutes had passed since Bob and his crew showed up, and Sam finally got up off of the pathway in front of the cabin. Things had gone mostly to plan. His friends left just as the hunting party came from the left and fired into the air. Steve fired off most of his fake rounds high, making sure that even if they were live, they’d miss by a country mile. Sam’s job was the hardest. Don’t shoot back at the boys. He fired one shot clear into the middle area, directly away from the cabin. After that, he dropped to the ground and crawled away under the windows. One of the hunters walked toward where he was, and on cue Sam fired two more shots into the middle area. Bubbles stood in the doorway and screamed like she just saw her lover murdered, then ran back inside. The hunter near Sam nodded at chubby man in acknowledgement of a job well done. Now, he just sat out of view with one of the hunters while looking up at one of the largest dogs he’s ever seen in his life. They waited until they heard all of the women scream for help before the hunter talked.
“This here’s Pooka. Her brother Lobo’s inside. Go ‘head, say hi girl.” Pooka gave Sam a big, wet lick. He tried to stifle a laugh before he moved to pet the Irish Wolfhound. “Good job so far. Give’em a couple minutes till the first round makes their way out, then we’ll hang out for a bit until the next part of this project gets underway.”
“Next part?” Sam asked.
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Joe drove his F-150 away from the house at a dangerous clip until he was out of sight from the cabin. Once clear, he brought the speed back down to a normal level. It took them another 10 minutes of driving through narrow trails until they emerged into a clearing near the highway. They all breathed a collective sigh of relief as a message came from Sam in WhatsApp. “All good, going to the next phase.” Joe parked his truck in the clearing as Steve and JC hopped out of the bed and into the back of the cab. They looked like a perfectly normal group of people, aside from the guns they moved to the cab with them. Mari looked back to make sure that they secured the guns out of sight. As the four of them talked about their plans and what to do for the next hour or two until Sam and Bubbles rejoined them, Joe noticed some movement from the opposite side of the clearing.
An all-black Escalade with the darkest window tint he’d seen in ages started its engine and drove towards them. Only the front windscreen and windows had the slightest visibility through them. At first Joe tried to pay no mind to them, until he caught a glimpse of the men in the front. What stood out was to Joe was that they wore matching black suits, like they were extras from an MIB sequel, or were cosplaying as the Blues Brothers. But something felt off about them.
“Who’s that?” Mari asked, seeing that Joe was still on edge as the Escalade drove slowly past them and down the pathway. The driver turned his head slightly and then back to the road.
Joe thought for a moment before speaking. “Don’t know.”
“Must’ve been up here for a while.” JC said, looking at the large SUV as it rolled down the path away from them.
“What makes you say that?” Mari asked.
“Dirt on the backs already dried. Vehicle that big driving through the mud or dirt will kick some up, and all black vehicles show every piece of dirt. This thing already had a little dirt on it. Not enough to go offroading, but just enough from pulling in. Plus, who takes a 6 figure Escalade off roading?”
“Think they’re cops?” Mari asked.
“Doubt it. Car’s too nice. Cops don’t drive Caddy’s.” JC replied. “Whoever that is, they sure as shit aren’t cops.”
“Someone wanna message Sam?” Joe said, getting a little worried about this rendezvous.
“On it.” Steve said.
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Sam gave Pooka some more head scratches as they made their way to a bench out of view from the cabin’s main windows. Even sitting on the bench, Sam was barely at eye level with this dog. He’s seen a coupe Great Danes in his life, but even those felt small next to this dog. The handler, a man who called himself Derrick, said that Pooka was 3 years old and a great hunting and attack dog when needed, but viewed herself as a lap dog. Sam realized he wasn’t kidding when Pooka climbed onto the bench and him, laying on his lap and demanding more pets. His phone buzzed and he saw the message from Steve.
“Hey, we’ve got company. Friends say an Escalade is coming down that path.” Sam said with more than a hint of concern.
Derrick looked around for his phone for a moment until he saw one of the group chats he was in. One unknown user said “Truck with the crew cleared the path.” Another user just said “OTW.” On the way.
“Not sure who they are, but I think they’re in the group chat. Mentioned your boys clearing the road.” Derrick said.
Sam typed a reply. “Think they’re with our new friends.” Pooka whined as Sam took his hand away from the most important task in the world of giving her more pets and scratches.
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Bob was on Cloud 9 fucking Morgana’s ass. She was so sexy and tight, and the way she whimpered when he’d pull out of her ass and slam into her puss then back again into her ass made him wish he had all day to break the bitch and make her one of his whores. Sure, it fucked with his rhythm, but this wasn’t about fucking to nut, this was fucking to fuck. Here he was, in his 50’s raping a hot white bitch in one of his properties, while her friends are getting speared, too. Looking from his left to right, he took in the whole scene. Two of the brothers held down Bubbles while the third fucked her. She was crying out in Korean for them to stop, but that was the plan. He knew it was Korean because that’s what she told him she was the other night. To his right, Troy was balls deep in Aislinn. He might try to get a piece of her, but it was better to let everyone get a taste first. Behind him, Drew was tied up and screaming something fierce into his gag. He’ll get some attention soon enough. One of the guys will get horny enough to fuck him sooner or later. On the floor, two guys were spitroasting that big-tittied bitch Bianca in doggy. Speaking of doggy, one of the bros walked that monster Lobo through the house. Not sure where that was heading, but if Lobo joined in the fun, he wanted to check that out. Not because he wanted to see an Irish Wolfhound fuck one of these girls, but out of sheer curiosity. ‘Shit, if Lobo doesn’t play here, I can always sick’em on my new little whore Maddie if needed. Especially if her parents don’t play ball. If seeing their precious little girl getting fucked by a 150 pound dog and threats to release it on the web don’t get them to sell me that land, nothing will.’
After pulling out of Morgana’s pussy and shoving his cock into her ass one more time, he added up how much this little adventure was going to cost him. He lost out on a few grand by booking this cabin to Tommy and not to some out-of-state family paying through the nose for their vacation. Multiply that a couple times and he lost about 10 grand at least on rent from this compound. Then there was damage. Fucking Bubbles fired off a live gun and embedded a bullet in one of the timbers. He’ll have to find and fix that before renting the cabin out again this weekend. Last thing he needs is another Yelp review where Karen McKarenstein finds another bullet hole in the roof. But that’s chump change for everything else he’ll have to pay for. He’s looking at a large settlement to keep this all under wraps, well into the 7 figures. 6 friends being held at gunpoint and raped for an entire weekend was gonna cost him, but throw in a random hunting party coming in and having some fun and now he’s gonna have to get creative to keep this under wraps.
Then there’s his boys, Gary and Paul. He’s been in the know of what they’ve been up to for the last year since they went underground from the underground. They managed to piss off everyone in Japan worth a damn and somehow made their way back to the states without flagging every watchlist under the sun. Now, he’s gonna dig them out of their grave by staging a murder and planting evidence that Bubbles wasn’t a Korean girl but actually Kono Rin, notorious leader of the Kono Crime Family in Japan and that she’d been here in the states hiding out from the gangsters trying to kill her. Of all the things Gary could’ve done, he had to fall in love with one of his targets. Now, anyone even associated with them got a little visit from the Yakuza. At least the “witnesses” to this murder won’t want to dig too deep into things. But paying off cops is always expensive, at least in moral collateral. If he can buy off a cop, anyone with the funds can buy off the same cop. They aren’t loyal to anyone but themselves. He knew better than to screw with Sheriff Ryland Holmes, but his deputies could be paid off. All but his niece, that is. One of them will stumble upon what will look like a Grizzly’s breakfast. They’ll find a bunch of shredded pink clothes, some blood, and maybe a toe if Gary wasn’t bullshitting him. If they need other parts, that can be arranged but the blood and toe should be enough to make a match in Interpol’s system to flag as a match to Kono Rin. Once she’s declared deader than the dodo, the couple will settle down somewhere out of the way. At least that’s the plan.
Bob figured at least 10k to bribe the deputy to discover the body and some more to the county’s CSI to only run specific samples. ‘That’s the great thing with public servants’, Bob thought. ‘They’re so cheap to bribe.’ It doesn’t take much to bribe one and make them look the wrong way. And as long as nothing too crazy happens, they generally go along with it. It’s one thing to ask a cop to ignore a murder, but getting them to list a murder as an accident or to misidentify the body as a known member of the FBI’s Top Ten Most Wanted is pretty easy in comparison. And as long as he doesn’t make outrageous demands all of the time, the cops look the other way when he has to do some business. Even Ryland turns his head for a lot of what happens behind the scenes at the resort. Bob knows not to poke the bear, though. If a bunch of bodies start popping up in the woods with bullet holes instead of bear teeth, there’ll be Hell to pay.
He’d make a token offer to Tommy and James, but then suddenly those two are going to have a tax bill to handle if they do accept it. On paper, it’ll look like $50,000, but in reality it’ll be jack and shit.
That big tittied bitch should be relatively cheap to pay off. From what he knows about her, she’s going through a messy divorce and just wants to go home and keep anything that happened a secret. If her ex found out about who and what she fucked, he’d go to the courts to fight her for custody just to spite her. Bob figured he could get her to settle for 50 to 100k as a low offer and 250k on the high end, with most of it tied away in a trust for her daughter. If she presses for more, then her hubby’s lawyer will get a call.
The bitch beneath him cried as he slammed into her pussy again and again, then back into her ass. She reminded him a lot of one of his greatest conquests, Natalie Daniels. Well, looks wise she was like Natalie. Morgana wasn’t a murderous cunt like Natalie. From what he’s seen of her from the Club’s videos and of the hidden camera feeds this weekend, she’s a lot nicer. And a secret freak when pushed the right way. And likely pregnant. He’s seen the signs before.
He would use that to his advantage. Fuck, Bob uses everything to his advantage. That’s the thing about being in charge, all decisions go through him but other people give him the ideas. He knows that two of the three Aussies are lawyers, so that will gum up the works for payouts but if this twat was more worried about how this could come out and get to her kid in the future, she’ll keep her mouth shut like a true G. The lawyers will cost more to make this disappear, but he’ll play the ‘I didn’t know and am only acting in the interest of my company’ angle. This’ll cost him more, but he can handle it. Bob guesses that low 6 figures to keep this out of the press and keep it quiet. Some nosy shit will be tracking the open frequencies the pigs use for dispatching calls and at least one fuckhead with nothing better to do will try to make a big deal out of it, but he can apply the right pressure at the local paper and keep it buried, or twist it just the right way.
The hardest part will be keeping these bitches from going to the cops and pressing charges, even though the cops will be here in about 2-3 hours investigating a murder. He’ll have Deputy Willard assign this case to the Sheriff’s niece. She’s a good cop, but gets a little too gung-ho dealing with rapes and shit. She’ll want to dig deep and prosecute and go to the ends of the Earth to bring the attackers to justice, but she’s such a hardass about it that she scares off the victims.
The three Aussies will cost him between 200k to 500k to keep them each quiet. 300k would be a nice middle point, especially if ICE or their employers find out they were involved in some serious crimes. Even with being the victims, the last thing they want to do is go before the courts on a work visa. Drew the hubby will be very indignant, but Bob had a way around that.
Morgana let out another cry as Bob did the ass-puss-ass-puss move again. He’d love to spend more time with her, but he had shit to do. He grabbed on to her hips and fucked Morgana extra hard as he felt that familiar feeling rise in his nuts as he blasted a load deep in her pussy. He long ago had nothing to worry about following a vasectomy, but with a gangbang this large he knew he was in the clear.
As he pulled out and walked away, Morgana cried as one of the brothers took his spot inside the bound blonde. Bob walked to the far side of the room and called Pete over. The diminutive man stood next to Bob as the larger man whispered to him.
