Under the Flag Ch. 7

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Tammy's husband Carl comes home.
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Part 7 of the 7 part series

Updated 10/30/2022
Created 12/29/2000
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Feeling like a stranger in his own home as he watched with numb fascination and dread, the two boys downstairs take full advantage of his wife, Carl suddenly became disoriented, losing his balance and falling against the wall to his left.

In his haste to gather himself, Carl spread out his arms and legs and smacked awkwardly into the wall, causing the sound that had startled Jahon and Kelly, in the basement.

Sensing he had spooked them, Carl clumsily tiptoed away from the basement door, charging for the hall closet to hide, just in case the two intruders downstairs decided to come up and investigate.

Before he could reach the safety of the closet however, Carl was stopped cold in his tracks by the sound of the basement door downstairs slamming shut.

"They're gone," Carl whispered to himself as if he didn't believe it.

Taking a few tentative steps back towards the basement steps, Carl felt slightly more emboldened to go down and check on the welfare of his wife, as long as the two kids were really gone.

As he walked forward, Carl immediately felt the wet stain that permeated the front of his pants. Stopping before he could reach the first step, Carl cringed at the sight of his tan trousers, darkened in front of the crotch, not knowing if it was because he had came watching those two thugs debase his wife, or if he had lost complete bladder control when he had toppled over, startling the boys downstairs as well as himself.

Reaffirming his will to go downstairs and be a man, Carl turned sideways slightly so that the wet stain on the front of his pants wasn't so obvious.

Descending the same stairwell he had thousands of times before, Carl hesitantly approached the base of the steps as if he had never been down there before.

Looking side to side with hyperactive fear, Carl nervously tried to make sure the intruders had, in fact, left.

By the time he had reached the bottom of the steps, Carl could clearly see his naked wife on the floor, blindfolded and glistening with the smeared remnants of both boys' savage lust.

"Dear God," Carl mouthed as he stared openly at his fallen wife. Turning his head towards the basement door, Carl softly walked over and looked out of the window, just to make sure the kids had exited the house.

Confident that they had, Carl turned back towards Tammy and started the long, tedious walk to where his wife was laying prone on the basement floor. As he trudged across the room, Carl had no idea both boys were still in his house, watching breathlessly as they hid, focusing on the home's owner as he went to tend to his stripped and brutally fucked wife.

* * * * *

Laying there on the floor of her basement, her naked skin tingling and itchy from the ordeal she had just been through, Tammy couldn't begin to fathom the sensations and conflicting emotions coursing through her body. While she had experienced true sexual gratification in the past, what she as feeling now rippling from head to toe was completely off the charts. While the primal, bestial release was part of her clouded internal state, something even deeper gnawed at her conscience.

The circumstances of how that sexual release had came about had really started to haunt her. Tammy Scroggins had always fancied herself a strong willed, independent and no nonsense, modern woman. What she was fighting now was the reality that she had put up absolutely no resistance to anything that the teenage blackmailers had forced her to do. Not when they had posted semi naked pictures of her at her place of employment, effectively costing her the job. Not when they forced her to do ungodly acts inside an adult bookstore, not even that day in her very own house.

"YOU LET THEM," The internal voice yelled. "AND YOU ENJOYED IT...YOU LET THEM MAKE YOU CUM...NOT ONCE...BUT TWICE!!"

Having lost all concept of time and space, Tammy was content to just lay there naked, and blindfolded until she received a sign from a higher power that it was OK to move. When Tammy heard the basement door slam shut, followed by nothing but the hissing of the blood rushing in her ears, Tammy was almost certain her tormentors had left, satisfied with their carnal conquest.

Laying there, thinking she was all alone, Tammy swore she could hear the sound of approaching breathing, but in her disorientated state, she just assumed it was her own breath echoing between the cinderblock walls of the basement.

Patting her palms across her belly in an attempt to comfort herself, Tammy ardently wretched feeling the sticky traces of both young men's lust as it coated her fingers. It seemed everywhere she tried guiding her fingertips across her goosebumped flesh, the creamy emissions that had been deposited on her seemed to cover every inch of her body.

Subconsciously, Tammy could still hear the sound of the far off breathing getting closer, but with her mind going off in so many different directions, the reality that there was actually still someone in the house didn't register fully until she felt the unmistakable vibrations of footsteps ripple through her prone, naked flesh as she rested there on her back.

