The Hotel Ch. 02

He got what he wanted as Emily moved back up onto all fours. Her tits hanging down onto the bed through the maternity bra. They looked like huge water filled balloons hanging on her chest, squashed at the top by the bra. He obviously liked it. "Yes, long." He wanted more. "Swing them," he commanded, though that didn't really work out all that well.

Either my wife's arms weren't long enough or her tits were too big. Either way, they didn't really swing much, mostly just resting on the bed. He chuckled, "Try more." I'm not completely sure my wife knew what he was trying to achieve but her effort of simply moving her body more didn't really achieve anything apart from rubbing her tits against the bed harder. It all would have been slightly comical had the entire situation not have been so grave.

Jane arrived from behind the chair he was sitting in. I was pretty sure she gave us a smirk in the cupboard as she walked past us holding a tray or something in her hand, heading to the bed and in front of my wife. She put the tray down between them. Emily saw it and instantly stopped moving, her eyes clearly locked onto it. As if Mr. Mo had spotted her reaction, he stood up and moved behind my wife. His new angle allowed me to see his cock. It was pointing straight up, banging against his stomach and like the man it was attached to, it was big. I only saw it for a fleeting second and it was the 4th cock I'd ever seen in my life but Mr. Mo's was going to stick in my mind. Thick and long, I worried for my wife.

"You snort?" he bellowed as a kind of question.

Emily shook her head, "No." Was that a no I don't know how or no I don't want it.

"Jane show you." He was now standing behind my wife with his hand on her hips. He was caressing her, and whispering something in Russian, it was creepy.

Kneeling on the bed near the tray, Jane was holding up a small straw thing and quietly giving my wife the drug snorting tutorial, however Em wasn't interested.

"No, I don't want this," and her head turned to Mr. Mo. "Please, I don't want to do that." It wasn't clear what she was really referring to. Did she mean his cock or the drugs? He completely ignored her, carrying on with his routine. She turned back to Jane, "I don't want this," and she nodded at the tray.

Jane laughed, "You do. You need it. You'll love it. Trust me." She laughed again. "You're one of us now. You're earning your stripes," and she looked in my direction with a smirk as she offered my wife the straw thing.

Emily shook her head again and Mr. Mo boomed something at Jane. Clearly dismayed and shook up, she leaned forward and said something to my wife. It sounded like a 'Please' or something like that, she looked frightened. My wife's head jumped, she looked shocked and her body went rigid. Looking up her body I could see why.

Both of Mr. Mo's hands were now on my wife's hips and he was in the perfect position to take her doggy style, which is what I guess was starting to happen. His hips and ass weren't moving like he was fucking, but my wife's face told me that for sure something was going on. Her mouth was now opened wide and she was groaning.

Jane was happy at the change of focus and had a smirk back on her face as she looked down my wife's back. Yup, he was definitely putting his cock into my wife, moving forward slowly, inching himself into her.

The room was eerily silent as this process continued. The only sound was coming from Emily, a slow, low, beastly grunt, and then she said it, "Ohhh god, it's sooo big. Oh god. Oh God!" She continued, babbling, "Oh god, what's happening to me? Nooo, I can't. This isn't right.'' She was almost hyperventilating. Jane reached across the tray and grabbed one of my wifes dangling boobs and started to squeeze it. That caused more moans from Emily. "Ohhh fuck, oh God," as she bowed her head. Jane had to move the tray away a little as my wife's hair fell in front of her face.

He moaned, "Ummmmmm, good. Tight. New." At that, my cock throbbed. There was something about him enjoying my wife, something that gave me a strange flush of stupid pride.

Then Jane added to it, "You hear that you whore?" She chuckled, I throbbed, Emily moaned. "You'll have a loose cooch like the rest of us in a few days." Though it was spiteful, I jerked at it. It was crazy. I hurt my wrists again pulling on the binds, though not really sure why at this point.

Mr. Mo said something and appeared to have reached his goal. His thighs were now tight against my wife's ass. He was in. He was all in. Fuck, that must have felt strange for my wife. I couldn't even imagine it. He didn't move his body, keeping himself still, filling her. Her head still hanging down, Jane did something with Emily's hair, putting it in a ponytail. He moved a hand between the shoulder blades of my wifes back, telling her, "You take now." I was confused. But I guess he was applying pressure to her back and she started to bend her arms as she went down.

