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My asshole felt quite full and my face was wet with the juices of the ass and pussy I had just eaten. The thrusts in my gut, mouths on my nipples, and the yet to be removed vibrator on my vagina again lead me to a new type of orgasm mild paralysis. Every single one of my erogenous zones was being stimulated so much that my entire body was sending the exact same sensation as a usual orgasm but I now felt it at my fingertips. I dared not move. I just kept myself going enough to breathe occasionally and to swallow the occasional cum that was poured down my throat.
I barely was able to follow what was happening to my husband while hearing another scuffle and him moaning and being moved. He had been fucked while held over the counter, something I had not seen happen as I was slightly losing track of time and reality, but apparently a new plan had formed. The ass in my face got out of the way and I saw him being hoisted up to his feet, his hands were now chained together. He was being held still by a large gay man his ass with rhythmic thrusts and slowly being turned around. His balls were being slapped by the man’s thrusts by his own balls causing him to buckle a little, not helped by the work being done on his nipples by two women who had adamantly said before that they were themselves gay/.
One of them grabbed his nuts, now wet from sweat, everyone else’s cum, spit and lube, and she pressed them together quite hard. My husband let out a yelp like a dog would if you stepped on its paw. I couldn’t even cry I was cumming so hard and my pussy felt so hot that I thought I might pass out at the combination. The ‘s grip though held him upright and turning and I saw his uncut penis now almost completely upright, its purple head exposed entirely. I had also failed to notice that another chain was now attached somewhere on the ceiling and with a pull, his hands were hoisted up. My husband was now almost hanging from the ceiling, while his leaking hard cock bounced from his fucker. He caught my eye through the crowd, but he was close enough to the bar that someone had climbed on top of it and already began his mouth.
I, myself felt the strapon leave my now tender anus. I was let go by the people holding my arms, roughly dropping me on the ground, now sticky from cum and beer. My rest was brief, as my arms were grabbed once more and I was hoisted by two big men, already having done a number on my husband’s ass I was sure. I was raised such that I was reclining on the men’s bodies on while on my knees. I felt sort of slouched but I didn’t even mind the uncomfortable position as I felt my hair grabbed and my face was given a large cock to suck I didn’t even care to see whose it was. It roughly pounded my throat, sometimes making me gag at the intrusion but my vagina was quickly attacked by a large vibrator. I caught a brief glimpse and it was a back rubber, I thought? But its rounder head did feel nice between my legs and I closed my eyes. The cock in my mouth spewed salty goo in my mouth, and without opening my eyes I was raised up, some hands also pulling hard on my nipples upwards. The confusing sensations forced me to groan loudly due to pain from my sensitive and already morally damaged nipples and the intense pressure I felt at my vagina from the vibrator. The cock was removed from my mouth when I heard a loud “AHH!!!” from my husband.
He was being whipped by some of those lunatics! His cock and balls were flogged very hard, making them bounce but to my surprise his erection hadn’t subsided at all. His face was grimacing and he had his eyes closed but when he opened them, the crowd had parted even more. He was given a good view of his cum and pussy juice covered wife moaning in pleasure, enhanced by the sadness and fear still lingering at the back of her mind, as he himself was being flogged and whipped. A sudden latex wearing shemale walked into my view and towards my husband and without warning extended a plastic device to his balls which snapped!
She had just shocked his dick and balls. I couldn’t cum at the sight of my husband being humiliated like this I thought, so I buckled, almost breaking myself free again, but the gay men just gripped me harder and additional arms were added to my legs. My nipples were now being ripped upon for my crime and I almost cried at the pain, closing my eyes. I also felt a somewhat soft dildo being prodded around my asshole and I opened my eyes to see my husband still being whipped, still looking at me, still fully erect. “What a hypocrite,” I thought as I felt the dildo enter my anus. I tried to buck again, as my orgasm flowed over me against my will, and to my surprise my arms were released.
It was a shortlived victory though as I felt a strong punch land in my stomach, knocking me breathless and on my hands and knees. I was now being kicked and slapped by the female crowd, the occasional whips on my pussy and ass sent pain into my stomach. Some of the whips also cracked at my tits, making them dangle. I realize now that this was not a full beatdown but rather a humiliation round to subdue me further into service. I heard my husband screaming but I couldn’t see what was going on only for the sounds of his cries turn from “Aaahh!” to “Aah Aahh Ahh!” Somebody probably filled his ass up in the meantime. I was not far behind, as I was being marauded, my ass felt a distinct new type of pain, a dildo being shoved in with no pacing unlike before. I shrieked like I hadn’t since my college basketball days when I went through a similar ordeal as a part of sick hazing. I was then raised up quickly from my arms and the dildo in my ass and while my head was spinning I was quickly reclined and lowered on my back.
