This is a story of what I believe happened in the rape scene we didn’t see in A Clockwork Orange.
There was me, that is Alex, and my three Droogs, that is Pete, Georgie and Dim and we sat in the Korova Milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. The Korova Milkbar sold milk plus, milk plus vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom, which is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence.
“In skolliwoll”, Alex started, “I learned of some famous writer, Frank Alexander. He lives outside of the city, writing his books. Terribly boring books. But what really got my attention was his hot devotchka, Mary. A slender and sexy redhead. I think we should pay them a visit. Have a bit of the old in-out, in-out with her while he enjoys the show.”
All the Droogs nodded in approval, and we were ready for our night of ultra-violence.
Frank and Mary Alexander were engrossed in the quiet comfort of their home. Frank, his fingers dancing across the typewriter keys, was deeply immersed in crafting his latest novel, "A Clockwork Orange." The clacking of the keys echoed through the room, a symphony of his dark and vivid imagination coming to life on the page. Meanwhile, Mary, stretched out on the couch, was lost in the pages of a magazine, her red pantsuit a vibrant splash of color against the muted tones of the room.
The tranquility of their evening was abruptly shattered by the insistent ringing of the doorbell. Mary's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting Frank's across the room.
"Who on earth could that be?” Frank asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of concern.
“I’ll go and see.” Mary replied, her movements graceful as she headed for the door. “Yes? Who is it?”
“Excuse me,” the voice said from behind the door, its tone urgent and pleading. “Missus...can you please help us? There's been a terrible accident. My friend's in the middle of the road, bleeding to death. Can I please use your telephone for an ambulance?”
“I'm sorry, but we don't have a telephone. You'll have to go somewhere else.” Mary said, her voice growing nervous as she clutched the door tightly.
“But, missus, it's a matter of life and death.” The voice insisted, the desperation palpable.
“Who is it, dear?” Frank asked across the room, his brow furrowed with worry.
“There's a young man here. He says there's been an accident. He wants to use the telephone.” Mary called back, her eyes darting between the stranger and the hallway leading to Frank.
“Well, I suppose you'd better let him in.” Frank's voice held a note of reluctance, but also a sense of duty.
With a deep, steadying breath, Mary removed the chain, allowing the stranger to step inside. The moment the door was unlocked, a flurry of movement caught her eye. Four figures, all wearing masks covering parts of their face and dressed in the same attire as the man at the door, rushed into the house, their presence immediately filling the room with an electric tension.
Mary gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she stumbled back, her eyes wide with shock and fear. Frank, sensing the commotion, rushed to the foyer, his eyes widening in disbelief at the sight of the masked intruders.
The tension in the room was thick and suffocating as the Droogs closed in on their unsuspecting victims. Dim, a cruel smirk playing on his lips, lunged at Frank, his boot connecting with the author's face with a sickening thud. Frank grunted in pain, his body crumpling to the floor like a discarded rag doll.
"Frank!" Mary screamed, her voice filled with terror and desperation. The sound of her husband's pained groan echoed through the room, fueling her fear.
Alex, undeterred by her cries, grabbed Mary by the arms, his grip tight and unyielding. “Right, Pete check the rest of the house. Dim.”
Mary struggled against his hold, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. "Let me go! What do you want from us?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear.
Alex chuckled, a sound that sent icy shivers down Mary's spine. "Patience, my lovely. All in good time." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of tape, his movements deliberate and calculated. "First, we need to make sure you can't run away."
Mary's struggles intensified as Alex bound her wrists behind her back, the tape cutting into her skin. "No! Please, don't do this!" she cried, her voice laced with desperation and fear.
Georgie, a wicked grin spreading across his face, stepped forward and threw Mary over his shoulder as if she were a prized possession. "Time to have some real fun," he said, his voice laced with anticipation and malice.
Dim and Pete quickly followed, their eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and cruelty. They pinned Frank to the floor, their combined weight making it impossible for him to move. Frank grunted in pain, his breaths coming in ragged, labored gasps.
"Stay still, old man," Dim sneered, pressing his knee into Frank's back with brutal force. "You wouldn't want to make things worse for yourself, would you?"
Alex, satisfied with Mary's restraints, turned his attention back to Frank. He kicked the author again, this time with even more force, eliciting a pained groan from Frank. Frank, watching in horror, tried to struggle, but Dim and Pete held him down with ease, their grips unyielding.
Alex reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, rubber ball. He forced it into Mary's mouth, taping it shut so she couldn't utter a sound. Mary's eyes widened in terror, her muffled cries of protest falling on deaf ears.
Frank, his voice muffled by the ball, tried to speak. "Mmph! Mmph!" His attempts at communication were futile, his words lost in the chaos and fear that filled the room.
Alex kicked Frank one more time, his boot connecting with the author's ribs with a sickening crunch. Frank's body convulsed in agony, his muffled screams of pain filling the room as Alex repeated the process, forcing another rubber ball into his mouth and securing it with tape. Frank's attempts to speak were reduced to incoherent, guttural moans, his words lost behind the gag.
Alex stood back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction and a twisted sense of pride. "Now, my Droogs, the real fun can begin. And don't worry, we have plenty of surprises in store for you."
Dim stepped forward, his movements fluid and menacing as he held onto Mary’s arms, rendering her unable to move. Alex, a wicked smile playing on his lips, reached for her belt, deftly unbuckling it and pulling it free. He tossed it aside, his eyes gleaming with a mix of cruelty and amusement.
"Let's see what we've got here, shall we?" Alex murmured, his voice a low, mocking drawl. He produced a pair of scissors from his pocket, the blades glinting menacingly in the soft light. "Time to get a bit more comfortable, love."
Mary's eyes widened in terror as she watched Alex approach, her muffled protests falling on deaf ears. She tried to speak, her voice a garbled mess behind the gag, her words a plea for mercy. Frank, despite his own pain, tried to intervene, his muffled cries a desperate attempt to protect his wife. But their efforts were futile, their voices silenced by the cruel devices in their mouths.
He began to cut, the scissors slicing through the fabric of her red pantsuit with cruel precision. He started at her chest, creating small, precise holes that slowly grew larger, the sharp blades tearing through the material with ease, revealing her breasts beneath. Mary struggled with every ounce of strength she had, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps, but Dim held her firmly, his grip unyielding and brutal.
He continued his macabre task, the scissors moving down her body, cutting away the fabric in a slow, deliberate manner. He sung "Singing in the Rain" as he worked, his voice a cruel parody of the cheerful tune, each note a mocking echo in the room.
Mary's pantsuit fell away in tatters, leaving her in her red knee-high socks. Mary cried out, a sound of pain and humiliation, as the fabric tore away, revealing her red-colored pubic bush. Alex's eyes roamed over her body, a predatory gleam in his gaze, taking in every curve and line.
Alex pulled down his pants and underwear, making it clear what was next. Leaning over to Frank, he said, "Viddy well, little brother, viddy well," his voice a mocking whisper, a cruel invitation to witness the horror to come.
Dim and Georgie moved with swift, brutal efficiency, their hands gripping Mary's arms and legs with an ironclad hold. They forced her to the floor, pinning her on her back in front of Frank. Mary kicked and screamed, her body thrashing wildly as she fought against their unyielding grip, her muffled cries of terror echoing through the room.
She sobbed, her voice a guttural moan behind the gag. Dim leaned down, his masked face inches from hers, his breath hot on her skin. "Shh, love. Just relax and enjoy the ride," he mocked, his voice a low, cruel whisper, laced with a perverse delight.
Alex, a wicked grin spreading across his face, stood before Frank in nothing but his white shirt and braces. He began to stroke himself, his movements slow and deliberate, a cruel taunt designed to humiliate and torment. "Watch closely, old man," Alex drawled, his voice laced with malice and a twisted sense of satisfaction. "You're going to get a front-row seat to the show. I'm going to fuck your wife so hard, she'll be feeling it for days. Every thrust, every moan, you'll witness it all."
Alex, his cock now fully erect, stepped closer to Mary, his shadow falling over her prone body, a dark omen of what was to come. He leaned down, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading them wide with a brutal, unyielding force. Mary cried out, a sound of pure terror and despair, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and humiliation.
Alex ignored her pleas, his eyes locked on Frank as he positioned himself between Mary's legs, his voice a low, mocking growl. "Watch, old man. Watch as I take what's yours. Watch as I make her mine."