There was no protest at first, I guessed she was spaced out from the cock now stretching her pussy out. Then, as she got closer she started to resist. "No I won't."

He moved his hips a little and she cried out, "Arrrggghhhhhhh," loud but she still shook her head.

Clearly she didn't want to take their drugs. Jane then reminded her, "It don't matter what you want. You need to snort this coke."

"No!" She was still resisting.

This woke me up. I was still her husband and though she'd fucked three strangers she was still mine. This was one step too far. We could still recover from this. I needed to do something. I grunted loudly as I tried to pull at my wrists. It hurt. It really hurt. I didn't care that I was naked. I didn't care if they heard me. I needed to help my wife. I needed to get that monster cock out of her. I needed to get her away from these evil fucks.

I pulled again, crying into my gag at the pain. But it didn't move. I couldn't move. I half expected the woman next to me to plunge a knife into me somewhere but a glance at her showed that she didn't give a shit any more. Looking back into the room I could see Mr. Mo looking in our direction. He'd heard us. The slimy fucker smiled at me.

That made me mad and completely broke me at the same time. I couldn't get out of here and, even if I did, that man didn't give a shit. He could likely squash me in a heartbeat. Fuck, it made me MAD. I had one last groan, pull, stretch, fight, and then I gave up. The naked man in the cupboard. The noise from the door was defeated.

He chuckled and turned back to the task at hand: fucking my wife and getting her high, likely addicted to his drugs. Then in the clearest English I'd heard him use, "Don't delay. Let's get you one with your sisters."

My wife moaned another, "No. I don't want this," as her face was now almost level with the tray.

Jane then joined in, "There's no point in delaying it. You're already in debt for the cost of this. You've bought it, so now you should use it." God what the fuck did that mean? I gave up with all this shit. "It's too late. You have Mr. Mo's cock inside your prim and proper pussy right now. Let's open your mind. You'll soon crave the magic powder and more. This is only the start," she sighed, "cocaine is going to be your friend."

This time, Emily's defiance was quieter and not as convincing, "Ohhh nooo," as at the same time Mr. Mo did something with his cock. "Ohhhh Gooddddd". My wife took the straw in one hand. "Ohhh fuck," as I watched her staring at what I couldn't quite see. She was about to snort coke. Fuck this was bad.

I heard it. A loud snort. She'd done it. Jane smiled and looked up at me, then across to Mr. Mo before back to Emily. "More," was her instruction.

Emily did another line, it was obvious. Christ, this was crazy. Only a few hours ago we were at home and all was ok. Now our entire world was upside-down and would likely never be the same again. Why the hell had I resigned us to this fate already?

I was sucked out of my thoughts by an amazing sight: Emily's arms shot up, her head flew up, back and she howled. The huge Russian laughed a deep belly laugh and pulled his body back, his hands still on my wife's hips. As, no doubt, his cock was drawn along the tight walls of my wife's pussy she groaned at him, "Ohhhh FUCK."

Jane grinned and leaned down to snort a line herself. I quickly wondered who paid for that one? Us, no doubt.

My wife was transformed before my eyes. He rammed his cock back into her and she cried out again. Somehow, she managed to find her way up whilst keeping his cock logged deep inside herself. Her hand wrapped on his body behind her. His hands then wrapped around her, taking control of her tits. He moved his hips a little, tricky in this position, but she tilted her head and they kissed. Their arms snaked around their bodies as they writhed around.

It was quite a sight to see. If it wasn't my wife, it would have been sooo erotic. The fact that it was my wife made it even more sexual and wrong. I couldn't take my eyes off them. At some point she moved back down to all fours and he was then able to pound into her. Then, she fell forward as he really went to town on her. She loved it. I lost count of what must have been her endless orgasms. Eventually, he too slammed himself forward, burying himself into her completely as he climaxed, filling my wife's womb with her third dose of cum.

Like the two before him, once he was done, he pulled out almost instantly and quickly got dressed. This was the world in which these men operated; a whore was there to coax the cum from you but, once you're done, it's onto the next thing. He complimented Jane on her finding a good new slapper. It was strange hearing him say 'slapper' in his strong accent.

