Torture The Widow

Chapter 13 – Coffin Gangbang

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"Everyone's here, it's time for the family to fuck you on Trace's coffin," said Mary Ellen starting to untie me from the chair.

She was right. There were a good fifty Donaldson's milling quietly about. They'd all come by to pay their respects to the widow and examine Trace's medals. The constant tinkering with the medals had caused my labia to bleed and someone was going to have to reimburse the funeral home for the ruined cushion. My arms had lost their feeling and my hip sockets were hot little balls of pain by the time Mary Ellen unpinned Trace's medals and untied me. I was a borderline hysteric from the pain and mistreatment. I felt to the floor in a heap unable to move and moaning in pain.

"Oh quit being a big baby," said Mary Ellen reaching down to take hold of the dildo sticking in my cunt. Robbie grabbed my hair to pull me to my feet and bent me over so Mary Ellen could access the dildo from my rear.

"Wider, bitch," said Mary Ellen kicking my legs further apart.

I thought my guts were being sucked out when she grabbed the end of the dildo and pulled it out with one swift motion. When she sensed how much pain she caused, she smiled and immediately rammed it back inside me hard. She put the palm of her hand against the flat base and hit it three or four times. That caused a sharp pain somewhere deep inside my female plumbing. Then Mary Ellen took a firm grip on the dildo and twisted it. It had a curved tip and the feeling of that enormous latex cock head spinning in my female parts caused me extreme pain. To keep me from blacking out, Denise held a bottle of poppers under my nose. I didn't know how much more abuse I could take.

"Does that hurt, Rozz?" taunted Mary Ellen.

"Yes, you're killing me," I replied through tear filled eyes. My insides were on fire.

"Good, that's as it should be,' said Denise who was standing behind Mary Ellen wishing it was she torturing my cunt.

"Rosalind, it is fitting that you bleed at your husband's funeral. He was a wonderful son and a true American hero," solemnly spoke the General watching as Mary Ellen finally pulled the dildo out for good. The Donaldson's were given to speaking that kind of patriotic psychobabble. The tip of the dildo was coated with my blood.

Mary Ellen removed the dildo from my vagina but left the one in my asshole. I felt like a very long and thick snake had crawled up in my guts and stayed there.

"I'll leave the one in your ass. It's tighten you up so you'll feel it more when they fuck you," said Mary Ellen. "It'll act a bushing."

Did I mention that Mary Ellen had a mechanical engineering degree? In her case, she used it to design instruments of torture.

The funeral director showed up to lower Trace's coffin to where it was almost on the floor.

"Let's hang her head off the end of the coffin so they can skull fucked the bitch too," said Robbie my brother-in-law.

"Good idea, she can take two cocks at once," said Mary Ellen.

"She can also eat pussy," added Denise.

Robbie and Mary Ellen laid me down on my back and restrained my arms and legs with belt strapping that reached under the coffin. I was spread out like a starfish belly to the ceiling. Mary Ellen found a small cushion from somewhere to elevate my butt. They positioned me so my head hung off the end of the coffin. Mary Ellen placed two silver hooks in my nostrils that were tied to bottom of the carrier holding the coffin. She tightened them to where the top of my head pointed almost straight down. It was painful as hell. I felt like my nose was being ripped off. I'd be sucking cock upside down. Trace and Mary Ellen as per usual tightened the straps until my shoulder and hip sockets were on the absolute edge of dislocation and in horrible pain.

Any Donaldson family event from a wedding to a funeral and including Christmas and Easter was an excuse for a gang rape of some female member that was in disfavor. If you were a Donaldson female sooner or later your number would come up and you'd find yourself like me strapped down facing a long line of horny men intent of blowing their load inside one of your holes. It had happened to Lois, Mary Ellen and Denise.

My first Thanksgiving with the Donaldsons after Trace and I were married, Robbie announced that Denise had been fucking around while Robbie was overseas. Picture this. It's a postcard Thanksgiving with about thirty of us seated around the table. We've eaten the main meal, drunk some terrific wine and were having dessert when Robbie passes around a set of pictures of Denise pregnant as all hell sucking and fucking this tall skinny black man. She'd whelped her brat a couple of months ago so the photos weren't recent.

The guy is lying on a chaise beside a swimming pool. The photos looked like they were taken with a telephoto lens.

"Oh my God," said Denise.

"Yes. Oh my God it is. A friend of mine took these photos. When Denise emailed me she was going to Bal Harbor to visit her sick mother and that was her third trip down there in the last three months, I got suspicious. The guy whose cock she's sucking is Lee Catalin. He and Denise used to date before she met me," said Robbie.

Lee Catalin was hung like a horse and I could certainly see why Denise was interested. It was a little weird that he was hot for Denise given that she looked like she had swallowed a beach ball. But pregnant women turn some men on. Hell, some men like fat girls or women who've lost a limb or have scars especially burn scars. I met a girl at a club in NYC who had been horribly burned on her back in an explosion at a chemical plant. Her scars were enough to make you loose your lunch but she didn't lack for men who wanted to run their tongues over her ravaged flesh as they fucked her.

In the photos, Denise was at a pool party and there were other couples fucking beside Lee and her. When I thumbed through the photos I saw that all the men were black and the women white.

"Care to explain yourself, Denise," said Robbie.

"Lee belongs to a Yahoo Group, South Florida Black Men and the White Women Who Love Their Cock," said Denise.

I started wondering whether there was a New England counterpart. The thought of fucking a number of black studs sounded inviting. I made a mental note to go out on yahoo's groups and do a search.