Frank, his face a mask of anguish and despair, could do nothing but watch, his heart shattering with each passing second. The room was filled with the sounds of Mary's sobs and his own desperate, muffled pleas, a symphony of horror and agony that seemed to echo endlessly.
Alex, a cruel, twisted smile playing on his lips, knelt between Mary's spread legs, his hands gripping her thighs with a bruising, unyielding force. He leaned down, his breath hot and repulsive on her ear, his voice a low, mocking drawl. "Such a pretty little pussy, all red and ready for me. I'm going to enjoy this, love. I'm going to make sure you feel every inch of me."
Mary kicked and screamed, her body bucking wildly as she tried to dislodge him, her muffled cries a plea for mercy. Alex ignored her, his eyes locked on her most intimate area, a predatory gleam in his gaze. He slowly pushed into her, his movements deliberate and mocking, each thrust a cruel invasion.
"That's it, love. Take it all," he growled, his voice laced with a perverse satisfaction. "You're so tight, it's almost painful. Your husband must have a tiny cock if you're this tight. But don't worry, I'm going to stretch you out real well."
Mary cried out, a sound of pure agony and humiliation, as he filled her completely, his hips pressing against hers with a brutal, unforgiving force. Alex chuckled, a sound devoid of any warmth, his voice a cruel whisper. "It's going to hurt a lot more, love. Just wait and see."
He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each stroke a brutal, punishing invasion. Mary's sobs filled the room, her body trembling with each merciless stroke, her muffled cries a heart-wrenching testament to her pain and humiliation. Alex's eyes shifted between watching the fear and agony on Mary’s face and the sheer frustration and despair on Frank's face, a cruel, mocking taunt in his gaze.
Dim, Pete, and Georgie, their eyes gleaming with malice and excitement beneath their masks, cheered Alex on, their voices a chorus of cruelty and perverse delight. "Fuck her harder!" Dim shouted, his voice laced with sadistic glee, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Make her scream!" Georgie added, his tone mocking, a cruel laughter echoing in his words.
Alex, a wicked grin playing on his lips, complied with their demands, his hips moving faster, his thrusts deeper and more brutal, each stroke a punishing invasion designed to elicit screams of agony. Mary's muffled screams echoed through the room, a symphony of pain and despair, her body trembling with each merciless stroke.
Alex, his breath coming in ragged gasps, leaned down, his hands reaching for the tape that secured the gag in her mouth. "This is no fun. I want to hear you scream," he moaned, his voice a low, cruel growl, a perverse command. He pulled at the tape, the adhesive peeling away from her skin with a sickening sound, revealing her lips, swollen and red, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.
Mary, her voice hoarse and raw, pleaded, "Please stop this," her words a desperate, broken cry, a plea for mercy that fell on deaf ears. Her eyes, wide with fear and pain, met Alex's, a silent, pleading look that only seemed to fuel his cruelty.
Alex chuckled, a sound devoid of any warmth, his voice a low, mocking drawl. "Oh, we're just getting started, love. Making you suffer... it turns me on. I want to hear you beg for mercy. I want to hear you plead for me to stop. Beg, Mary. Beg for me to show you some mercy."
Alex, his breath coming in ragged, labored gasps, suddenly stopped, pulling out of Mary with a wet, obscene sound that echoed in the room. He stood up, his cock glistening with her fluids, a cruel, satisfied smile playing on his face. He walked over to a nearby chair, his movements deliberate and mocking, and pulled it closer to the center of the room, where Mary lay, her body trembling with a mix of pain and humiliation.
Pete, a wicked grin spreading across his face, quickly grabbed Frank, his hands gripping the older man's arms with a brutal, unyielding force. Frank, despite his age and the pain he was already in, struggled with every ounce of strength he had, his body bucking and twisting as he tried to free himself from Pete's grasp. His muffled cries of defiance were lost behind the gag, but his eyes blazed with a fierce determination to fight back.
Georgie and Dim joined in, their movements swift and coordinated, as they forced Frank into the chair. Frank kicked and thrashed, his boots connecting with their shins, his fists flailing as he tried to land a blow. But the Droogs were relentless, their grips unyielding, their laughter a cruel echo in the room as they subdued him.
Once Frank was in the chair, Pete quickly grabbed a roll of tape, his movements deft and practiced. He began to wrap the tape around Frank's wrists, securing them to the arms of the chair with a brutal, unyielding force. Frank struggled, his muscles straining against the restraints, his body twisting and turning as he tried to break free. But Pete's grip was unyielding, the tape cutting into his skin, the adhesive a cruel, unbreakable bond.
Frank's muffled screams of defiance and pain filled the room, a symphony of agony and despair, as the Droogs secured him, their laughter a mocking, cruel sound that seemed to echo endlessly. Alex watched, a twisted sense of satisfaction in his eyes, his cock still erect, a cruel promise of what was to come.
“You're next," Alex said, his voice laced with malice as he pointed at Pete, a cruel, mocking grin on his face. "Show us what you've got."
Pete, a wicked, predatory grin spreading across his face, stepped forward, his eyes locked on Mary's prone, trembling body, a mix of lust and cruelty shining in his gaze. "With pleasure," he drawled, his voice a low, dangerous purr, a promise of the pain and humiliation to come.
Pete kicked off his bovver boots with a brutal force, the sound echoing in the room, and shucked his trousers, standing before Mary in nothing but his white shirt, braces, and mask, a cruel, mocking figure. He knelt between her legs, his hands wrapping around her thighs with a bruising, unyielding force, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
He hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, her red knee-high socks in the air, her body arching off the floor in a cruel, humiliating position, her most intimate area exposed and vulnerable. Pete positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes gleaming with a mix of anticipation and malice.
"Such a nice little cunt," Pete murmured, his voice laced with cruelty and a perverse delight, a cruel, mocking whisper. "I'm going to enjoy this. I'm going to make you feel every inch of me."
Mary, her body shaking with sobs, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps, pleaded, her voice a desperate, broken cry. "Please, don't do this. Please, have mercy... I beg of you..."
Pete ignored her desperate pleas, his hips surging forward with a brutal, unyielding force as he entered her with a single, punishing thrust. Mary cried out, a sound of pure agony and despair, as he filled her completely, her body arching in a futile attempt to escape the invasion. Pete began to move, his hips pumping in a fast, aggressive rhythm, his cock pounding into her with relentless, merciless force, each stroke a cruel, punishing invasion.
Alex, a wicked, mocking grin spreading across his face, walked over to Frank, his hands reaching for the older man's pajamas with a cruel, deliberate slowness. He pulled them down, the fabric pooling around Frank's ankles, leaving him exposed and vulnerable, his soft cock a stark contrast to the brutal, savage scene unfolding before him.
"Well, my brother," Alex drawled, his voice laced with malice and a twisted sense of satisfaction, his eyes locked on Frank's soft cock, a cruel, mocking gleam in his gaze. "Looks like someone isn't enjoying the show. Or maybe you're just too old to get it up anymore, eh, old man?"
Frank, his face contorted with agony and a mix of anger and despair, fought against the tape binding him, his muscles straining with a futile, desperate strength. During the struggle, his makeshift gag came loose, and he spat out the ball that was in his mouth. "You monsters!" he rasped, his voice a guttural, desperate growl, a plea for mercy that fell on deaf ears. "Leave her be! Please, I beg of you!"
Alex, his chuckle cold and unfeeling, a cruel, mocking sound, replied, his voice a low, dangerous drawl. "Oh, but the fun is just beginning, old man. You're going to witness it all. Every scream, every tear, every pleading look. You're going to watch as we take everything from you. Everything."
Pete, his hands roving over Mary's trembling, vulnerable form, roughly grabbed and groped her breasts, his fingers cruel and unyielding, pinching her nipples with a brutal, merciless force. Mary wept, her body shaking with each brutal touch, her mind shattered by the overwhelming horror and humiliation, her sobs a desperate, fractured plea for mercy.
"Please, make it stop! It's too much!" she sobbed, her voice hoarse and raw, a plea that fell on deaf ears, her body convulsing with each merciless stroke. "I can't... I can't take this anymore..."
Pete, his breath coming in ragged, labored gasps, ignored her pleas, his hips moving faster, his thrusts deeper and more brutal, each stroke a punishing invasion, a cruel, unyielding force. "Such a tight little cunt," he grunted, his voice laced with malice and a perverse delight, a cruel, mocking growl. "I'm going to fill you up, love. Fill you up good. I'm going to make sure you feel every drop of me."
