I feel that have the perfect life. I am educated, employed, financially secure - and best of all - married to a beautiful, wonderful woman. We have a nice little house in the country, and we both teach at a very prestigious private high school. Macy teaches College Prep School Biology, and I teach College Prep Chemistry at the same school.
Macy and I met in college and married soon after we graduated and we were both virgins on our wedding night. She is smart and pretty and demurely affectionate. If there was anything less than perfect about her, it was the fact that she kept a very tight rein on her emotions. Serious, insecure, and uptight, Macy even dresses very conservatively, and it was only for those too-brief moments when her hair was out of the bun and she was naked, that I could appreciate the true beauty that she was. Her insecurities even affect her professional life because other teachers have been promoted around her as she remained docile and submissive to the administration.
One weekend, I found out that Macy's bottled-up emotions took a toll on her, and when the dam finally broke, it had shocking results.
Teaching high school, I am familiar with teens going through their rebellious stage. It's a fact of life for me, and I do everything I can to make the teenager's angst as painless as possible, while still teaching my subject. Also, teaching at a good, and very expensive, private school, meant cooperating with the parents as much as possible. One troubled teen was a beautiful girl named Cassandra. She has, as her name suggests, beauty like the sun, with a body that wouldn't quit and beautiful, soft, long flowing blond hair.
Cassandra was 18 and in the midst of a powerful revolt against her very wealthy parents. Big contributors to the school, her parents asked for and received cooperation from everyone on the staff. Looking back on that spring, I realized that I made a mistake by getting too involved with Cassandra and her family.
Part of the phase Cassandra was going through was in selecting "wild" boyfriends. Her latest was a biker, years older than her, and someone we all assumed (correctly) was heavily into drugs and a lot of other wicked things.
Just before final exams in the spring, Cassandra ran away from home. For whatever reason, she showed up at our door several days later, hungry and broke, and spening several nights with Macy and me. We helped her get through exams and finally talked her into returning home.
About a week after Cassandra left, I got a call from her boyfriend. He made it clear that if he ever heard of me touching her again that he would kill me. He further threatened to get even somehow for what I had done with his "old lady". In a near panic, I tried to assure him that nothing had happened between Cassandra and me and that my wife had been with us the entire time. I don't think he listened to me at all.
Several weeks passed. School let out for the summer and Macy and I prepared for our vacation. We planned a long weekend away over the Fourth of July and couldn't wait to leave as soon as Macy's summer school class was being dismissed at noon on Friday. I had the car packed and ready to go when she pulled into the driveway. We had a light lunch and piled into the car to hit the road.
I had driven perhaps a mile when I suddenly felt the cold steel of a gun barrel being pressed against my neck. A guy who looked very much like a large, nasty biker was in the back seat of the car and was very serious about what he would do to us if I didn't do exactly as he ordered.
He told me to drive and, following his instructions, we drove for almost an hour, far out into the country. We turned off the road and into a rutted trail and our kidnapper told us to stop next to a van parked there and to get out. Another, even larger biker climbed out of the van, pointing a sawed-off shotgun at us. The first guy put our hands behind our backs and handcuffed us. Then he put silver duct tape on our mouths and he blindfolded us. They pushed us into the back seat of our car and tied our feet to the sides and then drove, for what seemed like hours, before stopping the car and pulling us out.
When we stopped and were pushed out, all I could tell was that we were in a huge garage of some kind. It was obviously used to repair automobiles and motorcycles, as there were several of each sitting around in the process of being worked on. The first biker shoved us down on an old school-bus bench in the corner, leaving us handcuffed. He further secured us by running a long chain through our arms and padlocking it to the heavy workbench behind the bus seat.
Macy and I were both terrified, neither of us knowing exactly what to expect. I assumed that the bikers were friends of Cassandra's boyfriend and I was very sorry I didn't call the police after his threatening phone call. For all I knew, the idiot would kill us both. When the two bikers returned, they were accompanied by what appeared to be the members of some kind of motorcycle gang.
There were about a dozen people. All dressed in typical biker gear, the men's ages ran from the mid-20's, up into the late 40's or even late 50's. Two of the girls looked young, maybe 18 to 20, and the other two were into their 40's.
