Hypno-Video Ch. 02

"First down," I said quickly. When she clamped down on my dick and threw her head back, I latched on.

"Ohhhh, that's not fair!" she cried. Rather than pull away, however, she let go of one wrist and pulled my head into her titty.

"At least I didn't say..."

"No! Not yet!"

She was grinding into my hips with a frenzy now, one hand supporting her while the other gripped the hair on the back of my head, guiding me from one breast to the other. I hoped she was about ready; I sure would've hated to short stroke her after we had come so far. I lay my head back and grabbed both breasts with my hands and pushed them together. When her nipples were almost touching, I leaned forward and took them both into my mouth. She had groaned in frustration at first, but pulled my head into her again when she figured out what I was doing. Halfway supporting me, she began to moan and cry out as her orgasm rapidly approached.

"Cum with me!" she cried, as her orgasm swept through her body.

I couldn't have held back if I'd wanted to. She instinctively pressed her hips into mine and held there as she climaxed, leaving me deep inside her when I shot my load. I had intended to pull out, but apparently she didn't mind. I'd rather cum inside a moist vagina anyway. I decided to give her a present as her climax subsided and mine was just beginning.

"Touchdown Oklahoma!"

"OH YEAH!" she yelled, as she resumed humping herself onto my cock.

I let go of her tits and grabbed her hips. She, in turn, crushed her lips into mine, grabbing my face possessively while her second, more powerful orgasm ripped through her body. After the frenzied pace we had kept up for what seemed like an all day affair, we were both out of breath when our grinding slowed to a halt. With a sigh, she collapsed on top of me with her head resting on my shoulder as she caught her breath. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.

"I love you," I said. I had to see if she still felt the same way.

"I love you too," she said. She was still out of breath. We lay in each other's arms, recovering from the most intense sexual experience either of us had ever had.

"You don't have to help me, though. You've already given me so much... I have a new hope because of you."

"Well I still don't know what you're talking about. Are you going to tell me anytime soon, or do I have to keep guessing?"

"I asked you for help last night, remember? I'm just telling you that you don't have to. I can take care of it." She wasn't very convincing. She still needed me, she just felt guilty about it. "But there is something you should know."

"What's that?"

"Let's go into the living room," she said, starting to get up.

"Bull-shit!" I pulled her back down to me. "Since when is it the guy's job to ask for a little cuddling after sex? You're staying right here, Missy."

She laughed again and it sounded so sweet. As I laid there and held her, absentmindedly rubbing her back, I tried to figure out what could have made such a beautiful and beautifully strong woman feel lost and alone in a marriage that had seemed almost as perfect as mine. (Yeah, I had just cheated on my wife Cynthia, but since she had the hots for Lisa, too, I saw it as more of a recon mission.) Lisa was definitely in trouble, though, and I was bound and determined to help her, no matter what it took. I kissed her forehead and hugged her tight. She leaned forward and kissed me... a lot. Not foreplay type tonsil hockey, but soft sensuous kisses that were full of emotion. I kept rubbing her back.

"Keep that up and you'll put me to sleep," she said. The soft, sexy tone of her voice was enchanting.

"Keep talking in that tone and you'll get laid again," I replied, only half kidding.

"Let's get dressed and talk about this," she said, giving me one last kiss and getting up. "I'll meet you in the living room." I watched her ass the whole way out the door. I couldn't help it.

It didn't take me long to get dressed, and I waited in the living room for forever. Lisa meticulously cleaned herself up the way women insist on after sex and had to get dolled up again. It was a little ironic that she was trying so hard to impress me while I sat there in yesterday's dirty clothes, but she didn't seem to notice. I, however, noticed her immediately. She had put on make-up and fixed her disheveled hair (yeah, we messed her hair up quite a bit ;-), and was simply beautiful. She was wearing a not-so-tight, low-cut shirt that was somehow sexy as hell before you noticed her ample cleavage, and a nice fitting pair of jeans that both showed off her long legs and fit so nicely around her sweet ass, it looked like she was poured into them. As she approached, passed me and went to the DVD player, and turned back to sit by me on the couch, it took me a while to notice the sad, hurt look on her face.

"It would be easier for me to show you what happened," she said quietly. She handed me the remote. "This wasn't the first time. I set up the camera to see what was going on when I realized there was something... amiss."