“Make sure Drew gets some attention soon. Have some fun however you want, but someone’s gotta give loverboy a good time. After you get off, join me outside. Bring Troy and Darren with you.”
Pete nodded, then looked at Drew then back to Bob.
“Doesn’t have to be you, just make sure someone fucks hubby over there.” Bob said quietly. Pete felt better, as he wanted to get a piece of that Asian girl. Bob slapped Pete on the shoulder, then stepped outside. The action was still going on, but he had things he needed to do and prepare for.
Once outside and away from the window, he walked over to a bench away from the house, vape in hand. He took off his mask and approached the bench, seeing two men and a really big dog it.
“Slide over, Pooka.” The dog didn’t move, as she was busy getting pets and scratches from Sam. Bob turned to Sam when Pooka wouldn’t move. “Oh, you’re stuck now. Nothing like a 150 pound lap dog to keep you sitting.” Bob puffed on his vape, enjoying a long draw after a good fuck.
“Yeah. Thought about getting up, but this pup has other plans.” Sam said, still petting this massive mutt.
“Bossman, we got incoming.” Derrick said, holding the leash in one hand and his phone in another.
“Who is it?” Bob said between puffs.
“Don’t know. They’re in the group chat, driving an Escalade.” He showed Bob the app and moved as Sam spoke up.
“My friends saw them come down the path right after they cleared it. Pretty sure they're not cops.” Sam said as Pooka looked at Sam, wanting more chin scratches.
Bob looked at the chat and knew who it was instantly. He motioned for the leash from Derrick. “They’re expected. Why don’t you go have some fun, we got this out here.”
“You sure?” Derrick said, hesitant to hand over the leash, even though this was one of Bob’s prized hunting dogs.
“I’ll be fine. I raised her granddaddy and her daddy. Besides, she’s got her new best friend here.” Bob shrugged at Sam. Derrick gave him the leash. “Go, have fun. Think there’s someone up your alley you’ll like. Don’t worry, everyone already knows, it’s like the worst kept secret in the county. Go on, have fun.” Derrick showed a little shock for a moment, then walked swiftly into the cabin, double checking that his mask was in place.
“If you don’t mind me asking…” Sam started, but Bob quickly cut him off as he made two quick moves with his leash caused Pooka to make a little room on the bench.
“I do, but since you’re in bed with us now, you should know what’s going on. We had to call an audible couple nights ago and again this morning. The gist of it is that a couple friends of mine are in town, and are in some hot shit. They pissed off, well, they pissed off Japan.” Bob said, pausing to take a hit off his vape.
“Japan?”
“Yep.”
“How do you piss off an entire country?” Sam asked, not sure exactly what Bob meant.
“These friends of mine, more than friends actually, they’re two of the best at what they do around the world, and were called to do a thing in Tokyo, or Kyoto, somewhere in Japan. They didn’t do that thing they were hired for, and instead helped their targets. Kinda pissed at them for what they did, but they did a bunch of shit to tie up loose ends. One of those loose ends may, or may not, have involved assassinating a senior government official. They went undergound, trying to get away and make a clean start. That brings them here.” Bob took another hit off the vape.
“Wait, they were behind the Prime Minister’s assassination?” Sam was hung up on that detail in Bob’s story.
“Maybe, I don’t know. I didn’t ask for details. But they’re coming here to fake a death, and you and Bubbles will help.” Bob said.
Sam felt a cold shiver go down his spine. “What?”
“No, not like that. That was bad phrasing. You see, Bubbles is Kono Rin. You’ve never heard of her before, but that doesn’t matter ‘cause the only people who could tie you to this think you’re already dead.”
“Wait, who-“
“Who’s Kono Rin? Former leader of the Kono family in Japan’s Yakuza, and one of the fiercest warriors in the world. She’s also my sister-in-law and carrying my nephew or niece, not sure which yet. I know Bubbles isn’t Kono Rin, but those four in the cabin don’t. In a minute or two, a black Escalade will come down that path with 6 people in it. Two of them are my brothers. Two of them are their wives. The other two are the people that ratted them out to the Yakuza. Shortly after they get here and stop, me and a few of my boys will finish fucking Bubbles and drag her out here. We’ll make a big spectacle about it in front of the girls, and make a lot of noise out here. It’ll end with, well, you ever wonder why I called this cabin Running Bear? Cause there’s a lot of bears in the area. Those bears’ll feed good tonight. But while the bears are feeding on two traitors, one of my boys is gonna put a little something out in the woods for the good Sheriff to find. A set of pink sweats, a pair of running shoes all covered in blood, and a toe. The blood will match the toe, and that toe will be traced back to Interpol as that of Kono Rin, a heavily tattooed Japanese woman. Between that and a few shreds of flesh and bone, there’ll be enough left to declare that Kono Rin and her partner in crime were found dead in the woods. You guys will be back down in Harbor City, and no one will ever think to look for you for this crime, because it’s already been solved. All you gotta do is keep your fuckin’ trap shut for the rest of your life, keep your girl’s trap shut, and enjoy our working relationship from now on. So, make sense?”
Sam just sat there dumbfounded, only coming back to his senses when Pooka nudged him for another head scratch. Bob looked at Sam for a long second. Sam nodded his head. “Y…Yeah. Makes sense.”
“Cool. Hate to make another audible.” Bob puffed on his vape as Sam took in exactly how deeply fucked the situation was. He had just been told in no uncertain terms to keep quiet about what was to happen, and that he was about to be involved in two murders. Bob took another hit then pointed to Sam’s gun. “Is that in your name?”
“Uh, nuh. No, it’s not. Found this and a few others in a house I cleaned out.”
“Got others you can use?” Bob asked. Sam just nodded. “Good. Clean it off and hand it over. Never want to use the same gun for two crimes.”
Sam froze for a moment before clearing the ammo from his Glock and wiping it down with his shirt. Bob handed him a microfiber towel he had in his hunting pants and Sam wiped down each surface of the gun he touched. He paid extra close attention to the trigger, slide, and mag release. Once the gun was pretty well cleaned off, he focused on the magazine.
“Unload the mag, take the bullets out. Clean off four of them real good. And when shit goes down, pick up those cases. They’re worth everything to you. Suggest getting rid of them out of the county, but nowhere near where you live. But they can’t stay here. Got it?” Sam just nodded as he nervously cleaned off four of the 9mm bullets. Bob took them and the newly cleaned magazine and loaded them. Sam noted for the first time how Bob wore hunting gloves.
As Bob loaded the magazine into the pistol, a black Escalade drove down the street and pulled into their parking lot. It was in pristine condition except for a little mud here and there splashed on it from driving down the trail and in the clearing. Though this vehicle was capable, it was in no ways the best choice for taking off-road.
“There’s our friends.” Bob said, slapping Sam on the shoulder. Bob stood up and Pooka heeled to him without a word. The Escalade did a 3-point turn to face the path they just drove down, then parked. Bob put Sam’s gun into his waistband by his spine and approached the SUV.
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Derrick entered the cabin, mask back in position. He wasn’t exactly sure what Bob meant by something ‘up his alley’ until he walked in and took in the scene around him. It was an orgy. 4 women getting used every which way possible by about a dozen guys. 5, now that someone was grabbing that new bitch Maddie from her chest was dragging her in on her leash. But all the bitches didn’t grab Derrick’s attention. It was the good looking man, bound over a bench and gagged, ass up in the air for the world to see. He was lost in his world for a moment until his older brother Cole bumped into him, dragging Maddie behind him. Maddie was naked except for a dog collar and a pair of red fuck-me pumps.
“Oh, hey. Bruh, what you waiting for? Fuck’im. No wait, I got an idea.”
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Drew felt sick to his stomach. What he hoped would be a rescue party turned out to be just as bad as the nightmare they left, if not somehow worse. He was now watching the third different man in the last ten minutes fuck his wife, and a couple more were having a run on Aislinn. His head was somehow restrained to keep his vision more or less straight, but he could hear Bianca’s moans as yet more men fucked her. Hell, even that Asian slut Kim was getting railed pretty hard. ‘That fucking cunt deserves it.’ Drew thought to himself, and if this was any other situation, he’d enjoy seeing her cry out in pain. Fuck, he’d love to give it back to her even half as bad as she dished it out. If he turned his head just right, he could see her and hear her beg something in one of those Asian languages. What was that, Mandarin? ‘No, I’ve heard Mandarin before, don’t think that’s it.’ He tried to focus her words and screams, if just to drown out the mewls Morgana made. His focus was so intense on Kim, he didn’t notice the footsteps stop behind him. Nor someone get between his legs.
“Lick his asshole, slut. It’s all the prep he’s gonna get.” The voice came from directly behind him, but he couldn’t see who it was. That was definitely a man that said that. His mind raced on possibilities on what was going on until he felt something on his ass. It was a pair of hands, one on each cheek, pulling them apart.
“Yes, Master.” Drew couldn’t place that voice, but it was definitely feminine. A moment later, he felt the strangest sensation as something wet circled his sphincter and flicked around it. Whoever this woman was, she was licking his asshole. He’d never felt anything like it before. The mere idea was something that he couldn’t even think of getting Morgana to try. He did a quick sanity check as he tried to block out the sensations. Morgana and Aislinn were directly in his field of view. Kim was screaming something in an Asian language, and he could still hear Bianca getting fucked on the floor near him. This was a new person, likely a woman, and she had just given him a rimjob. But as much as he enjoyed the sensation, he was terrified at the words going through his mind. ‘It’s all the prep he’s gonna get.’
“Stop, whore. See what you did? You made him hard. Suck him off until he cums, but do not swallow. If you swallow this time, I will beat your tits off.”
“Yes, Master.” The woman that was tonguing Drew’s asshole stopped and shifted her position. She placed her mouth over Drew’s cock and engulfed it all the way to the base, then went to work sucking it. Whoever she was, she was very skilled and Drew was worried that he might cum soon. That’s when he heard the sound of pants dropping and felt someone get very, very close to his thighs.
“My turn. Just, try to relax.” This was a different voice. A man’s voice. Followed by a pair of men’s hands on his hips and something long and hard between his asscheeks.
Drew tried to deny what was happening, but nothing he did or said or tried could prevent the next few moments from happening. The right hand moved position as this man behind him lined his cock up with Drew’s asshole and pushed in. What started as a little pressure soon escalated to intense pain as this intruder speared his ass for the first time. He pushed in, bit by bit, until he settled in as deep as he could go. Drew screamed and cried into his gag like nothing ever before, hoping that this would stop. Whoever was doing this to Drew started to pull out, then pumped back in, over and over, gaining speed and ferocity with each thrust. If felt like he was getting punched in the stomach over and over and over again.
Meanwhile, the woman on his dick just kept sucking and sucking like it was her sole duty in life to make him cum. The pain and humiliation was too much for Drew to bear, and he just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
Morgana’s gaze met Drew’s during this and saw her husband being raped by one of the hunters while the body of another woman lay at an awkward angle under Drew’s crotch. It disgusted her that these monsters would do this to her Drew. But she knew there was nothing they could do to stop it. He just had to endure it. Just like she did.
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Bob approached the SUV, shifting the leash to his left hand while Pooka walked next to him. His right hand creeped back towards the gun he just put there. He knew who was coming, but still…
The passenger’s side door opened. Out stepped a bald man wearing a black suit and tie and dark sunglasses. He moved with a purpose, scanning the area quickly before walking up to Bob. The two men hesitated for the briefest of seconds before going in for a bro hug, which then turned into a real hug followed by laughter.
“Fuck you been up to, buddy?” Bob said.
