I do not know if it was the light whistling of the song birds in the garden or was it the enchanting jiggles from the wind chime, but when I opened my eyes, it was again sunny and I could almost feel the warm light on my face even though it was in air conditioned 24 degrees. AS again, I find myself kicked off the blanket which Rachel has carefully covered me with last night, in a way, that was a type of sweetness that I really enjoyed. But who wouldn’t wish for more, like maybe even perhaps having her inside the blanket with me. Then my thought quickly switched over to the 2 sexy vixens in the very next room and all the erotic and crazy thoughts mixed with certain reality. I am still not very sure that was real. Like, how offer do you get to play with casual travelling girls like this? Especially when those 2 are pretty much from back home. The thought of home totally shattered whatever fantasy I have as I pick up the message from my girlfriend, just a short “I am going to work now. Call me ASAP!” Well, like hell I would. I got up and stretched myself briefly as I opened the door and saw Rachel smiling walking past me.
“Well, if you are not ’too busy’, you can come help me with breakfast in the kitchen!” She kind of snared, in a cute way. I guess I couldn’t say no after all my mischiefs and not really helping day. So, I drag myself out and followed Rachel to the kitchen as she puts on her apron and started to prepare breakfast for day 2, Taiwanese style. Today breakfast is roasted biscuit, well badly translated by me anyway here. It is a sort of roasted pie with egg or beef stuffing inside the wheat crust and seems easy to prepared, but this is something I probably would never learn though.
I helped Rachel as she begins frying those biscuits with the preparations, well sort of anyway since I know nuts about cooking. But while all these busy breakfast making is going on, I can’t help notice the big apron she was wearing, with red strawberries and cute cupcakes all over it, tied with a huge red ribbon behind her waist. I miss say, she looks really cute, and attractive, but in a very healthy way. Droplets of sweat forms on her forehead as the heat started to build up in the kitchen and begin the gentleman, I did not even hesitated as I gently wipe it off with a paper towel. Rachel looked at me, paused and maybe stunned and it was only then I realized this girl is not my girlfriend, but rather my best friend’s wife! I did not know to continue looking at her face, with a little spot of flour on her cheek, or to look away, but I was quickly interrupted as I heard the sizzling of the biscuit in the pan before the biscuit got over burned. Rachel, of course, saved the day before that happened.
Just when we were about done with everything, I saw the Nelly and Grace walking by the kitchen with some luggage. Oh my god, are they leaving so soon! That was the first thought that came to my mind, but then I remembered I was the one registering for them and they are booked for a few days here! My mind took a deep breathe and relaxed. But where are they going?
Rachel invited them to come in for breakfast and they initially wanted to skip it, but Rachel assured them it was going to be quick. It seems the girls had booked a transport to bring them up the mountains for sightseeing and all and they just bring some of their luggage along, just in case. Well, that’s girls for you. So, I finally got to sit down together with all 3 of the girls finally as I poured everyone some black soya milked which Rachel has prepared from the flask.
I have to say, I think a nice breakfast with the girls is something memorable and I wouldn’t complain if I have to do it every morning until the day I die. As we seated down, I took a glare at Grace and I saw Nelly made a wink at me, for whatever reason, but it probably did not escape Rachel’s sharp eyes as she pulled over a chair and seated next to me, opposite the girls, still in her cute apron.
“Let’s have a great breakfast!” Rachel smiled and every picked up their eatery. I smiled as I looked at Rachel and suddenly, I could feel her aura of being the boss lady of the hotel, but only for an instant as she looked right at me, for some reason, due to guilt and perhaps other reasons, I quickly looked away and started eating. But all the same, Rachel quickly smiled and whispered “Thanks” to me before she took a sip from her soya milk.
That begins my breakfast with the angels as I would call it and that is a good start for Day 2. I am pretty sure it was going to be a great day ahead!
It was a quiet, well not really, with Nelly pretty chatty most of the time, breakfast in the summer. Most of the talk were about the scenery and the food and exciting to do. I finally seen Rachel smiled and talked quite a bit. Maybe she is just playing host, but it did not seems like she is a widow having a funeral at least. In a way, her smile is really a treasure.
