Poor Peter was in a sweat. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't run. He couldn't refuse even the most disgusting commands. All he could do was suffer. The nine Japanese businessmen, dressed in plain grey kimonos and thongs, gathered around the table to discuss the merits of the various dildos. Peter knelt on the table, his legs and wrists fettered with leather straps. He looked around the hotel suite trying to relate to something, to someone. Of course there was no one and nothing to help him. Her ass burned and throbbed. The skin was raw and the ass lips were swollen. Sweat dripped from his muscular body. The torture and humiliation had been going on for hours, and there still was no end in sight. The businessmen weren't even masturbating...would they? They simply sat in silence and watched intently. Many of them snapped endless photos of Peter. Samuel had assured Peter that these photos would be spread all over the internet from Japanese porno websites. And where was Samuel? What horror had he left the the hotel to perpetrate? Did it involve Peter's two darling pre-teen sons?

The Japanese businessmen had been delayed for four days, something involving an emergency meeting in Tokyo and then a delayed flight. In those four days, Samuel had engineered Peter to commit yet another unholy photo session with his two sons. This time the session had also involved his unconscious drugged wife. Peter hated and cursed himself for doing so disgusting acts, but he had no choice. Samuel now had photos of Peter performing sexual acts on his sleeping boys, photos that could put him in prison for many many years. The web expanded and enclosed Peter more with each passing day.

The Japanese gentlemen had made a decision, the younger ones bowing to the wishes of the older, more senior members of the company. One short balding man in particular, a rather dignified executive with round, wire rimmed glasses seemed to be in charge. He would listen to the suggestions of his co-workers and then make the final decision. This time he decided on a ten inch rubber dildo with ugly bumps and ridges on it. Peter had feared he would have to face this ass-buster. He honestly did not know if he could take it. He looked at the variety of rubber dicks on the table. Ranging in size from six inches to about fifteen, some made of soft pliable rubber, some of rigid hard rubber, some with strange bulges and ridges on the shaft, some with huge heads...each one an absolute "PAIN IN THE ASS." these were the toys with which they had been playing with Peter.

The short bald Japanese business studied the ten inch rubber dick. He turned it and held it up to the light. He nodded sagely and then moved around behind Peter to study his ass. Peter turned his head, terror mounting in his already aching, tense body. A young, rather handsome Japanese with perfectly groomed ink colored hair, tilted his head, smiled and looked Peter int he eyes. He said something in Japanese.

"I...I don't understand. Please don't do this to me. Please stop now. You've had your fun..." Peter's voice was thick and speech slurred. The young man raised one hand and cupped Peter's cheek. With two fingers, he gently wiped the sweat off Peter's face. Then he brought the fingers to his own mouth and sucked on Peter's sweat.

"Please...." Peter begged again. The young man made a quiet purring sound. His hand then went down between Peter's legs. His fingers squeezed the sweat slick head of Peter's dick. Peter groaned. Several times during the last hours, one or more of the men had gently massaged Peter into a painful erection. They had brought his big dick to dripping erection but not allowed him to cum. This was actually a blessing, because had Peter had an orgasm, the pain in his ass would have been all the more unbearable. The handsome young Japanese actually began to hum some quaint Japanese song. It sounded to Peter like some Japanese classic lullaby, but was in actuality an Asian pop tune. As he hummed, the foreign businessman gently pumped Peter's prick.

Meanwhile, the more threatening older man had moved around to Peter's ass. He carefully handed the huge rubber dildo to an associate, who bowed and handled it as if it were a priceless treasure. The older gent, the leader of the entire delegation from Japan, reached out and gingerly probed Peter's asshole. Searing pain shot through Peter, his body arched in its bonds, and a gasping rasp emerged from his mouth. His ass lips were so sore, the slightest touch was agony. The old gentleman smiled, nodded his head, said something in Japanese to his friends, who all nodded and said, "Hei!" in unison. The leader prodded Peter's swollen ass lips with his forefinger once again.

This time Peter screamed. The young man pumping the prisoner's prick picked up the pace just slightly. With his other hand, he reached out and let his fingers trace the lips on Peter's face. He gently inserted one finger into Peter's mouth. He said something to Peter and carefully sawed his finger in and out between Peter's lips. Meanwhile, the boss of the group was inserting two fingers into Peter's stretched. gaping asshole. The fingers entered easily because the ass had been brutally opened over the last few hours. Easily...but painfully. The entire ass was raw. Peter threw his head from side to side to block out the burning sensation inside his ass. The young man masturbating him, gently bot forcefully turned his head so he could continue to fuck his face with his finger. It was all like some bizarre nightmare. The young man kept humming. Was he a vice president? Was he perhaps the older gentleman's son? Lpver?

