Becca XXX - Spring Tide Ch. 06

Authors note: - This is a follow on to the previous episode of Becca XXX. Spring Tide. Please read it before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.

Becca XXX. Spring Tide. Ch 06.

People often say, 'be careful what you wish for' and that statement was certainly ringing true tonight. After our denial of penetrative sex or sexual gratification of any kind from Valentin, I was desperate for a good hard fucking and orgasmic release. However, we now found ourselves in a terrifying situation.

As the door slammed behind us and we tried to get our bearings, we speed read the room as best we could. I could still taste cum in my mouth and by the looks of things, we were about to receive a whole lot more.

The room was large, but looked smaller due to the amount of people in there and the dimness of the lighting. The occupants were all men and appeared to be wearing white towels around their waists as though we'd stumbled into a male sauna. A large window was visible on the front wall of the house, but it was barred shut like a prison. There were stools and a wooden shelf all the way around the perimeter where the men were sat. They had been laughing and drinking as we'd been thrown through the doorway, but now the room had fallen silent.

It felt like a thousand pairs of eyes were watching us through the gloom. The room was sparsely lit by the wall lights, but there was a huge bright spotlight in the centre of the room. It was shining down onto large black rubber mats like the type you'd find in a gym. If they weren't out of place enough, the other items I could see made my skin crawl. Ropes and straps were hanging from the ceiling with some sort of medieval-looking harnesses attached to them. They'd obviously been expecting us.

I untangled myself from Natalie's naked limbs from where we'd fallen and moved back to try the door we'd just come through. It was locked so I banged hard on it and pleaded to be let out.

Bang - bang - bang.

"Let us out," I shouted. "You can't do this to us."

Natalie got up and joined me, banging equally as hard.

"Valentin, we had a deal," she screamed. "Let us out of here."

There was silence from the other side of the door and a few stifled laughs from somewhere in the room. We were putting on a good act, but we were genuinely frightened. The worst case was that we'd be tortured or killed in this room. We'd heard so many horror stories about Valentin and what he did to people who crossed him and it didn't bear thinking about.

My mind raced to figure out why he'd done this to us. He had already seen our performance at the gloryhole after watching Dimitri's video of us so he knew how good we were. He'd also tested us out personally and had cum all over Natalie's feet moments earlier so this couldn't be another test. That only left one option; we were here to earn him some money.

I searched the depths of the room for familiar faces, but the spotlight was angled towards us and we could only see towel-clad shadows. The towels almost glowed in the dark due to the stark contrast of light and dark.

"We shouldn't be here," I addressed the room. "This is kidnap. You need to let us out of here right now."

Someone laughed and then it erupted around the room. They say that laughter is infectious but this was something else; something sinister. A room full of bad men wanting to do bad things to us in the middle of nowhere was no joke. No one even knew where we were and that worried me.

The laughter calmed down and the silence returned. They were expecting us to move into the room to plead our case, but we weren't going to play into their hands - we stayed put. We stared out at the hungry eyes staring back at us in some sort of stale mate.

They were going to have to make the first move and we didn't have to wait long. Out of the shadows we heard a gut-wrenching roar of deep male vocal cords and half the room seemed to come straight for us. They threw their towels off and moved in as one mass, like a herd of charging bulls, surrounding us from all sides.

Suddenly, hands were all over us, grabbing, groping and pulling. We were both lifted up and dragged kicking and screaming to the centre of the room. We kicked out and flailed about trying to work ourselves loose, but there were too many of them and we were no match for their superior strength or numbers.

"NO, DON'T. LET US GO."

"FUCKING BASTARDS."

Our struggling and screaming only drove them on as we were carried to the staging area and pinned down face upwards onto the matting. I tried to kick out, but my legs were held tight by several guys and they forced my thighs apart. My arms were gripped tightly above my head while the others helped themselves to my private areas. My tits were slapped hard and groped roughly and someone started sucking my nipples.

I lost sight of Natalie in the sea of rapists and I assumed she was receiving similar treatment. Fingers were rammed inside my pussy and anus and they weren't being gentle. Grunts and gasps of satisfaction echoed off the walls, but were almost drowned out by our screams.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME," I cried. "THIS IS RAPE."