Frank, his voice hoarse with desperation and a mix of anger and despair, pleaded, his words a guttural, desperate cry. "Please, stop! That is my wife! You're monsters!"
"Please, no," Mary sobbed, her body shaking with sobs, her voice a broken, desperate plea, a plea for mercy that fell on deaf ears. "Please, don't do this to me. I can’t get pregnant... Don’t come in me..."
Pete, his body tensing, let out a low, guttural groan, a sound of perverse satisfaction, as he reached his climax, spilling himself into Mary with a final, brutal, merciless thrust. Mary cried out, a sound of pure horror and despair, as she felt his hot seed fill her, the reality of what had happened sinking in, a cruel, unforgiving truth.
Pete, a malicious, cruel grin etched on his face, a twisted sense of satisfaction in his eyes, withdrew from her, his cock glistening with their mingled essences, a cruel, mocking reminder of the violation. Letting her legs fall to the floor with a thud, he rose to his feet, his gaze fixed on Frank, a cruel, mocking gleam in his eyes, as he straightened his attire, a perverse, satisfied smile playing on his lips.
Alex, a sinister, cruel smile playing on his lips, a wicked gleam in his eyes, knelt once more between Mary's splayed, trembling legs, his hands pulling open her thighs with a brutal shove. He leaned in, his breath searing her ear, a vicious, mocking whisper escaping his mouth, a cruel, perverse promise.
"I'm going to take you, and fill you so deeply with my come that you'll feel it for days," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous purr, a cruel, mocking drawl. "I'm going to make sure you never forget this night, love. I'm going to make sure you feel every inch of me, every drop of my come. Maybe one of us will leave you with a baby as rotten as us."
Mary, her body wracked with sobs, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps, begged, her voice a desperate, broken plea, a plea for mercy that fell on deaf ears. "Please, don't... Please, show some mercy... I beg of you..."
Alex ignored her, his hips surging forward with a brutal, unyielding force as he entered her with a single, punishing thrust, his cock filling her completely, stretching her, invading her, a cruel, merciless invasion. Mary cried out, a sound of pure agony and despair, as she felt him fill her, the sensation of being stretched and filled once more overwhelming her senses, a cruel, unforgiving reality.
"Fuck, you're tight," Alex grunted, his voice laced with malice and a perverse, twisted lust, a cruel, mocking growl. "I'm going to enjoy this, love. I'm going to fuck you so hard, so deep, that you'll be praying for me to come, begging for me to fill you up. You're going to feel every stroke, every thrust, every drop of me."
Dim, Pete, and Georgie stood by, their eyes gleaming with malice and a perverse, sadistic excitement beneath their masks, their breaths coming in ragged, anticipatory gasps. They cheered Alex on, their voices a chorus of cruelty and encouragement, a twisted, mocking symphony of depravity.
"Fuck the cunt!" Dim shouted, his voice laced with sadistic glee, a wicked, cruel laughter echoing in his words. "Make her scream for mercy!"
"Make the bitch scream!" Georgie added, his tone mocking, a cruel, perverse delight in his voice, a twisted, sadistic satisfaction.
Alex complied, his hips moving in a fast, aggressive, relentless rhythm, his cock pounding into her with a brutal, merciless force, each stroke a cruel, punishing invasion, a merciless, unyielding assault on her body and mind. Mary's sobs filled the room, her body trembling with each brutal, merciless stroke, her mind reeling with horror and humiliation, a cruel, unforgiving reality.
Alex, his hands roaming over her body with a cruel, unyielding force, groped and played with her breasts, his fingers rough and brutal, squeezing and pinching her nipples with a merciless, sadistic force. He twisted and pulled, eliciting cries of pain and despair from Mary, her body convulsing with each cruel, punishing touch.
"Such lovely tits," Alex taunted, his voice a low, dangerous purr, a cruel, mocking drawl, his eyes gleaming with a perverse, twisted lust. "I wonder how sensitive they are. Let's find out, shall we? Let's see how much you can take, love."
Mary cried out, a sound of pure agony and humiliation, as Alex's fingers tightened around her nipples, twisting and pulling with a force that bordered on unbearable, a cruel, merciless assault on her most sensitive areas. She struggled, her body bucking and thrashing, but her arms were bound behind her back, her wrists secured with a brutal, unyielding force, rendering her helpless and vulnerable.
"Please, stop! It hurts!" she sobbed, her voice a broken, desperate whisper, a plea for mercy that fell on deaf ears, her body wracked with sobs, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps.
Alex, his breath coming in ragged, labored gasps, ignored her pleas, his hips moving faster, his thrusts deeper and more brutal, each stroke a cruel, punishing invasion, a merciless, unyielding assault on her body and mind. "You're so fucking wet, love," he grunted, his voice laced with malice and a perverse, twisted satisfaction, a cruel, mocking growl. "I can't tell if it's your own pussy juices or my Droogs' come. Either way, it feels fucking amazing. You're a wet little cunt, aren't you?"
Frank, his voice hoarse with desperation and a mix of anger and despair, pleaded, his words a guttural, desperate cry, a plea for mercy that fell on deaf ears. "Please, stop! You need to stop this, I beg of you!"
Alex, his body tensing, let out a low, guttural groan, a sound of perverse, twisted satisfaction, as he reached his climax, spilling himself into Mary with a final, brutal, merciless thrust. Mary cried out, a sound of pure horror and despair, as she felt hot come fill her for the second time tonight.
"Please, no," she sobbed, her body shaking with sobs, her voice a broken, desperate plea, a plea for mercy that fell on deaf ears. "Not again. Get off me. Let me go. I can't take this anymore..."
Alex, a cruel, mocking smile playing on his lips, a wicked, perverse gleam in his eyes, pulled out of her, leaving a trail of come leaking out of her, a cruel, mocking reminder of the violation.
Georgie and Dim, their eyes burning with a mixture of malice and lust beneath their masks, roughly lifted Mary to a sitting position, their grips unyielding and cruel. Georgie, a sinister, mocking smile playing on his lips, pulled out a small, gleaming knife, the cold metal glinting in the dim light, sending a shiver of terror down Mary's spine.
"W-what are you doing?" Mary stammered, her voice trembling with fear and desperation, her eyes wide with a mix of confusion and horror, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps.
To her surprise, Georgie used the knife to cut the tape on her wrists, the blade slicing through the adhesive with a cruel, finality. The sudden release of pressure made her wrists sting, the blood rushing back, a cruel, unforgiving reminder of the restraints. She rubbed them vigorously, trying to restore circulation, her fingers trembling, her body shaking with a mix of relief and dread.
Georgie's voice, laced with menace and a twisted, sadistic satisfaction, cut through the air like a blade, a cruel, mocking command. "On your hands and knees, love. It's time for us to have some fun. Time to see what that pretty little mouth of yours can do."
Mary, her body wracked with sobs, shook her head in refusal, a desperate, futile plea, her voice a broken, fractured whisper, a mix of pleading and defiance. "No, please. I can't do this... I won't..."
Georgie's grip on her arm tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh with a brutal, unyielding force, a cruel, punishing hold. "You don't have a choice, bitch," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous purr, a cruel, mocking drawl. "Either you do as you're told, or things will get a lot worse for you and your husband. Understand? Because I promise you, I will make him suffer in ways you can't even imagine."
Pete, his eyes cold and unyielding, a cruel, mocking gleam in his gaze, stepped up to Frank, his cane poised and ready, a cruel, merciless weapon. "You heard him, love," he drawled, his voice a low, dangerous threat, a cruel, mocking promise. "Get on your hands and knees, or Frank here is going to feel the sting of my cane. And trust me, I know exactly where to hit to make it hurt the most. I know exactly how to make him scream."
Mary's eyes flicked to Frank, who was still tied to the chair, his body contorted with pain and desperation, his face a mask of agony and helplessness. The sight of him, her husband, the man she loved, reduced to this, broke something inside her, a cruel, unforgiving reality.
With a final, shuddering sob, a desperate, broken plea, Mary complied, lowering herself to her hands and knees, her red hair falling forward to hide her tear-streaked face, her body trembling with a mix of fear, humiliation, and despair. Georgie and Dim, their movements swift and brutal, kicked off their boots and shucked their trousers, standing before her in nothing but their white shirts and braces, a cruel, mocking reminder of their power and her helplessness.
Georgie, his cock already hard and erect, a cruel, twisted grin playing on his lips, knelt in front of Mary, his hands gripping her hair with a brutal, unyielding force, his fingers digging into her scalp, leaving her gasping, her body convulsing with each cruel, punishing tug.
