It would be the ultimate revenge. Nine years of marriage hell. Even her own father had tried to warn Stan that he didn't really want to marry Felicia. She'd virtually stolen control of the family business, slept with her father's most unscrupulous competitors, betrayed him just to get more power.
But no, he did it anyway, and she'd turned into a first-class bitch. She'd demeaned him, publicly humiliated him in front of his colleagues, refused to have a family, saying his sperm wasn't good enough. He could count on one hand the numbner of times they'd had sex in the last two years. She thought because she came from wealth and high society that she could treat him like dirt. She was wrong. His plan was meticulous and perfect 8:00 a.m. Felicia leaves for her massage appointment, tells the maid she won't be back until late evening. She thinks she's meeting her wimp of a husband for dinner. Before that she has shopping, a hair appointment, and lunch with friends. Life is good and she makes all the decisions, as any wealthy privileged woman should. Right? Stan knows better. Outside the restaurant that night, Felicia's pampered life took a different turn. Two men, wearing some sort of masks grabbed her, threw her into an SUV and put her face down on the back seat. Quickly her wrists were cuffed behind her and her ankles strapped. She kept screaming until one man said, "Shut the fuck UP, bitch!" and pressed her faced into the seat until she couldn't breathe. She felt hands all over her, pulling up her dress, pulling down her panties. "Hey," says another voice, "don't mess with the goods. You know this one's for the special party." Laughter. "No one says we can't touch the merchandise, long as we don't use it." Felicia was horrified, in total panic. But she was angry too. how dare they presume to treat her this way! It was not a long ride, but it seemed endless as fingers probed between her legs and pinched her ass. The car stopped and the men pulled her out, blindfolded her and then, right there in the middle of a parking lot, they stripped off her clothes ... every shred. "You won't need these anymore," said the first man. "Yeah," agreed the second. "Kind of like putting clothes on a cow going to see the bull... would you look at those tits." Hands mauled her breasts briefly. "I wouldn't mind seeing those drag the ground when the bitch crawls." Felicia was nearly out of her mind with fear and loathing. Men calling her names like that, touching her most intimate places, treating HER... Felicia Smith-Groves...like some kind of trollop. It hadn't yet occurred to her that it was going to get worse. She was thinking kidnapping for ransom, and of course, dear Daddy would pay anything to get her back. She was half-dragged, half carried across pavement. She heard a door open, then they went through. The corridor echoed, it seemed they were going down an ramp. Before long, another door. She could hear a murmur of voices. The she was thrown to the floor, She felt carpet under her body. A few moments later, more hands pulling her upright then into a cold metal chair. The wrist cuffs were removed, only long enough to secure her wrists behind her, and to the chair. Ankles yanked apart, strapped to something else cold. The blindfold was removed, but at first all she could see was a bright light. Finally, she saw it was some sort of spotlight, and then someone turned it down. There were faces all around her, unfamiliar faces, at least a dozen men. She was furious. "How dare you do this. I demand that you release me at once. Do you know who I am?" A voice behind the light said, "Yes, we do. And why should we when we went to all the trouble of obtaining your services." "Services?" "You're the entertainment for one of our special events." Ordinarily we would simply hire an accommodating whore, or perhaps abduct a lonely single woman who wouldn't be missed. But one of our members suggested you would be just right for something we haven't done for a while." The man strode forward into the her field of vision. "You see, Felicia, you've pissed off a lot of people, particularly the men in your life. And now it's time you found out what it is like to be humiliated, betrayed... used." He lifted one of her breasts by the nipple. "You will be treated as you deserve... like a piece of ass...three holes to service cock, nothing more. If you do not comply, you will be punished. If you do not follow every order to the letter, you will bear the consequences." He took the other nipple in his left hand and pulled hard on both, jiggling her tits. "You don't mean you're going to rape me?" she asked, in a melodramatic tone, since she herself could not believe it. The man laughed. "Rape you? Well of course you're going to be raped, and sodomized, and abused. You're going to have so many cocks penetrate your orifices, you won't be able to keep track of them. And there will be an attentive audience encouraging your rapists to do their best... or is it their worst." "You wouldn't!" "Actually, ordinarily we would do it ourselves. But this occasion calls for something specifically tailored to our member's request. And quite honestly, you're not good enough for any of us. We have instead invited three special guests who have just recently been released from the penitentiary. They haven't had any pussy in several years, but they are going to have yours." Felicia saw three hulking black men step out of the shadows. Her blood ran cold. "No, please, my father will give you anything you want, call my husband. Please." "But Felicia," he said with a smile, "we don't have to call them. They are both here. They belong to our club now and it is their suggestion to .. invite... you. They want to watch while these three men fuck your brains out and treat you like something even lower on the social scale than a whore." She saw her father and husband coming closer. Stan's smile ws almost evil, and her father just looked disgusted with her. Stan stepped up beside the chair in which she was bound and reached between her spread legs to pull on the mound of hair. This pussy's going to finally get a workout," he said. "You thought it was just too good for my cock... let's see how you like theirs." She realized the three men released prisoners had taken off their clothes, and three massive, hard penises were pointing right at her. Her father stood, arms crossed, and a satisfied expression on his face. "You know, I've often thought what you needed was someone to take you down a peg or two, now it's gonna all the way down." The light was turned down more, and the three men were told to begin anything they wanted. The tallest and largest of the three straddled her lap and grinned as he rubbed his erection all over her face. "Now you listen to me, bitch. You open that mouth, and if you try and bite me, I'll fuckin' cut your tits off and shove a goddam