I pushed play, not knowing what to expect. I hated what I saw, but it didn't seem bad. Lisa was on her back on the couch, while Steve was eating her pussy. She was completely naked (Steve fully clothed), and seemed to be enjoying herself. As he ate her, she had one hand on the back of his head and one pulling and pinching her sensitive nipples. I looked over at Lisa.

"What is it with you and those nipples?" I asked. "Most women get upset because we're too rough on them."

"I don't know," she replied. Her voice was quiet and defeated. She was in no mood to flirt.

"Damn!" I said, shaking my head, still trying to cheer her up. "As if you weren't a good enough fantasy to begin with!"

"I love you," she said, putting her hand on my leg. "Will you tell me one more time?"

"I love you, I love you, I love you. Baby, I'll tell you every day for the rest of my life if you'll let me."

She kept her hand on my leg, and wiped her eyes with the other. "Thank you," she said quietly.

I was about to reply when I was interrupted by the doorbell. I looked at Lisa who was pointing at the TV. On the screen, Lisa had tried to get up and get dressed, but Steve stopped her; telling her to stay there and he'd get rid of whoever it was. She quickly looked at the camera and back at Steve who was stepping out of view. She took a deep breath and looked at the camera again.

"We don't have to watch this," I said. Hell, she was already crying. "I already said I'd swoop down and rescue you, and I meant it."

"Just watch. There's something else you should know," she replied.

So I watched. Three other guys walked into the screen when Steve returned. Two black, one white, and all three of them looked like lowlifes. The biggest (and obviously the leader) spoke loudly to Steve and told him to get his "bitch" under control. Meanwhile, Lisa had put on her shirt and was putting on her pants, sans panties and bra. "Studebaker" was supposed to remove Lisa's inhibitions, but when Steve said it, Lisa told him to go fuck himself after only a brief pause.

"That's my girl," I said. Lisa said nothing.

Then Steve said "slumber party" and put her in a trance. He then commanded her to basically go along with the gang rape he and his thug friends had in mind. He also told her that she would enjoy everything that happened to her. At least there was that. She had no choice but to comply. I watched in disgust as she removed her clothes and knelt in front of the leader. She wasn't able to fit his entire cock in her mouth because, quite frankly, it was the biggest dick I had ever seen. But she made a valiant effort. He sat down on the couch, and when she lowered to her hands and knees, the white guy knelt behind her and guided his big cock into her already wet vagina. Steve, showing his true colors, sat down on the recliner and began masturbating. As the Lisa on the screen moaned around the huge cock in her mouth, the Lisa beside me shuddered.

"I really don't want to watch this, baby," I said, putting my arm around her and pulling her close.

"You don't like it?" she asked. Her voice was still quiet, but she had a glimmer of hope in her tone.

"No, watching you get raped isn't high on my to-do list." She grabbed the remote and pushed fast-forward. Mercifully. "Why don't we just quit watching it?" I really didn't see any reason not to turn it off.

"Because there's more to the story. You need to hear what these guys have to say... and what they intend to do." There were still tears in her eyes, but a weight seemed to have been lifted off her shoulders. "I'm so sorry," she gasped.

I held her close as she cried it out. I tried to grab the remote, but she wouldn't let me. Holding her tight, I watched as the ghastly scene played itself out. The three men took turns on each end of her, then were poised to do double penetration. I realized why Steve was disappointed when I refused to help him do it to her the night before. Apparently he really got off on it because he was jerking off throughout the entire scene. But I saw something that confused me.

"Wait!" I said. "Rewind that." Surely I didn't just see what I thought I saw.

"I thought you might notice that," she said. She was still talking quietly, but there was a hint of a laugh in her voice.

On the screen, the leader was standing in front of Steve. Lisa was straddling the other black man with her body twisted to the left, while the white guy was pumping in and out of her mouth. It was the white guy who spoke.

"You gonna have to bitch-slap that bitch, Charlie; he ain't doin' as he's told."

Charlie did just that. Steve wheeled around and fell to the floor. An angry red welt had already formed on his cheek, and he had tears in his eyes, but didn't look as scared as I figured. He looked more excited than anything. Crawling forward on his knees, he grabbed Charlie by his horse-cock and wrapped his mouth around it. His other hand was still on his own prick.