"OH GOD," Tammy cried internally, "There back!"

A moment later Tammy felt someone else's fingertips graze against her numb skin. Thinking for a moment that in her confusion it may have been her own fingers doing the touching, what was left of her rational mind told her that the fingers now exploring her were dry ones, not wet like hers already were.

Still blindfolded and helpless to visually see who was there, Tammy easily drifted back into her submissive role, allowing whoever was there to have their unfettered way with her.

* * * * *

Drifting across the dingy basement floor, over to the far corner where his wife was laid out near the pool table, Carl internally acknowledged the recurring sexual fantasy that he had replayed over the years of having his lovely and faithful wife completely degraded sexually. The reality of actually seeing Tammy in that position led to a multitude of complex emotions and options for Carl as he finally eased up to Tammy's withering body. Standing above her, unsure of what to do, Carl's eyes burned with a strange, dark emptiness as he dropped down to the floor beside of his wife of 17 years.

Carl's conflicting concerns for Tammy's goodwill and safety collided with his desperate, lustful cravings to see her thoroughly debased until his brain felt as if there was a hurricane raging inside of his head.

Reaching down with both arms, Carl guided his hands tenderly down each side of Tammy's back with the clear intention of tenderly scooping her up and carrying her to safety.

As soon as his fingertips locked into Tammy's flesh however, Carl couldn't help but feel the copious amounts of seminal residue covering Tammy's pale white skin as it drenched his hands. Instantly realizing what the sticky feeling was, another quaking jolt of lurid wantonness triggered a much more primal and decrepit reaction for Carl towards his cowering wife.

Feeling Tammy's body tense a soon as he tried wrapping his arms around her, Carl correctly guessed that his wife had thought the intruders had come back to take whatever dignity she had left. Sensing her continued submissiveness, and overcome with his own dreamlike karma that came with witnessing what he just had for the past half hour, Carl Scroggins decided to do something he had only dreamed of doing.

Gently letting the grip of his intended hug fall away, Carl slowly eased his trembling hands down Tammy's sweat and cum covered torso until his fingers had traced a nervous beeline for Tammy's saturated, semen soaked cunt. Looking down, Carl felt his stomach roll at the same time his dick tingled, seeing the way Tammy's vaginal lips stretched to ungodly proportions while her blonde pubic mound matted from the white creamy lust the two black boys had deposited all over her crotch.

Quickly stealing a peek at his wife's face to make sure her blindfold was still securely tied, Carl slowly moved his face closer to Tammy's steaming genitals. The stench of sex was overwhelming as Carl lowered his face towards the swampy target of his wife's pussy.

"GOD...DAMMITT.... WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?" Carl's conscience demanded to know as he held his breath, closing in on his sick destiny.

Reaching out with his right hand to steady himself, Carl grazed his thumb across Tammy's still exposed clit, causing his wife to gyrate violently from the sheer overwhelming stress her most sensitive nerve endings had already been put through.

Hearing the shrill sounds of his wife's cry fill the basement, Carl bit his own lip to keep from sighing as he moved his mouth still closer.

Basking in the steambath-like heat radiating from his wife's snatch, Carl opened his mouth as wide as it could go, closed his eyes and let the salty pungency wafting up from Tammy's well fucked cunt fill his senses.

* * * * *

Kelly and Jahon watched from their hiding place with baited breath as Carl Scroggins tenderly approached his wife laying there on the floor, walking towards her with all the concern of a mortified but loving husband should in that situation. Seeing Carl begin to scoop Tammy up in his arms, both teenagers assumed Carl was about to carry her upstairs, giving them the chance to sneak out the basement door safely.

Watching as Carl seemed to deal with an internal dilemma while picking up his wife, Jahon and Kelly looked at each other curiously when they saw Carl gently lay his wife back down on the floor.

"What the fuck is he doing?" Jahon's expression seemed to ask when he saw Carl's hands hypnotically drift down Tammy's naked body, coming to a stop directly beside her cream filled fissure.

"Looks like he's about to make a complete asshole out of himself," Kelly's quizzical expression answered back when he saw Carl lower his face right into the swampy mess between Tammy's legs.