Gary looked up as he smiled. “Lotsa things. Long story short, got married, having a kid soon, killed some people, going off the grid, tying up loose ends. You?” Gary’s gaze caught Sam behind Bob and he instantly sized him up. “Scare the shit out of the new guy?”
Bob looked back at Sam, seeing him still sitting there. “Yeah. New guy I’m working with down in Harbor City. He’s helping with everything going down, too.”
“How much he know?” Gary asked, fighting the instinct to move his hand to his hidden 9mm under his jacket.
“Enough to be scared and not do something stupid. Pretty sure this is his first time.” Bob replied.
“So, how long until we get this party started?” A second voice came from the other side of the SUV. He was dressed just like Gary in a matching black suit, tie, and dark sunglasses. His face betrayed his cold tone, as it broke into a smile as he approached his long lost brother from another mother. It was Paul, and the last few steps turned into a small run as the three men hugged, letting the years slip away between them. For a quick second, they were no longer in their 50’s, but teens once again. At least until the aches and pains returned. This was followed by a voice that Bob didn’t recognize. Bob turned to see a short Japanese woman dressed in a similar themed business suit. Her voice was high pitched and had a sternness that betrayed her diminutive size. Her hair was pulled back into two ponytails, making her look even younger than she was. The Japanese flowed from her mouth, and Paul responded back fluently. Bob had no clue what they were saying, until she approached gave a quick bow.
“Kono Aki, wife, Paul.” Bob didn’t know how to respond until Paul urged him to bow back.
“Bob Kuntzmann. Welcome to the family.” Paul translated, but he said a lot more than just a quick sentence. Aki responded back with what Bob thought was a bitchy attitude, and Paul responded in kind. The two had a small argument that ended with them smiling and kissing.
“Engrish, understand, no speak.” Aki said, extending her hand for a shake. Bob gladly shook her hand, and did his best not to check her out. She was family now.
“My English is better than my sister’s.” The rear door opened as a woman of cold beauty stepped out of the Escalade, dressed in a matching business suit like her sister, but with obvious alterations made for a noticeable baby bump. She stepped down from the SUV and onto the packed dirt and gravel driveway. Gary made a move to help her, but she gave a slight shake of her head and he stayed back, ready to move if she needed him. She walked the few feet over to the group and stopped next to Gary before bowing to Bob. “Kono Rin. Thank you for your… assistance. Galy speaks highry of you. Highry? Highly.” She looked like she was trying on the words for the first time. Gary nodded after she said the last word.
“It’s a pleasure to have you here, my lady.” Bob said after bowing. “And may I say, welcome to the family.” He made a motion like he wanted to hug her, but hesitated. She allowed him to hug her. Bob hasn’t been scared of a pregnant woman in a long time, and that was back when his Latina baby mama would throw pots and pans at him. But that was nothing compared to the stories he heard of Kono Rin. “Do you know-“
Kono cut Bob off right before he finished the question. “Yes, but our secret for now.” She gave a slight smile as she rubbed her belly without thinking. Bob was about to say something, but Aki asked something in Japanese.
“Dumbass over there just wants to know if he’s gonna be an aunt or an uncle.” Paul said to Aki. She laughed.
“You fucker.” Bob said with a laugh. In the background, cries, yells, and screams could be heard from the cabin behind him.
“Your boys having a little party before things go down?” Gary asked.
“Yeah. Also part of the alibi, too. I gave the quick and dirty version over the chat, but that guy over there on the bench who looks like he just saw a ghost, that’s Sam. He and a few of his friends just spent the weekend partying with about half a dozen people, mostly women. Just as he and his girl are leaving, up rolls a party of crazed militia hunters, all dressed in matching camo. The last two out the building are Sam and his Asian girlfriend. He kept his face hidden the whole time, so they don’t know what he really looks like above the neckline. He runs outside when the guns fire, drops to the ground, obviously shot. His girl freaks out and runs, only to get caught and brought back to the cabin where 3 women are tied up naked. Well, there’s about a dozen guys and 4 women, so these guys are fucking the shit out of them. In a few minutes, right before the resort’s security team makes their way here, they’ll drag the Asian girl out here, and inside they’ll hear some screams and some shots. Later on, what’s left of two bodies will be found, but one will be so horribly mangled by the bears it’ll be impossible to identify. But one will have just enough to point to Kono Rin's body being eaten by a bear. As far as those girls in the cabin know, they’ll have heard two people get whacked right before the militia think of doing the same to them. That’s when my staff will come down, see what happened, I’ll change and show up with some help and the Sheriff’s office will be here shortly after. Meanwhile, the bodies… you have bodies, right?”
Kono nodded. “Two…traitors in the trunk.”
“Good. Those bodies will be found but not directly. The man will go down as a John Doe until someone needs a good death. There won’t be enough left for identification but someday the Sheriff might receive a tip and a matching DNA sample, along with a few dead presidents, to say that prick is who we say he is. We’ll all move along with our lives and these women in the cabin will decide to settle and sign NDA’s to just put this behind them. Word will get over to Japan about how Kono Rin met a grizzly end, pun intended, and whoever you decide to be after will go on to be a normal, boring, suburban housewife somewhere. Meanwhile Sam and his girl go to work for me down south, and we make money hand over fist.” Bob finished his monologue, hoping he didn’t have to repeat it. Aki gave Paul a quick look that said ‘translate’ but before he could, Rin spoke up.
“Acceptable. The key will be in the details of dealing with the Satsu. But give dogs a toy and they’ll be happy for hours.”
“Pigs. Over here we call’em pigs, we like our dogs. Ain’t that right, Pooka?” The dog gave a slight acknowledgement at hearing Bob call her name. “The pigs’ll spend some time confirming that the woman was you. Meanwhile, you’ll be busy establishing your new identity somewhere. I might see some visitors come from Kyoto or Tokyo one day, but they’ll just want proof that you’re dead. If they try to go any further, well, we can handle ourselves in a pinch.”
Kono looked like she wanted to say something, but looked at the company she kept. Her husband, her brother-in-law, and now this new man all came from this area. Gary spoke highly of Bob, covering everything from their childhood together as some of the only white kids in an all-minority gang-ridden town to their quests for revenge for the death of their sister. He held Bob in a rare position of love, honor, and fear. And looking behind them at the path of bodies behind them to get here, if Gary was afraid of Bob, then the Yakuza should be little more than an inconvenience.
Before she could say anything else, Bob’s phone alarm went off. “Twenty minutes until the patsies show up.” Bob cupped his hands in front of his mouth and made a bird call. He repeated it a few seconds later. Shortly thereafter, Pete walked out of the cabin, buttoning his pants. “15 minutes, timing is tight, plan as discussed.”
“Gotchya boss.” Pete said, then returned to the cabin. The group waited for Pete to get out of view before catching up.
Bob, Paul, and Gary shot the shit for a few minutes as Sam watched from the bench behind them. He didn’t join them for several minutes, as more of the hunters made their way out. At some point that skinny man Derrick came back and grabbed Pooka, and took her inside. Pooka took a few steps back towards Sam, but eventually followed Derrick. The screams from inside the cabin took on a different pitch and fervor. He was looking over to the cabin itself, so it took a moment for him to see Bob beckon him.
“Hey, c’mon, it’s showtime.” Bob said, waving Sam over. Sam approached, and finally saw the scope of what was going down. Seeing a double homicide described in a text chain was one thing, but seeing two people pulled out of the back of an SUV and forced to their knees, that’s a whole different story. Three of the hunters carried Bubbles out of the cabin while another closed the door behind them. Bubbles kept shouting something in Korean, but shut up as one of Bob’s boys fired his AR-15 into the air. This got everyone’s attention, and Bubbles took that as her sign to shut the fuck up. As soon as she saw Sam, she leapt into his arms, buck ass naked. One of the guys kept her clothes and walked over to Bob and his guests.
“You okay?” Sam asked quietly. Bubbles nodded yes, but squeezed him for all he was worth. He wanted to comfort her, but then Bob made a whistle and everyone stopped. Everyone was quiet except for that short guy that talked to Bob. He wasn’t wearing a mask and looked a little like Pete Davidson. He leaned over to Sam and Bubbles and whispered.
“First time?” Pete asked in hushed tones.
“For what?” Bubbles asked, staying close to Sam.
“Murdering someone.”
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To Be Continued...
Content Warnings: Getting lost in translation and trapped by a large lapdog
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Bob's crew has some fun while some old family show up...
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Chapter 79(M+F+,nc,anal,oral,rim,MM,setup)
“Dibs on the blonde.” Morgana’s heart sank as the tall one in camo said that. The rest of the hunting party hooted and hollered. Two men of about equal height pulled Aislinn up and bent her over the table. Three more held Bianca down on the floor, one holding her arms down while two others held her legs open as their buddy pulled down his pants. The man between Kim’s legs freed his cock right before forcing it in to the Asian, eliciting a scream. As the various men jockeyed for position, three made their way over to Morgana with bad intentions. She wanted to hide but had nowhere to go. The tall one that called dibs on her grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. Considering her only choices were standing or losing her scalp, she stood. “You's sure are a pretty one. You’s and my boys gonna have lotsa fun.” She couldn’t place the accent if she tried. The tall one motioned to the short one to grab Morgana’s tied wrists and force her to bend over the large dining table. She knew what was coming. She could see it all around her. Aislinn tried to reach over to her and grab her hand from where she was getting raped by one the hunters at the end of the table and the Asian girl lay next to her on the edge of the table to her right, getting fucked by some of the hunters. “Don’t mind if I do.” She heard a different voice behind her, one that was obviously fake. She tried to look behind her, but couldn’t move to see who spoke. But when she felt a hard cock line up with her asshole and an obvious beer belly on her rump, she put two and two together and gathered that the fake voice came from the fat man getting ready to sodomize her.
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Only a few minutes had passed since Bob and his crew showed up, and Sam finally got up off of the pathway in front of the cabin. Things had gone mostly to plan. His friends left just as the hunting party came from the left and fired into the air. Steve fired off most of his fake rounds high, making sure that even if they were live, they’d miss by a country mile. Sam’s job was the hardest. Don’t shoot back at the boys. He fired one shot clear into the middle area, directly away from the cabin. After that, he dropped to the ground and crawled away under the windows. One of the hunters walked toward where he was, and on cue Sam fired two more shots into the middle area. Bubbles stood in the doorway and screamed like she just saw her lover murdered, then ran back inside. The hunter near Sam nodded at chubby man in acknowledgement of a job well done. Now, he just sat out of view with one of the hunters while looking up at one of the largest dogs he’s ever seen in his life. They waited until they heard all of the women scream for help before the hunter talked.
“This here’s Pooka. Her brother Lobo’s inside. Go ‘head, say hi girl.” Pooka gave Sam a big, wet lick. He tried to stifle a laugh before he moved to pet the Irish Wolfhound. “Good job so far. Give’em a couple minutes till the first round makes their way out, then we’ll hang out for a bit until the next part of this project gets underway.”
“Next part?” Sam asked.
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Joe drove his F-150 away from the house at a dangerous clip until he was out of sight from the cabin. Once clear, he brought the speed back down to a normal level. It took them another 10 minutes of driving through narrow trails until they emerged into a clearing near the highway. They all breathed a collective sigh of relief as a message came from Sam in WhatsApp. “All good, going to the next phase.” Joe parked his truck in the clearing as Steve and JC hopped out of the bed and into the back of the cab. They looked like a perfectly normal group of people, aside from the guns they moved to the cab with them. Mari looked back to make sure that they secured the guns out of sight. As the four of them talked about their plans and what to do for the next hour or two until Sam and Bubbles rejoined them, Joe noticed some movement from the opposite side of the clearing.
