Roadside Assistance

by Kathy B.

     It was late on a snowy afternoon and I had been out all day,
Christmas shopping. I was on my way home when my car slid into the
ditch. I tried backing out but it stalled and I could not get it
started again. Using my car phone, I called my husband at work and
told him what had happened.

     "Honey, I've got meetings until almost 7 tonight," said Bob.
"I'll see if someone else can come get you. Stay put until he gets
there, ok?"

     I shivered in the frosty air. "I will. I'm getting cold though.
How long will it take?"

     "I'm not sure. You're out in the middle of nowhere. Find
something to wrap up in and try to keep warm until he can get to
you."

     I wrapped up in every article of clothing in the car, but I was
still frozen. Desperate, I remembered I had bought a bottle of
whiskey for my boss, so I dug around in the packages until I found
it and started sipping. I rarely drink anything, and never drink
hard liquor, so it gave me a real jolt as it burned its way down my
throat. I felt a warmth moving outward from my stomach and stopped
shivering. I took a couple more and was soon feeling very
comfortable, despite the cold. The windows fogged over and it seemed
as though I was in my own icy world.

     It was quite a bit later when I heard rapping on my window. I
realized I had consumed quite a bit of the whiskey and had trouble
coordinating myself enough to unlock my door. As it opened I looked
up and saw a man peering in at me. Another guy was looking over his
shoulder.

     "Boy, am I glad to see you guys. I was afraid nobody was
coming. Are you the ones my husband sent to get me?" I was trying
not to slur as I spoke.

     "Jesus, she's plastered," said the guy in the rear. "We better
get her out of here before she freezes to death."

     "Uh, yeah lady. We're the guys. He said to come get you," the
first man told me. "Let's go get you in a warm car."

     I stepped out of the car and promptly slipped and fell down
face first in the snow. I giggled as both men helped me up. When we
got to the car I slid into the middle, between them. The car felt
very warm and comfortable.

     As soon as we got started, I dozed off. I was dreaming, and I
felt like I was floating in a warm cocoon. After a while I thought I
felt hands rubbing my breasts and sliding inside my clothes, but I
was too drunk to care. I woke up once, when we stopped and three
other guys got in the back seat, then went back to sleep.

     I felt the car stop and hands helping me out and inside. I
thought I was home. I was walked upstairs and into a bedroom.
Strange hands guided me toward the bed. In my drunken state, I
assumed I was home and my husband was getting me ready for bed.

     One of the guys pulled back the covers and helped me into bed.
As I turned over onto my stomach, I noticed another one taking off
his belt. I was almost asleep again when I heard the air whistle and
felt my ass explode in sudden fire. Screaming, I spun around to see
him holding the belt in his hand.

     "I want her awake. Turn her back over. She needs a few more
whacks."

     The guys grabbed my hands and legs and pulled me back onto my
stomach. I screamed in pain as they began beating me again. By the
time he stopped my rear end was on fire and I was totally sober. The
hands holding me let go and I lay there sobbing into the pillow.

     "Get up." I didn't move. CRACK!! "I said, get up! You need
another strapping?"

     Covering my burning rear, I turned over and stood up. "Ok,
bitch. Time to strip. Take off your clothes." Shaking, I slowly
undressed. The guys hooted as each article of clothing came into
view. When I was totally naked I stood with my head down as they
looked me over.

     One of they guys walked up close to me. "Not bad, but she's a
little plump. We'll see how well she can suck and fuck." The others
laughed. He reached out and tweaked a nipple. "You ever fucked five
guys at once, baby? Today's your chance. Lay down on the bed."

     They made me lay on the bed while they lashed my arms to the
bedposts. When they tied ropes to my ankles, I assumed my legs would
be bound to the other posts. Instead, they were pulled up over my
head and tied to the same posts as my hands. This doubled me over
with my rear end up in the air and much of my weight on my neck. My
legs were spread wide and my pussy and asshole were fully exposed.

     "Holy shit. look at that big old pussy," the leader said. "You
must fuck anything that walks to get a pussy that big." The others
laughed as he walked over to the bed. Grabbing each of my lips in a
different hand, he pulled them as far apart as he could. "What are
you, some kind of a whore? You must really fuck a lot!"

     One of the guys got out a camera and started taking some
pictures. "We need something to remember you by," he laughed. "A few
closeups of your slutty pussy will help. Now we need some action
shots."

     "Well, then, how about a few more dicks up her hole?" asked one
of the others. "Get her nice and wet, Jim."

     "I agree," Jim said. Everyone stripped naked and I was suddenly
looking at five very stiff pricks. Without a word, Jim knelt on the
bed and drove his cock into my dry pussy. As I cried out in pain, a
second man stepped between my legs and squatted on my chest. He
thrust his thick cock into my open mouth and pushed it as far in as
he could.

     "If you bite it, I will cut off those fat tits of yours," he
threatened me. "The better job you do, the sooner you can breathe
again." 