"Open wide, love," he taunted, his voice a low, dangerous purr, a cruel, mocking command. "It's time for you to pleasure me. Time to show us what that pretty little mouth of yours can do."
Mary, her voice choking with sobs, her body wracked with shuddering, desperate breaths, refused, her words a broken, fractured plea, a plea for mercy that fell on deaf ears. "Please, don't do this. Please, have mercy... I beg of you..."
Pete, his eyes cold and unyielding, a cruel, mocking gleam in his gaze, stepped up to Frank, his cane poised and ready, a merciless, brutal weapon. With a swift, brutal motion, he struck Frank across the chest, the impact echoing through the room, a cruel, mocking sound, a reminder of the power and control they held.
Frank cried out, a sound of pure agony and despair, as the cane connected with his flesh, ripping his pajama top, a cruel, mocking reminder of the pain and humiliation they were inflicting. His body convulsed, his muscles straining against the tape binding him, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps, a desperate, futile struggle.
Mary, her heart breaking, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and despair, slowly and reluctantly leaned forward, her lips brushing against Georgie's cock, a cruel, humiliating touch, a reminder of the power and control they held over her. She began to suck, her movements slow and hesitant, her body shaking with each sob, each desperate, broken breath, a cruel, merciless reality.
Georgie, his hands gripping her hair tightly, his fingers digging into her scalp with a brutal, unyielding force, began to move his hips, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a wet, obscene sound, a cruel, mocking rhythm, a reminder of the power and control they held over her body and mind.
"That's it, love," he taunted, his voice a low, dangerous purr, a cruel, mocking drawl, a twisted, sadistic satisfaction in his words. "Suck it good. Make it feel real nice. Make me come in that pretty little mouth of yours."
Dim, He kicked her legs open, positioning himself behind her doggy style, a cruel, humiliating position, a reminder of the power and control they held over her body and mind. His eyes locked on Mary's exposed, vulnerable ass, a cruel, predatory gleam in his gaze, knelt behind her, his hands gripping her hips with both hands.
"Fuck, look at all that come leaking out," Dim taunted, his voice laced with malice and a perverse, twisted delight, a cruel, mocking comment, a reminder of the violation and humiliation they were inflicting. "We might need to switch holes soon. I can't wait to feel that tight little ass of yours."
"Not yet, my Droog," Alex interjected, his voice a low, dangerous growl, a cruel, mocking command, a twisted, sadistic satisfaction in his words. "Let's make her suffer a bit more first. I think she wants more of our come in her."
Dim, a wicked, cruel grin spreading across his face, a perverse, twisted delight in his eyes, complied, his cock hard and erect, a cruel, merciless weapon. He pushed into Mary with a single, brutal, merciless thrust, filling her completely, stretching her, invading her, a cruel, unforgiving reality.
Mary cried out, a muffled sound of agony and despair, a desperate, broken plea, as Dim began to move, his hips pumping in a fast, aggressive, relentless rhythm, his cock pounding into her with a brutal, merciless force, each stroke a cruel, punishing invasion, a merciless, unyielding assault on her body and mind.
Georgie, his breath coming in ragged, labored gasps, a cruel, twisted grin playing on his lips, grunted, his voice a low, dangerous growl, a perverse, sadistic satisfaction in his words. "Fuck, that's hot. Keep going, love. Suck it good. And if you don't do a good job, Frank here is going to feel the sting of my Droog’s cane. I promise you, he can hit hard."
Mary, her body trembling with each brutal, merciless stroke, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps, did her best to satisfy Georgie, her lips and tongue working his cock with a desperate, futile fervor, a cruel, humiliating reality. She took him deep, her mouth stretching to accommodate his size, her tongue swirling around his shaft, a desperate, broken attempt to please him, to avoid further pain and humiliation.
Georgie, his hands gripping her hair tightly, his fingers digging into her scalp with a brutal, unyielding force, began to move his hips faster, his thrusts deeper and more forceful, each stroke a cruel, punishing invasion, a merciless, unyielding assault on her mouth and throat. "Suck harder, love," he demanded, his voice laced with malice and a perverse, twisted lust, a cruel, mocking command. "And play with my balls. Make it feel real nice. Make me feel like I'm in heaven."
Mary, her body aching and trembling, her muscles straining with the effort, reached up, her hands cupping Georgie's balls, her fingers gentle and tentative, a desperate, futile attempt to please him, to avoid further pain and humiliation. She rolled them gently, her touch a cruel, mocking reminder of the power and control they held over her body and mind.
Georgie let out a low, guttural groan, a sound of perverse, twisted satisfaction, his hips surging forward with a brutal, relentless force, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a wet, obscene sound. He fucked her mouth with a merciless, unyielding force, each thrust a cruel, punishing invasion, a merciless, unyielding assault on her mouth and body.
Dim, his movements aggressive and relentless, his hips pumping in a fast, brutal rhythm, made it hard for Mary to focus on the task at hand, her body convulsing with each merciless stroke, her mind reeling with horror and humiliation, a cruel, unforgiving reality. "Keep going, love," Dim taunted, his voice laced with cruelty and a perverse, sadistic delight, a cruel, mocking command, a twisted, mocking satisfaction in her struggle and suffering. "Don't stop until my Droog is satisfied. Don't stop until he's ready to fill that pretty little mouth of yours with his come. And if you do a good job, maybe, just maybe, we'll go easy on your husband."
Mary, her body wracked with sobs, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps, continued to suck, her lips and tongue working Georgie's cock with a desperate, futile fervor, a cruel, humiliating reality, her mind a whirl of fear, pain, and despair, a cruel, unforgiving truth. She took him deep, her mouth stretching to accommodate his size, her tongue swirling around his shaft, a desperate, broken attempt to please him, to avoid further pain and humiliation, a cruel, merciless reality.
As Georgie and Dim continued their brutal assault on Mary, Alex, standing nearby, noticed something that sent a wave of cruel amusement through the room. He leaned in, his eyes gleaming with malice, and pointed at Frank's groin.
"Well, my brother," Alex drawled, his voice laced with mockery. "Looks like someone is enjoying the show a little too much, huh?"
The other Droogs turned their attention to Frank, their eyes widening with a mix of surprise and sadistic glee. Dim, still thrusting into Mary from behind, chuckled, a sound devoid of any warmth. "Fuck, old man, you're getting hard. You like watching your wife get raped, don't you?"
Pete, his cane still poised and ready, stepped closer to Frank, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Such a pervert, aren't you? Getting off on your own wife's misery. You should be ashamed of yourself."
Frank, his face a mask of utter humiliation and shame, struggled against his bonds, his muscles taut with the effort. "No, please," he pleaded, his voice hoarse with desperation. "It's not what you think. I... I can't control it."
Alex, a wicked grin spreading across his face, turned to Mary, ensuring she had a clear view of Frank's half-erect cock. "Look, love. Your husband is enjoying the show. He likes watching you suffer. Isn't that right, Frank?"
Frank, his eyes filled with tears of shame, could only nod, his voice choking with emotion. "I'm sorry, Mary. I'm so sorry."
Mary, her body trembling with sobs, pulled the cock out of her mouth and looked up at Frank, her heart breaking at the sight of his arousal. "Frank, no," she whispered, her voice a broken plea. "Please, tell me it's not true."
Dim, his hips still moving in a brutal, relentless rhythm, taunted, "Oh, it's true, love. Your husband is a pervert. He gets off on watching you get fucked by strangers."
Georgie, his cock still in Mary's mouth, chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Such a dirty old man. Maybe we should let him join in next time. What do you think, love? Would you like that?"
Mary, her body aching and trembling, could only sob, her mind reeling with horror and humiliation as she continued the blowjob. The room was filled with the sounds of her sobs, the Droogs' cruel laughter, and Frank's desperate pleas, a symphony of shame and despair. Frank, his face a mask of utter humiliation, could do nothing but watch, his heart breaking with each passing second, the knowledge of his own arousal and the cruelty of the Droogs etched forever in his mind.
Dim, his hips moving in a fast, aggressive rhythm, began to thrust into Mary with renewed vigor, his cock pounding into her with relentless, merciless force. Mary cried out, a muffled sound of pure agony, as he filled her completely, each brutal stroke a cruel, unyielding invasion, her body convulsing with each merciless thrust.
