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Holiday hell - part 1. Day one. The flight had been uneventful, we'd landed in Spain, picked up the rental car and even managed to find the villa we'd hired without getting lost. It was looking like being a great holiday. As with all our holidays, my wife had made the bookings. The villa was remote, about two kilometres from the closest neighbour and five from the nearest town, but Caroline knew that at the time she made the booking. In fact its remoteness had meant it was a little cheaper than other villas closer to, and in, town. The guy who owned the villa was there to meet us as agreed. Quite a handsome man, in his late thirties or early forties, he introduced himself as Don. While Don showed Caroline around the house, I went back to the car to get our suitcases. I'm always amazed at how much Caroline packs for holidays, and this trip was no different. I lugged two of the three suitcases into the lounge and went to fetch the last one. With the car unpacked I went off in search of Caroline and Don. I walked through the house, looking in all the rooms as I went. I was happy with what I saw, the house was roomy, clean and modern. I looked into a bedroom, which judging by it's size was the main bedroom, and saw Caroline sitting on the bed. I started to ask how things were when I realised that she was tied up, her ankles tied together, her wrists behind her back. She was gagged with some tape that had a crude set of lips drawn onto it. "Come inside," Don said stepping out from behind the door and holding a knife to my neck. I started protesting and was rewarded with a punch to the side of my face. It hurt like hell and I felt a wave of fear flood over me. I've never been any good at fighting and physical violence has always scared me. "Keep quiet, come inside and sit down next to your lovely wife." I sat next to Caroline who looked at me with fear filled eyes. As we exchanged looks I felt the pain of metal hitting my face. Don had thrown a pair of handcuffs at me. "Put them on." I hesitated and he responded swiftly by stepping up to me and punching me in my stomach. When I finally managed to uncurl myself and stop retching I put them on. He threw another pair at me and I followed his orders to put them round my ankles. Don smiled and put the knife down. "Good. Now, you have the cottage for three weeks." He looked at me. "I am going to have lots of fun with your wife. Three weeks, she'll be a changed woman. At the end of three weeks I'll disappear and you'll never find me again. The website you booked through is a fake and has been shutdown already, this house has been rented by me using fake details. So I have three weeks of fun and sun and you guys have paid for it. What could be better. Now, let's see what wifey looks like under those clothes." Caro tried to scream and plead but the gag muffled what she said. She shook her head violently and tried to run, but with her ankles tied it was useless, she hopped pathetically until Don caught her and threw her back on the bed. "Stop! Please stop!" I shouted. "Why? Why are you doing this? Please, take what you want but leave us alone. We wont say a thing to anyone." He punched me. "Didn't you hear me? No one will know you are here for three weeks, wifey is a looker, I want to get me some of her, that's why. As to giving me anything, believe me I'll take what I want before I leave." He approached Caroline and started cutting her t-shirt with his knife. I couldn't stand to see Carolines futile struggles as she tried to worm her way up the bed to keep away from him, her wildly shaking head as he started cutting the t-shirt, the futile, muffled pleas. "Please," I begged. "Please, I'll do anything, please leave her alone." He laughed at me as he continued cutting the material. "Please," I begged again. "Please leave her alone. I'm begging you, please leave her alone." I was crying as I begged. He stepped over to me. "You want to save wifey? Don't want her to be my slut? Very noble of you, I'm sure she really appreciates your love. Let's see how much you mean it." He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me off the bed. I fell to the floor at his feet. "Kiss my feet and beg me to leave your slut alone." I kissed his shoes and between kisses I pleaded with him to leave us alone. He stepped to my side and kicked me causing me to fall on my side. "I can't do that. I have booked this fantastic house for three weeks. You two are my entertainment. I can't leave you both alone. Now, choose, would you rather I left you, or pussy over there, alone." "Leave Caroline alone, I'll do whatever you want, but please leave her alone." "Kiss my boots and beg me. Be precise when you beg, I want to know what you are begging for." Again I kissed his boots and between kisses I promised I would do anything if he left Caroline alone. "Lick them and beg." I did. His boots were dusty and my tongue licked the dust and grit off them, stopping only to plead with him. He dragged me out the room using the chain from the wrist handcuffs as a lever. I was pulled across the floor to another bedroom where I saw a number of bags. He rummaged in one and extracted another set of handcuffs which he used to ensure that my wrist cuffs were attached to a very heavy looking wooden bed. Satisfied I couldn't escape he extracted a mask from another bag. It was the sort of mask you see in BDSM photos, leather, full face and it laced up at the back of the wearers head. Unlike other masks I'd seen though, this one had a large box over the mouth/nose