"Keep talking, bitch," said Robbie.

"He asked me to join. They hold monthly parties at one of the member's homes. I flew down to attend. I was lonesome while you were gone, Robbie. It didn't mean anything. I was horny and needed some cock."

We all retired to the basement media room/dungeon for port and cigars. Robbie made Denise stand up in front of every one and strip naked. For a woman who had a baby three months ago, she looked pretty damn good. Robbie with Trace's help restrained Denise standing up then the two of them stripped to their waist. They selected two different types of whips and went to work on Denise's front and back. After they had whipped her to a state of hysteria, they lashed her across a padded bench and all the men fucked her. I pussy was positively dripping by the time I watched my husband mount Denise and shove his cock in her. Her body was covered with whelps and bleeding from dozens of small cuts.

All the men fucked her pussy or ass while she quietly sobbed her pain like the true Marine she was. Now, I'd been caught fucking the staff at the hospital and it was my turn to be raped. As I lay there totally exposed and open, I thought about what was going to happen to me and I got turned on. How many women are lucky enough to be tied across her husband's coffin then fucked by all the male members of his family. In spite of the discomfort, I was looking forward to the next part of the wake.

Mary Ellen had hardly stepped away from me before General Corwin and Corwin Junior appeared.

"If you don't mind, Mary Ellen, my son and I would like to screw Rozz first. Trace was my favorite nephew," said General Corwin Donaldson, Trace's paternal uncle.

"Go right ahead. Don't be gentle with her," said Mary Ellen.

"Pussy or mouth," General Corwin asked his teenage son who already spend time fingering me while he examined Trace's metals.

"I'll take her mouth," said Corwin Junior surprising me. I'd thought he was a pussy man.

A hard cock immediately slid between my lips. Corwin Junior had that overeager nervous attitude you find when screwing young boys.

"Slow down, Junior, take your time and enjoy yourself," advised Cornelia his mother who was standing nearby watching her husband and son screw me.

I felt the General working his dick in my cunt. Mary Ellen had been right. The combination of how I was tied and the dildo up my ass made my pussy tight and intercourse painful.

"For a whore that likes to fuck as much as she does, she feels damn tight," commented General Corwin starting to fuck me.

"Left tit is mine," yelled Corwin Junior taking my left nipple in his mouth and giving it a painful bite.

"Not so hard," I cried to no avail. In fact he bit me harder grinding my areola with his molars.

General Corwin must not have had a preference because he immediately went for the right and I felt a sharp pain as he captured a nipple between his molars and crushed it.

"Can we have Rosalind after the men have finished with her," pussy-loving Priscilla asked her mother.

"We'll have to talk to Mary Ellen about that. The way you dad and brother are going after her, there may not be much left," laughed Cornelia.

Corwin Junior was into throat fucking and in my situation all I could do was relax my esophagus and let him have his fun. I could move my jaw and tongue sufficiently to help relieve him of his load but I was totally immobilized topside. Junior blew his load quickly and one of the other cousins replaced him. General Corwin finished and was replaced in short order. The Donaldson's don't give you time to catch your breath. I'd swallow a mouthful of cum and a second later feel another clock pushing past my lips.

I lost all track of what was happening. I was never free of cock for more than a few seconds. My pussy and throat were raw. My tits were covered in bite marks. The holes that Mary Ellen had punctured in my labia to display Trace's medals were bleeding. It was the kind of gang fuck the Donaldsons excelled at. When it was over, I felt barely alive.

In my opinion, Mary Ellen is a female Marquis de Sade but with better technology. The way I was positioned, intercourse was painful. Cocks were fucking upward scraping my G-spot bloody. The kind of pain that would make you whimper and beg if someone wasn't pushing his cock down your throat making that impossible.

It was time for music and everyone who wasn't fucking me took a hymnal and the singing started.

The organist started playing one of Trace's favorite hymns, "Near My God to Thee." After that the Donaldson's as a family enthusiastically sang, "Marching Christian Soldiers." I would have loved to join in the singing but I had a large cock in my throat. One of the women performed a solo of, "Ave Maria". She had glorious soprano voice. Someone with a terrific Irish tenor sang "Mother McCree" and that brought tears to my eyes as it always does. "All Hail The Power of Jesus' Name" and "A Mighty Fortress Is Our God" ended the singing.

Given that I was servicing two at a time, I lost count of the number of cocks in my gangbang. One of the problems with being the object of a gangbang is that a girl is usually too drunk or exhausted to know how many guys have fucked her. You can only estimate later when you're bragging to your girlfriends about it. I'd say upwards of thirty. If Mary Ellen was a friend, she would have taken a piece of chalk and made fence and post marks on Trace's coffin so I would know.

I swallowed enough semen that I felt very full, like I had eaten a large bowl of clam chowder. My tits were chewed to shreds and bleeding when the men and boys finished with me.

After the men finished, little Priscilla hopped up on the coffin and sucked cum out of my pussy.

"Priscilla is such a cum-slut," I heard Cornelia laughingly say. "She loves to eat pussy that's full of cum. She must be in heaven right now."

Priscilla jerked herself off while she ate me. She came pretty quickly. I'd love to take that little cunt to some lesbian clubs in NYC and turn her lose.

During the last hour of the wake, several of Trace's relatives eulogized him. I was too exhausted to listen but later Denise sent me a video of the wake with great footage of me on top of the coffin and complete recordings of the eulogies. I'll transcribe them for you in the following chapters. Trace had done some very interesting things that I didn't know about.