The first biker walked over to us and introduced himself as "Dirtbeard". My worst fear came true as he told us he was, indeed, Cassandra's "old man". He was quite proud of his kidnapping and explained to the others that he was going to make me wish I had never fucked his "Casey".
"What's the slut's name?" Dirtbeard asked another biker, rifling Macy's purse.
"Her name is Macy." It was Cassandra - Casey. She was walking into the garage, dressed like the rest of the group in dirty jeans and a denim sleeveless jacket.
Dirtbeard put his arm around Casey's waist and glared down at me, "Hell man, I told you, you would be hearing from me. I wasn't about to forget that you fucked my old lady." (He ignored me as I was frantically shaking my head!) "I'm not sure yet what I'll do with you, yet, but one thing's for sure - I'm going to have a crack or two at your little slut, here, before I turn her loose." With a smile, he raised his heavy boot and kicked me in the shoulder. I saw stars.
He unlocked the chain and grabbed Macy. His friend wrapped the chain around my chest and the workbench leg a few times and re-locked the padlock. Dirtbeard pulled Macy to the center of the garage's open floor, holding her in front of his friends. She tried to pull out of his grasp, but he slapped her across the face and she stood still.
"This is a slut cunt, and what do we do with a slut cunt?" he asked, loudly.
"Fuck it!" shouted one of the men.
"Any damn thing we want," said one particularly large, bearded man who looked strong enough to live up to his words. He was older than the rest of the other men and had "OTTO" tattooed on his bare arm.
Dirtbeard began to strip Macy of her clothes, but stopped when given a better idea by one of the women.
"Make her strip for us!" an older, fat bitch shouted.
"Hell, yeah... take 'em off, little whore. Show us your naked slut body," ordered Dirtbeard as he moved away from Macy, leaving her standing in the center of the floor, trembling from fear.
Macy did as they ordered, slowly removing her white summer suit, blouse, full slip, bra, pantyhose and panties, and letting down her long, brown hair until she was standing there, stark naked in front of the whole group. Her fear and submissive nature were such a part of her that she made no effort to cover her breasts or her pussy, but simply stood before them and listened with embarrassment as they commented on her naked body.
Not surprisingly, it met with the men's approval. At thirty- seven, Macy had a terrific body. She was 5'10" and weighed about 120 pounds. I knew her bra size was 36-D and I guessed her other measurements at about a 25-inch waist and 36-inch hips. Her legs were long and very shapely, and her big, round breasts had only just begun to sag - and on her, it looked sexy.
"Whooo-eee! Look at those titties!"
"Who'd a guessed a bod like that was hidin' under all dem clothes?"
One of the bikers pushed the big woman who had yelled for Macy to strip, out in front of him and pulled open her blouse, showing Macy her tits. They were mammoth and sagged to her navel.
"These are tits, babe... those little nubs of yours ain't even big enough to see!" he taunted, bringing a hearty laugh from the others. He pushed his woman up to Macy and took Macy's hands and placed them on the woman's breasts as he continued to taunt her. "Feel these tits, slut. See how her nipples get hard and long? She loves pussy just as much as the guys here do, and so do the rest of the women. You like pussy? You better... cause you're gonna be staring at a lot of it while you're here!"
"Enough of this bullshit talk! I want to fuck the slut!" hissed Dirtbeard, pulling Macy away from the now excited, half-naked woman and pushing her over to an old sedan which was parked near the center of the garage. He shoved her up against it and bent her over the hood so that her ass was exposed and pushed out toward him. Reaching down to a drain pan nearby he covered his hand with automobile oil and spread it over my wife's ass, being sure to get plenty on her asshole. Then roughly, and with no compassion at all, he took his hard cock from his pants and shoved it up Macy's ass and began fucking her hard against the cold steel fender of the old car.
We all could hear Macy scream through the duct tape on her mouth. I felt my stomach flip and wanted to throw up, but I fought it down, afraid I'd kill myself getting sick while gagged.
In a very short time, Dirtbeard shot his load up Macy's ass and another biker immediately took his place, smearing more oil on her naked tits and stomach, before shooting his load of cum into my sweet wife.