broom handle up your little white pussy. You're gonna show everyone here what good little cocksucker you are." He pinched her face in his massive hand and her mouth popped open. Before she could utter a sound, he shove his enormous cock down her throat. She struggled to breathe as he held it there for a moment. "Man this is nice... way better than those little queer boys we had to suck us off in the joint." He began sliding in and out. "But how about you show more enthusiasm, bitch. Untie her hands." "Now, you're gonna put your fingers in the corners of your mouth.. like this... and hold it wide open so I can enjoy it. good... now lick my cock, bitch... lick it." A second man went behind the chair and began mauling her tits and feeling her pussy. "This first one's gonna be quick, cause it's been a while. We all need to get one good cum in you, then we'll settle down to some good old fucking and sucking." True to his word, in moments he groaned, leaned in hard, burying his massive shaft in her tight throat and let go a load of hot cum which she had no choice but to swallow. A few feet away, Stan laughed. "And she never would swallow mine," he said. "On those rare occasions when she would even lick my cock." Felicia made up for lost time that night. As the club members looked on, and fondled their own "dates" for the evening, the three ex-convicts used the society woman, made her the cumbucket and fucktoy and toilet. First spreadeagled on a low set bed, taking turns plowing her cunt, dropping their cocks down her throat. They all joined in the laughter when Felicia screamed out her first orgasm. Then doggie style, whereupon the club president ordered her to bark like a dog, wag her ass, and crawl around the floor with her large tits dragging. One of the members, who favored corporal punishment, whipped her milky white ass with a riding crop, leaving red welts. Another had her spread open so her cunt could be similarly reddened. She was ordered to lick cum from the floor, to beg to be used more. "Please, sir, fuck one of my slut holes," became her mantra for the evening, along with declaring (with some prompting of the riding crop) "I'm a whore, cunt, cumbucket slut.... I live to be fucked... I love cock better than anything." Just when she thought it could be no worse, she was placed on a low platform shaped sort of like a cross, with her head at the top so someone could straddle her face. But not a man, a woman guest, who ground her pussy into Felicia's mouth, using it to masturbate, while her sloppy pussy was penetrated yet again. "Get your tongue in my pussy, you stupid bitch," said the woman, and Felicia obeyed as the woman yanked at Felicia's nipples. Finally, as she lay on the cold wood floor, the men circled around her and simply ejaculated all over her as they insulted and mocked her and made her rub her own cunt until she could not help but cry out with yet another orgasm. Then, there was a break, and she lay there panting, cum all over her body. Maybe it was over, finally. And when she got out of here, she was going to have them all arrested by God... they'd pay for this. But still they weren't done. The original two thugs who had brought her in were told to carry her into the shower room/bathroom. There on the freezing tile, they laid her down, face up. Handing her a large dildo, the club president told her to fuck herself with it and NOT to stop as, one by one, the guests trooped in, relieved themselves on her face, in her open mouth, all over her body, a steady golden stream of humiliation. Then, as they watched, she licked the floor. Felicia awoke in a daze, her body sore, her pussy still burning. To her dismay, this had not been a nightmare, but reality. She was tied hand and foot, spread open, under a blanket. After a while she heard footsteps and then her father, her husband, and three club members came into the room and stood around the bed. "You let me out of here,now!" she screamed. And Stan shook his head. "You just don't learn, do you? But... you will." He turned to the man next to him, "I hope you know what you're doing, Gerhard, buying this bitch." The blonde man smiled, "Of course. I like my little toys to be spirited, I so enjoy breaking them, making them into perfect cockslaves." Felicia sputtered, choked on the words she was trying to say. "What... who..." Stan said, "I'm not stupid, Felicia, no matter what you think. And do you suppose for one minute we would leave you free to file a complaint? Even though we have some excellent video footage of you begging to be fucked in the ass.. and you eating pussy... and you fucking yourself with a black rubber dildo while you wallowed around in pee and cum. Great porn, and believe me, it will sell very well. You'll probably star in a lot more films in the next few years. Gerhard is a very creative European filmmaker, and he's bought you." She looked shocked, then terrified. "Don't worry, Gerhard assures me that all his bitches get to like it a lot, once they're trained. But at first, you resist, and he gets to make some great rape movies, then some nice bondage flicks--you'll look good in a collar and leash, and once you're over the hill, and those big silicon tits start to drag the ground like a cow's udders, well, I hear bestiality is another special genre people really like. Isn't that right, Gerhard?" "Ah, indeed. And this one will make my German Shepherds very happy, perhaps even a pony or two. Um, I've seen the films from your party, of course, but do you mind if I examine the property?" "Not at all," said Stan. Gerhard looked at the guard, "Stand her up, please." They quickly unfastened her bonds, and pulled her upright. Gerhard smiled, hefted her tits in his hands, walked around behind her, felt her ass, ran his hands between her legs. "On her knees," he ordered and she was forced down. He took out his semi-hard cock and rubbed it over her face, eyes, mouth, as it quickly hardened. Then she forced it between her lips and down her throat. But he kept talking to his associates. "Just some quick relief, her cockscuking will need some improvement." He continued chatting while he held her head and used her mouth to masturbate himself as if she were some sort of rubber doll. When he'd emptied his load of cum into her, he looked down, "Now, my sweet little bitch, you know what you're good for. You're worth less to my than my favorite dogs and horses, but with training, we'll see. I think I'll call you Princess Cumbucket." No one ever heard from Felicia again, though the club members received complimentary copies of her many hardcore porn flicks and Stan loved to have one of the club escorts suck his cock while he watched. Within a year he'd identified a perfectly obedient and subservient wife, whom his former father in law enjoyed just as much as he did. The end
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