Our Misfortune by JessicaS

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Our Misfortune

Part I. Oh, Gina!

Maxwell Cunningham

Gina Martinelli and I met at an introductory seminar for the Heath Integrated Business and Engineering Program at University of Tennessee at Knoxville. We both were majoring in Computer Engineering and Accounting. I was quite impressed with her physical attributes, olive skin tones indicating her Mediterranean heritage, coal black hair reaching about halfway to her hips, cobalt-blue eyes and luscious ruby lips topping off a 5'9" body which I estimated to measure a delightful 38D-25-38. She weighed around 145 pounds I found out later. She was very sensitive about her weight but I stole a peak at her scale one day. She was almost as big as I was at six foot, 175 pounds.

For the first two years we mostly studied together. That seemed to be all she was interested in. I dated many sorority girls in the education and nursing programs, while she tended to date scholarship athletes, primarily in football and basketball. Neither of us formed any lasting relationships.

We did talk about our lives beyond our current course selections, mostly on breaks from our studies. Her parents ran a Greco-Italian restaurant in Nashville, while my parents worked an Eastern Tennessee farm of over three hundred acres. We both decided to stay two more years and get MS's in Computer Science and MBA's in Supply Chain Management. She first broached the subject of sharing an apartment for our junior year. She pointed out that it was for convenience in studying, since our academic programs were congruent. We almost always took the same courses, although not always the same sections. We did take different electives with me taking Anthropology and History and her taking Psychology and Education.

We continued our dating patterns although during our junior and senior years we both entertained overnight guests or had sleepovers with others. The only bad thing was that I learned more about her love for athletes than I really wanted to know. She was quite vocal and the walls in our apartment were not the thickest. It disturbed my sleep when I was alone and was somewhat embarrassing for me and my overnight guests, who might become vocal, but at substantially less volume than Gina.

After our undergraduate graduation and having dinner with our parents with some drinking, we went back to our apartment, alone for a change and shared some celebratory wine. We both were a little tipsy and I found myself kissing Gina on the lips for the very first time. It felt very good. My kiss was very mild compared to her return. Our third kiss was like passion squared. I apparently had been hot for Gina for a long time but had considered her beyond the pale as a platonic roommate. She apparently had similar feelings, As I unbuttoned her blouse, she began unbuttoning my shirt. I popped her bra and soon we were both topless as the kisses morphed into full-scale making out. I think she went began caressing the bulge in my slacks a few seconds before my hands found their way under her skirt to her very damp panties. We dropped the rest of our outer clothing on the floor on the way to her bedroom. We stood by the bed kissing rubbing each other's sensitive places and stripping the last bits of underwear from each other..

She passively lay back on her bed which we had stripped of the upper layers of bed clothes and I went for the grand prize. I found myself licking the largest clit I had ever seen. She was moaning and pressing my head against her as I gave her button a thorough licking. I had discovered early in my love life that women loved feeling the texture of a tongue across their jewel. She certainly seemed to like it as she cried out, in no uncertain terms, "That's it! That's it! Fuck, oh fuck! Don't you dare stop!"

It only took a minute or two of back and forth with occasional swirls around her hard as rock pearl until she was screaming out her ecstasy as her hips bucked spasmodically. As she still had an occasional spasm, she whispered, "Oh, Max! That was so good! Why haven't we been doing this for the last four years?"

I had no answer; I mumbled back, "I dunno. You seem to like it now, though!"

She replied, "Oh, God, yes!"

I began sucking on her little man as well as exploring the interior folds of her labia with my fingers. After a few seconds, I penetrated her innermost sanctum, and received a response of, "Oh, yes, Max! You're the man, Max! Doing good! Please don't stop!"