An all-black Escalade with the darkest window tint he’d seen in ages started its engine and drove towards them. Only the front windscreen and windows had the slightest visibility through them. At first Joe tried to pay no mind to them, until he caught a glimpse of the men in the front. What stood out was to Joe was that they wore matching black suits, like they were extras from an MIB sequel, or were cosplaying as the Blues Brothers. But something felt off about them.
“Who’s that?” Mari asked, seeing that Joe was still on edge as the Escalade drove slowly past them and down the pathway. The driver turned his head slightly and then back to the road.
Joe thought for a moment before speaking. “Don’t know.”
“Must’ve been up here for a while.” JC said, looking at the large SUV as it rolled down the path away from them.
“What makes you say that?” Mari asked.
“Dirt on the backs already dried. Vehicle that big driving through the mud or dirt will kick some up, and all black vehicles show every piece of dirt. This thing already had a little dirt on it. Not enough to go offroading, but just enough from pulling in. Plus, who takes a 6 figure Escalade off roading?”
“Think they’re cops?” Mari asked.
“Doubt it. Car’s too nice. Cops don’t drive Caddy’s.” JC replied. “Whoever that is, they sure as shit aren’t cops.”
“Someone wanna message Sam?” Joe said, getting a little worried about this rendezvous.
“On it.” Steve said.
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Sam gave Pooka some more head scratches as they made their way to a bench out of view from the cabin’s main windows. Even sitting on the bench, Sam was barely at eye level with this dog. He’s seen a coupe Great Danes in his life, but even those felt small next to this dog. The handler, a man who called himself Derrick, said that Pooka was 3 years old and a great hunting and attack dog when needed, but viewed herself as a lap dog. Sam realized he wasn’t kidding when Pooka climbed onto the bench and him, laying on his lap and demanding more pets. His phone buzzed and he saw the message from Steve.
“Hey, we’ve got company. Friends say an Escalade is coming down that path.” Sam said with more than a hint of concern.
Derrick looked around for his phone for a moment until he saw one of the group chats he was in. One unknown user said “Truck with the crew cleared the path.” Another user just said “OTW.” On the way.
“Not sure who they are, but I think they’re in the group chat. Mentioned your boys clearing the road.” Derrick said.
Sam typed a reply. “Think they’re with our new friends.” Pooka whined as Sam took his hand away from the most important task in the world of giving her more pets and scratches.
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Bob was on Cloud 9 fucking Morgana’s ass. She was so sexy and tight, and the way she whimpered when he’d pull out of her ass and slam into her puss then back again into her ass made him wish he had all day to break the bitch and make her one of his whores. Sure, it fucked with his rhythm, but this wasn’t about fucking to nut, this was fucking to fuck. Here he was, in his 50’s raping a hot white bitch in one of his properties, while her friends are getting speared, too. Looking from his left to right, he took in the whole scene. Two of the brothers held down Bubbles while the third fucked her. She was crying out in Korean for them to stop, but that was the plan. He knew it was Korean because that’s what she told him she was the other night. To his right, Troy was balls deep in Aislinn. He might try to get a piece of her, but it was better to let everyone get a taste first. Behind him, Drew was tied up and screaming something fierce into his gag. He’ll get some attention soon enough. One of the guys will get horny enough to fuck him sooner or later. On the floor, two guys were spitroasting that big-tittied bitch Bianca in doggy. Speaking of doggy, one of the bros walked that monster Lobo through the house. Not sure where that was heading, but if Lobo joined in the fun, he wanted to check that out. Not because he wanted to see an Irish Wolfhound fuck one of these girls, but out of sheer curiosity. ‘Shit, if Lobo doesn’t play here, I can always sick’em on my new little whore Maddie if needed. Especially if her parents don’t play ball. If seeing their precious little girl getting fucked by a 150 pound dog and threats to release it on the web don’t get them to sell me that land, nothing will.’
After pulling out of Morgana’s pussy and shoving his cock into her ass one more time, he added up how much this little adventure was going to cost him. He lost out on a few grand by booking this cabin to Tommy and not to some out-of-state family paying through the nose for their vacation. Multiply that a couple times and he lost about 10 grand at least on rent from this compound. Then there was damage. Fucking Bubbles fired off a live gun and embedded a bullet in one of the timbers. He’ll have to find and fix that before renting the cabin out again this weekend. Last thing he needs is another Yelp review where Karen McKarenstein finds another bullet hole in the roof. But that’s chump change for everything else he’ll have to pay for. He’s looking at a large settlement to keep this all under wraps, well into the 7 figures. 6 friends being held at gunpoint and raped for an entire weekend was gonna cost him, but throw in a random hunting party coming in and having some fun and now he’s gonna have to get creative to keep this under wraps.
Then there’s his boys, Gary and Paul. He’s been in the know of what they’ve been up to for the last year since they went underground from the underground. They managed to piss off everyone in Japan worth a damn and somehow made their way back to the states without flagging every watchlist under the sun. Now, he’s gonna dig them out of their grave by staging a murder and planting evidence that Bubbles wasn’t a Korean girl but actually Kono Rin, notorious leader of the Kono Crime Family in Japan and that she’d been here in the states hiding out from the gangsters trying to kill her. Of all the things Gary could’ve done, he had to fall in love with one of his targets. Now, anyone even associated with them got a little visit from the Yakuza. At least the “witnesses” to this murder won’t want to dig too deep into things. But paying off cops is always expensive, at least in moral collateral. If he can buy off a cop, anyone with the funds can buy off the same cop. They aren’t loyal to anyone but themselves. He knew better than to screw with Sheriff Ryland Holmes, but his deputies could be paid off. All but his niece, that is. One of them will stumble upon what will look like a Grizzly’s breakfast. They’ll find a bunch of shredded pink clothes, some blood, and maybe a toe if Gary wasn’t bullshitting him. If they need other parts, that can be arranged but the blood and toe should be enough to make a match in Interpol’s system to flag as a match to Kono Rin. Once she’s declared deader than the dodo, the couple will settle down somewhere out of the way. At least that’s the plan.
Bob figured at least 10k to bribe the deputy to discover the body and some more to the county’s CSI to only run specific samples. ‘That’s the great thing with public servants’, Bob thought. ‘They’re so cheap to bribe.’ It doesn’t take much to bribe one and make them look the wrong way. And as long as nothing too crazy happens, they generally go along with it. It’s one thing to ask a cop to ignore a murder, but getting them to list a murder as an accident or to misidentify the body as a known member of the FBI’s Top Ten Most Wanted is pretty easy in comparison. And as long as he doesn’t make outrageous demands all of the time, the cops look the other way when he has to do some business. Even Ryland turns his head for a lot of what happens behind the scenes at the resort. Bob knows not to poke the bear, though. If a bunch of bodies start popping up in the woods with bullet holes instead of bear teeth, there’ll be Hell to pay.
He’d make a token offer to Tommy and James, but then suddenly those two are going to have a tax bill to handle if they do accept it. On paper, it’ll look like $50,000, but in reality it’ll be jack and shit.
That big tittied bitch should be relatively cheap to pay off. From what he knows about her, she’s going through a messy divorce and just wants to go home and keep anything that happened a secret. If her ex found out about who and what she fucked, he’d go to the courts to fight her for custody just to spite her. Bob figured he could get her to settle for 50 to 100k as a low offer and 250k on the high end, with most of it tied away in a trust for her daughter. If she presses for more, then her hubby’s lawyer will get a call.
The bitch beneath him cried as he slammed into her pussy again and again, then back into her ass. She reminded him a lot of one of his greatest conquests, Natalie Daniels. Well, looks wise she was like Natalie. Morgana wasn’t a murderous cunt like Natalie. From what he’s seen of her from the Club’s videos and of the hidden camera feeds this weekend, she’s a lot nicer. And a secret freak when pushed the right way. And likely pregnant. He’s seen the signs before.
He would use that to his advantage. Fuck, Bob uses everything to his advantage. That’s the thing about being in charge, all decisions go through him but other people give him the ideas. He knows that two of the three Aussies are lawyers, so that will gum up the works for payouts but if this twat was more worried about how this could come out and get to her kid in the future, she’ll keep her mouth shut like a true G. The lawyers will cost more to make this disappear, but he’ll play the ‘I didn’t know and am only acting in the interest of my company’ angle. This’ll cost him more, but he can handle it. Bob guesses that low 6 figures to keep this out of the press and keep it quiet. Some nosy shit will be tracking the open frequencies the pigs use for dispatching calls and at least one fuckhead with nothing better to do will try to make a big deal out of it, but he can apply the right pressure at the local paper and keep it buried, or twist it just the right way.
The hardest part will be keeping these bitches from going to the cops and pressing charges, even though the cops will be here in about 2-3 hours investigating a murder. He’ll have Deputy Willard assign this case to the Sheriff’s niece. She’s a good cop, but gets a little too gung-ho dealing with rapes and shit. She’ll want to dig deep and prosecute and go to the ends of the Earth to bring the attackers to justice, but she’s such a hardass about it that she scares off the victims.
The three Aussies will cost him between 200k to 500k to keep them each quiet. 300k would be a nice middle point, especially if ICE or their employers find out they were involved in some serious crimes. Even with being the victims, the last thing they want to do is go before the courts on a work visa. Drew the hubby will be very indignant, but Bob had a way around that.
Morgana let out another cry as Bob did the ass-puss-ass-puss move again. He’d love to spend more time with her, but he had shit to do. He grabbed on to her hips and fucked Morgana extra hard as he felt that familiar feeling rise in his nuts as he blasted a load deep in her pussy. He long ago had nothing to worry about following a vasectomy, but with a gangbang this large he knew he was in the clear.
As he pulled out and walked away, Morgana cried as one of the brothers took his spot inside the bound blonde. Bob walked to the far side of the room and called Pete over. The diminutive man stood next to Bob as the larger man whispered to him.
“Make sure Drew gets some attention soon. Have some fun however you want, but someone’s gotta give loverboy a good time. After you get off, join me outside. Bring Troy and Darren with you.”
Pete nodded, then looked at Drew then back to Bob.
“Doesn’t have to be you, just make sure someone fucks hubby over there.” Bob said quietly. Pete felt better, as he wanted to get a piece of that Asian girl. Bob slapped Pete on the shoulder, then stepped outside. The action was still going on, but he had things he needed to do and prepare for.
Once outside and away from the window, he walked over to a bench away from the house, vape in hand. He took off his mask and approached the bench, seeing two men and a really big dog it.
“Slide over, Pooka.” The dog didn’t move, as she was busy getting pets and scratches from Sam. Bob turned to Sam when Pooka wouldn’t move. “Oh, you’re stuck now. Nothing like a 150 pound lap dog to keep you sitting.” Bob puffed on his vape, enjoying a long draw after a good fuck.
“Yeah. Thought about getting up, but this pup has other plans.” Sam said, still petting this massive mutt.
“Bossman, we got incoming.” Derrick said, holding the leash in one hand and his phone in another.
“Who is it?” Bob said between puffs.
“Don’t know. They’re in the group chat, driving an Escalade.” He showed Bob the app and moved as Sam spoke up.
“My friends saw them come down the path right after they cleared it. Pretty sure they're not cops.” Sam said as Pooka looked at Sam, wanting more chin scratches.
Bob looked at the chat and knew who it was instantly. He motioned for the leash from Derrick. “They’re expected. Why don’t you go have some fun, we got this out here.”
“You sure?” Derrick said, hesitant to hand over the leash, even though this was one of Bob’s prized hunting dogs.