When Tammy's husband pressed her thighs apart and furtively dropped his face into the same glistening pink vaginal entrance that Kelly and Jahon had just pillaged no more than 30 minutes earlier, an unsettling sense of unreality washed over the two stunned teenagers.

"Look Dawg...he's eatin' her fuckin' pussy out," Jahon sighed, doing his best to keep from laughing out loud.

"Look at him go, J....he's lappin' that shit up like a dog at his bowl," Kelly responded.

The two boys knelt there watching for a few moments until Jahon lost patience and made a monumental decision. Easing out quietly from behind the stacked boxes, Jahon started to make his way straight towards Carl and Tammy.

"Where the Hell are you going J....HEY...HEY MAN...WAIT," Kelly whispered, knowing Jahon had no way of hearing him with his back turned.

Smacking his hands against the boxes in frustration, Kelly knew he had to go join Jahon in whatever he had planned to do. For better or worse, Kelly knew they had to stick together.

* * * * *

"They've come back...OHHH ...CHRIST...they've come back for me," Tammy cried to herself as her eyes watered underneath the blindfold.

Thinking at first it was the two black tormentors coming back to take whatever else they could from her sexually, something deep inside Tammy's instinctual core told her that there was something very different about the way the hands now groping her felt compared to the other two boys.

When she felt her thighs be pushed apart once again and the cold damp air of the basement rush against her buzzing and exposed vaginal folds, Tammy's mouth parted open and let out a bloodcurdling gasp.

Whoever it was between her legs stopped their advances momentarily upon hearing her shrill sigh but after a second or two continued their vaginal probes. Feeling a pair of cold cheeks drift down the insides of her bare thighs, Tammy clenched her teeth together tightly, sensing what was inevitably coming next.

When she felt the unmistakable sensation of a pair of human lips colliding with her obscenely stretched lips and a tongue start to dive into her salty, sperm filled cunt, Tammy arched her hips wildly, unable to control her spastic reaction.

"GGEEEEZZZ," Tammy bristled out loud, slapping her thighs together around the man's head in ecstatic agony. It could have been Satan himself eating her out, it didn't matter. Whenever someone had grazed their tongue over such an ultra-sensitive spot after the brutal pounding it had just received, no woman would have been able to harness her wanton reaction to it.

* * * * *

Carl Scroggins's comprehension of reality had been put on mute as he dove between Tammy's thighs, swirling, licking, poking, and prodding his tongue, lips and teeth inside his wife's glazed and greasy cunt. Having long ago tired of the foreplay that highlighted the first couple of years of their relationship, the last decade of the Scroggins marriage had deteriorated to the point that the only time Carl ever went down on Tammy was when he needed to ask her a favor.

Carl had long insisted on taking the dominant role during sex with his wife so what he was doing now made it that much more out of character for him. Carl had, in effect, had detached himself from his cognitive senses much the same way he had days earlier when his bookie had forced him to perform fellatio on the black bodyguard as a gesture to promise to repay his gambling debts.

Hungrily pressing his lips into his wife's syrupy depths, Carl basked in the wonderful feeling of Tammy's soft thighs mashing his head. Little did he know however, with his ears closed off to the outside world, his perverted attempts to satisfy his wife orally were about to be convincingly brought to a halt.

* * * * *

The voice of reason and sanity that kept churping up to Tammy from deep inside of her psyche told her that she was pure trash for allowing debasement after debasement to occur without so much as putting up a fight. Here she was now, allowing someone to slurp out the cum from her pussy like it was the cream inside an eclair and all she could do to show resistance to it was to lovingly wrap her thighs around the person's head like a vice and to grind her pussy harder against his face.

When she felt the lips, teeth and tongue of that stranger suddenly pull back from her clenching thighs as if the person had been jerked away forcefully, without warning, Tammy's body tensed into a naked ball on the shaggy carpet from her sudden jolt of fear. Laying there in the fetal position, it never once dawned on Tammy to remove the scarf covering her eyes to actually see for herself what was happening. The Hell of the darkness she had grown accustomed to over the past hour was, to her, safer than the Hell waiting on the other side of the blindfold.

* * * * *

With his eyeballs spinning like the symbols on the front of a slot machine, Carl spent a few torturous moments trying to determine just what had happened. Once he was finally able to focus, Carl crept his weary gaze upwards until he saw Jahon's snarling black face staring back at him from above.

