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Subject: {ASSM} Surrendering Sarah {Night Writer} (nc, wife) [5/?]
Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2000 21:10:07 -0400
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Surrendering Sarah
by Night Writer
Chapter 5
He held Sarah in his arms, grinding his cock into her belly, whispering
softly close to her ear. She let her head fall back, exposing her long
neck to him. He sucked sloppily, stopping now and then to feast on the
white, velvet flesh. Her sudden brief cries brought a chuckle from him
each time he marked her with a sudden bite.
Then it began - at first in the tiniest voice she could manage, then,
each time, a little louder, until her words were unmistakable.
"Fuck me?"
"Please fuck me?"
"Please, Rock, put it in me?"
"Please fuck me?"
"Please put your cock inside me?"
"Fuck me?"
"Do it now, Rock."
"Show him, Rock."
"Show him how my belly swells with you inside me."
"Show him how you stretch me until I can't take any more."
"Please show my husband how much I love your cock."
"Show him, Rock."
"Show him."
"Please?"
"Please?"
"Please?"
She begged him over and over while he watched me struggle to escape the
chair. I knew she was coached. I knew that he gave her each and every
word. I knew the moans and pleading were her only way of escaping a
punishment that brought terror to her eyes.
But she used his name. He hadn't given it to either of us, and we
didn't dare ask. But she knew it. She used it so easily, to beg for his
cock. I fought to keep one brief seed of doubt at a distance. But it
was too late. He had planted it with a word. Rock.
He shoved her toward me until her knees met mine. Taking a fistful of
silky black hair, he bent her over me, until her hands found my
shoulders for support. Twisting her head cruelly to the side, he put
her soft lips against my ear. She knew better than to move an inch.
He circled behind her, leering at me over her shoulder. She lurched
forward as he moved tightly against her, giving me a hint of what was
to come.
"Do you want it, Sarah?"
She hesitated a few seconds, then began to whisper what I was to say.
"Please, Honey, tell him I'm ready. He'll punish me terribly if you
don't do as he says. Just say what I tell you. They're only words. They
won't mean anything if you don't let them. Please, oh god, please."
I looked up to find him grinning as her lips moved softly against my
ear. I gave him what he wanted.
"She says she's ready."
The immediate laughter from Rock and little Joe was revolting.
"And what is she ready for, Sport?"
I swallowed twice and continued, using her words.
"She's ready for your big, thick cock."
"She wants *my* cock? Your precious wife is clinging to you, naked,
begging for *my* cock? Why is that, Sport?"
I couldn't say it. The words refused to come. Fuck him. No.
But she cried softly, pleading with me to tell him. I had never seen
her so terrified. Her body began to shake as she cried openly,
repeating, "Please, I love you, please, I love you, please, I love
you," until I had to be at least as strong as she tried to be.
"Because mine doesn't satisfy her anymore."
"Oh shit, Sport. That's a terrible thing for a wife to tell her
husband. I'll bet that really hurts! Why would she say that? I'd want
to know if she was my wife. Did she tell you why?"
"She says mine doesn't fill her cunt like yours does. She needs to be
stretched inside, and mine's not big enough."
"Well, she can't blame you for being born with a tiny dick now, can
she? Just doesn't seem right. I'm not sure I believe her. No man's dick
could be *that* tiny. I think it's only fair to see for ourselves.
C'mon Sarah. Let's see it. You can't say things like that about your
husband without proof. Dig that monster out of his skivvies or quit
your bitchin'."
To my utter horror, she unfastened my pants and worked them down to my
knees. She tugged and tugged at my underwear, but I was so tightly
bound to the chair, she couldn't get them over my hips. Finally, Rock
produced a knife from his shirt pocket, leaned over, and cut them to
shreds. Sarah removed the pieces one by one.
Fear and embarrassment had shrunken my cock to the size of an acorn. I
had always considered it's size to be average, and Sarah had never
complained in our five years of marriage. Rock's hung from his open
zipper like a heavy rope. It swung like a pendulum, spilling out of his
jeans, hanging like a rubbery piece of meat between his legs. Even
flaccid, its size shocked me.
"Holy shit, Joe. Take a look at this! Is that really a dick? I've never
seen anything like it. In fact, it's hard to see it at all! It ain't
right, man. C'mon Sarah. Give him a boner. Give the guy a chance. It's
gotta get a little bigger, doesn't it?"
She knelt between my legs and pulled at it, trying to stretch it far
enough to milk it with her fingers. She pulled, rolled, and rubbed for
ten minutes, but I was too humiliated to respond. Finally, she took me
in her mouth and did all the things with her agile tongue that never
failed to make me hard - without success. They laughed and joked about
our frustrating attempts, which only made things worse.
