Carol

This is a story about my wife of 24 years, Carol. My name is Roger and I am 54 years old while Carol is 45. This is her first marriage and my second. Carol was twenty-one and a virgin when we married, she was raised in a very uptight, religious household and remained that way for many years after both of her parents passed away. We have 2 kids, both grown and living on their own. Carol is a great-looking woman, standing 5ft 3in, weighing 135lbs. She has a 34C-25-35 figure, which is still solid but getting softer. About 5 years ago, when she was 40 I came home to see that she had cut her long dark brown hair short, to almost 4 inches long and it was dyed to a blondish/brown color this was about the time she started reading sex stories on the internet of almost any kind and watching short porn clips. When I asked her about these changes she replied, "Well, I know that you have been doing it for some time, and at first the stories were disgusting, but now, I wouldn't mind living out a few of them, but I don't want to ruin our relationship."

For years I had wanted to see Carol get into something, anything but I never said anything to her as I was scared of how she might react. But now, after she had started exploring things on her own I was excited about the idea, "I would not be upset and would be up to you trying anything, as long as you told me about it or kept me in the picture, what are you interested in, if I may ask?"

Carol looked at me sheepishly and said; "Well, there are several types of stories I like. One is having sex with a black guy or a few black guys, another type I like is stuff about being abducted and forced to do sexual things, and some of the lesbian stuff as well. One of the fantasies that I have made up on my own that gets me off when I am by myself is to be abducted by black guys and forced to do things for them, maybe even have them give me to a lesbian or lesbians to entertain them... These are fantasy, I do not want to destroy anything between us."

I got an erection right away as I listened, she had never told me anything like this before and it excited me. "I have thought of you with other men or a man, even black guys but I never said anything because I did not want to upset you."

I know that in the past it would have but now I am a lot more comfortable talking about stuff like that."

"Do you want to live out any of these fantasies or are they private?"

"As you know, I was a virgin when we got married, and I know you have been with at least a few women before me, but you have never been with anyone since we got married. Here recently there has been a time or two that I would have gone with a guy since I have been more relaxed about this but you were in my thoughts."

"Would you like some help in making some of your fantasies come true, I would like to help if I can?"

Carol looked at me, "For this one time only, I wouldn't mind being abducted by some guys for as long as they wanted and being forced to do whatever they want but I have no idea where to start, I would like for you to be there, to make me feel safe, and to stop anything before it gets out of hand." I assured her I would look into it for her and that she should keep reading the stories and watching the videos that interest her.

The next day, at work, after thinking about Carol's request, I didn't know how to go about her wishes, so I asked some of the girls I had heard talking about some books called 50 Shades of Grey and they suggested some clubs to have her visit and that I talk to Bill, a black guy who worked there. At first, he thought I was trying to get him into trouble, I assured him that I wasn't but even so, it took a couple of weeks before he trusted me enough to talk even with the women in the office vouching for me and he invited me to join him for a drink at a local bar.

At the bar, we sat in a secluded booth for privacy, I told him about Carol and her fantasies. He seemed interested saying, "This is not my kind of thing man, but I might know of a guy who might be able to do something for ya. I have seen your wife a few times and she is a great looking woman but once a woman has been treated as she wants to be treated, they are never the same! Most women want to go farther, to more and more extremes."

"I kinda think these stories and videos have brought something out in her, I have always thought that she might be a naughty thinker, and now with the videos and stories she needs to sort herself out."

"Leave it with me, I will touch base with you on this when I find something out." We talked about this and that for a couple of hours, he told me about the clubs the women had suggested and which one I should "send her to" before we left that bar.

Some time had passed and I had almost forgotten about Carol's fantasies when Bill invited me to join him at the bar again, that Wednesday evening. There he introduced me to a black guy named Tanner who was thirty and had been doing this type of thing in the leather community for a few years. Tanner told me that he would arrange everything and that I would be nearby, not always allowed to watch the events, then he said; "You will not regret it, and neither will she but be warned once a woman does this, she becomes open to anything and will do things, often without you!"

