Caroline turned to find him sitting in a comfortable chair Bob hadn’t had when she went to sleep.“It was just a dream,” she panted.“Really?”...Chad pointed upwards and a bubble popped into existence. It was just like they did on TV sometimes, or in the cartoons.In the bubble, Mr. Simmons was still lying on his bed, blubbering, lying on soiled sheets. His body was a mass of puncture wounds that made him look almost like he had the measles.“You mean it actually happened?“ gasped Caroline. “But it. She said, "Bob, I know you want this now, but give it a little while longer and make sure this is what you really want. Once you start down that path, there's no turning back. Look at me, and my situation. I sometimes think I should have stuck in there a little longer, and given Ray a chance to discover that I was bored with him and our life together. I know I should have confronted him with my feelings; but I was hurt that he couldn't, or wouldn't, see what was happening to us. We were much. First me, then Red orgasmed loudly. Fuck, it was good. Almost without a pause, another two cocks took over, Clint fucking Red, so I assumed it was Joe for me. This was bloody amazing; I did not want it to stop. Of course, it did not, Al taking over at Red's end and Dwayne for me. Another pounding, another orgasm. Finally, well I assumed it would be the last one, Joe slid into Red's sopping cunt and Joe into mine. I looked again at Red, she was in a sort of daze. I guess I was too. More pounding. Any resemblance to any actual people or situations is completely coincidental.Since the activities described are non-consensual they should NOT, in myopinion, take place in real life, and would in fact be illegal and, as faras I'm concerned, immoral. However, some people, including me, enjoy fantasizing about such things.So I present this story as an artistic release of one of my many fantasiesthat roam through my mind. It has depictions of sever sexual torture that would not work it thereal.