After a short breakfast, they transport finally came. As the only guy in the hotel, I proceeded to help them move their stuff onto the car. It seems like they might be spending days in them mountain from the look of it, but that is just how much they are bringing along. As I as moving their stuff, Nelly pressed something into my hand and whisper to me softly as everyone was not looking.
“See if you have a use for it… And tidy up our rooms ok, honey?” She playfully licks my ears before dashing off onto the car. I did not have time to see what it was until I waved them off and all. When I finally saw it, it was a small tiny key. I wondered what it would open. But there will be a time for that later, since I better start making myself useful after a day of wasted time.
The funeral is proceeding once again with the chanting and all by the priest and Rachel is as usual kneeling down beside the fire pot burning papers for my dear departed friend. Sometimes I kind of really envy that. I wondered if I would even have someone who would care for me like this even after I am gone. Well, which comes to mind of my then girlfriend.
Well, it is not that we did not have a good relationship then. But things were just getting washed away. I seemed to be there because she needed someone so that she is not single, but attached. As compared to her peers. And I happened to be available. We did had out moments when we were dating, movies, sunsets, trips and yes, even sex. But sex is getting lesser and lesser as she focused on her work. We did meet up, but mostly it involved more than the 2 of us, well for dinner and all with her peer. Well, I wished sex were more than 2, but even for the 2 of us, it was getting less and less and I feel I am more like an accessories to her life. So, it really did not work out very well. But of course, I won’t really defend my betrayal in Taiwan. I did what I did and I know it is wrong to her.
Back to Rachel, I can only look as she looked silently into the fire. Even beneath her black dress and funeral gown, I can sense her sadness as tears drops from her eyes. To some point, it really hurts me to see her cry like this. I gave her a tap on her shoulder as I passed her some paper towel to wipe off her tears. I did not know what to say, except then kneeling down beside her and just shove paper into the fire as if it is what keeps it burning. What seems to be moments last almost eternity as we sat silent there, but the chanting and religious music in the background seems to be making this atmosphere even weirder then it need to be.
But before every storm there is a serenity of calmness. And this storm came in the form of an uninvited guest…
The bright sunshine was suddenly dimmed by a huge shadow coming in from the door. It almost felt like evil had approached and somehow that can be quite true as the man who walked in with little regards for the funeral, straight at Rachel and stop barely a few centimeters away from her. I quickly got up and gave him the look. Reluctantly, he picked up the joss sticks from my hand and paid his respect to my dear departed friend, before I heard he whispered something about some payment to Rachel.
I looked at Rachel and I could sensed that she didn’t like this guy much. He is tall, much taller than Rachel and huge in size and Rachel could hold her palm out signalling me it is ok.
“It’s just Mr Lee from the supplies store. It’s ok. I got this.” Rachel said calmly as she lead him into the hall and towards the the office room. I wanted to follow as well because I have a rather bad feeling about this, but Rachel signaled me to stay and take care of the funeral.
The next few minutes was like hell long as the chanting of the priest just circles around the hall, while I am wondering if everything is ok. I briefly remembered that all the motel debts was cleared and paid and for the rest, I did not recall the motel being in any financial abnormalities. So then, who the fuck is this Mr Lee who came in like some asshole who didn’t even give a damn to the funeral?
As I was lost in thought, I suddenly heard a sound. I sweared it almost sound like it is a scream from Rachel, but then it must had been too soft for a scream. But the first thing in my mind is that I just totally blamed myself as I stood up and dash towards the business room. Just what the fuck was I thinking leaving my best friend’s widow alone with a thug like man!
I slide open the door without even hesitating with full force and what I saw really shocked me. Mr Lee grabbed Rachel full in his bear hug and his hand was dug right into her top while Rachel was struggling and pushing. Needless to say, this fucking bastard must be groping her. I rushed in and when I was about to throw my punch out, the man quickly stepped away, letting go of Rachel as she fell to the floor, weak from her knees.