Georgie, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps, leaned back, a cruel, mocking smirk playing on his lips, his eyes gleaming with a perverse, sadistic satisfaction. "Listen here, you little slut," he taunted, his voice a low, dangerous growl, a twisted, mocking drawl. "If you don't make me come in that pretty little mouth of yours before my friend here fills your cunt, we're going to beat Frank's hard dick until it's as soft as overcooked spaghetti. So, you better get to work and make me come quick, or your old man is going to be in a world of hurt. Understand, love?"
His words hung in the air, heavy and menacing, a cruel, mocking promise, as he wrapped his fingers around her red hair, his grip unyielding and brutal, a reminder of the power and control they held over her. Mary, her eyes watering with tears, her vision blurry and unfocused, nodded frantically, her lips and tongue working his cock with a desperate, frenzied intensity, a cruel, humiliating reality.
The room was filled with the wet, obscene sounds of her efforts, a stark, cruel contrast to the harsh, mocking laughter and taunts of the Droogs, their voices a chorus of cruelty and perverse delight. Mary, her body trembling with each brutal, merciless stroke, worked Georgie's cock with a desperate, futile fervor, her lips and tongue moving with a desperate, broken rhythm, a cruel, merciless reality.
She forced his cock deep into her throat, her muscles constricting around him as she tried to please him, her mind focused solely on satisfying her tormentor, a cruel, unforgiving truth. Georgie, his hands relaxed at his sides, leaned back, a cruel, mocking smirk playing on his lips as he watched Mary work, his eyes gleaming with a perverse, twisted satisfaction, a cruel, mocking pleasure.
"That's it, love," he taunted, his voice a low, dangerous purr, a cruel, mocking drawl, a twisted, sadistic satisfaction in his words. "Suck it good. Make me feel good. I'm close, but you better swallow every last drop of my come when I am done. Do you understand? Because if you don't, Frank is going to pay the price. And trust me, I know exactly how to make him suffer."
Mary, her body trembling with each desperate, futile movement, nodded frantically, her lips and tongue working his cock with a frenzied, desperate intensity, her fingers gently cupping and massaging his balls as she took him deeper, her throat constricting around him as she tried to please him, her mind focused solely on giving the best blowjob she could, a cruel, merciless reality.
"Fuck, yes," Georgie grunted, his body tensing, his muscles straining with the effort, as he reached his climax, a perverse, twisted satisfaction in his voice. "Swallow it all, love. Every. Single. Drop. Don't you dare spill a single drop, or Frank is going to feel the sting of my cane. And trust me, I know exactly where to hit to make it hurt the most."
Mary, her eyes watering with tears, her vision blurry and unfocused, did her best to swallow, her throat working with each desperate, broken swallow, a cruel, merciless reality, a desperate, futile attempt to satisfy her tormentor. Georgie spilled himself into her mouth, his hot seed filling her, the taste bitter and acrid, a cruel, unforgiving truth, a merciless, unyielding reality.
Mary sobbed, her body shaking with each desperate, broken swallow, the reality of what had happened sinking in, a cruel, unforgiving truth, a merciless, unyielding reality. Dim, his movements aggressive and relentless, his hips pumping in a fast, brutal rhythm, reached his own climax shortly after, spilling himself into Mary with a final, brutal, merciless thrust, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with a third load of come that night.
"Fuck, yes," Dim grunted, his body tensing, his muscles straining with the effort, as he came, a perverse, twisted satisfaction in his voice. "That's it, love. Take all of my come. Feel it filling you up, stretching you out. You're such a tight little cunt, aren't you?"
Mary, her body shaking with sobs, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps, could do nothing but endure, her mind reeling with horror and humiliation, a cruel, unforgiving reality, a merciless, unyielding truth. The room was filled with the sounds of her sobs, the Droogs' grunts, and their cruel, mocking taunts, a symphony of horror and despair, a cruel, unforgiving reality.
Frank, his voice hoarse with desperation and a mix of anger and despair, pleaded, his words a guttural, desperate cry, a plea for mercy that fell on deaf ears. "Please, you’ve taken what you wanted. Leave us alone. Please, have mercy..."
Alex, his cock throbbing with the effects of Milk-Plus, moved with predatory grace. He pulled out some cushions and arranged them on the floor with swift, efficient movements. Georgie and Dim, their eyes gleaming with malice and anticipation, moved in to assist. Their hands were rough and unyielding as they threw Mary over the cushions, her body landing with a thud. Her face was pressed against the cool floor, her ass elevated and exposed.
Pete, a wicked grin on his face, turned Mary's head towards Frank, ensuring the older man had a clear view of his wife's face, contorted with fear, humiliation, and despair. "Look at your wife, Frank," Pete taunted, his voice a low, cruel drawl. "See the fear in her eyes? This is what we've done to her."
Georgie and Pete gripped Mary's wrists, pinning her to the floor. Their bodies rendered her arms and face immobile. Alex, his cock hard and ready, reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small tube of lube. A cruel smirk played on his lips as he squeezed a generous amount onto his cock. The slick, transparent liquid glistened obscenely in the dim light.
He moved behind her, his eyes locked on her exposed ass, a predatory gleam in his gaze. "Well, well, well," Alex drawled, his voice laced with malice and anticipation. "Tell me, you two lovebirds, have you ever had anal sex before?"
Frank's voice trembled as he responded, "Please, don't do this. She's never done anything like that. She's innocent."
Alex chuckled, a sound devoid of warmth. "Innocent? That's precious. But tonight, she won't be. Tonight, she'll know what it's like to be truly used."
Mary's muffled cries filled the room as Alex positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "And Frank, you're going to watch every second of it. You're going to see her taken in a way she's never been taken before."
Mary's body trembled with sobs, her voice a broken whisper as she echoed her husband's pleas. "Please, no. We've never done that. It will hurt too much. Please, have mercy..."
Alex chuckled, a sound devoid of warmth, as he rubbed the head of his lubed cock against her tight, virgin hole. The slick, obscene contrast to the brutality of the act was not lost on anyone. "Oh, it's going to hurt, love. A lot. But that's the point, isn't it? We're all going to take turns raping your tight little ass, one after the other. And there's nothing you can do to stop it."
With that, he pushed forward, his cock breaching her tight, resistant entrance. A brutal, relentless invasion sent waves of agony coursing through Mary's body. She cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pain, as he filled her completely, her body stretching and yielding to his brutal intrusion. The room was filled with the sounds of her sobs, the Droogs' cruel laughter, and Frank's desperate pleas, a symphony of horror and despair.
Alex, a wicked grin spreading across his face, began to push into Mary's tight, virgin ass with a slow, deliberate motion. "Mmm, such a tight little ass you've got there, love," he taunted, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "I'm going to enjoy this. You're going to feel every inch of me, deep inside you."
Mary screamed, a sound of pure, unadulterated agony, as Alex began to move. His hips pumped in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust designed to maximize her discomfort and pain. Her body bucked and thrashed beneath him, but Georgie and Pete held her wrists firmly against the floor, their grips unyielding, rendering her unable to escape the brutal assault.
"Please, stop! It hurts! Please, have mercy!" Mary sobbed, her voice a broken, desperate plea. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the saliva and snot that had accumulated from her earlier ordeal.
Frank, his eyes wide with horror, could see the pained look on his wife's face. The contortions of agony and humiliation were etched deeply into her features. "Please, stop! You're hurting her! Please, for the love of God, stop!"
Alex, his breath coming in ragged gasps, ignored their pleas. His hips moved with a slow, torturous rhythm, each thrust deliberate and measured. "Oh, we're just getting started, old man. And you're going to watch every second of it. Isn't that right, love?"
Mary, her body shaking with sobs, could only nod. Her voice was choked with tears and pain. "Just make it stop. I can't take it anymore."
Alex chuckled, a sound devoid of any warmth, as he continued his brutal assault. His cock slid in and out of her with a wet, obscene sound. He increased his pace, his hips moving faster, his thrusts deeper and more forceful, each movement designed to elicit a fresh wave of agony from Mary.
"I'm going to take my time with you," Alex said, his voice laced with cruelty. "After all, I just came in your pussy, so it might take me a while to get off in this tight little ass of yours."
Alex, a wicked grin spreading across his face, savored each inch as he thrust back and forth. He hummed the tune of "Singing in the Rain," his voice a cruel, mocking parody of the cheerful melody. "I'm singin' in the rain," he pushed deeper, his cock stretching her tight hole, eliciting a fresh wave of agony from Mary.