Now the fingers in his ass began to saw in and out as well. It felt as if the skin was being torn from his inner rectum. They had used lube earlier, but it did no good. Peter pulled at his leather restraints, as if trying to hurl his kneeling body from the table. He begged them in an almost continual mantra of pleading.

The old man nodded his head in satisfaction and turned to his associate. The associate unscrewed the eight inch dildo from the fucking machine and replaced it with the ten inch ribbed one. Peter knew he absolutley could not take any more. He had been on the fucking machine for four hours. Four hours of continual fucking. Four hours of ass ripping pain. Four different rubber cocks, each one larger and more threatening than the last.

"My God, don't do this. Please show some mercy! Please just give me an hour to rest..." The new rubber cock was screwed onto the steel arm, then the associate moved the machine in closer so the cockhead touched the raw asshole. Peter's body jumped and twisted, but he could not get away from the machine. The old man picked up a bottle of lube and carefully dripped four small drops of liquid onto the dildo. Not enough. Not nearly enough.

Peter protested that he was straight. He protested that his ass was male and had been virgin, and that they could not do this to him. He protested that he could not take something that thick and long up his ass.

The head of the rubber dick pressed against the young executive's asshole. The ass lips stung. The old man motioned the young man to step back from Peter's dick and mouth. The young man bowed and stepped back. It was then that Peter saw the huge erect dick sticking out from the front of the young man's kimono. The old man motioned to his associate who pushed the button on the machine, and the ten inch rubber dick fucked Peter in the ass. It was merciless. It fucked deep and hard each time, a full ten inch thrust. Peter's mouth gaped open but no sound came out. Spit ran from his lips and dripped from his chin. His eyes rolled in his head. The cock pulled out. Four seconds and it rammed in again, punch fucking the young man. Four seconds deep in his bowels, then four seconds out, and then punching into the rectum once again. The old man leaned in to get a close look at the fucking dildo. He motioned his fellow businessmen to step in to have a look. Seven men in grey kimonos shuffled close and bent down. They jabbered things to each other in Japanese and nodded their heads vigorously. Only the young man did not move in to get a good view of the raped ass. He stayed in front, studying Peter's grimacing face. Curiously, he kept on humming.

Now the old man said something to once again silence his co-workers. Then he raised his hand, and his associate turned the knob on the box that controlled the fucking. Peter grunted. The pace picked up.

Now instead of four seconds between fucks, the time was reduced to two seconds. Two seconds in his guts and two seconds totally out. IN, OUT! IN, OUT! The old man wiggled his finger, like God creating a new universe, and the knob was twisted once again. Now the huge cunt battering dildo fucked in and out at a rate of one second in and one second out. It was like being ass pounded by a fucking stallion. Peter threw his body back and forth, sweat falling like rain blown in the wind. His toes curled and his arms and legs grew rigid and tense. This seemed to please the old man, for he signaled once more, and then all nine Japanese quietly returned to their seats to sip saki and watch Peter's ass rape by the fucking machine. How long...how long could this go on? Peter's burning, crying eyes moved over to the table and rested on the fifteen inch black rubber dildo. THIS COULD NOT HAPPEN!

Samuel Charlston sat across from Maggie, Peter's wife. "Thank you for coming on such short notice." he said, a soft smile on his handsome face.

"I know there is something wrong with my husband. He has not been himself in the last few weeks. I am deeply concerned." She was a young, beautiful cunt, almost too young looking to be a mother of two boys aged eight and ten. Samuel couldnt' wait until he would be able to watch Peter fuck her awake. He had already seen Peter fuck her while she was unconscious. Samuel's dick stirred and jumped in his trousers. Soon, he would fuck her as well. He would fuck her in the ass while Peter fucked her in the cunt, and perhaps one of the two young sons would fuck her mouth with his little dicklet, while the other son would lick Samuel's big bloated balls. It was all a matter of time.

"Actually, Maggie, if I may call you Maggie, I am more concerned about. I'm concerned about how to keep you out of jail, and also about you keeping custody of your two wonderful sons. Wouldn't it be tragic if your sons were taken away from you?"

He got a thrill watching the attractive young woman tense in the chair. She arched her back and her ample tits stuck out enticingly. One of the first things Samuel would do when he took control would be to forbid Maggie from ever wearing a bra or panties. He'd force her to wear a short tight skirt like a fucking slut, with no panties underneath, so her bare cunt was constantly on the verge of being exposed. He would have her wear white blouses so sheer that the big brown aureoles of her nipples could be clearly seen. He would forced her to go out in public like that.