“I’ll be fine. I raised her granddaddy and her daddy. Besides, she’s got her new best friend here.” Bob shrugged at Sam. Derrick gave him the leash. “Go, have fun. Think there’s someone up your alley you’ll like. Don’t worry, everyone already knows, it’s like the worst kept secret in the county. Go on, have fun.” Derrick showed a little shock for a moment, then walked swiftly into the cabin, double checking that his mask was in place.
“If you don’t mind me asking…” Sam started, but Bob quickly cut him off as he made two quick moves with his leash caused Pooka to make a little room on the bench.
“I do, but since you’re in bed with us now, you should know what’s going on. We had to call an audible couple nights ago and again this morning. The gist of it is that a couple friends of mine are in town, and are in some hot shit. They pissed off, well, they pissed off Japan.” Bob said, pausing to take a hit off his vape.
“Japan?”
“Yep.”
“How do you piss off an entire country?” Sam asked, not sure exactly what Bob meant.
“These friends of mine, more than friends actually, they’re two of the best at what they do around the world, and were called to do a thing in Tokyo, or Kyoto, somewhere in Japan. They didn’t do that thing they were hired for, and instead helped their targets. Kinda pissed at them for what they did, but they did a bunch of shit to tie up loose ends. One of those loose ends may, or may not, have involved assassinating a senior government official. They went undergound, trying to get away and make a clean start. That brings them here.” Bob took another hit off the vape.
“Wait, they were behind the Prime Minister’s assassination?” Sam was hung up on that detail in Bob’s story.
“Maybe, I don’t know. I didn’t ask for details. But they’re coming here to fake a death, and you and Bubbles will help.” Bob said.
Sam felt a cold shiver go down his spine. “What?”
“No, not like that. That was bad phrasing. You see, Bubbles is Kono Rin. You’ve never heard of her before, but that doesn’t matter ‘cause the only people who could tie you to this think you’re already dead.”
“Wait, who-“
“Who’s Kono Rin? Former leader of the Kono family in Japan’s Yakuza, and one of the fiercest warriors in the world. She’s also my sister-in-law and carrying my nephew or niece, not sure which yet. I know Bubbles isn’t Kono Rin, but those four in the cabin don’t. In a minute or two, a black Escalade will come down that path with 6 people in it. Two of them are my brothers. Two of them are their wives. The other two are the people that ratted them out to the Yakuza. Shortly after they get here and stop, me and a few of my boys will finish fucking Bubbles and drag her out here. We’ll make a big spectacle about it in front of the girls, and make a lot of noise out here. It’ll end with, well, you ever wonder why I called this cabin Running Bear? Cause there’s a lot of bears in the area. Those bears’ll feed good tonight. But while the bears are feeding on two traitors, one of my boys is gonna put a little something out in the woods for the good Sheriff to find. A set of pink sweats, a pair of running shoes all covered in blood, and a toe. The blood will match the toe, and that toe will be traced back to Interpol as that of Kono Rin, a heavily tattooed Japanese woman. Between that and a few shreds of flesh and bone, there’ll be enough left to declare that Kono Rin and her partner in crime were found dead in the woods. You guys will be back down in Harbor City, and no one will ever think to look for you for this crime, because it’s already been solved. All you gotta do is keep your fuckin’ trap shut for the rest of your life, keep your girl’s trap shut, and enjoy our working relationship from now on. So, make sense?”
Sam just sat there dumbfounded, only coming back to his senses when Pooka nudged him for another head scratch. Bob looked at Sam for a long second. Sam nodded his head. “Y…Yeah. Makes sense.”
“Cool. Hate to make another audible.” Bob puffed on his vape as Sam took in exactly how deeply fucked the situation was. He had just been told in no uncertain terms to keep quiet about what was to happen, and that he was about to be involved in two murders. Bob took another hit then pointed to Sam’s gun. “Is that in your name?”
“Uh, nuh. No, it’s not. Found this and a few others in a house I cleaned out.”
“Got others you can use?” Bob asked. Sam just nodded. “Good. Clean it off and hand it over. Never want to use the same gun for two crimes.”
Sam froze for a moment before clearing the ammo from his Glock and wiping it down with his shirt. Bob handed him a microfiber towel he had in his hunting pants and Sam wiped down each surface of the gun he touched. He paid extra close attention to the trigger, slide, and mag release. Once the gun was pretty well cleaned off, he focused on the magazine.
“Unload the mag, take the bullets out. Clean off four of them real good. And when shit goes down, pick up those cases. They’re worth everything to you. Suggest getting rid of them out of the county, but nowhere near where you live. But they can’t stay here. Got it?” Sam just nodded as he nervously cleaned off four of the 9mm bullets. Bob took them and the newly cleaned magazine and loaded them. Sam noted for the first time how Bob wore hunting gloves.
As Bob loaded the magazine into the pistol, a black Escalade drove down the street and pulled into their parking lot. It was in pristine condition except for a little mud here and there splashed on it from driving down the trail and in the clearing. Though this vehicle was capable, it was in no ways the best choice for taking off-road.
“There’s our friends.” Bob said, slapping Sam on the shoulder. Bob stood up and Pooka heeled to him without a word. The Escalade did a 3-point turn to face the path they just drove down, then parked. Bob put Sam’s gun into his waistband by his spine and approached the SUV.
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Derrick entered the cabin, mask back in position. He wasn’t exactly sure what Bob meant by something ‘up his alley’ until he walked in and took in the scene around him. It was an orgy. 4 women getting used every which way possible by about a dozen guys. 5, now that someone was grabbing that new bitch Maddie from her chest was dragging her in on her leash. But all the bitches didn’t grab Derrick’s attention. It was the good looking man, bound over a bench and gagged, ass up in the air for the world to see. He was lost in his world for a moment until his older brother Cole bumped into him, dragging Maddie behind him. Maddie was naked except for a dog collar and a pair of red fuck-me pumps.
“Oh, hey. Bruh, what you waiting for? Fuck’im. No wait, I got an idea.”
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Drew felt sick to his stomach. What he hoped would be a rescue party turned out to be just as bad as the nightmare they left, if not somehow worse. He was now watching the third different man in the last ten minutes fuck his wife, and a couple more were having a run on Aislinn. His head was somehow restrained to keep his vision more or less straight, but he could hear Bianca’s moans as yet more men fucked her. Hell, even that Asian slut Kim was getting railed pretty hard. ‘That fucking cunt deserves it.’ Drew thought to himself, and if this was any other situation, he’d enjoy seeing her cry out in pain. Fuck, he’d love to give it back to her even half as bad as she dished it out. If he turned his head just right, he could see her and hear her beg something in one of those Asian languages. What was that, Mandarin? ‘No, I’ve heard Mandarin before, don’t think that’s it.’ He tried to focus her words and screams, if just to drown out the mewls Morgana made. His focus was so intense on Kim, he didn’t notice the footsteps stop behind him. Nor someone get between his legs.
“Lick his asshole, slut. It’s all the prep he’s gonna get.” The voice came from directly behind him, but he couldn’t see who it was. That was definitely a man that said that. His mind raced on possibilities on what was going on until he felt something on his ass. It was a pair of hands, one on each cheek, pulling them apart.
“Yes, Master.” Drew couldn’t place that voice, but it was definitely feminine. A moment later, he felt the strangest sensation as something wet circled his sphincter and flicked around it. Whoever this woman was, she was licking his asshole. He’d never felt anything like it before. The mere idea was something that he couldn’t even think of getting Morgana to try. He did a quick sanity check as he tried to block out the sensations. Morgana and Aislinn were directly in his field of view. Kim was screaming something in an Asian language, and he could still hear Bianca getting fucked on the floor near him. This was a new person, likely a woman, and she had just given him a rimjob. But as much as he enjoyed the sensation, he was terrified at the words going through his mind. ‘It’s all the prep he’s gonna get.’
“Stop, whore. See what you did? You made him hard. Suck him off until he cums, but do not swallow. If you swallow this time, I will beat your tits off.”
“Yes, Master.” The woman that was tonguing Drew’s asshole stopped and shifted her position. She placed her mouth over Drew’s cock and engulfed it all the way to the base, then went to work sucking it. Whoever she was, she was very skilled and Drew was worried that he might cum soon. That’s when he heard the sound of pants dropping and felt someone get very, very close to his thighs.
“My turn. Just, try to relax.” This was a different voice. A man’s voice. Followed by a pair of men’s hands on his hips and something long and hard between his asscheeks.
Drew tried to deny what was happening, but nothing he did or said or tried could prevent the next few moments from happening. The right hand moved position as this man behind him lined his cock up with Drew’s asshole and pushed in. What started as a little pressure soon escalated to intense pain as this intruder speared his ass for the first time. He pushed in, bit by bit, until he settled in as deep as he could go. Drew screamed and cried into his gag like nothing ever before, hoping that this would stop. Whoever was doing this to Drew started to pull out, then pumped back in, over and over, gaining speed and ferocity with each thrust. If felt like he was getting punched in the stomach over and over and over again.
Meanwhile, the woman on his dick just kept sucking and sucking like it was her sole duty in life to make him cum. The pain and humiliation was too much for Drew to bear, and he just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
Morgana’s gaze met Drew’s during this and saw her husband being raped by one of the hunters while the body of another woman lay at an awkward angle under Drew’s crotch. It disgusted her that these monsters would do this to her Drew. But she knew there was nothing they could do to stop it. He just had to endure it. Just like she did.
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Bob approached the SUV, shifting the leash to his left hand while Pooka walked next to him. His right hand creeped back towards the gun he just put there. He knew who was coming, but still…
The passenger’s side door opened. Out stepped a bald man wearing a black suit and tie and dark sunglasses. He moved with a purpose, scanning the area quickly before walking up to Bob. The two men hesitated for the briefest of seconds before going in for a bro hug, which then turned into a real hug followed by laughter.
“Fuck you been up to, buddy?” Bob said.
Gary looked up as he smiled. “Lotsa things. Long story short, got married, having a kid soon, killed some people, going off the grid, tying up loose ends. You?” Gary’s gaze caught Sam behind Bob and he instantly sized him up. “Scare the shit out of the new guy?”
Bob looked back at Sam, seeing him still sitting there. “Yeah. New guy I’m working with down in Harbor City. He’s helping with everything going down, too.”
“How much he know?” Gary asked, fighting the instinct to move his hand to his hidden 9mm under his jacket.
“Enough to be scared and not do something stupid. Pretty sure this is his first time.” Bob replied.
“So, how long until we get this party started?” A second voice came from the other side of the SUV. He was dressed just like Gary in a matching black suit, tie, and dark sunglasses. His face betrayed his cold tone, as it broke into a smile as he approached his long lost brother from another mother. It was Paul, and the last few steps turned into a small run as the three men hugged, letting the years slip away between them. For a quick second, they were no longer in their 50’s, but teens once again. At least until the aches and pains returned. This was followed by a voice that Bob didn’t recognize. Bob turned to see a short Japanese woman dressed in a similar themed business suit. Her voice was high pitched and had a sternness that betrayed her diminutive size. Her hair was pulled back into two ponytails, making her look even younger than she was. The Japanese flowed from her mouth, and Paul responded back fluently. Bob had no clue what they were saying, until she approached gave a quick bow.
“Kono Aki, wife, Paul.” Bob didn’t know how to respond until Paul urged him to bow back.
“Bob Kuntzmann. Welcome to the family.” Paul translated, but he said a lot more than just a quick sentence. Aki responded back with what Bob thought was a bitchy attitude, and Paul responded in kind. The two had a small argument that ended with them smiling and kissing.
“Engrish, understand, no speak.” Aki said, extending her hand for a shake. Bob gladly shook her hand, and did his best not to check her out. She was family now.