Mary screamed, a sound of pure, unadulterated agony, as Alex began to move. His hips pumped in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust designed to maximize her discomfort and pain. Her body bucked and thrashed beneath him, but Georgie and Pete held her wrists firmly against the floor, their grips unyielding, rendering her unable to escape the brutal assault.
"Just singin' in the rain, what a glorious feelin'," Alex withdrew slightly, only to drive back in. His movements were precise and measured, each penetration a fresh torment. "I'm happy again."
Frank, his eyes wide with horror, could see the pained look on his wife's face. The contortions of agony and humiliation were etched deeply into her features. "Please, stop! You're hurting her! Please, for the love of God, stop!"
Alex ignored Frank's pleas, his voice rising with each word. "I'm laughin' at clouds, so dark up above," he angled his hips, changing the depth and pressure, ensuring every movement brought her maximum discomfort. "The sun's in my heart, and I'm ready for love." He pulled back almost entirely, before surging forward, filling her completely once more. His cock pulsed with each movement, a cruel reminder of her helplessness.
Mary, her body shaking with sobs, her voice choked with tears and pain. "Please. Just make it stop. I can't take it anymore."
Alex began to move faster, his hips snapping forward with each word. "Let the stormy clouds chase, everyone from the place, come on with the rain, I've a smile on my face."
He varied his pace, sometimes slow and torturous, other times fast and brutal, keeping her off balance and in constant agony. "I walk down the lane, with a happy refrain, just singin', just singin’."
Alex drove into her with a final, brutal thrust, his body tensing as he reached his climax. "In the rain..." His voice was a low, guttural groan as he spilled himself into Mary's ass, the sensation of his release intense and overwhelming, his body quaking with the force of his orgasm. The room filled with the wet, obscene sound of his release, a stark contrast to the cruel melody he had been humming.
Mary cried out, a sound of pure horror and despair, as she felt his hot seed fill her. The sensation of being stretched and filled was overwhelming, her senses reeling from the sheer brutality and humiliation of the act. Her body shook with sobs, each one a testament to the agony and degradation she was enduring.
The room was thick with the scent of sex and the acrid tang of fear, a pungent reminder of the power dynamic at play. Frank, watching from the sidelines, felt a mix of horror and helplessness, his eyes wide with disbelief at the cruelty unfolding before him.
Alex, still trembling from his release, slowly withdrew, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "That was just the beginning, love. We've got a long night ahead of us." His words hung in the air, a chilling promise of more to come, as Mary lay there, her body and mind shattered by the brutal assault.
He turned to Frank, his eyes gleaming with malice and amusement. "Well, my brothers, look at that, love. Your husband's dick is rock hard now. Isn't that something? He must really be enjoying the show."
Mary, her body aching and trembling, turned her head to look at Frank. Her eyes widened with horror and betrayal as she saw the evidence of his arousal. "Frank, no," she whispered, her voice a broken, desperate plea. "Please, tell me it's not true..."
Frank's face was a mask of utter humiliation and shame. He could only shake his head, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm sorry, Mary. I'm so sorry..."
Alex chuckled, a sound devoid of warmth. "Oh, don't be sorry, old man. You're just a natural-born pervert. Isn't that right?"
The other Droogs joined in his laughter, their voices echoing in the room, a cruel chorus to Frank's humiliation. Mary's sobs filled the air, a heart-wrenching symphony of betrayal and despair. The room was thick with tension, the promise of more brutality hanging heavy over them all.
Dim, his eyes gleaming with malice and lust, moved into position behind Mary. His cock was already hard and ready, a cruel promise of more to come. He grabbed her hips, his fingers spreading her ass cheeks as wide as he could, as he positioned himself at her entrance. "My turn, love," he taunted, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "I'm going to make you feel every inch of my hard cock."
Mary, her body already aching and trembling from Alex's brutal assault, sobbed. Her voice was a broken, desperate plea. "Please, no more. I can't take it. Please, have mercy..."
Dim chuckled, a sound devoid of any warmth, as he pushed into her with a single, brutal thrust. He filled her completely, his cock stretching and invading her already sore and abused passage. "Oh, but you will, love, you will. I'm going to use you like the little slut you are."
He began to move, his hips snapping forward with a relentless, punishing rhythm. His cock pounded into her with brutal, unyielding force. Mary screamed, a sound of pure, unadulterated agony, as he drove into her. Each thrust was designed to maximize her pain and discomfort.
"Such a tight little ass you've got there, love," Dim mocked, his voice laced with cruelty. "I wonder how many more cocks it can take before it tears apart. Shall we find out?"
Frank, his voice hoarse with desperation, pleaded, "Please, stop! You're hurting her! Please, for the love of God, stop!"
Dim ignored Frank's pleas, his hips moving faster, his thrusts deeper and more forceful. Each movement elicited a fresh wave of agony from Mary. "Oh, but we are just getting started, old man. And you're going to watch every second of it. Your cock getting harder and harder. Isn't that right, love?"
Mary, her body shaking with sobs, could only nod. Her voice was choked with tears and pain. "It hurts so much. I can't take it anymore."
Dim chuckled, a sound devoid of any care, as he continued his brutal assault. His cock slid in and out of her with a wet, obscene sound. "You are going to take more, love. The Milk-Plus is making sure my dick is hard and ready to come in you."
Dim's movements became a blur of frenzied, relentless motion. He drove into Mary with a force that left her gasping for breath. Each thrust was a brutal, unyielding invasion of her most intimate place. Her screams echoed through the room, a haunting melody of agony and despair, as Dim's cruel words sliced through the air, a vicious counterpoint to her suffering.
"Christ, your ass is so fucking tight," Dim taunted, his voice a low, menacing growl. "It's like it's trying to milk my cock. I bet you can take it all, can't you, love? Want to see how much you can handle?"
Mary, her body wracked with pain and trembling with each brutal stroke, could only sob. Her mind was a whirlwind of humiliation and sheer, unbearable agony. Dim, his body tensing with the impending release, let out a guttural, animalistic groan as he reached his climax. His cock pulsed and spilled his hot seed deep into her with a final, merciless thrust. "Fuck, take every drop of my come in your ass you whore."
Mary's cry of horror and despair was raw and primal, her body convulsing with the overwhelming sensation of being stretched and filled beyond endurance. Her sobs racked her frame, a testament to the brutal, degrading act she was forced to endure, as Dim pulled out, his cock slick and glistening with the evidence of their sickening union, a grotesque, obscene sight that sent a fresh wave of revulsion through her shattered mind.
Mary, her body already broken and her spirit crushed, made no attempt to resist as Pete released her wrists. She lay there, a limp and compliant figure, her body wracked with sobs and whimpers, a pathetic, helpless sight. "Please, no more," she whispered, her voice a broken, desperate plea. "I can't take it. Please, have mercy..."
Pete, a wicked grin spreading across his face, took his place behind Mary. His eyes gleamed with malice and anticipation. He gripped her hips tightly, positioning himself at her entrance with a cruel, deliberate motion. "My turn, love," he taunted, his voice a low, menacing growl. "I'm going to fuck you and you are going to beg for me to stop."
Pete's laughter was cold and unfeeling as he drove into her with a single, brutal thrust. He filled her entirely, his cock stretching and invading her already tender and abused flesh. "I'm going to treat you like the little whore you are," he growled, his voice dripping with contempt.
He began to move, his hips snapping forward with a relentless, punishing rhythm. His cock drove into her with brutal, unyielding force. Mary's whimpers and sobs filled the room, a haunting melody of agony and despair, as Pete drove into her. Each thrust was designed to maximize her pain and discomfort.
"Christ, your ass is so fucking tight," Pete mocked, his voice laced with cruelty. "It's like it's trying to suck the life out of my cock. I bet you are starting to love getting your ass fucked. Want to see how many more cocks it can handle?"
Frank, his voice hoarse with desperation, pleaded, "Please, no more..."
Pete paid no heed to Frank's desperate pleas, his hips driving with increasing ferocity, each thrust more intense and brutal. With every movement, a fresh wave of anguish washed over Mary. "Oh, but we're just beginning, old man," Pete taunted, his voice laced with cruelty. "You're going to witness every agonizing moment. Still savoring the spectacle? Your cock certainly seems to be."
Mary, her body shaking with sobs, choked with tears and pain. "Frank, how can you enjoy watching this?"
Pete let out a chuckle, a cold and hollow noise, as he relentlessly drove into her. His dick thrust in and out with a slick, lewd sound. "After all, I just finished inside your pussy, so it might be a while before I come in this snug little ass of yours."
