F.u.b.a.r.

[Kuuroinochou]

F.U.B.A.R.
A Twisted Scenario​

What would you do if you owned money to a well known mob? How would you go about paying your debt? What if the debt was the life of you and your family? All that you hold dear in this world completely stripped from existence simply because you couldn't keep track of some money. Sure it was a lot more money then you've ever seen in your life but it wasn't your money to spend. Even so you spent it, not some but all of it... who did you spend it on and does it even matter?

Even so you have three options: a) work until the day you die owning back that money, b) give up and let your family die like dogs because of your swindling, or c) orchestrate a plan to lure your beloved wife into a trap that would ultimately get her raped.

Sadly, option c was the course of action to take. No one could possibly find a job wealthy enough that would pay back all that money owed. And death just wasn't in the pictures. However, a beautiful wife, newly wed at that could easily pay off a debt if only she were in the wrong place at the right time. The only other option was that she'd know exactly who put her up to this... she would watch him closely as he stood there and every man in the room took advantage of her. Filling each of her holes with their hardened appendage. And every time she cried out for his help he could only close his eyes and look away, shame filling his vision.

Why was this happening? Why did it have to be me? I was loyal only to him, I loved only him and yet he choose to get himself involved with a mob. As each man ravaged me thoroughly I could only scream, cry out and beg for mercy. I would do anything to pay them back anything but this.. why?

Watching him now there was nothing I could say or do, nothing I could think that would make me forgive him for putting me through this. How on Earth could any man put his new wife through a predicament like this. Had I known he was involved so deeply with the mob I never would have married him. And even as the men filled me with their seed, splashing it over my face, my breasts, my stomach I found that it was not completely unpleasant. Was I a slut for enjoying it? Could I possibly forgive myself?

When it was all said and done, Terra's limp form was left on the dingy table top. Her body sullen and warn from the nights events. The men quickly cleaned themselves up and situated their cloths before each one walked out of the door. All but one man remained, Terra's husband. He stood there silently unable to look at her, unable to speak. What he was feeling couldn't possibly be as bad as what she was feeling. Hurt and confused, betrayed. Her body was sore, fucked thoroughly and yet a small portion of her had enjoyed it... perhaps it was just the female body. She couldn't understand it.

After reality had set in she allowed herself to move. Only then she would move. Sore body aching with every movement she skuttled about the dark room looking for her cloths. They had been torn or discarded but she managed to find them. Her sheer stockings ripped and barely hanging on by a thread. Her panties all but thrown out the window. They would be of no use. She had found her blouse a simple white one which could pass for dingy. It was sullen from earlier escapades before the men discarded it from her person. Her bra had found a worse fate, one man was a literal pyromaniac and had burned the damn thing.. only sinders of its existance lay in wait at the edge of the table.

There was no way to clean up. None of the sinks worked in the old building, there were no towels or anything. She didn't even bother looking at her husband... that word didn't sound right anymore to her. That man! Yes that sounded better.. he was a stranger to her, unknown. As she turned to him their eyes met and for a brief moment she wanted to feel him around her holding her... but almost as quickly her mind remembered it had been his doing.

And so she quickly looked away tears burning her eyes as she found her skirt which was surprisingly still intact. Slipping it on she tried best as she could to look presentable. Her hair would simply have to be, a rich reddish brunette, curly at one point through the day but had become limp and lifeless much like her spirits. She managed to make her way to the exit stumbling slightly as she realized she'd only one shoe on. Kicking the other off she figured there was no point in having them on. She walked pass the stranger who she knew as her husband, he seemed like he wanted to help her but was hesitant. She didn't care it was his fault this happened... all his fault.

Finally outside the cool air was a reward for such an ordeal. She had survived she would get through the rest of this night and come morning things would have to change. Namely a man she thought she loved....


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This story deals with a lot of twisted scenarios. Starting with the first one which is the wife being raped due to her husband's exploits with a local mob boss. Other scenarios will fill out thusly, does the husband feel guilty or is he oddly turned on while watching his wife take on other guys? Is Terra turned on by the actions taking place? Will she stay with her husband? Will the mob boss grow an affection to Terra...? So on and so on...