“My English is better than my sister’s.” The rear door opened as a woman of cold beauty stepped out of the Escalade, dressed in a matching business suit like her sister, but with obvious alterations made for a noticeable baby bump. She stepped down from the SUV and onto the packed dirt and gravel driveway. Gary made a move to help her, but she gave a slight shake of her head and he stayed back, ready to move if she needed him. She walked the few feet over to the group and stopped next to Gary before bowing to Bob. “Kono Rin. Thank you for your… assistance. Galy speaks highry of you. Highry? Highly.” She looked like she was trying on the words for the first time. Gary nodded after she said the last word.
“It’s a pleasure to have you here, my lady.” Bob said after bowing. “And may I say, welcome to the family.” He made a motion like he wanted to hug her, but hesitated. She allowed him to hug her. Bob hasn’t been scared of a pregnant woman in a long time, and that was back when his Latina baby mama would throw pots and pans at him. But that was nothing compared to the stories he heard of Kono Rin. “Do you know-“
Kono cut Bob off right before he finished the question. “Yes, but our secret for now.” She gave a slight smile as she rubbed her belly without thinking. Bob was about to say something, but Aki asked something in Japanese.
“Dumbass over there just wants to know if he’s gonna be an aunt or an uncle.” Paul said to Aki. She laughed.
“You fucker.” Bob said with a laugh. In the background, cries, yells, and screams could be heard from the cabin behind him.
“Your boys having a little party before things go down?” Gary asked.
“Yeah. Also part of the alibi, too. I gave the quick and dirty version over the chat, but that guy over there on the bench who looks like he just saw a ghost, that’s Sam. He and a few of his friends just spent the weekend partying with about half a dozen people, mostly women. Just as he and his girl are leaving, up rolls a party of crazed militia hunters, all dressed in matching camo. The last two out the building are Sam and his Asian girlfriend. He kept his face hidden the whole time, so they don’t know what he really looks like above the neckline. He runs outside when the guns fire, drops to the ground, obviously shot. His girl freaks out and runs, only to get caught and brought back to the cabin where 3 women are tied up naked. Well, there’s about a dozen guys and 4 women, so these guys are fucking the shit out of them. In a few minutes, right before the resort’s security team makes their way here, they’ll drag the Asian girl out here, and inside they’ll hear some screams and some shots. Later on, what’s left of two bodies will be found, but one will be so horribly mangled by the bears it’ll be impossible to identify. But one will have just enough to point to Kono Rin's body being eaten by a bear. As far as those girls in the cabin know, they’ll have heard two people get whacked right before the militia think of doing the same to them. That’s when my staff will come down, see what happened, I’ll change and show up with some help and the Sheriff’s office will be here shortly after. Meanwhile, the bodies… you have bodies, right?”
Kono nodded. “Two…traitors in the trunk.”
“Good. Those bodies will be found but not directly. The man will go down as a John Doe until someone needs a good death. There won’t be enough left for identification but someday the Sheriff might receive a tip and a matching DNA sample, along with a few dead presidents, to say that prick is who we say he is. We’ll all move along with our lives and these women in the cabin will decide to settle and sign NDA’s to just put this behind them. Word will get over to Japan about how Kono Rin met a grizzly end, pun intended, and whoever you decide to be after will go on to be a normal, boring, suburban housewife somewhere. Meanwhile Sam and his girl go to work for me down south, and we make money hand over fist.” Bob finished his monologue, hoping he didn’t have to repeat it. Aki gave Paul a quick look that said ‘translate’ but before he could, Rin spoke up.
“Acceptable. The key will be in the details of dealing with the Satsu. But give dogs a toy and they’ll be happy for hours.”
“Pigs. Over here we call’em pigs, we like our dogs. Ain’t that right, Pooka?” The dog gave a slight acknowledgement at hearing Bob call her name. “The pigs’ll spend some time confirming that the woman was you. Meanwhile, you’ll be busy establishing your new identity somewhere. I might see some visitors come from Kyoto or Tokyo one day, but they’ll just want proof that you’re dead. If they try to go any further, well, we can handle ourselves in a pinch.”
Kono looked like she wanted to say something, but looked at the company she kept. Her husband, her brother-in-law, and now this new man all came from this area. Gary spoke highly of Bob, covering everything from their childhood together as some of the only white kids in an all-minority gang-ridden town to their quests for revenge for the death of their sister. He held Bob in a rare position of love, honor, and fear. And looking behind them at the path of bodies behind them to get here, if Gary was afraid of Bob, then the Yakuza should be little more than an inconvenience.
Before she could say anything else, Bob’s phone alarm went off. “Twenty minutes until the patsies show up.” Bob cupped his hands in front of his mouth and made a bird call. He repeated it a few seconds later. Shortly thereafter, Pete walked out of the cabin, buttoning his pants. “15 minutes, timing is tight, plan as discussed.”
“Gotchya boss.” Pete said, then returned to the cabin. The group waited for Pete to get out of view before catching up.
Bob, Paul, and Gary shot the shit for a few minutes as Sam watched from the bench behind them. He didn’t join them for several minutes, as more of the hunters made their way out. At some point that skinny man Derrick came back and grabbed Pooka, and took her inside. Pooka took a few steps back towards Sam, but eventually followed Derrick. The screams from inside the cabin took on a different pitch and fervor. He was looking over to the cabin itself, so it took a moment for him to see Bob beckon him.
“Hey, c’mon, it’s showtime.” Bob said, waving Sam over. Sam approached, and finally saw the scope of what was going down. Seeing a double homicide described in a text chain was one thing, but seeing two people pulled out of the back of an SUV and forced to their knees, that’s a whole different story. Three of the hunters carried Bubbles out of the cabin while another closed the door behind them. Bubbles kept shouting something in Korean, but shut up as one of Bob’s boys fired his AR-15 into the air. This got everyone’s attention, and Bubbles took that as her sign to shut the fuck up. As soon as she saw Sam, she leapt into his arms, buck ass naked. One of the guys kept her clothes and walked over to Bob and his guests.
“You okay?” Sam asked quietly. Bubbles nodded yes, but squeezed him for all he was worth. He wanted to comfort her, but then Bob made a whistle and everyone stopped. Everyone was quiet except for that short guy that talked to Bob. He wasn’t wearing a mask and looked a little like Pete Davidson. He leaned over to Sam and Bubbles and whispered.
“First time?” Pete asked in hushed tones.
“For what?” Bubbles asked, staying close to Sam.
“Murdering someone.”
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To Be Continued...
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It has been a long read but it is certainly worth it. Keeping a story interesting for so long - 79 chapters and counting - is impressing. I can´t wait to see where your your writing skills and imagination takes us next - although Morgan and her friends probably would have preferred a less inventive writer 
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Thanks. Still have a few more chapters to post. I really appreciate you and everyone else that read this story. So far Pharma is over 360,000 words. It's the Brothers Karamozov of porn. And I still have an entire outline left for the future...Grimnir wrote: Wed Sep 02, 2026 10:11 pm It has been a long read but it is certainly worth it. Keeping a story interesting for so long - 79 chapters and counting - is impressing. I can´t wait to see where your your writing skills and imagination takes us next - although Morgan and her friends probably would have preferred a less inventive writer
Speaking of future, next chapter incoming.
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Chapter Tags: M+F,MM,nc,oral,anal,bd,viol
Content Warnings: Improper use of firearms and Vegemite.
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Shit gets crazy...
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Chapter 80(M+F,MM,nc,oral,anal,bd,viol)
Author’s note: The original version had a small section starring Man’s Best Friend. I cut away from it in this version due to the host’s rules. Just use your imagination, it can be as nasty or as tame as you want…
Morgana’s hope of making it out alive slipped with each different cock shoved into her pussy. She lost track after two of these monsters kept switching between who was fucking her and who was beating her ass. Even if she could make out who was who, everyone wore the same matching outfit, and some would disappear into view, some out of view. Aside from a couple of obviously different bodies, most of their assailants were all about the same. Taller, skinnier, and younger than the bastards that kidnapped them. But at least the first kidnappers seemed like they were sort-of normal. These bogans, they had nothing to stop them from killing them. She did her best to look around the room, given how limited her view was bent over the massive table. With that Kim girl to her left and Aislinn to her right both getting fucked by strange men. Aislinn had gone numb while Kim was screaming and yelling something in some Asian language. ‘Good’, Morgana thought. ‘It sounds painful, good.’ She wanted that girl to suffer for what she put her and her family through. Over her shoulder she could make out Drew. He was a mess. He’d just been raped by one of the hunters and now another one was lining up to take a turn on him. Meanwhile, some bitch was between his legs, apparently sucking his dick. She wanted to console him, but there was nothing she nor anyone else on Earth could do for him right now. She could barely make out where Bianca was, but knew that she was still getting fucked by the hunters.
“Oh, what is this shit?” The voice came from over in the kitchen. One of the hunters held a dog leash to the largest pup she’d ever seen, and was playing with the food. Another hunter came over and sniffed it. She couldn’t make out their whole conversation, but seeing their evil gaze cast on her made her skin crawl. They looked to the dog, then to the jar, then to them. They approached, the dog heeling with them as one of hunters held this jar. It was the jar of Vegemite that Drew received from that fancy bistro.
Speaking of Drew, a series of moans and cries took Morgana’s attention back to her husband. The first was the series of grunts of the hunter fucking him made as he came in Drew’s ass. The second was more like a pained moan from Drew, followed by sobs. The woman from between Drew’s legs stood, cheeks extended.
“Give the blonde what you got, make her swallow it.” The hunter holding the woman’s leash said. The brunette stood up, walked on wobbly legs over to Morgana, and grabbed her by the hair. The sex slave twisted Morgana’s head just enough to make the blonde cry out in pain, thus opening her mouth. When she did, the slave bent down and kissed Morgana on the lips, and spit something into her mouth. It was Drew’s cum. Before Morgana could try to spit it back out, the slave pinched Morgana’s nose closed and covered her mouth with her own. Morgana had three choices. Swallow, spit, or choke. Since the last two were no longer an option, she swallowed. “Good bitch. Now get back here and clean his ass.” A tug of the leash later and the slave walked back behind Drew and went to work cleaning his battered ass with her tongue.
As Morgana watched this assault continue, the man who was holding the leash handed it off to another man, as he approached her. “Let’s see whose ass is better, you or your hubby over there.”
Just as this monster forced his cock, the one he just used to rape her husband Drew, into her, there was a commotion at the end of the table. Three men grabbed Kim and carried her to the door, kicking and screaming. There was some hooting and hollering with a couple of the hunters talking about how it was “time for the chink bitch to get it” and “let’s waste the fucking gook” and “slit that jap whore’s throat.” A fourth man grabbed her clothes and a fifth followed behind them, drawing the shades shut and mostly closing the door.
A few minutes later, she heard a gunshot and her heart went still.
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One of the bros, Grant, was on dog duty for ‘misbehaving’ over the weekend. The boys went out over the weekend and found themselves a couple party girls to play with. One thing led to another and the boys had their way with the girls. Problem for Grant was that one of the girls recognized him out and about and sicked her boyfriend on him. Grant handled himself, but the last thing the boys needed this weekend was more heat. Because of that, he was given dog leash duty. Everyone else got to fuck first, and only if there was time and someone took Lobo from him could he get a piece of ass. He walked the Irish Wolfhound around the cabin while his friends and brothers fucked everyone down here on the main floor. If he had a chance, he’d love a go at that milf with the big tits, but all three of them were hot as fuck. But from what he heard of the plan, that was no guarantee.
