At My
Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part Nine I'd never been so pleased to see my husband return from a
business trip away. At the same time I cringed with shame to think of his reaction if he ever
discovered the way his brother had forced me to spend the weekend. I tried to push memories of my
humiliation to the back of my mind and just enjoy spending time with John. Unfortunately Ian was
hanging around, making cryptic remarks to ensure I couldn't forget. My only consolation was that in
less than a fortnight Ian would be gone. John didn't have to work any extra hours that week, so I
was safe from Ian's attentions. I enjoyed the week, and was even happier when I learnt that an old
friend of Ian's was coming to stay for the weekend. He was going to give Ian a hand with fixing up
the new place. I didn't really care what their plans were, but this Richard's presence would mean
that I was safe from Ian's attentions. Richard had arrived on Friday evening. He was a big man,
with damp sweaty hands and a permanent grin. Ian and Richard were full of their plans, which seemed
to be more about going to the pub than decorating. I didn't care, as long as Ian was busy
elsewhere. So when John had to go out Saturday morning, I quite happily snuggled back down in our
bed. I was just drifting back off to sleep when the covers were ripped off me, bright lights were
shining in my eyes and a mask was snapped over my face. For a moment I was completely
disorientated, then the significance of the mask dawned on me. I panicked and made a dive for the
door, but I was slammed back onto the bed. The next moment I found myself trapped between two
unmistakably aroused male bodies. "Are you in for a treat, slut," Ian's hateful voice said in my
ear. "You're going to get the fucking of your life." I struggled to free myself but achieved
nothing, except to arouse my assailants more. Even worse, I was beginning to get aroused myself.
Squirming between two male bodies, my body was reacting instinctively. My nipples grew hard and a
tell-tale wetness gathered between my legs. Ian was pressed against my front, his arm firmly
pinning me down. I presumed it must be Richard behind me, his hands roving over my body. He found
my breast, and began squeezing it. I tried to ignore him, biting hard on my lip to keep from
moaning. To make matters worse, Ian moved down the bed and began licking and sucking at my other
breast. Richard had discovered my nipple. And was twisting and pulling it. My squirming became more
due to enjoyment than any desire to escape. I was pulled out of my daze of pleasure when Ian threw
my leg over his hip, and Richard shoved his hand between my legs. He dragged his finger across my
clit, then rammed it inside me. I gave a cry of pain, then really started trying to get free. I
kicked and thumped and scratched, but they easily held me and I didn't even manage to dislodge
Richard's finger. I should have known by now that Ian liked it when I struggled, and judging by his
laugh Richard also enjoyed my struggles. They eventually got tired of me fighting them, however.
"Give it a rest," Ian commanded me. "You know you like it really." He tweaked one of my nipples to
emphasise his point. I ignored the shiver that ran through me, and brought up my knee. I narrowly
missed his groin, and Ian retaliated by slapping me hard across my face. "I see what you mean about
her being feisty," Richard chortled. "Yeah, well if I soon fix her," Ian said. The next moment I
felt cold metal closing around my wrist, my arms were yanked above my head and I was handcuffed to
the bed. They knelt either side of me and smirked down at me. Behind them I caught a glimpse of the
inevitable cameras. I flailed around uselessly on the bed, but it was obvious I wasn't going to be
able to free myself. Ian lay down next to me and pulled me back against him. He reached around my
body and cupped my breasts. "Told you she had great tits, didn't I," he said proprietarily. I
swallowed a sob, trying to pretend that this humiliation wasn't happening to me. "Yeah, not bad,"
Richard replied, twisting a nipple. I flinched away, but Ian was holding me firmly. "Hey, squeeze
her boobs together, mate." Ian obliged, and Richard knelt over me and placed his cock between my
breasts. He began sliding it back and forth, and Ian commanded me to lick the head every time it
popped out of my cleavage. A yank on my hair was reminder enough what would happen if I didn't
oblige. Richard grunted as he thrust away, and within moment he was spurting big gobs of sperm all
over my chest and face. They both seemed to think this was hilarious, especially as I couldn't
clean myself up. Richard fell back on the bed and Ian replaced him, sticking his cock in my mouth.
