An adult rape sex story Misty 1 by Texas Jammer
A husband decides to get rid of his wife , Misty 1
I can’t believe it, the pain just goes on and on, even when nothing is happening I remain in pain, I don’t know how much more I can take. They have left me alone for a while, but I still hurt all over, I don’t thing I could find one square inch that I could touch without it hurting. How did this all happen?
I have always been something of a spoiled daughter. My mother died when I was quite young and I was the only child my father had to heap his love on and I learned how to take advantage of that. Oh, I do love my father, he is the most wonderful man I know and I would never do anything to hurt him, but I enjoy the special life he has given me. When I graduated from college I returned home and started out in one of my father’s companies at a much higher pay than any of the other law clerks, in fact I made more than most of the lawyers. I lived well and had no desire to get married, sex was not a big thing for me and the thought of a man trying to run my life just didn’t work for me, nor could I see myself as a dutiful wife. My father had different ideas, he wanted grand children and I was the only way he would ever have any.
I became friends with one of the lawyers in the firm and soon discovered he was gay. This suited me just fine, no pressure for sex. We went to dinner together and soon had my father convinced we were working toward taking the road to wedded bliss. Randy and I talked about it and he was alright with the idea of us getting married and setting up housekeeping; he would continue with his sexual games as long as he was discreet and we would worry about the child thing later on. There was a fly in the ointment though, Billy, Randy’s boyfriend, he didn’t like the setup and would glare at me when he came to visit Randy. I don’t know why he was that way, I was always friendly to him, perhaps he didn’t care for my sense of humor when I told him he could have Randy for the night but I wanted him back. I guess he felt threatened by this, thinking his lover might be turning toward the straight life. I am almost certain that is what has brought me here.
I received a call that there was a break-in at my apartment so I rushed from the office without even saying anything to anyone. When I got to my car a van pulled up and two men dragged me into it an immediately put a black canvas sack over my head and were trying to put plastic ties on my wrists. I kept struggling, thinking I could still find a way to get away; I connected with a solid kick to one of them and suddenly felt a fist driven into my stomach, my lunch threatened to return and I rolled over onto my stomach. The fist came down again, hard, into my right kidney, then my left, the pain in my body tripled and I almost blacked out. “Put your hands behind your back. If you fight me again I am going to hurt you so bad you will pray to die,” a gruff voice whispered in my ear. I did as I was told and felt the zip tie pull tight around my wrists. He also wrapped a rope around my wrists then passed the rope around my neck and secured my feet with the other end and pulled the rope taught. “Now, move all you want but try not to choke yourself, we want you alive for some fun.” I started screaming again but was quickly quieted by someone jerking on the rope and choking me until I began getting dizzy. “Look bitch, we have a long fucking ride ahead of us and that trip can be very boring. If you don’t behave like a good little cunt I am going to entertain myself by causing you as much pain as I can,” the voice came.
I decided that laying there quietly was my best bet right now so I quieted down. “Hey man, who won the bet?” asked the driver. The hem of my dress was lifted and the voice said, “I did, they are red.” “Bullshit, I don’t believe you, let me see.” Hands reached beneath my dress and my panties were pulled to my knees and cut from my body. “Damn, they are red. Let me have them, as long as I paid twenty dollars I might as well get to keep them,” said the driver. “Damn, man these panties smell sweet, I bet her cunt is sweeter than candy, is her pussy shaved?” They could not see my face turning red, but I could feel it, then rough hands reached past my thigh and pushed roughly between my legs, “Nah, she ain’t shaved, course we could fix that.” Pain ripped through my crotch as he grabbed a hand full of hair and pulled it out. I screamed again, this time he kicked me in the stomach, taking away my ability to breathe; as I jerked, the rope cut into my throat again, “I told you to keep your mouth shut, you will have plenty to scream about later. I am going to take great pleasure in seeing you fucked and beaten by the boys, I just wish I could take the first crack at you myself.” Once again he pulled the hair from my pussy; he pushed my dress up to my hips and began systematically pulling out the hair that once protected my near virgin pussy. When he was through pulling out the hair he slapped me right on my clit, “Now you look like a whore ready for fuckin’, that hair would have just gotten in the way, now the boys can get to that little cunt of yours much easier,” he and the driver laughed.