A few more minutes and she was screaming out the joy of another outstanding orgasm as her entire body shook with pleasure. I decided it was time for the main event. I crawled up over her body into the lock-down missionary position. I quickly penetrated her love canal and then slid my arms under her, grasping her wrists, immobilizing her upper body. The final lock was to French kiss her lip to lip, with my tongue exploring the inner recesses of her oral cavity. She wasn't saying much, but she certainly wasn't complaining or struggling in her captivity as I slowly increased the tempo and power of my thrusts until one might say that I was pounding her unmercifully. She came in a few minutes; I continued ramming myself against her pubic area. In spite of being lock-lipped she was moaning and groaning, as I could feel her heat. Soon she was convulsing in climax again. Again, I plowed her most fertile territory unmercifully. I felt an overpowering rise in the sensations of my balls and cock and soon I felt the blessed relief of shooting streams of cum into her most private parts. This apparently was enough to take her over the top once more.

As she lay panting with occasional after spasms, her expression did not hide that she had just been done very well and was enjoying the afterglow. She murmured with a hint of command, "Max, that was the most incredible sex of my entire life. I hope you don't have any plans for the rest of the evening, because you're going to stay right here for the duration. Do you understand?"

I happily replied, "Yes, ma'am! Anything you say, Gina! By the way, I thought what we just did was pretty fantastic."

She gave me a passionate kiss with her hand on my little man, sharing her thoughts, "Whenever you're ready, I'm ready for round two."

The main difference in round two, as I took her through doggy style, kneeling prison guard, cowgirl, and reverse cowgirl, with her cumming at least once in each position, before I gave her my second load of the night. Her last comment before we went to sleep was, "I thought our first time was utterly fantastic; then, you were even better the second time. I'm warning you; I've got high hopes for our third time!"

Third time was not until morning, and although very good, I'm not sure it was better than the second time. Nevertheless, as we transported her parents to the airport, her mother asked her, "Gina, what happened last night?"

Gina blushed, and somewhat embarrassed, replied, "Max made me very happy last night!"

Her mother continued, "Give us some details, Gina!"

She responded, still blushing, "I may have already said too much. After we dropped them at the airport terminal. She kissed me passionately. "Did I say too much, Max?"

I answered, "Not really. It was obvious what happened before you said anything!"

She commented, "I hope your mother is less perceptive."

I told her, "Don't count on it!"

After we dropped my parents off at the airport, Gina stated, "At least your mother didn't ask any embarrassing questions!"

I explained, "She didn't have to. She gave me a look which said it all."

She asked, "Said what?"

I informed her, "It said, basically, so this is what you did last night, indicating the happy woman sitting in the passenger seat of my car."

She kissed me on the cheek and told me, "You were wonderful last night, Max!"

We weren't exclusive for a while, but after a month or six weeks of occasional 'outside' dating, we mutually decided that we really didn't want to be with anyone else. After two years of graduate school we were still going strong. At New Year's of our second year in graduate school, I asked her to marry me. She told me, "Yes, it's about time you asked!" We decided to get married right after we both received our MBA's in Supply Chain Management.

We both thought we would be getting jobs with industrial concerns in Louisville, Memphis, or Nashville. It turned out that our best offers were almost identical to each other from Oak Ridge National Laboratory. We passed our security clearance checks without any issues arising. We decided to take a two week trip as a honeymoon. We decided that we would be very leisurely driving no more than three or four hours a day. We decided that we would go north on the Blue Ridge Parkway, stopping frequently at roadside attractions and sleeping in a different small town each night. This allowed us plenty of time to consummate our marriage three or four times a night and still get adequate sleep. I felt like it was literally the time of our life. We went as far north as Gettysburg, spending two nights in the same place for a change, giving us a full day to tour the battlefield.

We ended up going east to the Lancaster county Amish country which was very quaint and photogenic. Next, we spent at day at the Hershey Amusement Park. Then we started our return through Harpers Ferry. After spending the night near Harpers Ferry, we turned back toward Knoxville and Oak Ridge. The road we took went along the West Virginia-Virginia border. It was rugged country only a few miles west of the Appalachian Trail.

A small thing can lead to much larger things. Gina needed to pee. There were no nearby rest stops. She told me her need was urgent as in 'If you don't stop soon, I'm going to have an accident in the car!' I noticed a gravel area by the side of the road. I suggested we park the car and go a hundred yards or so back into the undergrowth. Gina was prancing with her need, but shy about squatting in the outdoors. Finally, we were over a hundred yards off the road but could still hear cars going by. She was telling me how good it felt to unload her bladder. She asked me what to use to wipe herself. I suggested using leaves. Suddenly, we were surrounded by overall-clad men with nasty-looking rifles.

