Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 06

One time as he stood behind her he ran his finger across Jen's tattoo. "I can remove this if you want."

"Oh, um, okay," Jen said, but she had no intention of removing it.

Dr. Ambrose pushed a finger against Jen's tummy just above her panty line. "Liposuction is possible here." He moved behind her again and she felt him poke the bottom of her ass and her upper thighs. "These areas as well."

Jen flushed, both embarrassed and angry by his clinical analysis of her recent weight gain. It wasn't that noticeable, was it?

Dr. Ambrose noticed her distressed and smiled reassuringly. In a doctorly voice, he said, "No offense intended. You have a lovely figure. I'm pointing out very minor issues. Your husband is a very lucky man."

Dr. Ambrose kneeled down and pulled down her panties. Jen got even redder as she realized Dr. Ambrose couldn't help but notice the wetness in her panties. But he didn't mention it.

"I see you keep yourself bare, except for here," he said, running his finger along Jen's thin landing strip. "Do you shave, or use a cream?"

"Uh, well ... I go to the salon every week and get a Brazilian."

Dr. Ambrose nodded contemplatively. "Ah I see. And they wax your legs then as well?"

"Yeah," Jen said not knowing where this was going.

"I mention this, because electrolysis is available to permanently address this situation. Although it's not as effective with light colored hair." Dr. Ambrose ran his finger again across Jen's thin landing strip. "And I see you're a natural blonde."

"Yeah, uh, well ... yeah," Jen said, unsure if his observation needed a response.

Dr. Ambrose stepped away and leaned against the edge of his desk. Looking at her, he said, "To summarize, I think we're looking at breast enhancement to 34B. I don't think any additional treatments are necessary at this time. Unfortunately, I don't have any openings on my calendar for a few months."

"Only 34B?" Jen said disappointed, dejectedly looking down at the tips of her high heels. "And we can't do this for months?"

Dr. Ambrose shrugged. "It's up to you. You could go to 36B, but you'd risk loss of sensitivity. Anything larger and you'll definitely lose sensitivity. As for the timing – we'll, can you give me a reason why I should take you before my other patients?"

Jen looked up. What he said sounded like a proposition. That surprised her, because he'd been so professional and clinical up to this point. His eyes were on her. Suddenly, she remembered her state of undress. She wore only her thigh highs and heels, her panties pulled halfway down her thighs. A professional, almost detached expression remained on Dr. Ambrose's face. But glancing down, she clearly saw a hard-on in his pants. He WAS turn-on!

Dr. Ambrose kept looking at her, as if waiting for her to do something. Jen wondered if he wanted sex from her. Maybe that's how she got to the top of his list. She actually considered it for a moment. She couldn't wait to drive Darius crazy with her new big breasts, and months seemed like such a long time. But if she did fuck Dr. Ambrose, or go down on him, she'd once again be using her body to get what she wanted. She didn't want to do that again. She'd learned her lesson with Tyrone.

"I guess I'll make an appointment with Cathy," Jen said, and saw a hint of disappointment in Dr. Ambrose's face. She pulled up her panties. Dr. Ambrose didn't move, didn't even look away, he gave her no privacy to get dressed. Her impulse was to say something, but she didn't want to get on his bad side and fall further down his calendar, or maybe told to find another doctor. Despite his ogling her, he was supposed to be the best doctor on the east coast and she didn't want to lose him. So while he looked, she got dressed, putting on her bra, wiggling into her skirt, and buttoning her blouse.

Jen left Dr. Ambrose's office, thinking about how strange the examination had gone and wondering if Dr. Ambrose treated all his patients (at least the pretty ones) that way. She'd watched a few episodes of Nip and Tuck, and she wondered if real life was like the TV series.

Her thoughts were interrupted when her iPhone buzzed. It was a text from Tony, one of the Stallions. The text said: "Jen – I really need to talk to you. Can you meet me for lunch? Thanks – Tony"

Jen no longer hooked up with Tony, but they were still friends, and his message sounded urgent. She got into a cab to take her to the restaurant indicated in Tony's text.

They arrived and Jen got out of the cab. She frowned looking at the name of the restaurant, "Ecstasy." The outside looked glitzy and run-down at the same time. Jen walked in and smelled beer, urine, and smoke. This can't be the right place, she thought. She took a couple of steps in and saw that the place was empty. On the walls were big plasma TVs, like a sports bar.

She saw Tony and smiled. But he looked terrible. "I'm really sorry Jen," he said, clearly upset. "I owed him a lot of money." He squeezed her hand and repeated, "I'm really sorry." Then he left, leaving Jen with a quizzical expression on her face.

Not sure what was going on, she glanced back into the restaurant. Then she saw them. Six big black men. And in the middle of the group stood Tyrone, a big evil smile on his face. She quickly whirled and headed back to the door. Five more black men stood in front of the door. But it wasn't the men who caused her to stop and slowly turn around. It was what she was hearing.

Tyrone had turned on the TVs, and Jen heard herself on the TV speakers. And then she looked at the screens, horrified dismay coming to her face.

All the TVs showed her in compromising positions. In some, she was smoking marijuana or snorting cocaine. In others, Tyrone was fucking her. Some of the screens showed her fucking Bob. In other screens, she was fucking Jeffrey, the 18 year old who looked so much younger.

"That's right Jenny," Tyrone came over, pulling his arm around her waist. She cringed at his touch. "I have video of you. A lot of video."

"Oh my god," Jen said distressed as she watched herself in the TVs.