area. He showed me a clock on the top of the box. "I'd planned on using this on you, but seeing as how you asked so nicely I'm going to put this on your wife instead. Then I'm going to lock her room and hide the key. This timer keeps the airholes open for the amount of time it is set to. Once the time is up the airholes close and whoever is wearing it will suffocate. I'm rather proud of it, it's my own invention you know. To make sure that you behave I will set it to one hour. Then I'm going to release you and you will do as I say for an hour. If you do as I say, I will give the pussy another hour. If you try escape I'll leave and you'll never get into the room in time to save her. If you try to overpower me ... you'll never do it of course ... then I'll beat you up and I'll leave pussy to die. Do you understand?" I nodded. He smiled and left the room with the mask. I heard some muffled moans and then a door closing and being locked. I could hear his footsteps walking round the house before he returned to my room. "I'm going to free you. Remember pussy will die if you misbehave and it will all be your fault. I will also remind you that you are my holiday entertainment, disappoint me and I'll just use the pussy instead." He opened the handcuffs. "Strip." I hesitated. He punched me in the stomach, I fell to the floor where he proceeded to kick me. "I don't like to ask twice. Next time I will just knock you out, and get your wife, when you come round I'll make her do all sorts of humiliating things and will make you watch. In fact I'll make you participate. Do you understand?" I took my clothes off. He made me follow him into the lounge. "Do you mix all items when you pack or is pussy one of those anal retentive types that has seperate suitcases?" "She has seperate suitcases," I mumbled. He raised his hand and I flinched, he smiled and then punched me. "Enthusiasm. I want enthusiasm. Now try again, does your wife pack your clothes seperately?" "Yes, my wife packs her clothes seperately, those two are hers," I said pointing at two of the suitcases. "Very good, that's what I like. That sort of enthusiasm could save you some pain and wife from being turned into a cock sucking slut. Open them both." I found the small keys and opened them. He rummaged around the suitcases. The first contained skirts, blouses, jeans, t-shirts and daily outerwear. The second contained underwear, swimsuits, pyjamas and assorted feminine items. He rummaged through them. "I had planned to have fun with pussy, but as you're so noble and want to save her dignity, I'll take yours instead. You still want to do this or shall I tell wifey that you'd rather I fucked her in many humiliating ways for three weeks, that your pleading was all just an act?" I started to respond but my mouth was dry, so I started again, remembering to sound enthusiastic despite my fear. "Please leave my wife alone, I'll do what ever you want." He looked at me, his eyes taunting me. "Very well, I am going to leave you here, choose yourself a sexy bra and panty set and get dressed. Call me when you're ready." He walked away, but stopped just before leaving the room. Looking at his watch he spoke. "Remember the pussy only has 40 minutes left, so don't take too long. And ... ummmm, yes, I like enthusiasm remember, I like my pussies to show how happy they are to see me, so make sure that when you call me you have that little cocklet of yours nicely stiff. I'm feeling a little sorry for you two now, so if you really impress me and make my holiday a holiday to remember I'll cut my holiday short and allow you two to enjoy some of your holiday alone. Understand me slut?" "Yes, I understand, thank you." He laughed and left. With trembling hands I started rummaging through my wifes underwear. I had no idea that she had so much frilly, feminine stuff, some of them were familiar to me from when we had had sex or she had dressed in front of me, but many were items I had not seen before. As I rummaged I realised that he may well rape me. I tried to think of ways out of this and quickly, quietly tried the front door, but it was locked and there was no key anywhere that I could see. I could not let Caroline be raped by him, or even worse, suffocate in that horrible mask. I'd do whatever he asked, I'd do it to the best of my ability and hope that he left early, then Caroline and I could move on with our lives and get past this nightmare. I would not be able to live with myself if anything happened to Caroline. I found a pair of frilly satin bikini panties and a matching bra and put them on. I almost called for him but then remembered I was supposed to "show enthusiasm." I tried to picture Caroline in these panties and bra but it did nothing, despite all my raunchiest thoughts, the reality of my situation killed any desire for an erection. I started stroking myself and imagined myself anywhere but here. Slowly my dick responded and got erect. Worried that it would subside before he came back in the room I kept on stroking as I called for him. It was some minutes before I heard his footsteps and I quickly removed my hand as he entered the room. He laughed as he looked at me standing foolishly in satin underwear my dick protruding from the waistband of the panties. I was red with embarrassment and I looked at the floor. My erection started to wilt. "Do whatever you must to keep your enthusiasm on show," he warned me. I started stroking myself again. He laughed and taunted "You manage a whole hand? I would have thought that just a finger and thumb would fit on that small thing. Do you have