"I wanted Carol to experience what she has been fantasizing about and I will stay out of the way as long as her safety is assured."

Tanner smiled and said; "It sounds like a go, let's start planning, and by the way, we may be able to make her ultimate fantasy come true, but we'll need to talk more about that."

The very next day, Tanner called me and said that it was likely he could make Carol's ultimate fantasy come true, but there was a catch. He then explained that the catch was that for this type of scenario, I might not always be able to be present, but could be very close by, she would not know that the man who offered to make my wife's ultimate fantasy a reality was not allowing the husband to be present for several reasons, at the end of the call he simply said, "All in or all out" per se, and then Tanner ended his phone call by telling me it was up to me and that she not be informed about anything that we had talked about.

A week later, Tanner called me with an "official plan", again, it was simple. I would give Carol; a gift certificate for a massage at a home that would be set up to appear to have been converted from a home to a small business. The house will have a nice business sign even a better business bureau (BBB) off to the side, all fake of course. I will already be there waiting when Carol arrives. The plan was that the massage would, of course, turn into an abduction and then the details would just play out with Carol blindfolded, ******* of what would happen next, or of my presence. This will be just the start of what Tanner called a long day, leading into a long evening, and I should be ready for it.

I think Carol was suspicious when I gave her the gift certificate, but thanked me saying "I am looking forward to a good massage. I could tell she wasn't quite sure if this was or not, and it was looking at this point to be a perfect setup for that reason.

The appointment was for 10 AM that Saturday morning and before I knew it, Saturday was upon us. As I picked up the dishes from breakfast I could hear Carol splashing in the tub. I quickly put the dishes in the drying rack, dressed, and knocked on the bathroom door, "Carol, I have an errand to run, I will see you when you get back from your massage.

"Alright, I love you."

I was off, I drove to work, then took a taxi from work to the address that I had been given by Tanner, arriving around 9:30 as he suggested. I was surprised at how real the older house turned day spa looked and was quickly greeted at the door by Tanner. Before I could start a conversation, Tanner cut the discussion short by saying that we should get into position, just in case my wife showed up a bit early. I agreed and was led to a room down the hall and taken inside.

The room was a bedroom, Tanner said the massage room was set up in the room to the right and it would work best for me to stay in there until they had performed the 'abduction' and had a blindfold fitted over Carol's eyes. I was told that once this had been taken care of, I would be brought in and out of the scenario as we had discussed. Tanner assured me that even if I was not involved, out of the scenario I would be close by as agreed. Tanner then left the room, closing the door behind him. There was a finality to the door striking closed as I realized that this was about to happen. My wife of 24 years would soon be in the hands of another man or men. The thought of this made me nervous, I found myself nervously perched on the edge of the bed waiting and listening. Calming myself with the thought that 'After all, it was one of her fantasies' that I had told Tanner about.

Like most old houses, every sound echoed along the old wood floors, vents, and through the walls, and it wasn't long before I heard my wife's familiar voice, accompanied by the somewhat not-so-familiar sound of high heels clicking along beneath her. Carol; doesn't normally wear high heels and I found it perplexing as I listened to Tanner and her chat as they turned and headed down the hall in my direction. Once they were in the room next door, Tanner asked Carol to step behind something, perhaps a screen of sorts, remove her clothes, and put on a robe that was provided. He asked if she was okay with being naked under the robe that was provided for her massage. I was a little surprised when she quickly responded; "Of course!"