Anyone is welcomed to take on Terra's husband or the mob boss. Just PM me with a little info and we'll go from there.

 

[Kuuroinochou]

...on the ride home

That night, Terra found her own ride home in a taxi. Thankfully the men didn't want her money and only what her body could provide for them. Her purse had been retrieved with all money intact.

Once she had returned home it was in a slow rolling wave of emotions that she began to break down. First paying the taxi driver, then stepping out of the cab. She walked slowly to the front door shifting around in her purse for her keys. Tears welled up in her eyes as she frustratingly jiggled the keys in the door, none of them working more for her frantic state of mind. By the time she did open the door she was an emotional wreck. Closing and locking the door behind her she didn't even bother wondering where her husband was...

She made her way up the stairs to her room where she collasped on her bed. The bed she and her husband had spent many nights after their marriage. It was only a few months before their marriage but it seemed every night after that their sexual appetites couldn't be sated. One after another, night after night, she'd found herself returning to work the next day a smile on her face and a pep to her step. Most of the girls at the office were jealous for information on her nights, but she wasnt' stupid. She wouldn't give them reason to go sniffing after her own.

Even so... she couldn't believe that this was how her life had turned out to be. A well unsatiable sex driven man who would not even blink at the chance to turn her over to the mob if only to pay off his debts.

That alone caused a sickness in her which she quickly got to her feet heading for the toilet. She wretched what she could from her stomach feeling completely spent when she had lay her head against the cool porcelean of the toilet bowl. Flushing the toilet she stood to her feet undressing herself and hurrying to run hot water.

Once inside the shower she scrubbed herself thoroughly, so much so that her whole body was turning dark red against such caramel tanned skin. She continued like this for a good hour until she was satisfied that she'd managed to get the filth off of her body. Even so the sore ache between her legs was unmistakeable. She'd been used over and over...both holes literally ripped in two if she had any say about it. Still she found her softest silk night garments and slipped them on. After which she slipped under the covers of her bed not caring one way or another what her husband was doing or where he was. He probably already knew not to bother her if he choose to come home... and a part of her regretfully wanted to be with him intimately. Maybe it was all a bad dream and none of this had happened...she would wake to find him sleeping next to her. He'd wake and comfort her then make love to her until all her nightmares had slipped away into a blishful climax. How she missed those days.


=====OOC:
We got a mob boss now we need a husband and the stage is set. If you are applying for the husband please be open minded as there may be a time where he will be taken by other men.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

what a slut

*Racko Broga rolled his eyes*
"Hay Jimmy you got a good one to night enhh! What a slut, we fucked her and the old man just watched. I think he had'a chubby jus whatchin you! What a fuckhead he is." Rocko muttered.
occ:
Back round:

Rocko was owed some money by a guy. The guy couldn't pay, killing the guy was not in the cards, so to speak, so he made a deal, his wife for his life. The guy still owes the money, but Rocko is going to give the guy a "break", after all his wife did make "a down payment" on her back.
IC:

Rocko, Jimmy and Carl(some times Carlos) are riding back to Rocko's place. The car travels just under the posted speed limit. Carl is driving and Jimmy is next to him. Rocko sits in the back smoking a cigar waving it around in the air as he speaks.
"And those tits, when you came all over her face some slid down her chin to her tits. I thought he was going to wet himself. Check this out when Carl was fingering her ass, I saw him smile. Just a little smile a fuckhead smile, but a smile just the same. This guy is a fuckhead we may have to do her again with pain this time, beat'er or somthin and make him watch!"

As the car reached the house Rocko puts out the cigar and leans in,"We was at the Strip club tonight, right!" he askes.

"Sure Boss the stripclub!" they both answer. The car stops in front of Rocko's house and Rocko steps out. He looks back at the car. "You guys did a good job tonight, give some thought to our problem see what you come up with, let me know,good night!"