He held my head and thrust away. There was nothing I could do to stop him so I concentrated on not
gagging as he forced his way further and further into my mouth. Richard provided an unwelcome
distraction by sliding between my legs and applying his mouth to my clit. Each time I moaned or
gasped in response to Richard's ministrations, Ian pressed further and further into my mouth. I was
so relieved when I felt him stiffen and climax. He was so far down my throat I could hardly taste
his cum. Ian rolled off me, and began idly playing with my breasts, flicking my nipples into hard
nubs, then sucking them into his mouth. Richard had moved on from my clit, and was now swirling his
tongue around my entrance, his nose rubbing against my clit keeping it still stimulated. With
growing despair I could feel an orgasm building inside me. I fought it as hard as I could to stop
it, reminding myself that I hated the men touching me. My body didn't seem to care who was creating
the sensations though, and I lost control. I arched off the bed, twisting as I cried out. "She's a
noisy one," Richard remarked. I squirmed with embarrassment, hating my body for betraying me. "Hey,
look at that, she's blushing all over." Richard forced my still trembling legs apart, and took a
good look at my dripping wet pussy. "Right, I want to fuck her now," he announced. "Hey, not
without a condom," Ian told him. "We had a deal remember." I was partially relieved to hear the
mention of condoms, but I was more concerned that Ian was prepared to let Richard do whatever he
wanted. So I had mixed feeling as I watched Richard roll on a condom, then smear it with some
lubricant. He rolled me onto my stomach, still tethered to the bed by my handcuffed hands. He
jammed his knees between my thighs and grabbed hold of my hips to position me for his convenience.
I didn't realise what he intended until he was pressing against my arse hole. Too late I yelled a
protest and tried to tighten my muscles. He had already got the tip of his cock inside me, and he
kept up a firm pressure as he forced his way in. I screamed and yelled, trying to wriggle away. He
held me too firmly though, and just laughed at my efforts. I'd never felt a sensation like it,
stretching and filling me deep inside. It was completely different to normal sex, yet in some ways
similar. Once he was lodged as far in as he could he paused, and I could feel my body adjusting to
the invasion. I tried not to moan, refusing to let my abusers know how I felt. Just as I thought I
could just about bear it, Richard took hold of my waist and rolled over onto his back, taking me
with him. A whimper escaped me as his cock moved deep inside me, and I didn't think things could
get much worse. Then I opened my eyes and saw Ian kneeling over me, stroking his erection. I
started to struggle, but soon stopped as my efforts just caused the cock impaling me to move within
me. Ian smirked as he leant forward and rammed his fat cock into my wet pussy. In addition to the
familiar stretching of my cunt, I felt more filled then ever before.

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 Ripples of pleasure began and
I groaned in protest. Fight it as much as I tried, an orgasm rocked me. Since they had both already
come recently, neither of them were in any hurry to orgasm again. They took their time, alternating
between slamming into me in unison or taking it in turns to thrust into me. Both ways created
unique but different ripples of sensation, which caused orgasm after orgasm to crash through me. I
writhed between them, hoping that my body would stop but caught helplessly as the pleasure shook me
again and again. At long last, I felt Richard stiffen and grab my hips painfully hard as he thrust
hard into me. I could feel him twitch and shiver against me, then he fell back with a satisfied
sigh. Ian kept thrusting away for a few moments, until I felt the warmth of his sperm being sprayed
into my cunt. Ian rolled off me and staggered to his feet. He picked up one of his cameras and
began panning it over my body, taking in every detail. Richard helped by rolling me over and
parting my arse cheeks so Ian could get a good shot of my abused arse hole. Once he had finished,
they released my handcuffs and departed, giving me a patronising smack on the bottom as they left.
Left on my own, I curled into a ball and whimpered. My body ached in places I hadn't even known I
had places and I had never felt so degraded and humiliated in my life. I heard Ian and Richard
leave and I crawled into a hot bath. I kept telling myself that if I could endure for just one more
week, this whole nightmare would be over. That night I was surprised when Ian and Richard
volunteered to cook tea. I cuddled down on the sofa with John and it was almost like old times. We
relaxed together and I was almost able to forget what had happened to me that morning. I was
feeling all happy and at peace when Ian put his head round the door and asked where we kept the
grater. I tried to describe its location but Ian obviously couldn't follow my directions as he came
straight back. I reluctantly dragged myself up off the sofa and went to get it for him. I don't now
how I could have been so naive. The moment I walked into the kitchen, Ian dragged my top and bra up
to expose my breasts, while Richard ripped open the fly of my jeans and yanked them down along with
my knickers to tangle around my feet. I gave a yell of protest that was smothered by Ian's hand.