Tanner then asked her to get on the massage table and the room fell silent for the next 10 minutes, I listened to Carol softly moan and every so often she would voice her approval of whatever Tanner was doing. About 15 minutes into the massage, Tanner asked if everything was okay and my wife said; "Yes," then a few minutes later Tanner asked again and received approval from Carol. Tanner kept asking for her okay and my wife continued to say yes. It was then I began to take note that every time my wife said yes or okay, her voice seemed a little more jagged, quieter than the time before. It wasn't long after that, that I heard a low hum and other familiar sounds that brought me to my feet and quickly over to the wall to listen even closer. In the room next door, I could now hear Carol panting and saying; "OH GOD! Oh, oh,mff,mfff, miff" while at the same time, the hum got louder, then quiet again. My head spun as I realized that Tanner was most likely using a vibrator of some sort on my wife, right in the next room, while I sat there doing nothing but listening through the wall like some sort of pervert and it was at that moment that I realized Caroll and I had stepped into another world, a world that was now moving at a fast furious pace away from our marriage and into uncharted territory. Before I could think much more about what was happening in the room right next door, I heard what was another man's footsteps come quickly down the hall and right into the room with my now panting wife and Tanner.

A surprised sound; "Oh GOD" came from my mouth, while at the same time, I could hear rustling and the sound of the massage table's legs being bumped back and forth on the old wood floor.

I listened closely as the movement in the room quieted down and I heard an unfamiliar man's voice say; "Carol, we're in charge now and you will do what you are told from here on out, do you understand?"

A few moments passed and in a shaky voice, my wife replied; "Yes! Please, please, I'll do anything, anything, please," Carol was then told to hold still several times as I listened intently to what sounded like Carol; grunting and groaning after each instruction from the two men. Moments later I heard the door to the massage room open and what sounded like all three heading down the hallway as they passed the door of my room, Tanner slipped quietly in and in a whisper asked that they have some time with Carol alone to get everything set up. Tanner stood at the door waiting for a reply, I could see my wife Carol being led blindfolded and naked down the hall by the other man.

Carol was naked, blindfolded, and had what looked like black leather ankle and wrist cuffs fitted to her, with the wrist cuffs secured together behind her back. As I watched her being led away, her bare ass shook from side to side, while at the same time, her tits bounced free in front of her. I found myself momentarily speechless as I continued to watch her being escorted by the other man around the corner in the opposite direction from the way we had come in. When I glanced back at Tanner I was met with a single wink as if to pass on the message that if I gave them a little more time alone it would be well worth it. This along with the fact that I was getting very turned on about the whole thing drew a response, "OKAY," from my lips as Tanner then turned and closed the door behind him.

Minutes passed like hours as I waited for one of the men to return and take me to wherever they had taken her. Then after about 5 minutes, I began to hear a noise coming from down the hall. I could make out what sounded like a struggle and then the familiar sound of my wife's voice saying something like please and no more and even swearing along with their voices saying my wife's name, muffled yet no doubt for forceful I thought it might just be theatrics by the men and perhaps Carol herself. After all, maybe putting up some sort of struggle at this point was part of her fantasy in some way. Either way, I nervously listened and held my ground. As I concentrated on waiting and listening, it then occurred to me that the voices had stopped and the only noise that remained was an almost mechanical and rhythmic thumping. This went on for about 10 minutes, stopping momentarily several times and then starting up again, only louder than before. This time I could hear a squeak, thump,p, and the familiar sound of Carol moaning, grunting, and gasping for air while saying words that made no sense at all, and the entire time the squeaking and thumping continued.

As I listened, I realized that the thumping was most likely something hitting the wall in the other room down the hall and the squeaking was probably the bed frame itself flexing. But flexing that much and then I thought maybe it was all three of them, perhaps? I then exhaled when I realized what I had heard Carol say that had made no sense just moments before the noise started, she had said; "OH GOD! Not both! Slow, slow, OH SHIT! SO FUCKING FULL, S...L...O...W!"

I walked back from the door to the bed and let myself sink into the edge realizing my wife Carol was at this moment being fucked hard and fast by two total strangers, black guys, at the same time in a room right down the hall from where I silently sat and listened.

