Used and abused in my first foursome.

My previous stories have all detailed terrible beatings. In this one I have explored fantasies of myself being used in a group sex scene. I have kept up the idea of being used and abused, and have kept a degree of BDSM in the story.
At the insistent suggestion of one reader, I have introduced something rather dirty which may turn some readers off, but presumably, might excite others. I will be interested in receiving some feedback on that issue.
Anyhow, I hope that, for men and women alike, you all masturbate while reading my story, as I did while writing it.

For several months after her last beating, Yvonne’s husband made no further attempt to involve her with any other men. It seemed that his perverse desire to see his wife suffer, had at least temporarily been satisfied.
It was certain that Yvonne’s own bizarre need for such cruel dominance had well and truly been sated.

At times when she thought back over her experience, Yvonne considered herself to have been so stupid to have submitted to such violent treatment. On the other hand though, another stronger train of thought gave her a sense of deep, personal satisfaction that she had undergone such treatment and that she had excited such lustful violence in the men who had used her.

The months slid by with Yvonne and Rob’s sex life having reverted to one of normality. Lately though, Rob had once more had lustful desires to see his wife being beaten and abused by another man. With these thoughts in mind, he began to consider that it was time that she should be used by several men at the one time. Accordingly, he began to seek out sadists on internet porn sites. The few that he found living relatively local to him, were treated to full and explicit descriptions of his wife and of the perverted sessions of cruelty that she had previously undergone.

Now, one night as he fucked his wife, he began telling her of the several men that he’d been in contact with. Instinctively, Yvonne immediately knew where this talk would lead. She felt a tremor of emotion through her body, but it was a tremor of lustful excitement rather than of fear.

Rob spoke generally, not being specific on any detail, as he tested his wife’s reaction.
Yvonne just very momentarily hesitated, but then, unable to help herself, she enthusiastically took the bait.
“How many men?” ……. “huge cocks, you say!” ………… “love being cruel – you always seem to talk to those types darling.”

Her husband, knowing his wife’s mind so well, at once knew that she was ripe for more cruel, sadistic use.
Once he might have led her on very slowly, all the time testing and easing her further and further into his scheme. Now however, he went straight to the point and told his wife, “three guys together will be a whole new experience for you.”

Yvonne’s mind was in a turmoil – she thought back to her previous sessions and imagined what terrible treatment might be in store for her if she let herself be led into the hands of these men. Those thoughts told her to resist, but perverted lustful feelings led her further and further on. She knew that it was madness to once more submit to such horrors of cruelty, and yet she couldn’t help herself.

What a strange marriage theirs was. Yvonne’s husband obviously loved her very dearly, and yet he had this need to see her degraded, abused, and suffering. Indeed the more they spoke of this new scheme, the more loving and tender he became towards his wife. She on the other hand, thrilled that she could stir such debauched lust in her husband, and be the cause of leading men to do such appallingly cruel things to her.

Rob had often marvelled at his wife’s willingness to submit to the cruelties of the men he had set her up for. It was not as if she could easily bear the pain – she sooked like a baby if she should happened to bump herself or to get a scratch.
He felt great satisfaction with his achievements. Yvonne had been so innocent and pure when they had married, indeed she still appeared that way to her family and friends – they would be amazed if they knew her true feelings and if they knew of the activities she got up to.

Shortly after their marriage, Rob had introduced his bride to pornography – soft core at first, but rapidly escalating to the crudest that could be found. He delighted that Yvonne had immediately shown such interest in the filthy magazines and videos that he had shown her, and that she was so willing to experiment with the new ideas to which she was introduced.
She had baulked a little when introduced to BDSM, but soon agreed to try being spanked. She surprised both herself and her husband the way that she had rapidly progressed from wanting no more than just some playful slapping on the bottom, to being enthusiastic in being genuinely hurt and wanting her husband’s leather belt to inflict some serious pain.

Yvonne wondered about her lust and believed herself to be perverted and abnormal because of her bizarre and unnatural desires. She thought back to the constant fantasy she’d had as a child, when she would lay in bed touching herself and imagining that she was displayed naked in some public place, with dozens of men stopping to view her. At that stage she had never imagined any physical abuse, she had only revelled in the idea of being degraded and humiliated.

Over the next couple of day’s, Yvonne’s husband got busy with his emails. Soon all was set. The three men would meet together, then come and use Yvonne in her own house.
The time came. Yvonne had spent a long time preparing herself, and was beautifully made up and all ready to be given to the men. She couldn’t keep still, so tense was she with nervous anticipation. First she would sit, then get up and look out of the window. Then into the kitchen to get a drink, but then leave it untouched as she went back to the window. No sooner at the window than she would go to check that her hair was right. She was fired with sexual anticipation, but also so very, very nervous and a little scared.

Finally, as she glanced out of the window for the fiftieth time, Yvonne was transfixed as she saw a car pull up. She watched the three men get out and stand talking as they looked towards the house.
“They’re here,” she excitedly told her husband, her voice filled with conflicting emotions.

The men walked towards the house, one middle aged, short, swarthy, and powerfully built; another taller and athletic looking; the third quite a bit older than what Yvonne would have expected, somewhere in his sixties, with small cruel looking eyes.
Rob opened the door and greeted them as he would someone who was extremely welcome.

The men seemed a little apprehensive, perhaps thinking that this all seemed too good to be true and wondering if it were some sort of bizarre joke.