I hadn’t noticed though that as my legs were also hoisted, that my back was not declining towards the ground, but the dildo in my ass was quickly replaced by the pressure of a cock. I opened my eyes at the feeling and saw that my husband had been given a similar position, only on his belly. He was on his hands and knees and DPd by the bartender and a gay man beneath him, still roughing up his nuts, as he retained eye contact with me how long was I being beaten for, I thought. I tried to keep looking at him but this was interrupted by two new hands determined to make my tits pay. I bucked my head back at the pain and gasped, my throat was then pulled backwards, and a dildo smelling of my ass was pushed into my mouth and worked like a plunger. I also felt someone enter my pussy and even muffled, I screamed at the hopes that the delicate and thin wall protecting my vagina from my guts would hold on. The plunging dildo was occasionally removed so that I could suck the cum out of someone in a quick manner but this went on likely for several minutes as well.
Then, slowly, my vaginal assaulter filled it, and so did the one in my ass release their cum. Like a toy, I was tossed off the person beneath me and though I tried to open my eyes and stand, I buckled, keeping my eyes shut for a second longer. When I opened them I looked around the room for my spouse, but just as I had thought he was gone, I saw him no longer naked. He had been put into a revealing white navel shirt with the bar’s logo on it, barely holding on at the seams, revealing his crusty, glistening and hairy belly and chest. His legs had been wrapped in black stockings and heels were on his feet. To top it all off, he was wearing a white tutu instead of pants. His arms were still restrained, with the bartender and the dicksucking twink playing with his cock and nipples. His cock was still hard and his gaze was numb while looking at me.
I was tossed some sweatpants and a tshirt, given back my shoes. My underwear was obviously gone for good. As I put them on, the bartender lady said:
“You’re free to go now,” and her hand left my husband’s groin, put a 20€ bill between his stockings. My husband looked around slightly confused but his usual determined look in his eyes was beginning to just slightly sparkle.
“Now, obviously, you get your phone and stuff back,” she said and gave my husband a tiny purse, “and I can already tell your husband might be wanting to get back at us. I’ll tell you why that’s not a good idea.”
She flicked on a TV behind her, which showed clips and security footage from several angles of me and my husband getting cock, dildos and being beaten down etc.
“While you were enjoying yourselves, we helped ourselves to your phones and gave you copies as well may they serve you well later in life. Our own copies will remain here and we found interesting people in your devices who might be interested in watching some of it. The security cam footage is almost an hour but the total material is well over 5 hours. Mutually assured destruction, baby.”
The Uber ride back to the hotel was awkward to say the least. My husband didn’t look at me once, just staring out the window and I felt strangely exposed even though I was more covered up. Back at the hotel once in our room, I tried to console him as he sat vacantly on the bed, staring at the ground. I rested my head on his right shoulder while carefully stroking his hair, avoiding getting stuck in the gobs of dried cum there. I felt sorry for the fact that he hadn’t gotten release, had only been used as a toy by others whereas I had cum multiple times. So carefully, I lowered my left hand to his chest, slowly petting his nipple.
He proceeded to flick my hand away. I then just stroked his chest, and moved my hand down to his groin, which to my further surprise was still semi erect. I became instantly wet in my loins. I just wanted to care for him so bad. He then flicked my hand away in a more agitated manner and mumbled something under his breath, and though he denies this today, I could swear I heard him mutter “bitch” under his breath. Also mad, being called that I darted up and said: “Maybe you’re the fag after all.” As he looked into my eye, I could see him fill with rage and as I started to retreat away from him, he grabbed my by my shirt, breaking its fabric such that my battered breasts began to show slightly. This gave me one more chance to back out, but he was too fast he stood up, grabbed my wrist and threw me on the bed on my belly, my ass up and he yanked the sweatpants off, exposing my hairy vagina and ample ass as I crawled away onto the bed and turned around to prepare to kick him off.
If I hadn’t been so aroused and terrified I might have laughed at the sight my lean, hairy and cumcovered husband ragingly dashing towards me in a nether shirt and a tutu, cock fully erect beneath. My thrashing legs were also quickly defeated I hadn’t the strength to resist for long and soon flat on either side of my husband. Luckily some the lube was still remaining as he pushed his cock in my vagina without warning damn had I missed that nice cock though. He further ripped my shirt apart and I began to play with his nipples like he always liked making him grunt in angry pleasure. He cupped my breast in one hand, slightly tender from before, and yanked at it hard as well though he was much more sophisticated about it. But then oh no, he tossed me on my belly and fucked my ass too. It hurt a little as he wasn’t careful at all, but it was quick. I could feel him pulsing and pushing cum into me. It felt like a minute of solid jizz being streamed into me and later in the shower I found out that it had been a lot indeed.
But as he collapsed and I turned myself on my back he was looking at me. He kissed me and I felt the smell of cock on his breath still. I chuckled. He chuckled. We both laughed. It was traumatic and painful as an experience but luckily neither of us was alone and we were out of the situation. We still at times watch the videos we were kindly given by the bartender together. We’ve been married happily going forward too, only the life is better. I guess that’s one way to get the Fword pass!
The end
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