Finally, she just gave up.
"I'm so sorry, Honey. I don't know what else to do. Can't you get just
a little bit hard? I don't want them to laugh at you, but I've tried
everything I can, and nothing seems to work."
Rock yanked her to her feet.
"I hate this whining. That's as big as he's gonna get. Give it up, bend
over, and we'll finish what we started."
She leaned over me, her lips again brushing my ear. Rock moved in close and rubbed
the tip of his cock into the tight slit between her legs.
"Let's hear some chatter, bitch. Now!"
I heard her gasp as he rocked her forward.
"Mmmm, he's putting the head of his cock inside me. I'm so wet. I want
all of him. He's sliding it inside me. Deeper, deeper. Oh god, such a
huge, hard cock, buried in your wife's tight cunt. I can feel his balls
pressed against my clit. I'm so full of him. He's fucking me now, so
hard, so deep. Can't you feel how my body moves with him, impaled on
his giant prick? Yes, that's it. Faster. Faster. He's ready to cum in
me, Honey. I've taken his cock so many times, I can tell. Yes. Yes.
Yes, Rock! He's cumming inside me now, long, hot jets of cum, filling
me, flooding your wife's pussy. Empty your balls in me, Rock. More.
More. More. It feels so good to hold his sperm inside me, deep inside
where you've never been. It's flowing out of me now, sticky and warm on
my legs. Sooo good. So good, Rock. So good, so good."
I listened as a familiar sound grew louder. They arrived over the next
thirty minutes, bike after bike filling our driveway. They paraded
through the house like it belonged to them, helping themselves to our
most private possessions. TVs, stereo, microwave oven, anything of any
value, was stripped and hauled away. Small souvenirs collected from our
many vacations, picture albums, including one with the only memories of
our wedding, and even our clothes, were thrown into cartons and carried
off into the night.
The looting quickly became a party. Music blared from the living room
and the hiss of beer cans opening was everywhere. Rock made his
appearance and returned to the bedroom with six members of his gang.
"Guys, these are our hosts, Sarah, and her husband, Sport. Sarah's not
too happy with Sport tonight. What was it you said, Sarah? There never
seems to be a cock around when you need it? So they begged me to help
her out."
The room rang with their laughter as they pointed at my shriveled dick.
"Now, what was it you told your husband to tell me? Think hard, Sarah.
I know that's a tall order for a bimbo like you, but it was just a
little while ago."
"I-I-I told him I was ready for a big, thick, cock."
Howls filled the room again. They leered at her as she hung her
head, trying not to look any of them in the eyes.
"Damn! Look at that body! She doesn't look like any wife I've ever
seen. Looks more like a Barbie doll to me! A livin', breathin', Barbie
doll. Hey, Barbie, here comes Ken!"
Ringo was a mountain of fat and sweat. She stood there, shaking, as
she watched his enormous bulk come to a stop in front of her. The biker
grabbed her breasts and squeezed, over and over, dwarfing them with his
bear-like paws. Rock went to her side, watching with a new fascination.
"Hey, I like that, man. Barbie. . .Barbie. . .it's perfect! Hard little
body, clueless as they come, stays in any position as long as you want
- yeah, Barbie the fuck toy."
The biker mauled her breasts while Rock took her by the hair and turned
her face to meet his.
"I never liked 'Sarah'. My sister's name is Sarah. It's disrespectful.
You like 'Barbie' better anyway, don't you?"
She nodded her head the best she could while he twisted her neck as far
as it would go to one side.
"Speak, Barbie. I know you can do it. Try reeeal hard."
"I like 'Barbie' better than 'Sarah'."
"Good girl! Now, what's your full name?"
She looked terrified.
"I-I don't know what to. . ."
"Christ! What an empty headed bitch! OK, we'll do this real slow, so
even you can remember. Ready?"
She nodded quickly, afraid of what would come next.
"Baaarbiee"
"Barbie"
"Fuck. . .toy"
"Fucktoy"
"Now, all by yourself. What's your name?"
She eyed the group of bikers around her, glanced quickly at me, then
looked immediately back at Rock.
"Barbie Fucktoy"
Rock's hands shot into the air, high-fiving the cheering mob that now
filled the room. The crowd edged toward her, backing her up against the
foot of our bed. Rock took her hand and stepped up onto the mattress,
towing her behind him. The mob looked up at them and quieted as Rock
held his hands in the air again, this time to get their attention.
"Hey, quiet down, you freaks! Barbie has something she wants to say.