a camera?" I told him where to find our digital camera and he proceeded to photograph me from various angles as I stroked myself. "Very good pussy. Stay here, I need to give your wife another hour." He returned a while later. I was still standing awkwardly in the centre of the lounge, self consciously stroking my dick, keeping it erect. He grinned at me as he entered. "Put all this stuff in the bedroom next to the one pussy is in." he said gesturing to the suitcases and womens clothing laying strewn on the floor. When I returned he led me to the remaining bedroom in the villa. He showed me where he'd packed all his clothing and then told me to get him his red swimming costume. I found it in the drawer he'd shown me and returned. "Kneel!" I knelt. He approached me and stood slightly to the side of me, the crotch of his jeans was level with my cheek. "Turn to face me." I shifted around a bit, his crotch was now right in front of me. He slowly took his jeans off followed by his boxer shorts. My mouth went dry. What was he going to do? "Hand me my costume girl, and remember your cocklet needs to show me how excited you are." I held out his costume with one hand while stroking my softening dick with the other. He put the costume on and I breathed a sigh of relief. "Remember girly, that erection stays. I don't care what is said, if that erection subsides even the slightest I will beat the crap out of you and will then tie you up and use pussy instead. And ... one other thing ... when responding to me, you will refer to me as master sir. Do you understand?" "Yes master sir." He smiled and patted my cheek in a gentle but intimidating manner. "You're doing well, you might even save pussies honour." Following his instructions I followed him outside and to the pool area. I pulled a sunbed into the sun and lay on it on my back. He took some chains and shackles from the bag he was carrying and locked me to the bed. Then he leant over me and wrote something on my forehead with a lipstick. He moved the bed slightly so that I was looking out into the surrounding fields and then left me alone. It was hot laying in the sun unprotected and I started sweating. Being unable to move only added to my discomfort. At one stage he came to me and held a fruit drink to my lips. "Here sissy, don't want you getting dehydration do we? Drink this." The drink was slightly bitter but so refreshingly cold that I gulped it down. He looked down at my crotch. "Aren't you pleased to see me slut? I like to see my sluts sexually aroused at all times. Start thinking dirty thoughts little one, otherwise your wife will feel the punishment." I lay there thinking all sorts of erotic thoughts and my dick started getting erect but only to a degree. He reached into the bag he'd left under my sunbed. "Here this might help. It always turns me on." and he put earphones in my ears and switched on the mp3 player. Immediately my ears were filled with the voice of a woman describing what she was doing to pleasure herself. It worked, my erection grew. "Good boy." he slapped my cheek slightly before walking off. Later on he gave me another juice and freed my bonds so that I could roll over onto my stomach before being tied to the bed again. He then pulled the frilly panties into the crack of my ass and wrote something on my ass cheeks. The mp3 was obviously on loop mode as the sultry sexy voice continued telling me what she was doing and I was happy to see that my erection was still there. He also noticed it and congratulated me, saying how such behaviour would see my wife left alone. As the sun started going down he freed me and gave me a rag to wipe my ass and forehead. I then followed him back into the house, into the lounge. Caroline was sitting on the couch, her ankles and wrists still bound. Her face covered by the mask. I hadn't realised that there were eye openings when he'd first shown me the mask. Caroline looked at me with a pleading look as I approached. "Comfortable pussy?" Don asked, looking at Caroline and laughing. She glared back at him. "Look at your macho hubby, doesn't he look so sweet in your frilly underwear? And look at him, so naughty, can you believe he's had a stiffy from the moment he was allowed to rummage through your clothing? Isn't that true sissy?" "Yes master sir," I replied. "And don't you just love the way he's tanned the word sissy onto his forehead? You should see what he asked me to write on his ass. Okay sissy go cook us some food. Make it simple tonight, there are some pizzas in the fridge, cook them." "Yes master sir." I cooked the pizza and served it to him. As instructed I sat at my wifes bound feet and kissed them while he ate. When he'd fiinished he took the plate to the kitchen and returned with a kitchen chair which he placed in the center of the room. Standing in front of it he called me over. "Time for my desert sissy. Come here, kneel before me and ask my permission to give me a blowjob. You'll ask until I say yes. and then you'll do whatever it is you've asked for. You'll keep your erection while you do it even if it means you have to stroke your sissy cock while you do it. If you do everything to my satisfaction I might just let you jerk me off instead of a blowjob, but that depends on your act. And remember shitface, your wife is just there, I could fuck her silly instead. Understand?" I was filled with nausea and despair as I said, "Yes master sir." I glanced at my wife who looked back at me from behind the mask. I walked over to Master. "Please Master Sir, can I suck your cock?" "Why?" "Because master sir I'd