Before he left, he stopped a second and faced the cupboard that I was in. I was expecting him to open the door to check me out but he just stood there looking at me. His stare was spooky, as if he knew exactly where my eyes were and he was talking to my soul. I melted under this look and, fuck, I knew we'd be seeing him again. Shit.

As soon as he left, the woman next to me stood up, opened both the doors, and stretched her legs and back. I felt the need to do the same and hoped I'd be extended the opportunity to do so shortly. Emily was still laying on the bed, on her stomach, wearing her ill fitted maternity bra. Her thong was still on but pulled to one side. Her pussy was still slightly gaping, glistening in the light, with an obvious creamy, white, froth around and running from it. It was the most lurid sight I'd ever seen, and yet, somehow, it was my wife's pussy, one that I knew well. It was now different. Forever changed?

I didn't know what to do next or what the plan was. I was hoping this was it, that we'd be let free. I couldn't see my wife's face and I didn't know how these drugs would affect her. I called out to her but it was just a mumble through my gag.

Jane smiled, her eyes wide and excited. "Let him talk."

The other woman removed my gag, I instantly yelled, "Emily, love?" and moved my lips around. They were sore from the gag.

She mumbled but didn't move. I called her again, "Emily are you ok?"

Jane replied for her, "Yer, she's fine. Her first coke has hit the girl hard," and she laughed.

I wriggled my arms in the chair, wanting to be aggressive and gain control, but the fight in me was quashed. I only managed a weak, "What have you done to us?" with my eyes still on my wife.

Then, for the first time, the woman that had been next to me through all of this spoke up, "She's been initiated into the sisterhood. She's lucky." I was shocked at her accent, clear, perfect English, almost posh. She saw my double take, "Oh yes, we come from," she waved her arms, "everywhere."

Jane then added, her own take on it, her more northern twang even more apparent, "Always knew she wanted to be like us."

I couldn't help myself, I spat out, "Like a pathetic junkie whore?!"

"Hey, that's your wife you're talking about," the posh woman laughed. Neither of them seemed perturbed by my outburst.

I changed tac. "Can we go please? This is over."

They ignored me, the posh woman moved over to Emily and unceremoniously pulled my wife's thong back in place. She then wrestled her up on the bed so that they were sitting next to each other. Emily didn't respond. To say that she looked dishevelled would be an understatement. "Emily, your boobs love," trying to bring her awareness to herself. I wanted her to retain some dignity and put her boobs away, at least. "Love?" She didn't respond.

Jane then moved to the side and threw something at the other women. I watched as she tied it high up on my wife's arm and pulled it tight. No fucking way. "What the fuck are you doing with her?" Emily smiled at us all, clearly not with it.

Jane appeared with a syringe of something, the needle glinting like a dagger. "What the fuck is that?"

The posh woman looked up at me, "A little smack for your girl," and an evil smile.

"Oh, come on now. Please don't do this," I begged, but they ignored me.

Jane then asked Emily, "You want this, don't you babe?" Babe? BABE? For fucks sake...

"Emily, snap out of it and tell them to fuck off!" She said nothing but looked at it through already glazed eyes with a huge grin on her face. She looked demented. I tried the women, "Please, ladies, don't do this."

I wasn't surprised, but certainly lost some faith in humanity, when I saw the needle push into a dark line on my wife's arm. She didn't flinch, and, in fact, almost appeared happy to receive it. My heart broke when I heard my own wife ask for it, "Do it. I feel amazing."

In seconds they'd emptied the entire syringe into her vein. It was over in less than a blink. No slow motion here; time was sped up. My brain didn't want to make this last any longer than it needed to. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this was a nightmare. They'd surely kill her with these drugs.

Taking one of my wife's arms over each shoulder, they struggled to walk her out the door. I cried and pleaded with them to leave us alone and let us go. No response from any of them. My half naked wife support-walked out of the room.

Was this the last time I would ever see her?

8 After

I sat secured to the chair worried about what was next. Where had they gone with Emily? It wasn't even worth thinking about, was she ok? Stupid question, she wasn't was she. She'd just been fucked senseless by three strangers and drugged up to her eyeballs. I needed to get free and I needed to get hold of the police. This nightmare needed to end.

I don't know how long I was there for. I certainly wasn't excited or turned on. Time stood still as I looked around the room and wollowed in what our lives had now become. Looking down at my own sad dick and the obvious remnants of my previous orgasm, I was disgusted with myself.

