At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part Ten

Somehow I got through the rest of the week.  I spent most of my time curled 
up under a blanket on the sofa.  I don't know if I had a touch of 'flu, or 
if I was just suffering from the after effects of Richard's rape.  Whatever 
the reason, I had no energy and couldn't muster up the strength to care 
about anything.  I would have stayed in bed, but I had too many memories of 
the times I had been violated there.

John was worried about me and took care of me, doing everything he could to 
make me feel better even though he didn't really know what was wrong.  Ian, 
however, was as callous and unfeeling as usual.  He even dragged me upstairs 
one evening when John was absent to pose for more pictures for his webpage.  
I didn't care what he did to me, but let him pose me as he pleased.  I even 
lay passively when he took me in the arse.  He told me with great glee how 
he was already making money from my degradation, but it was as if he was 
talking to some other woman.

At long last, Saturday arrived and Ian was at last moving out of our home.  
All his stuff was packed into boxes and hauled out to the hired mini-van.  
John persuaded me to go along with them, and I agreed, in the hope that 
seeing Ian moving in somewhere else might help to snap me out of my apathy.  
We arrived at Ian's new place, a small terraced house near the centre of 
town.  The men ferried the boxes in while I figured out how to turn the 
central heating on.

"Darling," John called to me.  "Ian has a favour to ask you.  We are going 
to pick up the rest of Ian's boxes, then we have to go down to collect his 
furniture.  He was wondering if you would mind staying here and finishing 
off painting the spare room.  You know how good you are at decorating, I was 
sure you wouldn't mind."

For a moment I hesitated, but there seemed to be no good reason to refuse.  
I did like decorating and since Ian wouldn't be around, I agreed.  Ian led 
me upstairs and dug around in a box to find some old clothes.  He gave me a 
t-shirt and a sweatshirt, along with a pair of old tracksuit bottoms.  Then 
he showed me where the painting paraphernalia was and left me to it.  For 
once he didn't make any lewd comments, just thanked me for my help.

I settled in to my task, finding the rhythm of the job soothing.  I had 
finished, and I was in the bathroom cleaning the brushes when the men 
returned.  John popped up to admire my handiwork and give me a kiss before 
he left to collect the rest of the furniture.  All the house had at present 
was a bed, a sofa and a glass topped coffee table.  It wasn't until I left 
the bathroom that I discovered Ian hadn't gone with John.

"Thanks for your help, dear sister-in-law," Ian drawled.  He stepped back to 
allow me to precede him down the stairs.  "There's just one more thing I 
need your help with."

We had reached the bottom of the stairs, and I unsuspectingly turned round 
to ask him what he wanted.  To my horror he snapped a by now familiar mask 
over my eyes and gave me a hard push to send me stumbling into the 
sitting-room.  A solid body behind me halted my fall.  I span round to see 
Richard leering down at me.  Turning, I found that I was at the centre of a 
ring of naked men.  Some of their faces I recognised from the various 
escapades Ian had put me through.

Cursing my foolishness, I tried to force my way out of the circle.  The men 
closed up to confine me, pushing me to stumble towards one side of the ring, 
then the other.  Each time I reeled against a man, he groped some part of my 
body and ripped my clothes.  As I was pushed back and forth, my clothes were 
gradually ripped to shreds until I was clad in nothing but my underwear.  
Eager hands grasped me, lifting me off my feet and swiftly removing my last 
items of clothing.  I was assaulted from all directions by hands and mouths, 
exploring and examining every intimate part of my body.  The more I objected 
and tried to fight them off, they more persistent they were.

My legs were held apart and I shuddered as a mouth fastened onto my pussy.  
I tried to jerk away but I had no purchase to push against.  Hands were 
caressing my breasts and I had two sets of mouths attacking each sensitive 
mound.  I cursed my body as familiar sensations started swirling in the pit 
of my stomach.  My moans of protest soon changed, and even to my ears they 
sounded like moans of pleasure.  Then I felt a cock probing for the entrance 
to my cunt, then sliding smoothly into my slick opening.  I groaned at the 
sensation and felt my internal muscles clench around the hard cock inside 
me.  The next moment I was orgasming uncontrollably.  A cheer went up from 
the men holding me, then the cock inside me was twitching and spasming as 
its owner came.  I was relived to discover that he was wearing a condom, 
then he withdrew and another cock replaced him.

I lost count of the number of men who entered me.  I had never been fucked 
while suspended in the air, and it created a whole new range of sensations.  
I came twice more before they had all taken their turn with me.  I was 
dropped face down on the coffee table.  Before I had opportunity to realise 
that the top had been removed, I was tied to the table frame.  Some unseen 
man was thrusting into my cunt again, while a couple of men crawled under 
the table and began sucking and nibbling my breasts.  Ian knelt in front of 
my face and grinned at me.

"Guess what we're going to be using this end of you for," he said, stroking 
his cock as he placed it against my lips.

"I'll bite anything you put in my mouth," I threatened.  Ian grabbed a 
handful of my hair.

"Now listen real well, bitch," he hissed.  "You will co-operate and you will 
suck and lick every cock that gets stuck in your mouth, or I will have to 
use this."  He displayed an enormous dildo in front of me.  It had to be at 
least a foot long and as thick as my fist.

"So, what's the difference between that and what's happening to me now?" I 
asked.