“Who the fuck are you?” The man still said as if he has all the rights in the house as he stepped away, but clearly towards the door as I believe he can sense that I was about to unleash hell on hell with extreme prejudice. Rachel looked up, her hair was in a mess, so I can only imagine she must had been in a struggle and shouted at the man finally.
“Well, he IS the new owner of this motel!” Rachel shouted as she gave me a glance. I starred hard at the man and he must had gotten scared or something because he just mumbled something to himself, turned around and just left. The same way as he came it. Like a fucking asshole.
“Get the fuck out of this place! We owe you nothing! If you dare come again, we will call the police!” Rachel almost screaming at him while she loses her grip and began to broke down in tears. I did the only thing my instinct told me and grab hold of her as she buries her head in my chest and weeps uncontrollably.
“It’s ok Rachel…. He is gone now…” I hold her tight to give her assurance that it was indeed and I could even feel that her bra was already unhooked as I wrapped my arm around her back. I gently brushes her messy hair from her face and tidied it up onto her back while she still recovering, her eyes in tears and I tried to calm her down.
I knew there was more to this than just the surface and I was about to find out why.
As Rachel’s tear subsided, she begin to tell me about Mr Lee, who is a supplier of some of the hotel daily needs including raw materials such as food and expendables. Since my friend had been around, Mr Lee had been a regular supplier and because he is nearby, he could provide stuff at a lower cost due to less transportation. Things had been good for a while, in business sense. but Rachel never really like him since the beginning because of the way he had looked at her sometimes. Rachel feel like he might eat her alive or something, like an animal looking it its prey.
One day, thing suddenly got worse. My good friend was out to town to settle something and Rachel was alone in the front desk. Being a summer day then, Rachel felt there was nobody coming in, so she decided to take a bath. But unfortunately, for Rachel, Mr Lee had decided to make his delivery that very moment when Rachel was in the bath. Instead of waiting, Mr Lee begin to come into the hotel snooping around and maybe he knew exactly what he was doing, he found his way to the bath place lead by the sound of the water. And he aren’t shy trying to peek in. Maybe he knew exactly it was Rachel.
Mr Lee flip open the side window and looked in as Rachel was taking a quick shower. The view from the window would give him a full access to her back view and Rachel would not immediately know if the windows was flipped open but a little slit. However, fortunately for Rachel, women always have this instinct to know when they are being watched on. But it didn’t take very long for Rachel to realized someone was watch and she quickly wrapped herself up with a towel. But she was pretty sure Mr Lee did have a good view for a few minutes. As Rachel walked out of the bath house wanting to catch whoever was peeking, Mr Lee had quickly moved back into the reception area so she couldn’t catch him red handed. Rachel looked at him in anger but there is nothing she could do. Instead of being sorry, Mr Lee played dumb after the peek show and just smiled.
After that day, Mr Lee, did try to pick time from time to delivery when my friend was out, maybe because he was spying and waiting for my friend to ride out in his motorbike before coming in. And he got a lot worse. At first, he would start to saying indecent things like how Rachel body had a good shape and all, but as Rachel ignored him, he got worse to sometimes even joking about how Rachel can get a discount from him if she play with his cock in between her perfectly shaped tits. Rachel, of course, was angry, but he did not really bring it up to my friend either because she understand Mr Lee really did provided them stuff at a really good price.
I hold Rachel close to me as she was crying and telling me about Mr Lee, I could feel her heartbeat racing as she was breathing heavily. I couldn’t help but notice how deep her cleavage was and I kind of really understand why Mr Lee would wanted to go that far too. I knew I was dying to want to put my cock in between her tits as well, so I knew I was no better than Mr Lee in a way, but of course, I keep having to mind slap myself reminding myself Rachel was the wife of my best friend. Rachel looked up at me and maybe she could read my thought, I felt so embarrassed to even dare to think about that while she had put her trust in me, but I realized something was wrong as tear began to drop from her eyes as she continued her story.
Things just got worse. A lot worse.