He increased his pace, his hips moving with a frenzied, relentless rhythm. His cock drove into her with brutal, unyielding force. Mary's whimpers and sobs filled the room, a symphony of pain and despair, as Pete mocked and degraded her. His words were a cruel, mocking counterpoint to her suffering.
"Fuck, you're so tight, love. It's like your ass loves my cock in here. I wonder if all you are going to want after this is anal sex."
Mary, her body aching and trembling, could only sob. Her mind reeled with the sheer brutality and humiliation of the act. Pete, his body tensing, let out a low, guttural groan as he reached his climax. He spilled himself into her ass with a final, brutal thrust. "Fuck, yes. I’m going to come so hard in your ass."
Mary's scream of terror and despair was a gut-wrenching, animalistic sound. Her body shuddered violently as she was stretched and filled to the brink of agony. Wracking sobs tore through her, a harrowing testament to the vicious, humiliating ordeal she was being forced to suffer. Pete withdrew, his cock glistening and coated with the sickening proof of their twisted act.
Georgie, the last in line, stood behind Mary with a cruel, anticipatory grin. His cock was already hard and ready, throbbing with the promise of the brutality to come. With one hand, he gripped her hip, his fingers digging into her flesh with a force that stretched her skin. The other hand guided his dick to her asshole, which had been stretched and abused by his companions. He rubbed the head against her entrance, teasing her with the promise of more pain and humiliation.
He pushed slightly, just enough to make her feel the pressure, the promise of invasion. "Imagine it, Frank. Your cock in her ass, her begging for you to stop, to go slower. But you won't, will you? You'll fuck her just like we are. You'll use her like the little slut she is." He then thrust in, as quickly as brutally as the others before him.
Georgie chuckled, a sound devoid of any warmth. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight. Until you can't sit down without remembering every inch of my cock."
He began to push in slowly, savoring each inch as he breached her resistant entrance. "Such a tight little ass you've got there, love. It's like it's begging for more. And I'm going to give it to you. Every. Single. Inch."
Mary screamed, a sound of pure, unadulterated agony, as Georgie filled her completely. Her body bucked and thrashed beneath him, but she was held down, her wrists pinned, her face pressed against the cool floor. The room was filled with the sounds of her sobs, the Droogs' cruel laughter, and Frank's desperate pleas, a symphony of horror and despair.
"Fuck, I see what my mates are saying about your tight ass," he growled, his voice thick with lust and malice. "I bet your husband never gets to feel this, does he? He should. You should let him fuck this tight ass whenever he wants. Isn't that right, Frank? You should take what's yours. Make her suffer like she's made you suffer."
Mary whimpered, her body already aching and trembling from the previous assaults. "Please, no more. I can't take it. Please, have mercy..."
"Please, stop! You're hurting her! Please, for the love of God, stop!" Frank's voice was hoarse with desperation, his eyes wide with horror as he watched his wife's agony.
Georgie ignored Frank's pleas, his hips moving with a slow, torturous rhythm. Each thrust was deliberate and measured, designed to elicit a fresh wave of agony from Mary. "Oh, but I love how this feels. And Frank, you're going to watch every second of it. Isn't that right, love?"
Mary, her body shaking with sobs, could only nod. Her voice was choked with tears and pain. "It hurts so much. I can't take it anymore."
Georgie chuckled, a sound devoid of any warmth, as he continued his brutal assault. His cock slid in and out of her with a wet, obscene sound. "Oh, but you can, love. The Milk-Plus is making sure my dick is hard and ready to go. I'm going to take my time with you. After all, I want to make sure you remember this night for the rest of your life."
He increased his pace, his hips moving faster, his thrusts deeper and more forceful. Mary's screams filled the room, a haunting melody of agony and despair, as Georgie's cruel words sliced through the air, a vicious counterpoint to her suffering.
Mary, her body wracked with pain and trembling with each brutal stroke, could only sob. Her mind was a whirlwind of humiliation and sheer, unbearable agony. Georgie, his body tensing with anticipation, continued his relentless assault, his cock driving into her with brutal, unyielding force. The room echoed with the wet, lewd sounds of their union, a grotesque, obscene symphony of her degradation and his pleasure.
Georgie, his body tensed with a perverse, twisted satisfaction, withdrew from Mary with a wet, obscene sound. His cock glistened with a mix of lube and the fluids of his gang, a cruel, mocking reminder of the violation. Kneeling in front of her, he roughly grabbed her hair, forcing her head up to eye level with his hips, a wicked, cruel grin spreading across his lips, and a perverse, sadistic delight gleaming in his eyes.
"Listen up, you little whore," Georgie taunted, his voice a low, dangerous growl, dripping with cruel, mocking drawl and twisted, sadistic satisfaction. "You're going to finish me off. You're going to suck my cock until I blow my load in that pretty little mouth of yours. And if you don't do a good job, my Droog here is going to beat Frank to a bloody pulp. Got it, love?"
Mary, her body shaking with sobs, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps, shook her head in desperate, futile denial. Her voice was a broken, fractured whisper, a plea for mercy that fell on deaf ears. "No, please. I can't... I can't do this..."
Pete, his eyes cold and unyielding, stepped up to Frank. His cane was poised and ready, a merciless, brutal weapon. With a swift, brutal motion, he struck Frank directly on his hard cock. The impact echoed through the room, a cruel, mocking sound, a reminder of the power and control they held.
Frank cried out, a sound of pure agony and despair, as the cane connected with his flesh. It left a red, angry welt, a cruel, mocking reminder of the pain and humiliation they were inflicting. His body convulsed, his muscles straining against the tape binding him, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps, a desperate, futile struggle.
"Please, stop!" Mary sobbed, her voice a broken, desperate plea, a plea for mercy that fell on deaf ears. "I'll do it... I'll do whatever you want... just please, don't hurt him anymore..."
Georgie, a cruel, mocking smile playing on his lips, and a wicked, perverse delight in his eyes, chuckled. The sound was devoid of any warmth, a cruel, mocking echo in the room. "Oh, love, you should have thought of that earlier. Now, you're going to have to work for it. Hit him again. Make sure she understands the stakes."
Pete complied, his movements swift and brutal. He struck Frank again and again, across his chest and arms. Each impact was a cruel, mocking echo in the room, a reminder of the power and control they held. Mary, her body wracked with sobs, her mind reeling with horror and humiliation, could do nothing but endure. Her desperation was a cruel, unforgiving reality.
"Please, no more," Mary sobbed, her voice a broken, desperate plea, a plea for mercy that fell on deaf ears. "I'll do it... I'll suck your dick... just please, have mercy..."
Georgie, his smile never wavering, chuckled again. The sound was a cruel, mocking echo in the room. "Oh, love, you're going to do more than that. You're going to make me come so hard in that pretty little mouth of yours. And my Droog here is going to keep hitting Frank until I do. So, you better get to work."
Mary, her body shaking with sobs, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps, leaned forward. Her lips brushed against Georgie's cock, a cruel, humiliating touch, a reminder of the power and control they held over her. She began to suck, her lips and tongue working his cock with a desperate, futile fervor. Her mind was a whirl of fear, pain, and despair, a cruel, unforgiving truth.
Georgie, his hands relaxed at his sides, leaned back. A cruel, mocking smirk played on his lips as he watched Mary work. His eyes gleamed with a perverse, twisted satisfaction, a cruel, mocking pleasure. "That's it, love. Suck it good. Make me feel really good. But remember, you're doing all the work here. I'm just going to sit back and enjoy the show."
He reached down, his hand gently patting her head. "And don't you dare stop until I say so. You keep going until I come down your throat. Understand, love? Because if you don't, Frank is going to pay for it. And trust me, you don't want that."
Mary, her eyes watering, nodded, her movements desperate and frantic. The room was filled with the wet, obscene sounds of her efforts, a grotesque, humiliating symphony of her degradation and his pleasure. Frank's cries of pain and despair echoed in the background, punctuated with every hit.
Mary, her body trembling with each desperate, futile movement, worked Georgie's cock with a frenzied, desperate intensity. Her lips and tongue moved with a broken rhythm, a cruel, merciless reality. She took him deep, her mouth constricting around him as she tried to please him. Her mind was focused solely on giving the best blowjob she could, a desperate, futile attempt to satisfy her tormentor.