"Well there's this," he said, sliding a sleeve covered with hard plastic 
spikes over it.  "And it won't get rammed up your cunt, it will be rammed up 
your arse.  Understand me?"  I couldn't help flinching at the image he 
conjured up and he knew he had me.  He presented his cock again and I 
reluctantly opened my mouth and swallowed it.  As soon as Ian had finished 
filling my mouth with his sperm, another cock was pushed into my mouth.  
Soon all I could taste was salty cum, and my cunt was becoming numb from the 
constant friction.  I distracted myself by trying to work out how many men 
were abusing me, and calculated that there had to be at least eight of them. 
  When they weren't fucking me they sprawled on the sofa, drinking beer and 
giving lewd encouragement to the men busy thrusting away at my body.

Just when I thought things couldn't get worse, Richard knelt in front of me 
and grabbed my hair to force me to look at me.

"Remember me?" he asked.  I remembered him all too well, and, reacting 
instinctively, I spat in his face.  He wiped his face with my hair, then 
gave me a grin that made me shiver.  He moved round behind me, and then I 
felt the cold wet smear of lubricant being forced into the crack between my 
buttocks.  Then I felt Richard's cock forcing its way into my arse hole, 
just as it had a week ago.  I tried to yell, but when I opened my mouth a 
cock was pushed into it.  Helplessly tied down to the table, I was forced to 
lie there while Richard slammed repeatedly into me.  It felt as if he was 
ripping me open, and I could only be grateful he had used so much lubricant. 
  Just as my body adjusted to the invasion of Richard's cock, he came.

Richard informed all the others of his activities, and of course they all 
wanted to have a go at my arse hole.  My only comfort was that my body soon 
expanded to take their cocks.  At last they slowed down in their abuse of 
me, and I began to hope that the whole ordeal was over.  Then I heard a van 
pull up outside, and Ian went to peer out of the window.

"Oh shit, it's John.  Quick, get the slut upstairs to the bedroom," Ian 
ordered.  "Why don't you see how many of you can fuck her at the same time." 
  A cheer greeted that idea.  Hands untied me, and supported me upstairs.  I 
was dropped on the bed on my hands and knees.  A man lay beneath me and 
pulled me down on his erection.  Another knelt at the top of the bed and 
pushed his cock into my mouth.  Another knelt behind me and thrust his cock 
into my abused arse.  Then my hands were taken and each wrapped around a 
hard throbbing cock.

Dimly I could hear my husband's voice downstairs, then with horror I heard 
him coming up the stairs.  Ian led him into the spare room and I could hear 
them admiring my handiwork.  Then I heard them coming towards the bedroom.  
Desperately I buried my head deep in the crotch of the man in front of me, 
hoping that John wouldn't recognise me.

"Look what the guys got me as a house warming present," Ian was saying.  "A 
whore.  She loves cock, any which way you give it to her.  Look at her go, 
six at a time.  She even likes it up her arse."

"Good grief Ian, I can't believe this," John said, revulsion evident in his 
voice.

"Hey come on, John, she loves it," Ian said, giving the bed a kick.  Anxious 
to co-operate and have them gone, I started moaning and squirming as if I 
was having the time of my life.  The men fucking me took this as 
encouragement, and redoubled their efforts.

"You can have a go if you like," Ian offered.  "We're all using condoms, so 
it's perfectly safe."

"Thanks, but I am happily married, in case you have forgotten," John 
declared.  "She keeps me more than satisfied, thank you all the same."

"Yeah, but I bet she never lets you fuck her up the arse, a classy girl like 
your wife.  And I bet you have always wondered what it felt like.  This is 
your chance.  Your wife will never know."  I stiffened in outrage at Ian's 
suggestion, praying that my husband would tell him to get lost.  My sudden 
tension was too much for the man thrusting away at my arse and he came with 
a loud shout.

"There you go, there's a vacancy," Ian laughed.

"Thanks Ian, but I'll pass," John said firmly.  "When you fall in love and 
get married, you'll discover what it's like.  I just don't want to be 
intimate with anyone apart from my wife.  I'm going to have a quick look 
around the bus station to see if she's there, then I'm heading home.  You 
enjoy your party."

Sometimes I forget why I love my husband, then he does or says something 
wonderful and it's as if I'm falling in love with him all over again.  
Despite the men spurting their sperm all over me, all I was aware of was my 
love for John.  Eventually the men had all come, and they made their way 
back downstairs to where there was now a TV.  I dragged my weary body into 
the shower and leant against the wall as the water fell down on me.  Ian 
came into the bathroom and dropped my clothes on the floor.  He climbed into 
the shower with me, and began soaping me over.  His slippery fingers found 
my clit and began caressing it.

"Just for old times sake, I want to hear you come again," he told me.  
Unwillingly, I felt my body respond to his touch.  Ian grabbed my bottom and 
lifted me up so his cock could slide into me.  He hooked his arms under my 
knees to spread my legs even wider and provide more friction.  His hands 
squeezed my buttocks in time with his thrusts, ducking his head to nibble at 
my nipples.  My body began to tremble and I clung to Ian's shoulders.  I 
began to gasp for breath as the sensations swirled through me, and not even 
Ian's satisfied smirk could dampen my growing excitement.  Maybe the 
knowledge that this would be the last time Ian would assault me contributed, 
but soon I was orgasming uncontrollably, shrieking and yelling my release.  
Ian mercilessly kept thrusting into me until I came twice more, each time 
more intense than the last.  When at last he left me, I slid to the floor of 
the shower, weak-limbed and ashamed.

"I told John that you left when the guys arrived, and that you planned to 
have a look at the shops before catching the bus home," Ian informed me 
casually as he towelled off.  "By the way, don't forget to leave the mask, 
unless you want to keep it as a souvenir."  He departed sniggering.  I 
cleaned myself up and pulled my clothes back on.  I crept out the door, 
praying that none of the men would spot me departing.

Copyright 1999

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