The noise finally came to an end right after what sounded like two or three minutes of someone being slapped, SLAP-SLAP, SLAP-SLAP, SLAP-SLAP! along with my wife making a "Gheer, Gher, Gher, Gher, UHHHGGGGHEReeee sound and then silence. I seriously didn't know at this point if Carol had orgasmed, passed out, or both.

Finally, after another 5 minutes to my relief, the door opened, Tanner entered and asked that I go with him. As I followed Tanner through the house, to a side door, my mind was ablaze with the gravity of Carol's situation, how from this point on everything was way out there, anything could happen to her in the hours ahead.

I followed Tanner through the kitchen and then to a door that led to a closed-in carport, where I found in front of me a full-sized windowless van. He then opened the passenger door, and put his finger to his lips, telling me to remain silent, while pointing to the passenger seat with his free hand. I nodded my head and sat down in the passenger seat and closed the door. I looked towards the back of the van, it took my brain a few seconds to take in what I was seeing behind me.

The van had only one bench seat near the back that spanned about 2/3's of the van. The seat was more or less designed for workers or perhaps even prisoners and was well padded, but the frame was of a steel tube. The tube frame looped up on each end to support armrests and then bolted to the floor. Taking up almost the entire seat was my wife Carol who was still naked and had been placed on her knees facing backward on the seat, with each ankle and knee pulled out to the armrests and secured with broad black leather straps to the metal tube. Her arms were in turn pulled up and out to each side of the van, behind the seat, and secured to each wall. In this position, her ass was wide open facing forward, her stomach against the top of the seat back with her tits hanging free below her chest behind the seat. In essence, my wife was wide open, immobile, and exposed to whatever someone wanted to do to her.

As I stared at My wife's open crotch, there was no doubt in my mind that both her pussy and ass had already seen some serious attention from the two men in the room down the hall as I waited and listened like some kind of new cuckold. I now sat and stared at an unknown mixture of what could be massage oil, lube, sperm, her moisture, or perhaps all of the above slip from her freshly shaved pussy and drip down to the bench seat below her. Above her pussy, my wife's once tight pink asshole was surrounded by a similar mixture and was slightly open and pink with signs of abuse. As I watched her pussy slowly expel the unknown fluid, I noticed that the man I had seen earlier, leading her down the hall, was now in the very back of the van, behind the seat, and appeared to be massaging her now hard nipples and kissing her intently on the lips. As I watched this I could hear my wife moaning into the man's open mouth while pulling at her bounds slightly. As I watch this, I couldn't tell if she was struggling in defiance or trying to move her mouth closer to his or perhaps move her hanging tits fully into his open hands. I paid no attention to Tanner or the van's movements captivated with watching the man alternate from pulling each nipple then slapping each tit from all sides with one hand as he used Carol's mouth.

We traveled south on the freeway and then exited at the airport. Right before we entered the airport we pulled off at a large hotel that most likely catered to business travelers. Tanner pulled the van alongside the hotel to a side door, where two men stood waiting with gym bags. As soon as the van stopped, one of the men pulled open the side door, and then both men entered the van, each taking note of the naked woman spread out directly to their left as they entered. Minutes later the van pulled away from the hotel as the men's hands began to grope Carol getting an instant reaction from her in the form of moaning and groaning. In just a few more minutes Carol started to swear as one of the men began pulling apart her asscheeks and pushing fingers inside of her while the other took out an array of sex toys. At this moment I realized that my wife Carol, was in for the ride of her life, right there inside the back of a windowless work van, with me watching.

Pulling back onto the freeway heading south it wasn't long before the sounds from the back of the van escalated. Carol grunted, groaned, and cursed as one of the men from the hotel passed a ball gag to the other man behind the seat that was kissing her earlier, he then pushed the red ball inside her mouth and quickly pulled the straps tight.