It seemed like hours before we made a turn so sharp and fast that I found myself rolling across the floor of the van forcing the rope to cut painfully into my throat. The road was rough and full of potholes causing me to be tossed around on the floor. We finally came to a stop and the doors were opened and I was carried out of the van, “Be careful boys, she is a fighter; I had to rough her up a bit to get her settled down.” “I hope you didn’t fuck her, Snake will be really pissed if he ain’t the first one to get his cock up her ass, and you don’t want him pissed at you…again.” I heard laughter from a bunch of men and I could hear women laughing as well. “I didn’t touch her, except to pull some hair off her cunt, I got a little bored on the trip.” A woman’s voice came next, “You better not have touched her, Snake will have the guys fucking that dirty asshole of yours again, only this time he may tell them to use their fists,” more laughter, “Besides, we get her first, Snake promised that we could have this one first. Look at that milky white skin, bet she shows marks real well.” With that I heard something whistle through the air and a strap of leather landed across the back of my legs, I screamed. “Come on, Snake is in the warehouse, let’s get her in there so we can get started.”
The rope was released from my feet and, with much effort and some help, I was able to stand. The rope was passed between my legs and jerked hard forcing the rough surface of the rope between my pussy lips, scraping painfully on my clit. Someone jerked the rope, “Come on cunt, we are about to teach you all you need to know about how to please the whole club.” She jerked the rope again and I followed. I could feel the summer sun beating down on me and I was starting to sweat profusely, when we stepped into the warehouse the temperature seemed to go up twenty degrees. “Why does she still have her clothes on, get them fucking clothes off of her and get her ass over here,” came a voice as cruel as any I have ever heard. Immediately hands were all over my body, ripping my dress and bra off, “Leave those stockings on, and her garter belt, they look sexy.” I was completely naked except for my hose and garter, “Ok, take off the rope and cuffs, leave the bag on her head, she is probably so fucking ugly my dick wouldn’t get hard.” The rope was untied and dropped and someone cut the plastic ties; as soon as I was certain the blood was circulating again I reached up and pulled off the hood. “Look you son of a bitch, I don’t know who you think,” was all I got out before one of the girls hit me in the stomach three times, I dropped to my knees.
“Look, bitch, you better just learn to keep your mouth shut unless someone asks you a question. Do you understand me?” he asked in a voice that told me there was only one answer. Before I could say anything he was on his feet, his huge hands grabbing my throat and squeezing my throat, “You better learn to answer more quickly. You don’t need to think, in fact thinking will do nothing but get you hurt. Now, if you understand I want you to reach down, unzip my pants and gently squeeze my cock.” I didn’t hesitate, I scrambled for his zipped, trying to get my hands on his cock before I passed out, but I didn’t make it, the world turned dark. When the lights turned back on my arms were spread over my head, attached to two different ropes and I was being lifted, it felt like my arms would be pulled from their sockets. I was only a few inches from the floor when ropes were attached to my feet and my legs were pulled painfully apart.
“Misty, you have a right to know what is happening to you. We have been paid a lot of money to make you disappear, it seems you have made someone very angry. We were also instructed to make your last few days on earth as painful as we possibly can and we intend to earn that money. First, I will turn you over to our ladies…well, they may not be classified as ladies from where you come from…as a matter of fact the only person who would call them ladies, and mean it, is Satan himself. They have been instructed to have all the fun with you they want before I come back to take over. Next you will have me to deal with; you will have my cock shoved down your throat, up your ass and in your pussy. I will spend half a day fucking you every way possible. After I am through with you I will turn you over to the boys and, for as long as you live, they will have their fun with you. They too will fuck you, beat you, cut you and eventually kill you by shoving a steel spike up your ass; this will be painful and will cause you a very slow death, it may take two or three days of extreme pain before you finally see the end of your life. There is no reprieve, no mercy and no way for you to escape or end your own life. In the end you will die like a whore with your guts falling out your asshole. Then you will be taken into the desert and provide dinner for some of our friends. There is no escape, even if you got out of the building there is forty miles of dessert between here and the nearest town, you would be dead, even if we didn’t find you, long before you get there.”