Pete, his movements aggressive and relentless, continued to occasionally strike Frank. Each impact was a cruel, mocking echo in the room, a reminder of the power and control they held, a cruel, unforgiving reality. Mary found it hard to concentrate, the sounds of her husband's agony a merciless distraction, a reminder of the stakes, a cruel, unforgiving truth.
"Please, stop hurting him," Mary sobbed, her voice a broken, desperate plea, a plea for mercy that fell on deaf ears. "I'm trying my best... I'm doing everything you want..."
Georgie, a cruel, mocking smile playing on his lips, and a wicked, perverse delight in his eyes, chuckled. The sound was devoid of any humanity, a cruel, mocking echo in the room. "Oh, love, you're doing a great job. But I want more. I want you to deep throat me. I want to feel your throat constricting around my cock. I want to feel you gag on me. Now, ask me what I want."
Mary, her body shaking with sobs, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps, complied. Her voice was a broken, desperate whisper, a plea for mercy that fell on deaf ears. "Please, sir... what do you want? How can I please you?"
Georgie, his smile never wavering, chuckled again. The sound was a cruel, mocking echo in the room. "I want to come in your mouth, love. I want to fill that pretty little mouth of yours with my come. And you're going to swallow every. Single. Drop. If you don't, we are going to beat Frank until he's a bloody mess. Understand?"
Mary, her body trembling with each desperate, futile movement, complied. Her lips and tongue worked Georgie's cock with a frenzied, desperate intensity. Her throat constricted around him as she deep-throated him, a cruel, merciless reality, a desperate, futile attempt to satisfy her tormentor, to save her husband from further pain and humiliation.
“I’m really close. Keep sucking my dick. Save your husband more pain.” Georgie moaned.
Georgie, his body tensing, let out a low, guttural groan. It was a sound of perverse, twisted satisfaction as he reached his climax. He spilled himself into Mary's mouth with a brutal, merciless force, his cock pulsing, his come filling her, a cruel, unforgiving truth, a merciless, unyielding reality. The sensation was overwhelming, the taste bitter and salty, the consistency thick and viscous. Mary struggled to keep up, her throat working frantically as she tried to swallow every drop, her eyes watering with the effort. The semen was thick and seemed to coat her entire mouth, making it hard to breathe, let alone swallow. She gagged, her body convulsing with the effort, but she kept going, knowing the consequences if she didn't.
Georgie, a cruel, mocking smile playing on his lips, and a wicked, perverse delight in his eyes, chuckled. "Good girl. You did a great job. Now, let's see how Frank is doing, shall we?"
The room was a tableau of degradation, with Frank still bound to the chair, his body beaten and broken. Mary, lying on the floor, her body aching from the brutal assault, watched in horror as the Droogs began to unfasten the tape holding him to the chair. Her heart raced with a mix of fear and revulsion, her mind struggling to comprehend the depths of their depravity.
Alex and Dim untied Frank, their movements quick and efficient, a stark contrast to the brutal slowness of their previous actions, as they dragged him from the chair. Pete and Georgie, meanwhile, grabbed Mary, their hands rough and unyielding as they held her down over the cushions, ensuring she couldn't escape the horror about to unfold.
Frank, his body trembling with a mix of fear and humiliation, was forced to his knees behind Mary. Mary's eyes widened in horror, her voice a broken whisper. "Frank, what is going on? What are they doing."
Frank's face was a mask of shame and despair, his voice barely audible. "I can't... I can't stop them, Mary. I'm so sorry."
Alex, his voice laced with cruel amusement, leaned down, his breath hot against Frank's ear. "Well my brothers, we aren’t done quite yet. Isn't that right, Frank?"
Frank's response was a choked sob, his body shaking with the effort of holding back tears. His body convulsed with revulsion, his voice a broken whisper. "Please, no more. Please, just leave us alone."
Mary, her voice a mix of sorrow and disgust, pleaded, "Please, don't hurt him any more. He's done nothing to you. Please, just leave us alone."
Pete, his voice a low, cruel purr, leaned down, his breath hot against Mary's ear. "Oh, but this is the best part. Watching you both suffer. Watching Frank show us the pervert that he is."
Georgie, his voice a mocking echo, added, "That's right. We are going to watch your husband lick up every last drop of come from your pussy and ass. Watch him try and make you feel better."
They all laughed as Mary's body convulsed with sobs, her voice a broken whisper. "Frank, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry."
Frank, his body trembling with shame and revulsion, was forced to his knees, his face inches from Mary's battered and leaking body. The sight of her, the scent of sex and violence, was almost too much to bear. His stomach churned, and he felt bile rising in his throat, but he swallowed it down, knowing that fighting back would only make things worse.
Alex and Dim held Frank's head, their grips tight and unyielding. "Now, now," Alex taunted, his voice a low, cruel purr. "You shouldn't waste all this... effort. Lick it up, you pathetic old man. Lick up every last drop."
Frank struggled, his body revolting against the idea, but the Droogs were relentless. They forced his head down, pushing him towards Mary's battered and leaking body. He could smell the musk of sex, the bitter-sweet mix of come and her own juices, and the coppery tang of blood, a sickening combination that made his stomach churn. His eyes watered, and he felt a wave of nausea wash over him, but he knew he had no choice.
“Stick out your tongue old man. Lick it all up until there is none left.” Alex said, right next to his ear.
He slowly stuck out his tongue and started to lick up the come. The taste was overwhelming, a bitter, salty invasion that made him gag. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her sobs a broken, desperate sound that tore at his heart. He licked and sucked, his tongue exploring every fold and crevice, cleaning her with a thoroughness that was almost clinical in its brutality. Each movement was a testament to his humiliation, a cruel reminder of the power the Droogs held over him.
“Good boy. You licked her pussy clean. Just one more hole to go.” Alex laughed, pulling his head up higher by gripping his greying hair. He could now see the impact of what they had done to her rectum. Come was leaking out, but the sight of the slight bleeding only adding to his humiliation. He licked and sucked, his tongue exploring the depths of her ass, tasting the come of the men who had violated her. The taste was rank and acrid, a bitter reminder of the brutality she had endured. He could feel the tears streaming down his face, a mix of shame, anger, and utter defeat. Each lick was a torment, a cruel, unyielding reality that he could not escape.
Mary, her voice a broken whisper, pleaded, "Frank, please, don't do this. Please, don't let them do this to you."
Frank's response was a choked sob, his body shaking with the effort of holding back tears. His mind was a whirlwind of revulsion and humiliation, each lick a brutal, unforgiving act that he was forced to endure. The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the promise of more brutality and humiliation, as the Droogs watched, their cruel laughter and mocking remarks a chilling reminder of the power and control they held over them both.
As Frank finished, his body shaking with sobs and revulsion, the Droogs released him. Their laughter echoed through the room, a cruel, mocking sound that seemed to linger in the air. The room fell silent, the only sound the soft, ragged breaths of the couple, trying to recover their senses.
Alex, with a final, wicked grin, turned to the others and began to sing. His voice was a cruel, mocking parody of the cheerful melody, each word a twisted, sadistic reminder of the brutality they had inflicted. "Singin' in the rain, just singin' in the rain; What a glorious feelin', I'm happy again!"
The Droogs joined in, their voices a chilling chorus to Alex's cruel tune. They turned and left, their footsteps echoing through the house as they made their way to the front door. Along the way, they took pleasure in destroying what little remained of the couple's world, smashing furniture and knocking over decorations with a relentless, brutal force.
A lamp was sent crashing to the floor, its shade tearing and glass shattering, the sound a cruel, mocking echo of the violence they had inflicted. A chair was upended, its legs splintering as it hit the ground, a grotesque, obscene symphony of destruction. A mirror was shattered, its fragments scattering across the floor, a stark, brutal reminder of the shattered lives they had left in their wake.
Frank and Mary listened, their bodies shaking with sobs, as the Droogs made their brutal exit. Each sound of destruction was a cruel, mocking reminder of the power and control the Droogs held over them, a chilling testament to the brutality they had endured.
Finally, the front door slammed shut, the sound echoing through the house like a final, cruel punctuation mark to their ordeal. The room fell silent, the only sound the soft, ragged breaths of the couple, their world forever changed by the horrors they had endured.
Frank, his body trembling with shame and revulsion, turned to Mary. Her eyes were filled with tears, her face a mask of pain and despair. He reached out, his hand shaking, and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, a small, futile gesture of comfort in the face of their shared trauma.
"Mary," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry."
They clung to each other, their bodies shaking with the force of their sobs, their minds reeling with the sheer brutality and humiliation of what they had been through.