Once the ball gag was in place it was only a few minutes before my wife began to earnestly try and talk around it, then eventually she tried to scream through it. As she did this I looked down and saw that one man was pushing a large dildo slowly into her cunt, while the other man was forcing a well-lubed medium-sized dildo into her ass. As all this was happening, the 3rd man was still behind the seat playing with her swinging tits, only now handling them much more roughly.

As we continued to drive south, suddenly I heard Carol let out a long groan, while at the same time, the van could be felt moving up and down and side to side. I quickly looked again and couldn't believe what I saw. Carol's cunt and ass were now filled with dildos or maybe I should say not so much filled as being filled, over and over again. I say this because as the man on the left pushed and pulled the dildo in and out of her ass, the man on the right did the same with the larger dildo. As these two men carried out their assault on her cunt and ass the 3rd man was pulling each of Carol's tits in various directions by the nipples forcing her into a stiff self-inflicted arching of her back as she attempted to take the strain off her nipples. A wild convulsive orgasm followed almost immediately when the two men behind her increased their pace while the man at her tits not only pulled up and out to the sides, but now began to roll her tortured nipples in between his strong fingers. All of this along with the hardest open-handed spanking that I have ever seen kept Carol in a forced orgasm for some time longer than I thought humanly possible and in the end she collapsed into her bounds and looked to be unconscious.

I was emotionally drained at this point, the men then slowly removed the dildos and groped her naked body while they quietly talked to each other about how this was nothing compared to what "The Master" would be doing to her when they got her to where we were going. The fact that they appeared to have only gotten started with her but what sounded like even a rougher treatment lay ahead at the hands of this "Master."

About five minutes later we pulled off the freeway and headed into an upscale neighborhood, a few corners later we were backing into an open garage. Tanner shut off the engine and closed the door with a remote on the van's visor. He then asked that I go with him inside, I was reluctant to leave my wife in her present condition in the hands of the three men who had just rocked her world to the point that she had passed out, but after a few seconds, I reminded myself that this was what she wanted and got out of the van and headed into the house with Tanner.

Inside, Tanner took me to what appeared to be the master bedroom, only unlike most master bedrooms, it was devoid of anything but a large 4-post bed with a full canopy. It was at this point that I realized the house itself was empty as if no one lived there except for this one room. As I scanned the room, Tanner took me to a large walk-in closet and asked that I sit in the chair.

As I sat, Tanner said, "As we discussed, you will not be present for all your wife's fantasies, but nearby." He smiled as I sat down, "This part of the adventure will be administered by another man who was very skilled and experienced at this sort of thing, and he would have control of the door, as in, whether it remained open or closed. This had my head spinning for sure, and as I struggled to deal with what was just said Tanner closed the door in front of me.

Only a few minutes had passed before I heard a commotion in the room directly outside the closet I was sequestered in. I heard things like; "Hold her, pull her tighter, OK, now give me that one... good!" As I listened to what sounded like one man's unfamiliar voice giving all the orders, I heard my wife moaning and trying to speak around what must have been the ball gag that had been left on her from the van ride and then there was silence... footsteps of a single man coming toward the room and A second later the door open slowly and I found myself face to face with a man my size, wearing a black leather facemask with a distinctive white lightning bolt across the forehead. He did not speak, looking at me, he cocking his head a little sideways and laughed.

As he moved away from the opening I could see my wife Carol was gagged, blindfolded, and strung up at the foot of the bed in an X fashion, nude and facing away from the bed. Both Carol's knees were firmly on the bed but had been pulled painfully wide to each dark post and firmly secured. In turn, her forearms were pulled up and out to each post and strapped there tightly as well, leaving her fully exposed. My view was primarily from the side but not totally, so I could see both posts and the front of my wife from an angle. Due to the way, Carol had been tied up, her upper body slightly forward, her tits were hanging away from her just enough to clear the bedpost, and was swinging freely.