The door to the room banged and suddenly Jane was standing in front of me with a phone in one hand and a thong in the other. I exploded, asking her where Emily was, telling her to let me go, threatening her, pleading with her and anything else I could think of. But she ignored me, instead doing something one handed with her phone. Eventually when I gave up talking to a brick wall, she put her arm down holding her phone and looked at me.

A familiar smirk on her face as she asked me, "Are you going to be a good boy?"

There was no point in saying anything other than a timid, "Yes." I needed to get out of this hell hole, I needed to find my wife, go to the police and get this mess sorted. I couldn't help tack a question onto the end of my yes, "Is she ok?"

"Oh baby, she's fantastic," she nodded enthusiastically. "You really wanna know?"

Stupid question surely, of course I wanted to know. But not really, I just wanted to know if she was safe. I just nodded a yes. She liked that, "Right now she's delivering orgasms for money." I gasped, not really surprised but it was still like a punch in the face. She smirked and carried on, "Yup she has a little debt to clear now. And a whore like her can get tired pretty quickly. We don't want her tired yet, do we?"

I was confused and scared for my wife. What was this psycho doing with her? What did she mean by tired? "But she's ok?"

She looked to me, frustrated, before snapping, "Fuck yes. She's having the time of her life. Probably more pleasure in the last hour than you've given her, her entire life." She let that sink in. I looked down at the floor as it rolled around in my head. She tried to pull me out of it with a "Don't be sad. Look what I have for you?"

I didn't want to look up. My wife was enjoying what she was doing. That was likely the truth. I felt her moving closer. Her hand appeared in my line of side, waving something, the panties. My eyes locked onto it, my head raising as she moved her hand. It was small and pink, similar to what she and Emily were wearing. She let part of it unravel from her hand, now hanging down. That let me see that it was obviously not clean. There was shiny, white, creamy, specked bits all over it. It was a mess.

I stared at it as she swung it around, slowly. That had made something else happen. Sex. I could smell sex. It was unmistakable and strong. A strange mix of the metallic, bleachy smell of semen and the thick, flowery smell of a turned on woman. I'd never experienced something quite so overpowering and alluring. She then slowly draped them onto my knee. I felt it, the cool, damp feeling of peoples sex juices.

My entire body jerked at the rush of senses hitting me. She found it funny with a chuckle. "What shall I do with them?" as she continued to move them lightly across my bare leg, leaving a trail. I said nothing but looked up at her, into her eyes. "These are your wife's." The evil looks from earlier were gone, now replaced with a bored stare as she tried to tease me, it wasn't working.

After sharing a lost gaze for a few moments I asked her, "Can we go please?" and I gave my wrists a small pull to emphasise the point.

She sighed and dropped the thong onto my leg. I glanced at it before looking back up as she moved to the table. She hadn't answered me so I tried asking her again. This time she nodded, even with her back to me I could make it out. Relief washed over me. We were getting out of here.

I waited patiently while she tidied up the table, putting everything into a small box. She then kicked the pile of clothes on the floor, my wifes cut up, now rags. In doing so she revealed that under those rags were my clothes. Another rush of thanks washed over me. We were really about to get free from all this shit.

She turned to me, shook her head with a disappointed feel to it that I didn't understand. I however didn't care though, she leaned forward and cut the four cable ties holding my forearms in place. I was now freeer. She dropped the small pliers on the floor at my feet and turned heading for the door.

I was about to ask her where Emily was when she provided the answer, "She'll be in your hotel room. She'll need those knickers of hers," and she was gone. With a slam of the door behind her as I looked at the thong on my knee. This was my wife's, the one she'd just been fucking people wearing. I shivered at the thought.

Though I was elated to get out of this fucking chair, something had my heart beat racing. Unclipping my legs and standing on wobbly legs I wondered if my wife was ok? Was she in our hotel room right now? How was her mind after those drugs? My own mind was picturing her on the bed as she was a few moments ago. I dressed as fast as I could, grimacing at seeing her clothes in tatters in the pile in front of me. Even her bra was useless.

Feeling my wifes damp knickers in my hand I opened the door to the hallway. I could see no one. It was dingy, dark, damp, smelly and I had no idea where I was. I listened and heard nothing. I shook my head to try to wake myself up and get into the real world. I needed to get to the hotel room and get Emily out of here.