I watched as they took turns with Macy, fucking her up the ass or in her cunt, whichever they chose, over and over again. She cried and whimpered into the tape, but she never gave them any resistance, realizing, I'm sure, that it was fruitless to do so. But, to my sheer and utter amazement, after about four of the bikers had shot their loads into her, she began to become excited and was actually grinding her ass back on the dicks that pushed themselves into her holes. I couldn't believe what I was seeing!
The women watched it all, cheering their men on as they pounded their cocks into the submissive and oil-covered slut. When the men had all spent themselves, some of them having fucked Macy three times, the women took over and pushed Macy into the back seat of the old car, ripped the tape off her mouth, and took their turns with her. They rubbed their naked tits over her oily skin and pressed their pussies into her mouth until they came loudly and moved away for the next woman to have her turn.
As they were waiting their turn with Macy, they joked about her technique. "She loves it! It was her first pussy and what she lacked in style, she made up for in enthusiasm. There's no doubt that she likes it."
"Damn right she does! She had her tongue so deep up my snatch that I thought it was going to come out my throat!" leered another woman.
When they were all done, the group drifted away to somewhere out of sight and earshot, leaving just Dirtbeard and Casey in the garage with us.
Dirtbeard pulled Macy out of the backseat and tied her arms to the door of the car. Then he took a black leather case out of his jacket pocket, removed a hypodermic needle and injected something into Macy's arm. Before he walked away he instructed Casey to clean the oil off of her body. Casey had taken her turn with Macy, too, and there was no doubt in my mind that she had enjoyed it. She was gentle in washing the oil from Macy's naked body, and I could tell that Macy was even now responding to the touch of the pretty, eighteen-year-old's hands on her body.
When Dirtbeard came back to our part of the garage, he found Casey kissing Macy deeply on the mouth and laughed at the sight.
"You like the little whore, do you Casey? Good, we'll keep her around for a while, then. Here, give her some of this," he sneered, handing Casey a half full vodka bottle.
Casey held the bottle to Macy's lips and when Macy balked at drinking from it, Dirtbeard grabbed a fistful of her hair and held her head while Casey poured it into her mouth. She gagged on the first mouthful, but soon they established a rhythm, feeding her just enough at a time to keep her from gagging. At first I thought they were going to pour the rest of the bottle into her, but they stopped short by a couple of mouthfuls, sharing those between themselves. Still, I knew that they had given her enough to make her very drunk, if not sick. I hoped she could hold it.
It didn't take long for the effect of the vodka and whatever drug he used on her to set in, and when it did, even in my situation, I had to chuckle at Macy. She seemed to lose any fear of her situation and began giggling and talking about how much she loved to fuck. Dirtbeard and Casey loved the effect the 100-proof drink and the drug were having on her, and he sent Casey to get the others to see the little slut in her drunken condition. She was babbling away when Casey returned with several of the others.
"Shit... I like... I like to fuck! Peter... tha's my husband, over there, he doesn't think I like it so much...I play hard to get, and he gives up...ya know how big his cock is? It is bigger than any of youse cocks here...his cock is HUGE!! It is at least 15 inches!!! I just wish that he would fuck me with it more than he does, cause I LOVE TO FUCK!!! My hole doesn't hardly... shit... my hole doesn't like... sometimes, my hole doesn't like to be fuckin' empty! No sir!" She stammered drunkenly. Her observers smiled broadly at the lewd comments coming from her mouth and a very attractive and slim girl named Denise, who I guessed to be about 19 walked up to Macy and began to finger her pussy as she stood there naked, tied to the car door.
"Yeah! Do it to me! I wish you could shove your whole hand in me, I don't care!"
I'd never seen Macy like this, and, in addition to it being amusing, it was also pretty exciting. She had never talked lewdly before, but in this drunken/drugged state she was being especially nasty. She was saying words I wasn't sure she had even heard before. Soon, there was another woman, older, playing with Macy's tits and kissing her deeply on the mouth, temporarily shutting off the flow of dirty words that poured from her.
A couple of others were now kneeling in front of Macy, looking to see just how many fingers Denise was plunging into Macy's hole. They encouraged Denise to keep adding fingers, and in between kisses from the big breasted woman, who couldn't seem to keep her tongue out of Macy's mouth, Macy encouraged her as well, daring her to fill her hole up with more and more of her hand.