"NO... NO... DON'T," squealed Natalie.

Some of the men started sniggering at our peril and they finally broke their silence.

"Welcome to hell, bitches," one of them sneered into my ear as he kissed my neck and forced his lips onto mine. "I hope you like it rough."

"Yeah... that's it guys... hold them down and get the spreader-bars."

I didn't know what the spreader-bar was, but it didn't sound very appealing. I heard a clink of metal and saw two long steel rods being passed through the crowd. One of them went in Nat's direction and the other came in mine. As it got closer, I saw that it was approximately four-feet long and two inches in diameter. Each end was fitted with a leather strap, with another set of straps about six inches further in and various clips along its length.

The men were grinning from ear to ear and there was an air of excitement between them. I struggled to work free from their vice like grip, but it was futile. I felt helpless with the swarm of perverts abusing every inch of my body. I was being kissed, licked, groped, fingered and anally violated while my breasts were slapped and my nipples pulled and tweaked.

I'd had rough rapes before, but this was far worse. I glanced through the gaps between the men and saw Natalie with a similar pack of wild animals on her. Hands stroked and slapped her all over and three guys were fighting over her pussy.

"Flip the bitch over," someone said. "Get her hands behind her back. You know the drill."

Some of the men were English and some were Russian, but all were nasty. They must have been waiting all night for this little treat and now here we were in all our glory. As we'd been dragged in here from the lounge, Valentin had said 'anything goes' and these guys obviously had a well-rehearsed plan.

They climbed off me and I was flipped over onto my front with my arms wrenched up behind my back as though I was being arrested. Fingers were still abusing my fuck holes with the guys commenting on how wet I was.

"It looks like Valentin's warmed them up for us," said a Russian. "This bitch is dripping for my cock."

"I can smell how aroused she is from here," said another. "I love the scent of a wet cunt."

The bar was moved in behind me and my left hand was pulled into position. One of the inner leather straps was wrapped around my wrist and the buckle was pulled tight. They repeated it with my other hand to tie them both firmly to the bar. Once my hands were restrained, they moved on to my legs.

"You don't have to do this," I pleaded. "Please, just let us go."

My begging was ignored and they pushed my feet upwards bending my legs at the knee and holding me steady as my ankles were strapped onto the bar. I had no choice but to spread my legs wide to take some of the strain from my hips and ankles. I could hardly catch my breath with the weight of the men pinning me down. My face was sideways on looking for Natalie and I had someone's foot on my cheek to stop me from moving. I'd never felt so helpless in all my life and yet somehow, I was loving it.

I was terrified, vulnerable and at the mercy of these dirty bastards, but my training had kicked in and I realised there was no escape from the ordeal so I should try and make the most of it. I'd wanted fucking all night and although this wasn't exactly what I was after, at least I was going to get fucked.

With the spreader bar fitted and me well and truly immobilised the men started to step away one by one until I was left under the spot light with Natalie by my side.

She was trussed up in an identical position to me. It was almost like we were skydiving from the position we were in. We were both faced down with our feet up and our ankles touching our wrists behind our backs. The steel rod prevented us from closing our legs and we felt extremely exposed. These guys could now do anything they liked to us and there was no way of stopping them.

"That's better, no?" said a Russian man. "Two pretty little sluts, waiting to be fucked."

I searched the crowd for faces as they surrounded us three deep around the mats. I didn't recognise anyone and it didn't look like Victor or his team were there. Some men still had their towels on, but the rest were completely naked like us.

"You dirty mother fuckers," I spat. "Let us go."

"Or what?" laughed one of them. "Who are you going to tell, your mummy?"

"The police, you sick fuckers," shouted Nat.

"Good luck," said an English voice. "Valentin owns the police around here."

"Yeah. And now he owns you too and he's hired out your delicious little fuck holes for us to use and abuse," laughed another Russian.

"You're going to be dripping in spunk by the end of the night. I hope you're on birth control," said a voice from the back.