The apparent leader forcefully commanded, "Nobody moves and nobody gets hurt!"

Gina remonstrated, "Can I stand up?"

Condescendingly, he replied, "What part of nobody moves did you not understand?"

He then said, "Wipe your dirty bits with your panties!" while bringing his rifle closer to her direction.

She looked at him and then his rifle. Then she waddled out of her panties, which had been around her ankles, and wiped herself with her panties.

His next command caused my heart to jump in my throat, "Hand me your panties, you won't be needing them for a while."

He took her panties from her hand and stuffed them in a pocket of his overalls. He then ordered, "Missy, you follow Jimmy," indicating one of the men. He continued, "Mister, you fall in behind her. Jimmy, lead them to Green Leaf Meadow."

As we walked deeper and deeper into the wood and undergrowth, I despaired of figuring a way out of this. I was only one unarmed guy against four men with rifles. After a while I did get up the courage to inform the leader, "Sir, my wife only has sandals on. Are we going much further?"

He replied, "If she don't want to wear the sandals she can go barefoot!"

Jimmy never missed a step and Gina and I hurried to keep up with him. She was really not dressed for this, as she was wearing a sundress and sandals. Her only other garment since the guy confiscated her panties was her bra. We finally reached Green Leaf Meadow. It was a small meadow with a park bench. About ten feet in front of the park bench were two posts about five feet apart and about four feet high.

He directed, "Miles, let me have a four foot rope. Mister, put your hands behind you."

I put my hands behind me. It was an unarmed Gina and me against four riflemen. I put my hands behind my back. He roughly tied my hands together behind my back and shoved me onto the bench.

He turned his attention to Gina, commanding "Two more short ropes, Miles! Jacob, you and Miles hold Missy's hands so she can keep her balance. Missy, lift your right leg behind you. I thought I could see what was going on. I pleaded, "Don't do this to her!"

He replied, "Shut up unless you want to be gagged."

He then directed, "Jimmy, help me hold her right leg up". Gina was a very unhappy camper. She looked at me, pleadingly, but there was nothing I could do. I could tell it was very uncomfortable for her, as the leader skillfully tied her ankle to a notch about six inches from the top of the post. Once her right ankle was secured, they turned their attention to her left leg. They quickly secured her left ankle, again about three and a half-feet above the ground to the other post. The leader then addressed Miles and Jacob, "Okay, boys, lower her to the ground!" Gina was forced to support herself on her forearms or she would be eating grass. Her sundress gathered below her waist, fully exposing her entire body from just below her breasts to the tips of her toes. Her legs were split about as far as possible. I'm sure she felt very vulnerable, immobilized and with so much of her body exposed to the view of others.

Gina glared at everyone. I suspect she had a foreboding of what was coming her way. I couldn't look her in the eyes. I could only think about what I could have done differently to avoid our current mess. It looked like the perfect setup for what I strongly suspected was coming next.

The leader approached the situation as though it was a teaching opportunity. He pulled his overalls off and produced a semierect cock. He declared, "This is the cock-sucking orifice here." He indicated her mouth. He pulled her head up by her hair. He then pinched her nostrils shut with his fingers and shoved his prick in when she breathed through her mouth. He continued, "If she were to bite me, we would knock hubby's teeth out and then if it bled very badly, we'd knock her teeth out, too!"

He fucked her mouth a few times. Then he continued, "Gentlemen, look closely." He then pointed to her clit, "This is her button. Just like any other control device, it turns her on. After she's been fucked, you will only touch it with your fingers, but the first time, we can give her a treat." He started licking her pearl. She was gritting her teeth, but he knew how to eat pussy. She couldn't help herself; she started moaning. As he continued licking her. Her moans grew in volume and frequency. Then it happened. Her eyes rolled back into her head and somehow she began bucking her hips in the erotic joy of orgasm, despite her uncomfortable position. She looked at me and mouthed, 'Sorry, honey.'

I mouthed back, 'I love you.'