"Yeah, that's it, white bitch," said Charlie, holding the back of Steve's head while his cock slid in and out of his mouth. Steve was able to take it further into his mouth than Lisa had. "You gonna do this to Reggie and Brent, too. I think you better at this than yo missus."

I watched in shock and a little bit of horror as Steve moaned around Charlie's cock. He was now jerking his cock at light speed. In all the years we'd been friends, I never even suspected that he was a closet homosexual. It kinda pissed me off that he'd flown in under my gay-dar. In no time at all he was spurting his seed all over the carpet. I looked over by the recliner, and, sure enough, there were tell-tale stains on the floor. Unbelievable!

"That's enough, bitch," said Charlie. Steve let out a disappointed groan as he stroked his cock. It never went flaccid. Charlie laughed. "Getcha ass over here Brent; dis bitch ain't done yet!"

The white guy walked over to Steve, who eagerly began sucking his cock, while Charlie walked over to Lisa. She was still bouncing on Reggie's cock. Putting one hand on her hip to hold her still and the other to guide his cock, he eased the head into Lisa's ass. She cried out.

"They didn't use any lube?!" I exclaimed. That was infuriating. My poor baby. She looked down and shook her head. The video we were watching was forgotten.

"That's how I found out," she said. "I went to the doctor when... when I woke up and I was bleeding. Steve was pissed. He told me I should have asked him first, but didn't have an answer when I asked him why I needed his permission. Anyway, the doctor started talking about different kinds of lubes. He told me I was lucky that there wasn't more damage, and to be sure to use plenty of lube the next time I tried anal."

She paused to wipe her eyes, as the silent tears had never stopped.

"The doctor and I both thought the other was crazy, then he explained to me the ways he was positive that there had been something foreign in my ass." She shuddered. "That's when I set up the camera, and found out about the DVD."

"Was this tape before or after you took away Steve's power?"

"Before," she replied. "The next one is on this tape too, though. That's when I refused and locked myself in our bedroom. I was scared that they would break down the door and take me anyway, but they were pissed at Steve. You might feel sorry for him at first."

"I seriously fucking doubt it."

"As near as I can tell," she went on, "they come over every Thursday. I don't know how long it's been going on. At least a month."

"So they'll be here tomorrow night?" I was incredulous. "Cutting it a bit close, aren't we?"

She didn't answer. She simply turned back to look at the TV.

On the TV, Lisa was now sitting reverse-cowgirl on Reggie, with his cock in her ass, while Charlie pumped furiously in and out of her pussy. Steve was still busy on Brent, who had his head back and his eyes closed. Lisa was making noises somewhere between pleasure and pain. I pushed fast forward again. It didn't take long for the action to stop. Soon, the thugs were dressed and headed out of the room while Lisa lay in a huddle on the floor. Steve got up and had his way with her. She seemed to be eager and responsive, but I didn't press play. The tape went blank for a few seconds, then came on again with the same angle.

"Here's where you'll want to watch," she said.

I pushed play, ready to be disgusted again. Don't get me wrong, Cynthia and I have watched gang bang scenes in porn movies and they've worked well for both of us (of course, Cyn maintained that she was turned on because of me), but rape never was my bag. Love/Lust is supposed to be the basis for sex, not taking what you want. But what unfolded on the screen made me proud. This time, when the thugs came in, Lisa was fully dressed.

"NO!" she shouted, as soon as she saw them.

Steve was already frustrated. Apparently she wouldn't let him do anything before they got there. He tried both "Studebaker," and "slumber party," but to no avail. The three men laughed at him, and tried to cut her off but she managed to get past them. You could hear a door slam soon after she disappeared from view. Charlie grabbed Steve by the back of his neck.

"You better getcho bitch back in here, little Stevie," he laughed. "Else we gonna make you our bitch tonight."

Charlie gave him a solid shove, causing him to reel across the room and fall, just out of view of the camera. Soon, we could hear him pleading with Lisa to come and watch a movie with him. The stupid son of a bitch was too dense to realize that the gig was up. I really felt like it should be obvious to him that she knew about the DVD. She didn't answer him. If she hadn't already told me that they hadn't gone in to get her, I would have been scared for her when Reggie and Brent rushed out of the screen toward the bedroom. Instead, they brought back a whining Steve, who was suddenly shoved into Charlie's arms. Charlie threw him on the couch.