"Doesn't matter if they are or not," sneered another guy. "I won't be the one bringing up a bastard child after I breed with these whores."

"You come anywhere near us and I'll bite your fucking dicks off," I said, baring my teeth at them.

"And then your video will be plastered all over the internet sucking cocks at the gloryhole," said another voice. "We're all going to use you however we want, so you may as well get used to it."

"Yes, sweetie. Play nicely and we'll make sure you survive the night," said another.

Even if I wasn't trained, doing as we were told was the only way to get through this.

The crowd parted and four guys stepped forward onto the mats and began to adjust the harnesses which were hanging from the ceiling by ropes. Once they had slackened them off, they laid the leather harness onto the floor in front of each of us. Two men lifted me up using the bar and I felt the pain tearing at my limbs making me cry out. It was only temporary, but it told me how sadistic these fuckers were and I became worried again despite my inner slut trying to calm me down.

I was placed back down on the floor with the harness beneath me. Two wide leather straps were spaced out across the underside of my body and the men began to strap me in. The first strap went across my chest, just above my breasts with the second strap across my hips. They attached four ropes to the straps and two more ropes to the metal bar. The process was repeated with Natalie as the rest of the men stood around stroking their cocks.

"Haul them up," one of them ordered, pointing his thumb in an upwards direction. "Get them into position and let's get this rape party started."

A pulley was pulled somewhere out of sight and I felt myself being lifted off the mat a few inches at a time. They moved me slowly upwards trying to keep me level with the floor as we got higher and higher. I'd used sex swings before, but this thing was beyond compare. It had been engineered to keep the victim comfortable, but totally immobilized. I began to swing to and fro from the momentum of being winched up and I glanced behind me to see Natalie in the same predicament.

Once we were about a metre off the ground, the harness ropes were tied off. The remaining ropes fixed to the spreader bar were pulled tight making my body arch as my arms and legs stretched up behind me. I had to spread my thighs wider in order to take the pressure off, which is exactly why it was used.

Natalie looked stunning in her swing and under different circumstances I'd have made a sarcastic comment about her looking like a Christmas turkey, but that was currently out of the question. As we slowly rotated from our fixed point somewhere above us, I got a glorious view of her spread legs from behind. Her wet pouting pussy looked highly aroused and deliciously tempting to everyone in the room. I also knew that I must have looked the same and that any second, we were going to be gang raped in Valentin's remote mansion.

"Two little sluts, helpless and alone," mocked someone in the crowd. "Who wants to go first?"

A handful of men stepped forwards with their dicks already hard. Seeing us manhandled by the mob and tied up had already got them going. These guys didn't just like raping women, they like to watch others do it too.

Their cocks varied in size, length and physical appearance like all men do. Some were long and fat, some were shorter and thinner. Some were hairy and some were bald. All of them looked primed and ready to abuse us and I knew we were in for a long night.

The foot job and playing with each other in front of Valentin had already made us wet and this situation was only making me wetter. It was something to do with the feeling of helplessness that made me horny. In some way it gave me deniability that this was anything to do with me even if I enjoyed the slutty behaviour. A lot of women had rape fantasies for that very reason, but I was loving it for real. Torturing me or killing me would be far worse than this and I always loved a good hard fucking.

I was annoyed that my hands were tied because I loved to use them, but that only added to the thrill. Our assailants moved closer and there was an atmosphere in the room like electricity. It was like the calm before the storm and it made my heart race. My brain was telling me what was about to happen and that I should be frightened and afraid, but my body wanted cock.

I thought back to Katya and Grom at The Surfiety. I wondered if their counselling would cover gang rape while being tied and bound to a metal pole and suspended from the ceiling of a Russian mafia boss' hideaway. It was weird to even say it in my head never mind mentioning it to Katya.

My train of thought was shattered as soon as the men started to touch me. The roughness seemed to have subsided for now and my skin tingled as my body was touched all over. My thighs, back, neck, boobs and face were stroked by multiple men, denying themselves the pleasure of touching my dripping cunt.

"Cute and firm."

"Young and toned."

"Big and pert."