"What are you talking about? What are you saying?" Maggie clutched her purse, her pretty face growing red. Her sons had her features. Samuel could see them in her features. His dick jumped again. He pushed a stack of eight by ten photos across his desk.

"Please take a look at these before you say or do anything else. I may be able to help you. Oh, your husband has become an excellent photographer in recent weeks."

With trembling fingers, she took the photos. The first one showed her lying naked on her bed with her legs spread. Her lightly furred cunt was clearly visible, as was her sleeping face.

"Oh my God...what are...Peter took these? Why would he do something so disgusting? I was sleeping?" She looked frightened and confused.

Samuel nodded, his right hand squeezing his swollen dick behind his desk. "You were drugged actually. A quite harmless drug, no danger of any lingering after-effects. You will be required however, to shave your pussy. I like a bald cunt, and even though you only have a light dusting of twat hair, I want it smooth."

Maggie could not believe what she was hearing. She shook her head in disbelief. The looked back down at the photo and at her naked pussy. Peter must have spread her legs so her cunt would gape slightly. How could her dear dear husband, the love of her life, the person she trusted most in all the world do something like this? It was as if the very bottom had just fallen out of her life in an instant. But things were to get worse. The second photo showed her face in close-up. Peter's big swollen pink dick prodded at her mouth. Tears filled her eyes as she looked at the photo. It was Peter's dick. She knew it intimately.

"My dick is slightly larger and thicker than Peter's, but not so much that you will feel much added discomfort." She stared at Samuel as if unable to understand his words. It was as if he were speaking a foreign language. She looked at the third photos and gasped! Her heart threatened to burst through her chest. Samuel loved the way her tits rose and bounced.

"Oh no...oh my God!" she wailed, looking at a photo of her two sons, naked lying one on each side of her. Her sleeping hands were on her boy's little dicks. "This can't be true. This can't be happening!"

"Unfortunately for you it is. I know this is quite a shock. But don't worry too much, we can work things out. There is no reason you should lose custody of your sons."

She blinked her eyes rapidly to clear them of tears and then glared at Samuel Charlston. "Did you force Peter to do this? Are you blackmailing him? He would never willingly do something so horrible."

Samuel raised his hands in a defensive measure. "Guilty as accused. I had a little bit of leverage on Peter, something he did innocently in college, but once I got some pics of him and his sons...he was trapped. And now, I am afraid, so are you. Unless, as I say, you want to lose them."

Like a zombie, Maggie flipped to the next photos. She reeled back in the chair. Ten year old Jared was lying with his face in her cunt. Yu could not really tell from the photo if he were asleep or not. maggie even looked as if she had a slight smile on her sleeping face. Eight year old James lay with his face on her right breast, the nipple in his mouth. Maggie's hands shook so violently she could hardly move to the next photos. This one was another close-up of her face. Peter's big dick was in her mouth. He must have opened her mouth in her sleep and inserted his swollen wet dick head. But that wasn't the worst. Little James had his sweet young face up next to her and one of Peter's large balls was in the boy's mouth.

Samuel nodded with animation. "As I said, your husband has gotten really creative. Who would have thought he would make such an inventive, artistic photographer. I was going to send these photos to your mom an dad, but I held back. It would probably kill them. But as I said, there is no need for you to worry. No one...no one outside of your immediate family need ever see them. Now Maggie, all of this excitement has made my dick really hard. What say you get down on the floor and crawl over here behind my desk and suck my cock?"

Maggie's face grew pale. She seemed to shrink in her chair. "I...I can't do that. You cant' ask me to do that."

Samuel frowned, but it was a friendly, teasing frown. "Maggie, Maggie, Maggie...this is just the beginning. Dont' make a fuss yet. Wait until I make your sons suck my dick. Wait until I shove my fingers up their little virgin asses. DO YOU WANT TO KEEP YOUR BOYS, YOU FUCKING SLUT? THEN GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR AND CRAWL ON YOUR WHORE HANDS AND KNEES OVER HERE WITH YOUR TONGUE OUT OF YOUR MOUTH. WHEN YOU GET HERE, PULL MY ZIPPER DOWN, USING ONLY YOUR TEETH, FISH MY BIG FAT SWEATY DICK OUT OF MY PANTS AND SUCK IT!"

Maggie slid off the chair onto the expensive carpet and crawled.