As I watched intently, the masked man pulled up a chair matching the one I was sitting on and placed it in front of her, then he retrieved a large suitcase that sat to his left, set it in front of him, and opened it. My heart skipped a beat as the man sat down less than a foot from Carol and began to take an array of dildos from the case and lay them out below her open crotch. There were no small dildos, medium to immensely large, thick and long ones. One, in particular, was a string of rubber balls all molded together in a line and at least a foot long. At one end, the balls started small, the size of a large marble and at the other end the largest was the size of a cue ball, and above that was a handle. Last out of the case was a large pump bottle of some kind of lube, literally a pint or more. The man took it from the case and placed it on my side, his right side. I found myself staring at the large container, wondering whether he would need that much or if perhaps did this a lot and was saving money by buying in bulk?

I was quickly reminded of who was in charge as the masked man then stood up face to face with my wife and slowly lifted her blindfold. Carol went ballistic when she saw his face and began to scream around the gag while at the same time pulling roughly at her bonds. The bed shook and the man growled in a low gruff laugh from behind the mask and then reattached the blindfold securely over her eyes. Even with the blindfold back on, Carol continued to protest from behind the gag. I became alarmed for her safety due to the way she was reacting, it was as if she knew the person behind the mask and feared what was going to happen next. As I considered it, I was reminded of what she had said earlier Her ultimate fantasy would be for everything to go as far as it could with her not being marked or permanently injured. With this thought, I resettled in the chair and watched as the masked man ignored her struggles and retrieved a long black cord of rope and quickly encircled her right tit at the base, then continued to go around and around until it looked like a bloated, overfilled balloon with one extremely large and hard nipple pointing straight out. Then the man quickly did the other tit the same way. The man then attached another rope to each of the previous ropes near the base and to the nearest post, just below where Carol's arms were secured. This pulled each of my wife's ballooned tits forcefully away from her chest, to the side and slightly up. At this point, Carol groaned and arched her back, as she appeared to be trying to take as much tension off her tits as possible. Now with Carol secure in this position, the masked man took the time to play with her nipples and then moved his hands to other parts of my wife's body, rubbing and probing as he quietly whispered something into her left ear. Then out of nowhere, the masked man stopped what he was doing, walked towards me, and closed the door.

With the door now closed, all I could do was listen as the man started telling Carol that he and she would work together for the next few hours and that the goal would be for her to take all the dildos at the same time, and allow all but the last rubber ball to pass into her asshole. I had a pretty good idea which dildos he was referring to and judging by the way Carol was screaming through the gag, I was sure that he must be demonstrating to her with the blindfold removed.

The next hour and a half was nothing less than torture. Every time the man would introduce larger toys into her cunt or challenge my wife's ass to take one or two larger ball sizes, I would hear yet again the familiar sound of the man pumping the large lube container. then shortly thereafter my wife, Carol would begin huffing air through her nose, followed by a loud groan, then an almost animal grunt as the bed would shake and slap against the wall at the opposite end. Every time she accomplished the next step, I would then hear the slapping sound that had to be skin against his open hand. The slapping would start lite and eventually escalate along with the masked man telling her that he would keep spanking her ass and slapping her tits until she agreed to move on. Through all of this Carol was rewarded with several small orgasms along the way, but the largest by far was at the very last. During the final orgasm, Carol made noises that didn't seem humanly possible along with screams that seemed to dislodge the gag altogether, all the while the bed was hammering against the wall sharply in a steady rhythm.

After that, the room beyond the door grew quiet and I could hear someone taking pictures with what sounded like a digital camera for the next 5-10 minutes. Shortly thereafter, there was a lot of movement in the room and then silence. My mind was reeling from everything I had just listened to take place and as I waited for someone to open the door, I honestly lost track of time. Finally realizing that I checked my cellphone for the time and made a mental note of it. I decided that I would wait 15 minutes and then take the initiative to open the door myself and end this adventure before my wife was injured in some way.