I couldn't see well enough from my position on the bus seat to tell how close Denise was to putting it all in, but when she did get her whole hand in it was certainly not hard to tell.
"It's in!" shouted one of the men. "She got the whole fuckin' thing in there! Look at her wrist sticking out of the slut's cunt like a stallion's dick!"
Macy was lost in drugged passion, hunching her hips downward as hard as possible on the arm that was being shoved up into her body and moaning hotly at the sensations in her cunt. The young girl continued to plunge her fist in and out of Macy's dripping hole, twisting and turning her arm from time to time as if testing to see just what she could do in Macy's pussy.
One of the men, kneeling in front, watching, took the girl's arm in his hand and began to help her fuck Macy by pushing her arm upward and pulling it back, just as if it were a big dildo he was using.
By now, there was quite a crowd, and several of the men were now sitting around on the floor with their cocks out, stroking them as they watched Macy being fisted. They didn't go un-noticed by the "new" Macy, and she blurted out her appreciation. "Look at all the cocks!" she moaned, drunkenly. "Damn, I love a good hard cock!"
Dirtbeard untied the ropes holding Macy to the car door, and pushing the other women away from the babbling Macy, pushed her to her knees on the floor. "You want some hard cock, little slut? Crawl over here and get you some. The boys will be glad to feed you!"
The teenager who had been fisting Macy was watching with passion still in her eyes and began stripping off her clothes and pretty soon Casey was helping her.
In the meantime, Macy had begun to crawl across the rough and dirty concrete floor toward the men who were now urging her on with taunting comments.
"Come and get it slut!"
"Here little pussy... here little pussy."
In her drunken state, Macy made her wobbly way across the floor, and she was soon gobbling on one of the men's big dicks as if she had been starving for cum all day long. In almost no time, he was shooting his load into her mouth and was pushing her head over to the man next to him, who then shoved his meat into her mouth.
This continued until she finished sucking off the fourth man in their little circle and then she passed out, falling onto her back on the floor. There were still men who had not shot their cum into her mouth, however, and they simply knelt over her still body and pushed their cocks into her mouth until they had emptied their balls.
She was out for an hour or so, and while she was unconscious Dirtbeard handcuffed her left ankle to a nearby post and left her there, lying on the floor.
When she came to, Macy tried her best to crawl, but was unable to drag her naked body more than a few feet in any direction, because of the handcuffs on her ankle. I felt for her, and wanted more than anything in the world to be able leave and to clean her up and get her off the cold floor, but there was nothing I could do.
Exhausted by the rough treatment, the drugs and the booze, Macy soon fell asleep there in the floor, and before long, I, too, found myself drifting off. I awoke several times during the night to find a man or two had returned to the garage to have another crack at Macy, fucking her mouth or ass or cunt, as my wife enthusiastically urged them on.
Some time close to dawn, I was aware of Casey bending over Macy and gently washing her body. At least one of them had some decency.
I know what I was hoping and praying would happen on Saturday, but I was sadly disappointed. No one came in to release us and send us home.
We weren't rescued. The nightmare continued. The bikers had a new "slut" to use, now, and they had no intentions of letting her go before the weekend was up. Besides, the whole scene was made even better by letting the slut's old man watch the whole thing.
When I awoke the next day, it was to the roar of motorcycle engines. The sun was well up in the sky and the garage was already hot, filling my nose with its pungent odors of oil, sweat, booze and sex. Casey, or someone, had covered Macy with a blanket and I was relieved to see that. I had slept fitfully, with all the comings and goings during the night, in addition to the awkwardness of being chained in a sitting position on the old bus seat.
Dirtbeard was the first to enter the garage after I awakened. He was his friendly, cheerful self.
"Well, did you like the way we used your old lady-whore last night? I hope so, cause you ain't seen nothin', yet. Oh, and by the way, the rest of the gang is here, today, and we're all set for a 3-day party! We're gonna let you stay and watch, but if my ole-lady gets involved, you keep your fuckin eyes off of her, you understand?" He kicked my left leg with the toe of his boot as he asked the question, causing me to grimace with the pain that ran through my body.