OK, Barbie, this may hurt that tiny little brain of yours, but try
really, really hard to remember. Now, go ahead, you mindless little
piece of meat, tell them what you want."
I could see the expression on her face as she looked down at me from
where she and Rock towered over the crowd. It was an equal mix of fear,
exhaustion, and surrender. She knew what would happen after she
answered. She had known for hours. A fragment of what was once Sarah
broke free and retreated to a place where Barbie was born. It was an
act of desperation, done in a heartbeat. To Sarah, it was a fair trade.
Her words were crushing.
"I'm ready for a big, thick, cock."
Cheers burst from the encroaching mob as she was lowered to the
mattress by scores of unseen hands. Four of the bikers lifted my chair,
hoisting me to the top of the dresser for a better view.
They surrounded the bed, holding her arms and legs, while fifteen pairs
of hands explored every inch of her body. Rock snatched a sweaty
bandanna from a bystander, wrapping it around her head as a blindfold.
Soon, fifteen erections sprouted from the circle of men closest to the
edge of the mattress.
Rock pointed to Ringo, and waved him onto the mattress. His bulk made
the bed sag and groan as he crawled between her slim thighs, now
stretched wide by the surrounding mob. He worked the head of his cock
into her gaping slit, and with one quick thrust, buried the entire
length of it in her belly. I saw her wince in pain, and heard her
sudden cry as the weight of his immense body drove his cock farther
inside her.
Rock appeared at her side in seconds, his jaws flexing, eyes full of
rage.
"Did I tell you to speak, Barbie? Did I? Huh? I don't think so. Now
stop whining like a baby and be nice to Ringo. You'll hurt his
feelings. And then I'll be very pissed off. Understand?"
She gave him two tiny nods, trying to keep from crying out as Ringo
plunged into her a second time. Rock stared into her face, waiting for
her make the slightest sound. Ringo pulled back, took a deep breath,
and grunted. He slammed into her a again, this time with enough force
to batter her cervix with the bulging head of his cock. The scream was
horrifying. Tears streamed down her face as she shook her head from
side to side. Rock was furious.
"Can't keep your mouth shut, can you. You stupid little slut!"
Ringo stopped to watch Rock in action. He enjoyed Rock's temper
tantrums, and grinned at Rock as she took his abuse. Just for fun, he
twitched his cock a few times inside her to try to make her squeal
again. She gritted her teeth and managed to stay quiet.
"Fine. You wanna use your mouth for something? Open it. Now. Good girl.
I'll only tell you this once, so you'll have to use that empty little
head of yours. Understand? Good. You'll keep your mouth open until I
tell you to close it. Fuck up, and I'll cut you. Fuck up twice and I'll
make your face look like a road map. Got all that, Barbie? You Sure?"
She nodded again, keeping her jaw open as far as she could. Her eyes
followed the gleaming blade of his knife as he folded it and returned
it to his shirt pocket.
"OK guys, she's all yours. Filler up!"
Six bikers knelt on the mattress beside her. They crowded around
her, rubbing their cocks over her hair and face. Her eyes darted wildly
as they smeared trails of juicy precum over her cheeks and lips. When
one of the bikers forced the bursting head of his dick into her mouth,
her tongue brushed the tip of it, then pressed against it again when
she tried to avoid licking it a second time. He came instantly,
spraying long streams of the sticky goo against the back of her throat.
With her mouth open and head back, she had no choice but to swallow as
much of it as she could. One by one, all six bikers filled her open
mouth as they masturbated over her. Six others took their place when
they were finished, and a line began to form. A second line at the foot
of the bed took turns between her legs.
I watched for hours as they used her. After a while, no one had to
restrain her. She gave in to them, letting them fill her mouth and
cunt with load after load of fresh semen. It collected between her legs
in a slimy puddle, oozing from her every time a new cock slid inside
her. Sometimes two or three of them would come in her mouth at the same
time. She would choke and gag on the sudden flood of thick paste as it
collected in the back of her throat while trying to take every bit of
it in large gulps.
I lost count of how many men shot their cum into her before it was
over. The room easily held twenty-five or thirty of them, and the line
outside seemed endless. They partied until sunup, then were gone as
suddenly as they had arrived. They left us naked, in an empty house.
Sarah had to free me from the chair, still perched atop the dresser.
Her pretty face was ravaged with the aftermath of the night before. A
thick layer of cum, now partially dried, coated every inch of her face.
Even her eyelids glistened with it, leaving her eyelashes matted and
stiff. Her short, black hair was drenched with pools semen. I
watched with disgust as large globs of the sticky mess left her once
silky hair, landing with tiny splats on her bare shoulders.
--
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