The men all passed comments as they helped themselves to my soft body. I was slowly rotated around so the men could abuse me in different areas. A couple of them dropped to their knees so that their head was level with mine. As I passed them, they gripped my chin and forced a kiss onto me. I pulled away, but they held me in place tasting the fear on my lips. I was then spun around to the next guy.

Something equally as sickening was happening behind me as I passed the different men. Some passed comment about my meaty labia, some of them slapped my ass and watched the skin turn red, but most of them touched my quim or fingered my juicy snatch.

"This bitch is so fucking tight," one English guy said. "I think she might be a virgin."

Natalie would normally have corrected the guy, but this wasn't the time or the place. There were so many men around us that I couldn't even see her.

I felt a guy stuffing his face between my thighs from behind, sniffing his way to the prize. His hot breath blew over my wet fuck lips making me shudder. I was going to get fucked senseless by these men and I just wanted them to hurry up and use me. The lack of orgasm so far tonight was frustrating to say the least. I felt ready to explode and almost came on the spot when the guy's tongue licked over my vulva. His lust had taken over and just one sniff of my pussy sent him into a frenzy. He spread my pussy lips open and pushed his whole face against my sopping genitals. His tongue was like an electric eel forcing its way up my love tunnel while his nose rubbed against my taint.

It set the other guys off and one of them dipped underneath me and slapped my tits, tweaking my nipples and nibbling on them as the other men watched on. His hands felt huge, grabbing and clawing at my flesh as though he was kneading bread dough.

"Yeah, slap those titties," someone shouted from the crowd. "She fucking loves it."

I did love it, but I was about to deny it when another guy started kissing me again. I'd stopped spinning by now, but I swung back and forth gently, feeling weightless in the sex swing. The guy forced his way into my mouth, pinching my nose to make me open up and let him in. I could taste booze on his breath, maybe beer or vodka, but I'd had worse.

The intrusive foreplay went on for about a minute until the guy kissing me decided to up the ante.

"My cock's going in your mouth and you're going to suck it," he snarled. "Any biting will result in severe punishment."

He stood up with his cock in his hand.

"Show her what happens if she's disobedient," he said to someone in the crowd.

Without warning I felt the spreader bar being pulled upwards and my arms and legs went with it. Excruciating pain shot through my shoulders, back and hips as my whole body weight was now supported by my ankles and wrists. My shoulders folded backwards and my back arched much further than it was supposed to.

An involuntary cry of pain left my mouth as my pain receptors told me that it hurt like hell. Luckily it was short lived and the rope was released allowing my weight to be supported by the swing once more.

"You'll do exactly as we say or we'll leave you hanging like that for hours. Understand, slut?" snapped the guy in front of me.

I nodded submissively.

"Good little girl," he mocked. "Now... open that pretty little mouth of yours and take my cock."

I wet my lips and opened up as he grabbed a handful of my hair and wrenched my head backwards. He was going to be the first one of many to fuck my face, but as long as they didn't hurt me again, I couldn't care less. He teased me with it just to show me how little control of the situation I had. His spongy tip grazed over my lips and I tried to suck him in, but he pulled it away at the last second.

The crowd loved that. They liked the fact that I was trying to suck his cock like a cum hungry slut and that I was doing exactly as I was told.

"She looks hungry," laughed the guy next to him. "I think you need to feed her."

The guy holding my head stared down into my eyes as he pushed his hard shaft into my mouth. He kept going, feeling the initial resistance of my throat before pushing through it and making me take the full length. The position of my head in relation to my neck was perfectly aligned thanks to the swing and I wondered if that was part of its design. My eyes bulged out, but I didn't gag and that only made the crowd more restless.

"The fucking whore's got no gag reflex," gasped one guy. "Where did they find these bitches?"

"Neither has this one," said one of the guys with Natalie. "She's like a fuck doll, look at this bitch just swallowing me up."

I couldn't see what they were doing to her, but it didn't take a genius to work it out. Rape always went the same way. The men would goad us, slap us into submission or tie us up. Then they'd intimidate us, degrade us and humiliate us before they started their assault.