As my friend began to fall ill, he needed more rest and had to travel out less and less with Rachel running more and more of the hotel on her own and taking care of him. So sometimes, payment and all became slightly delayed. Rachel explained that most items were purchase adhoc and was not necessary to pay on the spot. But Rachel got caught up with the cheque sometimes and Mr Lee took advantage of this. He begin to come over more often to “collect his check”, but instead, often make suggestion that Rachel should “pay interest” for the delay. First, he started to touch and hold Rachel’s hand, then he definitely got worse trying to hug and even grope Rachel. Rachel always resisted and threaten to call the police, but Mr Lee obviously knew that Rachel needed his item and took advantage of that.
When Mr Lee realized he doesn’t have enough to make Rachel bent to his will, he resolved to something else. The hotel started to get harassed by people from the local mafia demanding collection of this and that. As my friend was ill and thus business wasn’t a good as before, the demand became harder and harder to meet. But Rachel held on and although there was no proof, Rachel always suspected Mr Lee was behind that.
Things got worse though. One evening as Rachel was out getting dinner and buying some stuff for the hotel, she parked her motobike along the side of a store. But when she got out, she saw her bike pushed into the small alley and her helmet rolled deeper into the dark small lane. She did not though so much of it, but then decide she would just go pick it up and quickly get home. As she begin to walk deeper into the badly lit alley, she begin to regret it. But it was too late to turn back. Out of nowhere, there were a few man with face mask who stepped out and Rachel first reaction was to turn and run. But it was too late. She was caught by them and before she could scream, one of them pressed chloroform onto her face and she blacked out.
Rachel woke up in what looked like a warehouse. Her limbs were tied up, all together, hand and legs behind her back. As she opened her eyes, she saw the same few masked men, some standing and one sitting on a chair right in front of her. She can’t see them smile, but she is quite certain that is what they are doing now.
“About time you wake up, little bitch!” The men grab her by her hair and pulled her up kneeling, still with her hands tied to her ankles and make her face the “boss” seated on the chair. Rachel try to look away, but her face was forced to look straight at him as the two men suddenly grab Rachel’s shirt and with a forceful thud, rip it open side by side as the button went flying off to the floor, exposing Rachel’s laced pink bra and of course, her deep and seductive cleavage.
Rachel begin to scream as he mind races in all direction, but none of the thought is good and in fact each worse than the other….
The man leaned forward and looked Rachel in the eyes through his mask. There is no way to tell who he is, and his voice did not seem familiar, at least not that Rachel recalled. She shouted at him asking why is he doing this? Who is he? And all sort of question because that is the only thing she can do now as she feels like a piece of meat on the chop board. The man said nothing, but grab Rachel by her chin and forced her to look up before he replied.
“You got lots of energy don’t you, filthy little bitch. Maybe I will get my little brothers here to help make you really tired in a while…” He pulled out a little switch blade and brushes the blade on her cheek. “Now, you won’t want to have a really ugly scar on your face would you? Then you better be nice, answer my questions and do what I say.” Rachel was scared out of her wit and she can only nodded, silently like a sweet little lamb.
The man seems to want to really toy with Rachel as he slides the little blade down from her face to her neck, not even making a slight mark, but seeming dangerous enough. Rachel is so frightened all she can do is shivers as she did not know what the man want with her. As the man reach her bared open chest, he slides the blade under her bra, right in between the connector of the cups and without warning lifted the knife up, cutting the connector, letting the cup falls apart on both side. Instantly, Rachel tits is exposed to everyone and even though the mask, Rachel could hear some of them smiles and laughs.
The man did not even wait before Rachel could react and his palm is already grabbed her right boobs and begin to squeeze and roll it like it some squeeze toy to him. Rachel screamed and shout “What are you doing? Stop!” Without control, tears rolled down her eyes. She know this is only going to get worse and she cannot believe a moment ago, she was just buying stuff from the nearby store and now she is here, bounded and being molested by a bunch of strange men.
