The Punishment

Abigail felt strong hands grab her armpits and lift her up to her knees. She felt drugged, the world a cloudy dream, and made no effort to struggle against the man. She glanced up and saw one of the large black men unbuckling his pants, unzipping his fly and fishing out an enormous erection. It was only inches from her face.

The world and its reality started to come back to her, all too quickly. What were they going to do to her? She moved her tear-streaked eyes and saw that the other black man, the one who had pulled her up, and Melvin's friend were doing the same, reaching into their pants and slipping out hard cocks. They stood stiff in the cool night air. She turned to look at her ex husband. Melvin only watched on with a dull expression.

"I don't think I can do this," she heard Melvin say. His friend, Joey, snorted in reply.

"After everything she's done to you, man? You've gotta at least watch," he said, pulling on his hard, meaty pole. It strained anxiously in his hand like an animal happy to be out of its cage. Abigail felt a shiver of repulsion, one mixed with an odd feeling of fascinated anticipation, rush through her stomach. Unexpected yet delicious tingles tickled her nerves.

The three men began to stroke themselves over her, their hands wrapping and working frantically at their fleshy tools, and sick realization flushed Abigail's cheeks. She'd seen tapes of this; her present husband kept some hidden in a shoe box in the closet. It was called what? Bukkake? She'd destroyed them all, naturally, but only after viewing the videos with only the company of her vibrator.

"No," Abigail breathed and tried to scramble to her feet. One of the large men pushed her back down, and Abigail gritted her teeth as her knees banged against the unforgiving ground. She made no further attempt to struggle.