"I wonder what your parents would think if they saw these? Your cuckold husband will probably love seeing them. But what about your friends, your neighbors? What about the teachers and other parents where your kids go to school? I've got 1000 copies of this DVD, ready to be mailed out today."

Jen saw her life being destroyed. "Tyrone, please, you can't do that, my life would be over. I'm sorry for what I said, I'll apologize in front of everyone, please, we're friends."

Tyrone's evil smile turned into an angry glare. "Who the fuck do you think you're dealing with? How dare you disrespect me?" he growled in a dangerous voice. He grabbed her arm, roughly pulling her towards him. Then he took out a switch blade and menacingly pointed it at her mouth. "I should cut out your tongue right now!"

Jen tried to squirm away but he was too strong. She'd never been so scared in her life, and tears welled up in her eyes. "No Tyrone, please, I'm so sorry."

Tyrone raised the knife dangerously close to her eye. Then he ran the knife's edge over her cheeks. "I'm capable of hurting you Jenny," he said threateningly. "I've hurt other people before. I've hurt them bad, in permanent ways. Do you believe me?"

Jen nodded her head, the fear showing in her eyes, tears running down her cheeks.

Tyrone pressed the razor sharp blade against her cheek. With just a little more pressure the blade would slash her. "You're a pretty girl Jenny," he said. "Do you want to stay pretty?"

"Please, Tyrone, don't," Jen pleaded in a trembling voice, the tears now gushing down her cheeks. "Please, I'll apologize in front of everyone, I promise."

Tyrone smiled cruelly. "Do you really think it's going to be that easy?" Tossing the knife to one of his henchmen, Tyrone roughly turned Jen around and shoved her chest down on a table. He reached down and pulled up her skirt so it gathered around her waist. He eyed her lacy thong, thigh high stockings and high heels appreciatively. "Always dressed to impress, aren't you Jenny?" Then he grabbed the thong and violently tore it off of her, making her yelp. He reached to her front and squeezed her tits hard, making her squeal with pain. "Go ahead and scream," he taunted her. "It's more fun that way." Then he took out his cock and rammed it into her pussy. He pounded her hard. Jen struggled, but eventually submitted to him. What could she do? There were too many men, and they had knives and probably guns. Tyrone fucked her for a few minutes, then came, shooting his sperm into her pussy.

Panting, he pulled out of her pussy and pulled his pants back on. With his weight off of her, Jen pushed her skirt down and slowly turned around. Her cheeks were wet with tears and her makeup ruined. All she wanted to do was go home and crawl into bed, and cry.

Thinking the ordeal over, she picked up her purse and moved towards the door when Tyrone grabbed her arm. He smiled again but there was no humor in it, only evil. "Did you really think it was going to be that easy?" he asked menacingly.

Jen's face turned to panic and she cried "No!" as she saw the other men moved towards her. Two men roughly grabbed her arms and pushed her onto the table. "No, no, you bastards, stop!" Jen cried as two other men pushed up her skirt and spread her legs wide, holding her ankles. Jen struggled but they were too big and strong. Another black man got between Jen's legs and ripped open her blouse, the buttons flying everywhere. He took Tyrone's knife and cut Jen's bra between the cups. Jen screamed and her eyes bulged out as he penetrated her pussy, his cock much larger than Tyrone's. Her screams continued as the other men lined up to take their turns.

The man fucking her lowered his head and planted his lips on Jen's, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Jen bit down hard and the man yelped with pain. "You bitch!" he cried, slapping her hard across the face. He pounded her pussy harder but he didn't try to kiss her again. The other men in the room laughed.

Another man got on the table and rubbed his hard cock across Jen's face. He pointed the tip of a long knife at Jen's eye. "If you bite my cock I'll cut out your eye," he threatened. He shoved his thick cock into Jen's mouth, and she almost gagged as he roughly fucked her face.

"Don't fucking shoot off on her face!" one of the men growled, who had not yet had his turn and didn't want to fuck her messed up with jism on her face. The man in her mouth came. He kept his cock stuffed down Jen's throat so she had no choice but to swallow. At the same time, the man in her pussy came, spraying his seed into her pussy. None of the men were using condoms.

The man between her legs pulled out, and another man quickly took his place. He shoved his cock into her, and then he got on the table with her, rolling so now Jen was on top. "No, no!" Jen cried, knowing what was about to happen. She felt a cockhead pushing against her ass. "No, you bastard, stop!" she screamed. The man didn't even use any lubrication, other than some spit. Jen screamed in pain as he penetrated her ass, the other man still in her pussy.

The gang bang went on and on. Men orgasmed and then got back in line for another turn. Jen never stopped screaming and struggling. But then something happened. Something that made the rape even more humiliating. About 45 minutes into the rape, Jen experienced an orgasm. She fought against it, but her body betrayed her. She tried to hide it, but Tyrone noticed her stifled moan and arch of her back.

After the first orgasm, her body was primed for more. As the rape continued, so did her orgasms. She tried to hide it, but Tyrone noticed. He watched as she approached another orgasm. As the man between her legs relentlessly pounded her pussy, he stepped up to her side and sensually cupped her breasts, expertly rubbing her sensitive nipple between his thumb and index finger. She clenched her teeth to stifle a moan, but Tyrone smiled knowingly at her. "You're loving this, aren't you Jenny?" he asked spitefully. Then, just as her orgasm hit, Tyrone bent down and kissed her on the lips. Jen couldn't help it; she threw her arms around Tyrone's neck and kissed him back, letting her tormentor and mastermind of her vicious rape French kiss her through a toe curling orgasm.