"Ya done fucked up and letcho bitch figure it out," he said.

"Please," whined Steve. If I'd had a drop of respect left for Steve, it was gone now. "Just give me some time to get through to her. Please don't do this!"

"Stupid little man," said Charlie. Don't you know she's ruined now? She know what's happenin, she gonna know how to stop it."

"No she won't," Steve replied. "I'll make her forget."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Charlie boomed.

Reggie smacked Steve on the side of the head. Hard. Groaning, Steve sat back up. Reggie and Brent came around the couch and sat on each side of him.

"Now, what you gonna do is find us another bitch. You ain't gonna tell her man what's happenin. You just give him the DVD, and we'll do the rest. Understand?"

"Yeah, I already know who to get. It's Lisa's friend. You'll like her..."

Brent elbowed him in the face. Blood immediately spurted from his nose and began running down his face. Charlie walked forward, knelt in front of him, and handed him a handkerchief. He was surprisingly gentle and almost caring. He gave Steve a chance to compose himself and spoke in a low, conversational tone.

"We gonna show up here same time next week. You'll give her man the DVD and promise him a new, horny bitch. We don't care how you do it, but you ain't gonna say a word about us. If he know we comin, we gonna kill all y'all. Understand?" Steve nodded. "Then you gonna take us to his house," he chuckled. "And we gonna have us two new bitches."

He snapped his fingers. Steve nearly jumped out of his skin. Brent and Reggie got up, Reggie patted a flinching Steve on the head, and walked toward the front door. After the three had left, Steve got tough. Walking toward the bedroom, he yelled at Lisa. He was still holding the hanky on his nose, so it had a Willie Nelson quality about it.

"LISA! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE, NOW!"

"FUCK YOU!" she replied.

The screen went blank.

"Well, that was enlightening," I said, looking at Lisa. I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly. She didn't touch me. She simply sat beside me, looking at her hands in her lap. "Steve set you up. That's why I couldn't just leave. I had to show you how bad these men were, so you would understand how dangerous they are."

I didn't know what to say. I had a million thoughts running through my head and at least half of them were different ways to kill Steve. I would definitely figure out a way to get even. I saw Lisa out of the corner of my eye. She raised a hand to touch me, then pulled it back, looking at her lap again. She was still quietly crying. I got up and ejected the tape from the VCR.

"You want to leave, don't you?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's definitely time to go," I replied, turning to face her. Her face crumbled into the saddest, most hurt look I have ever seen.

"I'm sorry," she squeaked. "I'm so sorry." She was a strong woman. Despite the incredible hurt she was feeling, she did her absolute best to hide it. There were no sobs, just the look of anguish that's impossible to hide. That's why I love her so much.

"But first we gotta figure out how much we're taking with us. Can we fit all your stuff in my car, or will I need to go get my pickup?"

Now the sobs came. She jumped off the couch and ran into my arms. I held her tight as she cried some more, rubbing her back with one hand and stroking her hair with the other. She had her head on my shoulder and was clinging tightly to me. Then she quickly pulled back and hit me on the chest.

"You son of a bitch, you played me!"

"Ow, what the hell was that for?" I replied. She leaned back into me and put her head on my shoulder again.

Ok, I knew what she was talking about, but she deserved it. How many times had I already told her I was there to stay? Did she really think I would change my mind because her husband turned out to be a gang-rapist-cocksucker?

"You made me think you were going to leave me!" she said. We slowly rocked back and forth like a slow, romantic dance.

"No," I said softly in her ear. "You made you think I was going to leave. You've done it all morning, and I keep trying to tell you you're stuck with me." She raised her head and leaned in for a kiss.

"There's something else I want you to watch," she said.

"Fuck me, there's more?!"

"No," she laughed, "nothing bad, there's just something else I want you to see. Will you watch it with me?"

"What is it, then?" I asked.

Without answering me, she walked to the VCR and put in a tape. Walking back to my side, she sat down, pulling me with her. I loved the way she put a hand on my leg and lay her head on my shoulder. She had the remote in her other hand and pushed play. Then she quickly jumped up.

"Let me get us something to drink," she said, walking to the kitchen.