Apparently she was well lubricated because he penetrated her easily. She began moaning and groaning, "Oh! Oh! Ah! Ah!", several times.

This continued for what seemed like a long time but was probably less than ten minutes. Then she came hard. He continued banging her for another ten minutes. She came twice more with him filling her up on her third vaginal penetration orgasm. She looked sadly at me. She appeared to be broken. I didn't know whether to be sad or glad that she was cumming so easily. A few tears ran down her face. Even though she was coming like there was no tomorrow, I'm sure she felt totally humiliated. This was a very strong woman completely under this gang's control, being used as a fuck toy against her will. Her embarrassment and feelings of degradation were only accentuated by her four orgasms.

The leader then exclaimed, "Okay, Miles! Have at her!"

With Miles it was more of the same. After he used her mouth for a few moments, he fingered her to one orgasm and then after he penetrated her, she climaxed several more times before he nutted inside her. It was a long afternoon, By the time the other two finished inside her, they had fucked her for almost two straight hours.

Gina

I just wanted to pee. As I was doing my business, we were surrounded by four men brandishing rifles. One of them shouted out, "Nobody moves and nobody gets hurt!"

My legs were getting tired from holding my squatting position, so I asked, "Can I stand up?"

Condescendingly, he replied, "What part of nobody moves did you not understand?"

He then said, "Wipe your dirty bits with your panties!" while bringing his rifle around in my direction.

I eased out of my panties, which I had put down around my ankles, and wiped myself with my panties.

His next command caused my heart to jump in my throat, "Hand me your panties, you won't be needing them for a while."

He took my panties and stuffed them into a pocket of his overalls. He then ordered, "Missy, you follow Jimmy," indicating one of the other men. He continued, "Mister, you fall in behind her. Jimmy, lead them to Green Leaf Meadow."

Jimmy led us up and down from one path to another. I was clad only in a sundress, my bra, and my sandals. The sandals were not designed for heavy duty hiking but I did my best to keep up. After a while my feet started hurting, but I expected no mercy from these assholes. It seemed that we were trekking deeper and deeper into the wilderness. My feet were getting a little sore as my sandals were not appropriate footwear for long distance. Max must have noticed because he spoke to the apparent leader, "Sir, my wife only has sandals on. Are we going much further?"

He replied, "If she don't want to wear the sandals she can go barefoot!"

Jimmy was a fast walker and it was somewhat challenging to try to keep up with him. I wasn't dressed for this, but I knew I was not getting any sympathy from these yahoos. Finally, we reached a small meadow with a park bench and two posts.

The leader ordered, "Miles, let me have a four foot rope. Mister, put your hands behind you."

They tied Max's hands behind his back and shoved him onto the park bench. This didn't bode well for me.

The leader then turned his attention to me, barking out orders to his minions, "Two more short ropes, Miles! Jacob, you and Miles hold Missy's hands so she can keep her balance. Missy, lift your right leg behind you. Max pleaded, "Don't do this to her!"

The leader replied, "Shut up unless you want to be gagged."

He then directed, "Jimmy, help me hold her right leg up". This was looking worse and worse. I looked at Max but I knew there was nothing he could do. I couldn't tell what they were doing to me but I didn't think I was going to like it. I was feeling uncomfortable, exposed, and humiliated. I was very much afraid that this guy knew his knots and what he tied wouldn't fail. My position was very uncomfortable with one leg on the ground and one tied to the post.

The leader and Jimmy soon addressed that issue by lifting my left leg up and tying it the other post. The biggest problem was that they were splitting my legs almost as far as they would go. They finished securing my second ankle to the second post. At the leader's behest, the two guys holding my arms lowered my upper body to the ground. I could support myself on my elbows and hands and I was able to find the sweet spot between maximum split of my legs and maximum tension on my entire body. In this position my sundress gathered around my body near my breasts leaving my entire lower body completely exposed. My groin was being stretched which strangely seemed to excite my lady parts. It was an unusual position for sure. Anyone behind me could see everything that I had. This position forced me to arch my back. My legs were split near the maximum. I guessed that this was an almost perfect position for guys to fuck me in a sort of an inverted way. I felt very vulnerable.

Our Misfortune

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