After 15 minutes I slowly got up and opened the door and found myself alone in the room. The masked man was gone, along with the large lube bottle, sex toys, ropes, and cases. The house seemed too quiet and I quickly found my way through every room and then to a large empty garage. I sat on the step and stared at the garage floor my heart racing in panic as the realization set in that Carol had been taken by the men. As my gaze moved from the garage floor to the overhead door, I saw a piece of paper taped to the center of it that I didn't remember being there before, or perhaps I hadn't noticed, either way, I inspected the paper and found it addressed to me.

The note said; "Call a cab and go home. When you get home, check your email. We will be keeping Carol until midnight or a bit later. She will continue to receive what she asked for and will not be injured!"

I called for a cab, went and got my car from work, and went home. Once at home, I turned on the computer and saw that there were some messages in my email for me, from an address that I didn't know, but it was labeled as Carol. The first email said; "Your once sweet wife is now with us and will be used as we feel like until sometime between midnight and 6 AM. Then you will be informed as to where she is as there are four of us black guys, and we will fuck each of her holes as much as we want. They are loose enough now, also we know where you folks live and we will abduct her again, in the future, and use her. You were told that she would be very different after this experience. She is now our sex slave, good night!"

I closed the computer and jerked off to what I had seen earlier today, I admit it was exciting. I then showered and went to bed falling asleep, quickly until I was awakened by my cellphone ringing at about 5 AM. It was Carol's phone, so I quickly answered and it was a guy talking and he told me that Carol was on our front porch but I wasn't to go there for another 5 minutes, to let him get away clean. I did as he asked and went outside to find a very naked and very well-used Carol, lying spread-legged on the porch, passed out and motionless, but alive and no permanent marks on her, A few bruises, but that was it. I took her into the house and put her in the bathtub to clean her up as she was covered with caked-on sperm, lube, and everything else it seemed. It took about half an hour before she was clean, but her cunt and ass-hole were seeping constantly. She started to come too and asked me for a glass of water, which I got her, it ended up being 6 large glasses of water and 2 large glasses of orange juice that she drank.

After she started to tell me her side of the story, "I was contacted by Tanner, as I was leaving work one day. He told me that he had talked to you about my fantasy of being abducted and used however the abductors wanted to use me. I told him the same as I told you and I knew it was going to happen when you gave me the gift certificate for the massage. What I didn't know was that it was going to be the way it was, but it was much better than I ever fantasized about. Before you ask, yes, they fucked me at the massage place then they tortured me until I passed out. I came too in the van and they started again until I passed out a second time. When I came too I was in some house, all trussed up and some guy called the Master, in a mask used me until I passed out yet again.

Yes, they have loads of pictures of me being used and videos as well. when I woke up again I was at another place and six different black guys fucked me stupid. I enjoyed everything that was done to me and agreed to be their sex slave, meaning they can abduct me again, whenever they want and you will not know and I will not know until it happens. I will not be touched for at least 2 or 3 weeks, but when I am theirs, I will be with them for a day or two they haven't decided yet."

It was three days before Carol and I could have sex, as she was quite sore and loose from her experience, and when we finally did have sex, she was most definitely looser and sex was more 'wild', we had sex once or twice each day after I got home from work. Then one Friday I arrived home and she wasn't there, just a note, saying she was once again in good, safe hands for the weekend and for me to check my emails. The note was unsigned but I had a good idea who wrote it. They kept Carol for two days, over the weekend. She was smiling when they returned her. She told me, "I was used as a sex toy by ten guys and I was beaten a few times the mental changes from them will become obvious according to them beyond the enjoyment.

She has been “abducted” once a month and it has been happening for six months since she started this journey. I get regular emails containing pictures and videos. The last time they took her, they emailed me and said she was being sent away for a week to work in a brothel in another place. She would get paid half of the take and then she will give her new owners half and keep the rest for herself.