Grant led the dog over to the kitchen, hoping to find something to distract him. He couldn’t eat since they were under strict orders to keep their faces covered, and as much as he just wanted to hand the dog off to literally anyone else, the orders came from his oldest brother and from Big Boss Bob. There’s a long list of people he’d rather piss off than Bob. Hell, there’s government agencies he’d rather get caught stealing from than do anything that could upset Bob. The only person these dogs liked more than him was Bob. So here he was, standing in the kitchen holding a massive dog on a leash as he rummaged through the kitchen.
He grabbed a jar of some dark substance and took a whiff of it. “Oh, what is this shit?” Grant said. One of his brothers came over to check things out. It was pungent, but tasty. The two carefully took a taste, and winced. It took Grant a moment to read the label that read “Vegemite.” Whatever it was, Lobo seemed to like it.
The two brothers looked at each other, then the girls, then the dog. They got an evil idea.
They waited a few minutes for Bob’s new slave to snowball the blonde and the guy next in line to fuck and for some of their brothers to drag the Chink girl outside. Grant knew she was in on the plan, but that wasn’t common knowledge outside of the group. Then, they saw as two more of the bros still in cabin pulled the big tittied milf off of the floor and bent her over the table. Now, all three of the remaining women were bent over, and two of them weren’t being fucked just yet. His bro stood by and took hold of the leash as Grant had a quick run at the milf and one more guy had a turn with the skinny brunette. Grant didn’t last long, but then again this was a gang rape, not a long lost love affair.
Once everyone was done with fucking the girls and Grant pulled his pants back up, he figured it was time for Lobo to have a little taste. Grant took a smear of the Vegemite and applied a generous glob on all three of the freshly fucked cunts. He then guided Lobo over to the table. One after another, the dog sniffed each Vegemite-covered pussy in front of him. The wolfhound was interested, and the two men knew that they’d have to let him eat soon. They started with the skinny brunette, then the blonde and finally the big tittied milf.
“No, no, please no, nooooo!” The skinny brunette said as she saw the large dog approach out of the corner of her eye…
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Once the group was certain they were out of range from the girls in the cabin, they let Bubbles down and Sam ran over to her, giving her a long hug. One of the brothers handed Bubbles her underwear, but kept the rest of her clothes. That brother walked over to Bob, who whispered something and nodded to Pete. Pete made a flourish with his right hand, and the brothers outside moved into position. Two of them took up point by the top of the trail in front of the Escalade and two behind them by the trail heading up to the house. Bob stood back with two bald white men in black suits as one of them hit a key fob and opened the rear of the SUV. There was a moment of struggle and muffled screaming in Japanese as two middle aged people dressed in matching track suits were dragged out of the trunk of the Escalade. Their hands were tied, and both were gagged. It was at this point that Bubbles noticed that a young, petite Japanese woman dressed in a similar fashion to the men walked around from behind Bob and the men in suits. She spoke something in Japanese. Bubbles tried to focus on what she was saying to the middle aged couple.
“What’s she saying?” Sam asked.
“Not sure. No, wait. Now she’s counting backwards. 19, 18, 17.” Bubbles responded. She still stood naked, protected only by her lover’s body holding her close.
The couple looked at each other as Bob handed the woman a gun. Sam’s gun. They immediately turned and ran down the hill facing the creek. The couple helped each other down the hill, but the woman was already down to five.
“Any last words, you Chink whore?” Pete yelled. “Guess not.” He timed his statement to match with the countdown. Suddenly, four shots roared to life from the short Yakuza woman. Bubbles wanted to scream at the shock, but knew that would be the worst thing to do right now. Sam covered her mouth hard, and she bit down on his hand to keep from screaming. It took all he had to keep from yelling out.
The couple didn’t get far. The woman reached the other side of the creek before she toppled from a hit to her shoulder. The husband took a round to the lower left leg, then another to his left buttock. He crawled towards his wife as the final shot imbedded itself in a tree right near his head. He couldn’t get up, and his wife moaned in agony as he tried to make his way to her.
Back by the car, the petite Yakuza was pissed. She knew these two would die soon from from their wounds, but she doesn’t like to miss. Even though hitting three out of four shots on two running targets from this range with a pistol is impressive, she really wanted to get that kill shot. She turned and pointed to one of the brothers standing nearby with an AR-15. “Give, now.” Her English wasn’t great, but it got the point across. After a brief moment of hesitation, the man handed over his rifle, and after a quick inspection, the woman was satisfied. She lined up the sights as the man made it to his wife and screamed for help in Japanese, along with begging for mercy for her. Those were the last words he would ever say, as the Yakuza woman fired a shot right through the man’s neck, essentially severing his head from his body. The wife screamed when she saw her husband killed right in front of her, but the next three shots took the fight out of her. One landed in her knee, destroying it. The second imbedded itself in her hip, and the final went through her husband’s chest and into hers. She made some loud sucking sounds for a moment before bleeding out and dying.
Sam stood there in shock for a moment. He’d never seen anyone killed before, and he’d just witnessed two people gunned down like deer in hunting season. Bubbles meanwhile, she was familiar with death working in a hospital, but this was the first time seeing it like this. The pair came out of their shared shock when Pete shook them.
“Boss wants ya.” That was enough to cause Sam to remember his duty. Grab the shells. Sam immediately walked as fast as he could to where the petite woman fired from and grabbed all of the brass casings he could. He didn’t care if they were from his gun or not at this point, he was barely thinking at all, aside from telling himself to keep his cool or he was next. Bubbles meanwhile walked over to Bob across the rough terrain, stopping only to put her panties on. It took her a moment to get to Bob and the two men with him. They spoke quietly. The brothers made a lot of hooting and hollering, firing shots into the air.
“Bubbles, my friends here want to offer their thanks. Along with someone in the car.”
Before she could say anything, the shorter of the two men in matching suits spoke up. “You did a great service for my family today. We owe you a debt of honor. And your partner as well. Thanks to you, my wife will be able to disappear in peace. See that over there?” The man pointed to the SUV, where a hand in the rear handed over a small box and a couple bags of what looked like blood to the hunter that held Bubbles’s clothes. She followed the events with her eyes. “Right now, as far as anyone is concerned inside, you’re dead. But they never knew who you were. The Sheriff’s office will find your clothes, some remains that weren’t eaten by a bear, and a piece of my wife. Your clothes will be covered in her blood and shredded to pieces. There will be just enough to identify my wife, and when they ask the people in the cabin what you looked like, the similarities will be close enough to conclude that my wife was their rapist. A little persuasion from Bob here to make sure the right people come to the right decision, and she’ll be listed as bear food and you’ll live life without anyone ever looking after you for this case. Like I said, for that, we thank you and owe you a debt.”
“Um, okay. You’re welcome. Just doing my part, I guess.” Bubbles was smart enough to piece together who this was and what he meant by owing them a debt. This was Gary, Bob’s friend and one of the most dangerous men on the planet. Some armies don’t have as many confirmed kills as he does. Having him owe her and Sam a favor may be the scariest thing about all of this mess.
“We’ll give you two a ride up to town, drop you off with your friends. There’s some spare clothes in a gym bag that should fit. Find out where we’re dropping you off at and we’ll get you there shortly.” The shorter man said, almost deadpan. Bubbles nodded as she was led to the rear of the SUV and looked through the bag. It was mostly gym clothes, she found a t-shirt that was a few sizes too big and a pair of yoga shorts that fit pretty well. After a second quick look, she found a sports bra that would be just a little too small for a full day to wear, but would fit until she got some of her clothes on.
Meanwhile, Sam replayed the incident in his head several times as he searched for each of the spent shell casings. 4 shots from his gun, but how many from the other, was it three or four? Maybe 5? He found 3 9mm shells pretty easily, along with 2 of the .556 rounds from the AR-15. It took him a moment to find the last casing from his gun as he was kneeling on it, and one of the AR rounds bounced off of a nearby tree and went down the hill a foot before getting stopped by a rock. He found 8 fresh shells in total, and a slew of others buried in the dirt, but those weren’t the ones he was looking for. He gathered all of the rounds and put them into one of the cargo pockets in his black camo pants. After a quick attempt to clean off his hands, he met Bubbles at the back of the SUV. “Think I got all of’em.”
“Think?” Bubbles said, putting on a pair of flip flops meant for the gym.
“Pretty sure. Found the four from my gun, and the four from the AR, and a whole bunch of others from over time. I guess people like to get drunk and shoot into the woods from here.”
“That, and to try to scare off bears.” The shorter man in the suit said. Sam and Bubbles looked at him incredulously for a moment. “Why do you think these are the bear lodges? Bears live here. They don’t normally get close to the cabins, but have crawled up when dumb campers left food on the grill too long. Sometimes one or two of them will get buck wild and take shots at old Smokey to scare’em off.”
Sam wanted to say something, but just as he was about to, a walkie-talkie made a loud noise. Pete responded, and a moment later he pulled a pistol out of his jacket and fired two shots into the air, getting everyone’s attention. “Paul Blart’s on the way!”
Everyone aside from Sam and Bubbles moved into action. Bob and one of his goons jumped into a side-by-side and drove up the path like a bat out of Hell. The door to cabin opened and the last remaining guys came out, bringing a large dog that looked just like Pooka with them.
“Get in.” The short man said, pushing Sam and Bubbles into the back of the SUV. They climbed in and sat down before the gate closed on them. The man in the suit climbed in to the passenger seat, and the petite assassin sat in the seat behind the driver. Another man in a matching suit drove while a very pregnant Japanese woman sat behind the passenger. “Hit it.” The shorter man said. With that, the SUV roared to life and drove up the path.
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To Be Continued...
Content Warnings: Improper use of firearms and Vegemite.
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Shit gets crazy...
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Chapter 80(M+F,MM,nc,oral,anal,bd,viol)
Author’s note: The original version had a small section starring Man’s Best Friend. I cut away from it in this version due to the host’s rules. Just use your imagination, it can be as nasty or as tame as you want…
Morgana’s hope of making it out alive slipped with each different cock shoved into her pussy. She lost track after two of these monsters kept switching between who was fucking her and who was beating her ass. Even if she could make out who was who, everyone wore the same matching outfit, and some would disappear into view, some out of view. Aside from a couple of obviously different bodies, most of their assailants were all about the same. Taller, skinnier, and younger than the bastards that kidnapped them. But at least the first kidnappers seemed like they were sort-of normal. These bogans, they had nothing to stop them from killing them. She did her best to look around the room, given how limited her view was bent over the massive table. With that Kim girl to her left and Aislinn to her right both getting fucked by strange men. Aislinn had gone numb while Kim was screaming and yelling something in some Asian language. ‘Good’, Morgana thought. ‘It sounds painful, good.’ She wanted that girl to suffer for what she put her and her family through. Over her shoulder she could make out Drew. He was a mess. He’d just been raped by one of the hunters and now another one was lining up to take a turn on him. Meanwhile, some bitch was between his legs, apparently sucking his dick. She wanted to console him, but there was nothing she nor anyone else on Earth could do for him right now. She could barely make out where Bianca was, but knew that she was still getting fucked by the hunters.
“Oh, what is this shit?” The voice came from over in the kitchen. One of the hunters held a dog leash to the largest pup she’d ever seen, and was playing with the food. Another hunter came over and sniffed it. She couldn’t make out their whole conversation, but seeing their evil gaze cast on her made her skin crawl. They looked to the dog, then to the jar, then to them. They approached, the dog heeling with them as one of hunters held this jar. It was the jar of Vegemite that Drew received from that fancy bistro.
Speaking of Drew, a series of moans and cries took Morgana’s attention back to her husband. The first was the series of grunts of the hunter fucking him made as he came in Drew’s ass. The second was more like a pained moan from Drew, followed by sobs. The woman from between Drew’s legs stood, cheeks extended.