“Shut up, you little whore. I am sure it won’t take very long and you will be moaning and screaming in joy when your slutty milk jugs get played…” A tight slap flew across her eyes and she feel her right cheek in pain as she was further humiliated by his words. “No I am not, you probably got the wrong person! I did not do anything!” Rachel screamed and tried to kick, even though her legs were kneeled down. She struggled to free her hands which is tightly bounded to her ankle by ropes, but in vain.
The man, gave her another slap across her face and pressed his dirty shoes onto her chest. “You will learn to be a filthy whore tonight, whether you like it or not!” He snapped his finger and the rest of the men start walking towards Rachel and crowded around her. Rachel could do nothing except to cry loudly, without a care now…
Even through their masks, Rachel could hear their evils smirks as they all reach out to grab her, touching her all over, on her face, her neck, some caressing her long hair, messing it all around and of course nobody would miss her huge pair of tits hanging on her chest now, freed from her bra. Tears just drop uncontrollably down her eyes as she feel so humiliated and there is nothing she can do while these men has their way with her body. Rachel wanted to look away from all, in shame, but there are men whether she turned her head, she just see men standing in front of her, through her watery eyes. Rachel would they would just kill her and get it over it.
The leader come forward and lifted Rachel chin so that her could have a good look at her while he grab her breast with his other hand, nibbling at her nipple like an animal chewing on it. At first gently, but seeing that all Rachel does is crying, he pressed hard and even started to pull and twist it like a toy. Rachel felt pain, just a little, but somehow even through all these, she felt aroused even though she is being molested by these bad men. She is not sure where it came from, but she even gave out a soft moan as she feel the leader rubbing her all over her chest and playing with her body like she is some “thing” to him. The thought of even feeling some form of enjoyment on this make her feel so shameful she wish she could just hide away in some alternate dimension.
The leader laughed as he must had heard her soft moans and he stopped playing with Rachel, letting his men take over. He walked into the darkness in the background and soon reappeared with a tripod stand and a camera, which he carefully set up, taking his time, almost as if he knew how this would torture Rachel, mentally. Rachel knew this arent good and she cried again. With all her strength, she screamed at these mad men.
“Stop! What are you doing! I will report you to the police and you will all go to jail! Let me go!” But there was no answers as these men are not itimiated by her threats as they continue roaming their hands all over her. Out of a sudden, Rachel feel her legs lifted up and the men starting to pull and tug at her jeans. Rachel knew she could do nothing to stop them from removing her last line of defense.
“What do you want? I will give you! Is it money??” In her final desperation, Rachel screamed at the men. The men paused, then a round of uncontrollable laughter filled the abandoned warehouse as they continue to pull her jeans down, forcefully and tearing it in the process. The leader came closer right to Rachel face and after blowing onto her face, whispers softly.
“What we want… is you!” Her laughs as he pulls down Rachel’s little pink laced panties, exposing her pussy for all the men to see without any reserves. One of the men held Rachel’s face to look forward as the leader tooks multiple shots of Rachel, her legs wide spread in a “M” shape. Rachel wants to cry more, but she seems to have ran out of tears as she is being manipulated by these man like she is a sex play doll. In shame and anger, Rachel could only close her eyes. She want to just black out and snapped out of this reality. This cannot be happening. A moment ago, she was still just shopping and on her way home. And now she was in this hellish nightmare.
Even though her vision is blacken by shutting her eyes tide, she feel a finger touches her below, right above her peephole on the clit, rubbing it hard and rough as her tits were still continuously being squeezed, pressed as if they are a big pair of stress balls by different men as they toy with her body. She did not want to open her eyes, but she can imagine her body was reacting to all these stimulation involuntarily. The last thing she wanted to do is to give their evil joy from her torture. Deep inside her heart, she has kind of given up hope and knew that she would end up being raped. Not, just not raped, maybe gang raped. And maybe even killed. All she can do now is to try to survive this. She knew if she lived to report this, she can still have a chance to get back at these evil men.
