A Walk in the Woods

A Walk in the Woods. Part 4 - Picnic

"Wakey wakey! It's a gorgeous morning and we're going for a picnic".

The sound of our chief captor woke me with a start. As I jerked up in alarm, the chain attached to my collar pulled me short, and I remembered where we were. A picnic in the forest sounded nice - but I knew it wouldn't be. What evil plans had they for us today?

"Breakfast is on the tray beside you. When you've finished that you can put on the nice new clothes we've bought you. You've got to look good for your furst prefessional engagement."

My heart sunk. This was not going to be good. It would involve pain, humiliation and rape for both me and Michelle, I was sure. Before i could say a word, he continued "...I'll not spoil the surprise for you, so don't ask".

Our new clothes were shown to us - they didn't amount to much. A short skirt, a skimpy nylon blouse, black stockings and a red suspender belt, and high heeled sandals for Michelle, and a pair of shorts, white tee shirt bearing the slogan "God is love" and open toed sandals for me. No underwear - but that came as no surprise. My shorts and tee shirt were a tight fit, and I wondered how they could have got my size wrong. Michelle, however, looked stunning in her outfit. They had even bought her some make-up, and she applied that gladly. I think she wanted to feel human again but I knew that that was just part of the game.

We were both taken outside and into 2 off road vehicles, one of us in each, and we drove off, heading somewhere deep in the forest. After 30 minutes or so we stopped, and told to get out. We were in a grassy glade, surrounded by tall oaks and beeches, very secluded. And to my suprise, there on the grass an old fashioned picnic was set out - red gingham tablecloth, plates of neat sandwiches, sausage rolls, fancy cakes, a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and champagne glasses.

"We thought you desrved a treat" one of our captors said. "A nice picnic in the forest. What could be nicer? We'll leave you to it, and you'll be picked up later. Oh, and there are video cameras around, so don't bother trying to escape." And the 2 cars drove off, and soon were out of earshot.

By now it was lunchtime, so we began tucking in to the picnc. It was all very sedate -passing cucumber sandwiches, pouring the bubbly, eating chicken legs, biting into sausage rolls. I began to relax and enjoy it. Then a distant roar, which grew louder quickly, and suddenly a dozen motorbikes arrived in our secluded heaven. None of the riders wore helmets, their hair was long and some wore beards. A number of females were riding pillion. We started in alarm.

Dismounting, a big man who was evidently the leader, boomed "Hey boys. Look what we've got here! These kind people have set up a picnic for us. Say thank you to the nice people" and he leered. "Lady, be so kind as to pass me the cucumber sandwiches. Oh, I seem to have eaten the last one!"

The rest of the gang lounged around on the grass, "Lady, would you be so kind as to take the plates around to the boys and girls here?" Michelle stood up, taking a plate of sausage rolls. As she passed the leader he put his hand up her skirt, and Michelle squealed. "Hey boys, she's got no panties on. I guess she's here for more than a picnic. Ain't we lucky?! Let's see what we've got to play with." And he lifted the skirt high to reveal my wife's shaved cunt and naked ass. "Yep, we're gonna enjoy this picnic".

Several bikers grabbed Michelle's arms and legs, as she screamed in fear.. In an instant she was spread-eagled on her back on the grass. Before I could begin to move, several more had grabbed me. "Just watch your wife mister, she's gonna get something you can't give her." When rape is inevitable, sit back and watch, as Confucious almost said."

Stakes were being hammered into the ground around my wife, and ropes attached to her wrists and ankles, pulled tightly around the stakes, spreading her legs wider than I'd ever seen her do in the past.

The leader pulled out a large knife, and approached my terrified wife. With a few quick movements her sliced away her blouse and skirt, leaving her naked except for her suspenders and stockings. "I love the way they frame her cunt" he said, "Just one more thing. Need to do this right" and he spread her hair out on the grass, displaying her hair and face. "OK, who's got the camera?"

One of the biker chicks moved in with a camera, a good quality DSLR, and started snapping. She seemed to major on close-ups of her wide open cunt and her terrified and tearful face. Then members of the gang posed with her, they all seemingly wanted a portait of themselves with Michelle, mostly grasping her tits tightly and twisting them, or with their face by her cunt as they pushed their hand in, or pulled her cunt lips extra wide.

The guys holding me wanted their turn, and I found myself sitting on the ground, tied to a tree with my hands bound in front of me, watching my captors feeling my wife for the camera. When they had finished, the gang leader stood over my wife, and ordered "watch me, slut. See what's coming next. Don't you dare avert your eyes." As his jeans dropped to the ground her eyes opened wide with shock. She was going to have difficulty accommodating that enormous cock, I suspected. He kept his leather jacket on - she was going to feel thise zips and buckles as he layed on her.

He spat on his huge hand, lubricated his cock, got on his hands and knees over her, and plunged straight in hard and fast and deep. Michelle screamed loudly, out shock, fear and pain. She had never taken anything so enormous before. Without a pause, he withdraw and thust in again, and again and again. "He won't last long at that rate" I thought. But I was wrong. The man had stamina. Eventually he grabbed her tits and squeezed as hard as he could, drawing another piercing scream, and came in floods inside her. Her scream changed to a sound of ecstasy. My wife is easily raped! And the biker chick photographed it all. She seemed particularly keen on photos of Michelle's facial expressions as she was raped.

While my wife was being raped, I had a series of mixed emotions. My brain told me this was awful, depraved and disgusting - but my cock told me something different. As the gang leader rolled off, others took his place, to a lot of banter, cheers and barracking. When all the blokes had raped my wife, it was the turn of the biker chicks. They had all stripped completely, adding further to my erection. One was quite fat, and I watched in horror as she spread her cunt and sat on Michelle's face, sliding her cunt up and down, then leaning forward, pulled my wife's labia apart hard, and buried her face in the mixture of male and female juices. I worried about Michelle suffocating, a worry shared, it seemed. A couple of bikers got her off by putting their fingers in the fat girl's cunt and lifting.

And then they were all done, that is, they had all cum inside my wife, or over her face and in her mouth. I had hopes that they would all ride off and leave us be. But no such luck.......