“Give the blonde what you got, make her swallow it.” The hunter holding the woman’s leash said. The brunette stood up, walked on wobbly legs over to Morgana, and grabbed her by the hair. The sex slave twisted Morgana’s head just enough to make the blonde cry out in pain, thus opening her mouth. When she did, the slave bent down and kissed Morgana on the lips, and spit something into her mouth. It was Drew’s cum. Before Morgana could try to spit it back out, the slave pinched Morgana’s nose closed and covered her mouth with her own. Morgana had three choices. Swallow, spit, or choke. Since the last two were no longer an option, she swallowed. “Good bitch. Now get back here and clean his ass.” A tug of the leash later and the slave walked back behind Drew and went to work cleaning his battered ass with her tongue.
As Morgana watched this assault continue, the man who was holding the leash handed it off to another man, as he approached her. “Let’s see whose ass is better, you or your hubby over there.”
Just as this monster forced his cock, the one he just used to rape her husband Drew, into her, there was a commotion at the end of the table. Three men grabbed Kim and carried her to the door, kicking and screaming. There was some hooting and hollering with a couple of the hunters talking about how it was “time for the chink bitch to get it” and “let’s waste the fucking gook” and “slit that jap whore’s throat.” A fourth man grabbed her clothes and a fifth followed behind them, drawing the shades shut and mostly closing the door.
A few minutes later, she heard a gunshot and her heart went still.
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One of the bros, Grant, was on dog duty for ‘misbehaving’ over the weekend. The boys went out over the weekend and found themselves a couple party girls to play with. One thing led to another and the boys had their way with the girls. Problem for Grant was that one of the girls recognized him out and about and sicked her boyfriend on him. Grant handled himself, but the last thing the boys needed this weekend was more heat. Because of that, he was given dog leash duty. Everyone else got to fuck first, and only if there was time and someone took Lobo from him could he get a piece of ass. He walked the Irish Wolfhound around the cabin while his friends and brothers fucked everyone down here on the main floor. If he had a chance, he’d love a go at that milf with the big tits, but all three of them were hot as fuck. But from what he heard of the plan, that was no guarantee.
Grant led the dog over to the kitchen, hoping to find something to distract him. He couldn’t eat since they were under strict orders to keep their faces covered, and as much as he just wanted to hand the dog off to literally anyone else, the orders came from his oldest brother and from Big Boss Bob. There’s a long list of people he’d rather piss off than Bob. Hell, there’s government agencies he’d rather get caught stealing from than do anything that could upset Bob. The only person these dogs liked more than him was Bob. So here he was, standing in the kitchen holding a massive dog on a leash as he rummaged through the kitchen.
He grabbed a jar of some dark substance and took a whiff of it. “Oh, what is this shit?” Grant said. One of his brothers came over to check things out. It was pungent, but tasty. The two carefully took a taste, and winced. It took Grant a moment to read the label that read “Vegemite.” Whatever it was, Lobo seemed to like it.
The two brothers looked at each other, then the girls, then the dog. They got an evil idea.
They waited a few minutes for Bob’s new slave to snowball the blonde and the guy next in line to fuck and for some of their brothers to drag the Chink girl outside. Grant knew she was in on the plan, but that wasn’t common knowledge outside of the group. Then, they saw as two more of the bros still in cabin pulled the big tittied milf off of the floor and bent her over the table. Now, all three of the remaining women were bent over, and two of them weren’t being fucked just yet. His bro stood by and took hold of the leash as Grant had a quick run at the milf and one more guy had a turn with the skinny brunette. Grant didn’t last long, but then again this was a gang rape, not a long lost love affair.
Once everyone was done with fucking the girls and Grant pulled his pants back up, he figured it was time for Lobo to have a little taste. Grant took a smear of the Vegemite and applied a generous glob on all three of the freshly fucked cunts. He then guided Lobo over to the table. One after another, the dog sniffed each Vegemite-covered pussy in front of him. The wolfhound was interested, and the two men knew that they’d have to let him eat soon. They started with the skinny brunette, then the blonde and finally the big tittied milf.
“No, no, please no, nooooo!” The skinny brunette said as she saw the large dog approach out of the corner of her eye…
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Once the group was certain they were out of range from the girls in the cabin, they let Bubbles down and Sam ran over to her, giving her a long hug. One of the brothers handed Bubbles her underwear, but kept the rest of her clothes. That brother walked over to Bob, who whispered something and nodded to Pete. Pete made a flourish with his right hand, and the brothers outside moved into position. Two of them took up point by the top of the trail in front of the Escalade and two behind them by the trail heading up to the house. Bob stood back with two bald white men in black suits as one of them hit a key fob and opened the rear of the SUV. There was a moment of struggle and muffled screaming in Japanese as two middle aged people dressed in matching track suits were dragged out of the trunk of the Escalade. Their hands were tied, and both were gagged. It was at this point that Bubbles noticed that a young, petite Japanese woman dressed in a similar fashion to the men walked around from behind Bob and the men in suits. She spoke something in Japanese. Bubbles tried to focus on what she was saying to the middle aged couple.
“What’s she saying?” Sam asked.
“Not sure. No, wait. Now she’s counting backwards. 19, 18, 17.” Bubbles responded. She still stood naked, protected only by her lover’s body holding her close.
The couple looked at each other as Bob handed the woman a gun. Sam’s gun. They immediately turned and ran down the hill facing the creek. The couple helped each other down the hill, but the woman was already down to five.
“Any last words, you Chink whore?” Pete yelled. “Guess not.” He timed his statement to match with the countdown. Suddenly, four shots roared to life from the short Yakuza woman. Bubbles wanted to scream at the shock, but knew that would be the worst thing to do right now. Sam covered her mouth hard, and she bit down on his hand to keep from screaming. It took all he had to keep from yelling out.
The couple didn’t get far. The woman reached the other side of the creek before she toppled from a hit to her shoulder. The husband took a round to the lower left leg, then another to his left buttock. He crawled towards his wife as the final shot imbedded itself in a tree right near his head. He couldn’t get up, and his wife moaned in agony as he tried to make his way to her.
Back by the car, the petite Yakuza was pissed. She knew these two would die soon from from their wounds, but she doesn’t like to miss. Even though hitting three out of four shots on two running targets from this range with a pistol is impressive, she really wanted to get that kill shot. She turned and pointed to one of the brothers standing nearby with an AR-15. “Give, now.” Her English wasn’t great, but it got the point across. After a brief moment of hesitation, the man handed over his rifle, and after a quick inspection, the woman was satisfied. She lined up the sights as the man made it to his wife and screamed for help in Japanese, along with begging for mercy for her. Those were the last words he would ever say, as the Yakuza woman fired a shot right through the man’s neck, essentially severing his head from his body. The wife screamed when she saw her husband killed right in front of her, but the next three shots took the fight out of her. One landed in her knee, destroying it. The second imbedded itself in her hip, and the final went through her husband’s chest and into hers. She made some loud sucking sounds for a moment before bleeding out and dying.
Sam stood there in shock for a moment. He’d never seen anyone killed before, and he’d just witnessed two people gunned down like deer in hunting season. Bubbles meanwhile, she was familiar with death working in a hospital, but this was the first time seeing it like this. The pair came out of their shared shock when Pete shook them.
“Boss wants ya.” That was enough to cause Sam to remember his duty. Grab the shells. Sam immediately walked as fast as he could to where the petite woman fired from and grabbed all of the brass casings he could. He didn’t care if they were from his gun or not at this point, he was barely thinking at all, aside from telling himself to keep his cool or he was next. Bubbles meanwhile walked over to Bob across the rough terrain, stopping only to put her panties on. It took her a moment to get to Bob and the two men with him. They spoke quietly. The brothers made a lot of hooting and hollering, firing shots into the air.
“Bubbles, my friends here want to offer their thanks. Along with someone in the car.”
Before she could say anything, the shorter of the two men in matching suits spoke up. “You did a great service for my family today. We owe you a debt of honor. And your partner as well. Thanks to you, my wife will be able to disappear in peace. See that over there?” The man pointed to the SUV, where a hand in the rear handed over a small box and a couple bags of what looked like blood to the hunter that held Bubbles’s clothes. She followed the events with her eyes. “Right now, as far as anyone is concerned inside, you’re dead. But they never knew who you were. The Sheriff’s office will find your clothes, some remains that weren’t eaten by a bear, and a piece of my wife. Your clothes will be covered in her blood and shredded to pieces. There will be just enough to identify my wife, and when they ask the people in the cabin what you looked like, the similarities will be close enough to conclude that my wife was their rapist. A little persuasion from Bob here to make sure the right people come to the right decision, and she’ll be listed as bear food and you’ll live life without anyone ever looking after you for this case. Like I said, for that, we thank you and owe you a debt.”
“Um, okay. You’re welcome. Just doing my part, I guess.” Bubbles was smart enough to piece together who this was and what he meant by owing them a debt. This was Gary, Bob’s friend and one of the most dangerous men on the planet. Some armies don’t have as many confirmed kills as he does. Having him owe her and Sam a favor may be the scariest thing about all of this mess.
“We’ll give you two a ride up to town, drop you off with your friends. There’s some spare clothes in a gym bag that should fit. Find out where we’re dropping you off at and we’ll get you there shortly.” The shorter man said, almost deadpan. Bubbles nodded as she was led to the rear of the SUV and looked through the bag. It was mostly gym clothes, she found a t-shirt that was a few sizes too big and a pair of yoga shorts that fit pretty well. After a second quick look, she found a sports bra that would be just a little too small for a full day to wear, but would fit until she got some of her clothes on.
Meanwhile, Sam replayed the incident in his head several times as he searched for each of the spent shell casings. 4 shots from his gun, but how many from the other, was it three or four? Maybe 5? He found 3 9mm shells pretty easily, along with 2 of the .556 rounds from the AR-15. It took him a moment to find the last casing from his gun as he was kneeling on it, and one of the AR rounds bounced off of a nearby tree and went down the hill a foot before getting stopped by a rock. He found 8 fresh shells in total, and a slew of others buried in the dirt, but those weren’t the ones he was looking for. He gathered all of the rounds and put them into one of the cargo pockets in his black camo pants. After a quick attempt to clean off his hands, he met Bubbles at the back of the SUV. “Think I got all of’em.”
“Think?” Bubbles said, putting on a pair of flip flops meant for the gym.
“Pretty sure. Found the four from my gun, and the four from the AR, and a whole bunch of others from over time. I guess people like to get drunk and shoot into the woods from here.”
“That, and to try to scare off bears.” The shorter man in the suit said. Sam and Bubbles looked at him incredulously for a moment. “Why do you think these are the bear lodges? Bears live here. They don’t normally get close to the cabins, but have crawled up when dumb campers left food on the grill too long. Sometimes one or two of them will get buck wild and take shots at old Smokey to scare’em off.”
Sam wanted to say something, but just as he was about to, a walkie-talkie made a loud noise. Pete responded, and a moment later he pulled a pistol out of his jacket and fired two shots into the air, getting everyone’s attention. “Paul Blart’s on the way!”
Everyone aside from Sam and Bubbles moved into action. Bob and one of his goons jumped into a side-by-side and drove up the path like a bat out of Hell. The door to cabin opened and the last remaining guys came out, bringing a large dog that looked just like Pooka with them.
“Get in.” The short man said, pushing Sam and Bubbles into the back of the SUV. They climbed in and sat down before the gate closed on them. The man in the suit climbed in to the passenger seat, and the petite assassin sat in the seat behind the driver. Another man in a matching suit drove while a very pregnant Japanese woman sat behind the passenger. “Hit it.” The shorter man said. With that, the SUV roared to life and drove up the path.
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Some say vegemite is an acquired taste, I think it’s some nasty shit. So very well done.
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