Looking directly into the young man's scary, glaring eyes, Carl suddenly realized that the guys that had just fucked his wife really hadn't left yet. As Carl tried to breathe with Jahon's hand blocking his passageway of air, Carl couldn't help but taste the residue of his wife's arousal all over the kid's meaty fingers.

"What are we going to do with him?" Carl heard the other kid in the room ask.

"I...don't...know," Jahon replied, cruelly enjoying the fact that the grown man was fearfully trembling in his grip. "Maybe we can just let this little sniveling racist piece of crap actually get what he wants."

"Whaddya mean?" Kelly quickly shot back.

"I'll show ya...go over there and get the white bitch off her back and onto her knees...get that milky white ass of hers facing this way....her Husband here still looks a little...ahh...hungry," Jahon ordered cryptically.

* * * * *

Tammy could hear the jumbled voices of the men above her as she cowered below. She wasn't easily able to make out exactly what they were saying however from her disorientation. It wasn't until she felt two rough hands grab her by the shoulders and flip her over so that she was flat on her stomach that the time delay of making out what the kids were talking about started to make any sense.

As the warm but insistent hands tugging at her spent body forced her up onto her knees, the words rattling in her brain finally registered, causing a crushing, polar jolt of fear to explode in her cerebral cortex.

"Husband," Tammy mouthed.

"Husband...husband...husband..." She plaintively repeated internally, over and over. "Ohh...my dear God...that just can't be...just can't... just... he... I... just... no... no... no... can't be," Tammy mumbled, grappling with the realization that it was her husband standing behind her, his lips drenched with the residue of the two savage black teenagers' lust, sucked willingly from her own sloppy pussy. Before she could even start to rationalize that overwhelming and sickening thought, Tammy felt those same lips once again embed themselves on her still soupy vaginal crease with apprehensive fervor.

* * * * *

Holding Carl tightly in his clutching grip, Jahon watched as Kelly positioned the fallen woman just right. Almost as if he was posing Tammy on her knees, Kelly looked up at Jahon for silent approval as Carl internally started to fathom just what the boys had in mind for him to do.

When he saw Tammy's gleaming pink pussy and glistening brown-eye stare straight back at him, Carl was left dumbstruck as he sized up his kneeling wife.

Seeing her bent over like a dog wanting to be fucked, Carl naturally assumed he knew what was going to happen next.

"You...you want me to fuck her...right in the same place you already fucked her in ...right?" Carl whispered up to his captors.

A chorus of laughter erupted from Kelly and Jahon as Carl asked the innocent and logical question.

"Not exactly," Jahon casually spat down into Carl's upturned face. "After what she has just been through with me and my boy plowing her pussy...she'd never feel your limp dick for a second inside that cunt of hers...what you're gonna do Pal is finish what you were doing before we so rudely interrupted a few minutes ago."

Placing his hand in the small of Carl's back, Jahon proceeded to push the shaking man in his arms towards his wife on the floor. "Get down there and finish cleaning your Wench up," Jahon crudely barked as he caused Carl to topple face first to the floor.

"Roll over Boy...get on your back and slide your face up under there...get yourself another mouthful of what's leakin' out," Jahon continued, smiling down with sadistic glee when he saw Carl's brow disappear between Tammy's kneeling and parted legs.

* * * * *

Left alone with nothing but her dark thoughts behind her blindfold, feeling the crawling frame of a man that would turn out to be her husband underneath her raised crotch, all Tammy could think about was how horrible, sadistic and overbearing her Carl's sexual predication had become over the years.

Even though he had never gone as far as insisting that they add other people to their sexual activities, Tammy instinctively knew Carl thought about other women and deep down, she also knew he imagined her getting fucked by other men.

A million acid etched thoughts tore through Tammy's confused synapses but the one thing that bubbled up and stared straight at her, as Carl's tongue wiggled up once again between her gaping vaginal lips, was that Carl must have been the one to put those two boys up to the Hell she had been put her through for the past week.

After all, who else would have had the access to the pictures of her that been stolen and ended up posted at the grocery store, effectively causing her to quit her job. Tammy knew that Carl also went downtown many times for unspecified reasons, that had to be how he knew about the same glory hole room where Tammy had been forced to perform that sickening act days earlier.

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