     I realized he was right; I had no choice. I began rubbing the
bottom of his cock with my tongue as he fucked in and out of my
mouth. Meanwhile, Jim continued his assault on my sore pussy.
Because of the way I was doubled over, he was thrusting deeper
inside me than my husband ever had. Despite my fear, I felt my pussy
getting wetter and I began to feel excited by the deep hard fuck I
was getting. I could not see Jim, but I felt him spasm and shoot a
load deep inside me, just as the man fucking my mouth pulled out and
shot his cum all over my face and hair.

     They both got up, and immediately two more men mounted me,
fucking my face and pussy until they too shot on me and inside me. I
was getting close to cumming, and actually wanted someone else to
fuck me, so I could cum. The last man got up for a blowjob and Jim
returned to my pussy.

     After a few thrusts, I felt him pull out. "You are really
juicing up. You love getting gang fucked, don't you? You're a real
whore. Now you're too sloppy," he said. "Maybe I'll fuck that fat
ass of yours."

     Wildly I tried to twitch from side to side, avoiding the
inevitable, but it was no use. I felt Jim rub some used cum on it,
then press the head of his cock against my poor asshole. It soon
gave way and the head pushed inside. Working back and forth to get
more in, Jim's balls were soon slapping against my upturned ass.
After the last guy came in my mouth and got up, I could look down
and see his thick cock moving in and out of my asshole.

     Soon he was pumping a big load deep into my bowels. As the
second man mounted me and slipped into my now open asshole, Jim
moved up to my face and ordered me to lick it clean. When I turned
my head, he grabbed one nipple and twisted it so hard I cried out.
Resigned, I opened my mouth. I could taste my own shit as I licked
his cock clean.

     One by one the men all mounted me and fucked my asshole, then
forced me to orally clean their cocks. By the time they finished I
was exhausted and felt like I had been given a cum enema.

     The guys all got dressed and I thought my ordeal was almost
over, but they left me tied to the bed with my legs still pulled up
over my head. They went out into another room and I was left alone
with my fears. What if they showed those pictures to people I knew?
What if they never let me go? I had to get out of here. I struggled
against the ropes, but they were too tight and I was too exhausted
from the cold car and the liquor and the hard fucking I had just
gotten. I still had not cum and I could feel the pent-up sexual
frustration, as well.

     I laid there on the bed for hours, wondering what was going to
happen to me. My hips cramped up and I felt like a pretzel. I was
almost glad when the guys finally returned. Maybe they were going to
at least put me into a new position to be raped, so I could get some
relief. One of the men knelt on the bed, between my legs, and
started rubbing my swollen pussy lips. Jim came and sat on the edge
of the bed, near my head.

     "We're going to let you go in a little bit," he said. I smiled
in relief and thanks. "Before we do, though, we wanted to give you a
little present to make life easier. It's just our way of thanking
you for being such a good fuck."

     I felt Steve squeeze a cool lotion on me, then start rubbing it
in. It soothed my aching pussy. He sipped a finger into my pussy and
started stroking it in and out.

     "How's that? Feel a little better?" he asked and I moaned in
reply, pushing my mound up to meet his hand. "I'm sorry. I can't
hear you. Should I stop?"

     "No, please don't stop," I begged as I felt his hand start to
withdraw. "That felt good."

     "Did you come when we all fucked you?" Steve asked.

     "No. I got close, but then you stopped."

     "Would you like to come now?"

     "Yes, I need to come."

     "Well, you really are a slut, aren't you?" chuckled Steve.
"Asking a guy you don't even know to masturbate you in front of four
other strangers. You were a good fuck, though. I guess you deserve
it. Just let me know when you get close."

     He started rubbing my clit with his thumb as he continued
finger fucking me. I could feel it swell with lust as I bucked up to
meet his hand. He put his other hand on me and pulled my pussy open
so my clit popped out into the open. Concentrating on rubbing it, he
soon had me close.

     "Ohhh, yes.... I'm almost there," I groaned as my clit
thickened and stood out even further. 

     Steve immediately stopped rubbing. I cried out in frustration
as they all watched me, lying there with my legs pulled over my
head, hunching my ass up against the air in a desperate attempt to
cum. They waited until I stopped writhing around, then started
again.

     Four times they did that to me, four times they brought me
right to the brink of orgasm then stopped and laughed as I wiggled
and drooled and ultimately begged for relief. Finally they offered
to give me the cum I so desperately needed.

     "You have to promise to do anything I ask, any time I ask,
though," Jim said. "I know who you are and where you live. I own you
now, understand?"

     I nodded eagerly. "Oh, yes, I understand. I'll do anything.
Just fuck me!"

     Jim laughed. "Fuck you? No thanks, you can take care of
yourself." He untied one hand and I immediately buried it in my
aching pussy, rubbing myself to orgasm in thirty seconds flat."

     As I was laying there, enjoying my relief, Jim spoke. "Here's
your first assignment. Friday night I'm hosting a party. I expect
you to provide the entertainment." He grinned. "I think I'm going to
like having my own whore!"                                   