"Now, now, don't yell," he admonished me. "We don't want my beloved brother to hear you and come to
find out what's wrong. Just imagine if he walked in and discovered me fucking his beloved wife's
brains out." Even as he spoke, he bent me over the counter-top and slid his cock into me. I gave an
involuntary shiver and tried not to gasp out loud. Ian reached forward to grasp my breasts and
began squeezing them in unison with his thrusts. I tried as hard as I could not to respond, but
then Richard sat on the floor below me and began lapping away at my clit. My legs began to quiver
and my stomach tightened as I climaxed under him. Ian gave a satisfied grunt and began pounding
away harder until he came too. He stepped back from me and I slid off the counter-top, shaking with
a mixture of anger and pleasure. "My turn now," Richard declared, slamming me up against the back
door. "I want to see if your cunt is as tight as Ian here boasts." "No way," I protested, trying to
fend him off. "Just open your legs and stop making a fuss, you silly whore," Ian said, buttoning up
his trousers. "No!" I snarled. "If he lays one finger on me I'll start yelling rape so loud,
they'll be able to hear me in the next town, let alone the next room. And you can try to explain to
John why you just stood there and let him molest me while your friend takes a trip to the police
station." Richard slapped me hard across my face and hooked one of my legs over his arm,
preparatory to thrusting into me despite my objections. I aimed a flurry of futile blows at Richard
with little hope of success, until Ian pulled Richard away. "The slut's right," Ian said
reluctantly. "I'm afraid you're going to have to do without fucking her this time." "Hey, you
promised me," Richard said, glaring at Ian. "I want to give it to her up her arse again too." "I
know, but this is the wrong time and place," Ian replied. While they had been arguing, I had pulled
my clothing straight and tried to mop up the sperm dripping down my leg with some kitchen paper. I
didn't want to hang around while they discuss whether Richard should rape me or not. I pushed past
them and dived out of the kitchen, and up to the bathroom. For the rest of the weekend, I avoided
Richard as if he had the plague. I made sure that I was never alone with Richard, as I was under no
illusions as to what he would do to me. I was so relieved when he departed on Monday morning. John
was going to drop him at the train station to save him a walk, so they all left for work earlier
than usual. I stood at the door waving good-bye, and as they got into the car I closed the door,
relieved that I would never see him ever again. My illusions were almost instantly shattered. I had
one foot on the bottom step of the stairs when the front door crashed open. "What, what are you
doing back here, Richard" I stammered in horror. "I told them I forgot something," Richard
declared, kicking off his shoes. "And it's true. I forgot to fuck you." Too late I turned and ran
up the stairs. Richard grabbed my feet and flipped me onto my back. He dropped his full weight on
top of me, forcing the stairs painfully into my back. I elbowed him in the face but he didn't even
notice as he tore my top in two. He dug my breasts out of my bra and bit one, cruelly twisting the
other nipples at the same time. I kicked him as hard as I could and pummelled his back, but he
carried on regardless. He was knelt on a stair between my thighs, and it was an easy manoeuvre for
him to push up my skirt up and ripped my knickers away. "Are you ready, bitch?" he asked, grabbing
a handful of my hair and forcing me to look him in the eye. He ground a hard kiss against my mouth,
then shoved a hand between my legs and pinched my clit. I cried out and tried to jerk away but I
was trapped. The next moment, Richard rammed his cock deep into me. I cried out as he filled me,
forcing his way into my unprepared cunt. "Oh yeah, you're tight, baby," he exulted, slamming into
me again. "Now you're getting some dick from Dick, ain't you slut. Not going to forget this
fucking, are you slut?" I bit my lip to distract myself from the pain, trying again to push him off
me. He ignored my efforts, effortlessly crushing my hands in a grip above my head as he continued
to thrust into me. Then the front door crashed open again, just as Richard threw back his head and
grunted as he came, spewing his seed inside my cunt. Half-hoping, half-dreading to see John, I was
mainly relieved to see Ian looking down at us. He dragged Richard to his feet, helping him to
rearrange his clothing more respectably. "Are you insane?" Ian demanded impatiently. "Her fucking
husband is waiting right outside in the car. Come on. And you, bitch, you don't say a word about
this or I'll show John some interesting photos and vids. All right?" With a final glare at me, he
dragged Richard outside. I was left sprawled on the stairs, bruised and battered and yet again
raped. I weakly dragged myself up the stairs to the bathroom and set about cleaning myself. I
couldn't believe what had happened so quickly and suddenly. I felt numb, both emotionally and
physically. I was beginning to wonder if it was all my fault, if somehow I sent out signals to men
that I was available to be used as they pleased.

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