As the leader keep rubbing her clit, she can only feel her pussy slowly getting used to it and she tried to jerk her legs to break free from the stimulation but unfortunately, her waist is too tied and all she ended up doing is a miserable effort, struggling like a fish out of water. Before she knew it, she was already feeling a finger had poked into her pussy and started to explore her inner sanctum. Rachel only wished that she could just bite her tongue and died as if it was so easily done in real life. All she can do is to try to cramp her pussy from inside to prevent the finger from entering future and little did she know this is going to start pushing the whole session into a much worse experience for her.
The leader pushes his finger in even harder when he can feel Rachel trying to cramp her pussy.
“So you want to play with something harder? Is that it?” He snarled and then begin to start undoing his belt. The tinkling of the metal hinges as the belt splits apart, then sound of the metallic zip as it was pulled down. Needless to say, the leader is already pulling out his red harden cock, all ready to fuck Rachel. Rachel kept on shaking her head and saying “No, No…” But what good will that do. As the leader lead by example, the rest of the men crowding around her also starts to undo their jeans and before long, Rachel is surrounded by a group of men and a group of horny red cocks. It seems to be hopeless as Rachel feel some of the men starting to slap her face with their hard cocks and the repulsive smell of semen of them.
“Open you damn fucking mouth bitch!” One of the men start to press onto her nose, denying it of air and Rachel had to open her mouth for air, but only for a brief second before one of the men inserts his dirty cock into her mouth. “Don’t you dare bite it! Or I promise I will cut your nipples out right here and make you eat it!” Rachel can only feel more tears slides down her cheek as the men start to push and pull his cock in her mouth forcefully. Now she has even betrayed her husband in the way and giving blowjob to these evil unknown men.
The leader did not just stand there of course and started to force Rachel legs open even wider as he closed in and begin to rub his think redden cock on her stomach right where her belly button is and smiling.
“Don’t you worry, you will be screaming like a horny whore once I start using your body… “. He licked Rachel on her cheek as he toys and play with his belly, rolling the tip of his cock downwards and Rachel feel her tits being done the same by other cocks and her nipples were already hardened involuntary by all the humiliation. Rachel quietly prayed that they quickly finish and she get to go or something. She need to survive this. Then she worry about the rest. But the fact that she might not ever want to tell this to anyone only made her cry even harder as the men continues with their sexual torture.
The repulsive smell of semen and sweat filled Rachel’s nose as the first men who had forced his cock into her mouth came and unloaded his cum all into her mouth. She spitted it out with disgust and before she can scream another man rushed in and force his cock into her mouth immediately. She barely got a chance to breathe. The leader wearing the mask moved in real close to Rachel’s body and he is rubbing his cock right onto Rachel’s clitoris, pushing and yet teasing hard whether to enter or not to. Rachel could feel her heart pounding hard despite the whole torture. However, somewhere inside her, she felt a sense of, maybe excitement, maybe due to the stimulation or the shame, especially when she is being raped and used like a toy in front of all these unknown men behind mask. Rachel’s tears just continue to flow down like a stream down her cheek, onto her neck and onto her chest where all the hands and cocks were still toying with her boobs, squeezing and pinch. Of course, she could not expect them to be gentle as some of them start to pull and twist her nipples hard. Rachel gave out a soft scream, but it didn’t sound like pain, rather more like from pleasure.
The leader made sure one of the men got some of the nice photos of Rachel seated on the chair, legs spread wide open, but hands tied to the ankle in the typical M position, while everyone is having fun at her expense. Rachel knew this is worse than dying. How she wished she was killed instead of being gang raped like this. The leader poked his cock softly into her vagina and then realized that Rachel has involuntarily started to wet her pussy, laughs and pokes his fingers to scope out a nice dose of her sticky nectar, then wipe it onto her face.
“See what I mean. I know whores like you would be cumming so fast and enjoying a good fuck from all of us…” Every laughed briefly and continue to abuse Rachel like she is their public sex toy. Rachel wanted to turn her head away, only to be forced back looking straight at the leader and before she could do anything, the man pulled out his cock from her choking mouth and merciless sprayed his manly cum onto her face, and plenty found its way to her hair as well. Rachel felt like a wasted wretch now. After all these, how can she even imagine living, left alone face her husband. The thoughts of killing herself came into her mind.