love to worship your huge cock and satisfy your needs." He kept it up, asking me humiliating questions which I answered in equally humiliating ways in the hopes that a good act on my part would at least save me the humiliation of sucking on another mans cock. He manipulated me into asking to take his costume down and then thanking him when I did. As he stood there naked in front of me, his cock just inches from my face he asked "Which would you rather do, kiss my costume or my cock sissy?" Both ideas revolted me but of the two I'd rather have kissed his costume, however, thinking that I needed to save my wife (and me from having to give a blowjob) I responded that I'd much rather kiss his cock. He laughed and made me kiss his costume anyway. Under his direction I spent a few minutes making a pathetic show of sniffing the red costume, rubbing it against my skin and kissing it all the while thanking him and telling him how honoured I was. At one stage he told me to look my wife in the eyes and tell her how much I was enjoying myself. I felt a surge of deep humiliation as I did so and as I saw the look of pity in her eyes. He made it worse by pointing out that I still had an erection and I hadn't even stroked myself recently. In the total humiliation I was experiencing this was an extra humiliation that cut deep but he didn't give me time to think about it too much. He made me kiss his dick and thank him. Then he told me to look up at him from where I knelt. I did, looking into his taunting eyes as he started stroking his dick until it was hugely erect. He continued to jerk himself off and following his instructions I begged him not to waste his cum but to shoot it over my face. When he did I thanked him as the stringy streams of warm liquid ran down my face. He laughed as he fetched the camera and took some photos of me looking up at him, his softening dick resting on the chin of my cum splashed face Telling me to kneel facing my wife, hands behind my back, he left the room. I did as instructed and looked, embarrassed, into the eyes of my wife. The cum slowly ran down my face onto my chest. He returned with two glasses of juice and handed one to me. "You're going to have some explaining to do shitface. You've been kneeling there for at least two minutes, hands behind your back, my cum running down your face, and you've still got a stiffy. You enjoyed that you sad shit! And your wife saw it all. Not once did you have to stroke your little dick while you humiliated yourself for me. I think you get turned on by humiliation you shit." he laughed as he drank his juice. I was mortified, shit! he was right, I had an erection and I hadn't stroked myself once. But I'd hated myself as I did everything he'd told me to. How the fuck could I get turned on by it? Full of fear and doubt I drank the juice. Following instructions I remained kneeling in the centre of the room and scooped as much of his cum off my body as I could and rubbed it between my ass cheeks while he sat on the couch next to my bound wife watching. I started feeling very tired and he led me to one of the rooms where he bound my ankle to a shackle that was attached to the bed. I fell asleep very quickly. Day two. I awoke the next morning and was confused as to where I was. Then it all came flooding back. I looked down. Shit! I was still in my wifes underwear, shackled to the bed. Thank god my erection had gone. I lay in bed until he came and released me. Immediately he made me start stroking my dick so that I had an erection and instructed me to keep it erect. I made him breakfast. I was starving but he insisted I stand in the corner stroking my dick while he ate. He finshed his juice and poured me one. I gulped it down. He made me go to the room and put on a clean set of my wifes undewear. I reported back to him wearing a white satin and lace matching set. He made me model it for him and then insisted I kiss his crotch and thank him for letting me wear such pretty clothing. He again tied me, face up, to the sunbed outside and wrote something on my forehead. He also adjusted the bra I was wearing slightly and then finally handed me the mp3 player and told me to listen and keep in the mood. The sultry voice did turn me on and after a while I had an erection again. I was worried about my wife but when I asked I got punched in the stomach and told to shut the fuck up. Wanting to keep him in a good mood I did just that. I don't know how long I lay there but I needed to make a pee. Summoning up the courage (which took a few minutes at least) I called out, "Master Sir, please?" Nothing happened so a few minutes later I tried again. This time I heard footsteps. "What you want girl? I was resting nicely." "Please Master Sir I need the toilet." "Do it here, you can always wash everything later now keep quiet," and he walked off. I lay there holding on, my bladder making it's need to empty itself stronger by the second. Finally I had no choice but to let go. With my hands and legs tied, and with an erection ... damn that MP3 ... I peed over my stomach. Thankfully the pressure eased on my bladder. I did think of stopping once the immediate pressure was over but then I just thought fuck it, he's not going to give me a break and so I just relaxed and let it all out. As I lay there, urine drying on my stomach, a pool of urine pooled around my back in the plastic of the sunbed, I did, in the back of my mind, think that maybe I was a pervert becase I still had an erection, but then I brushed the thought away as the woman in my ears described how she was fingering her wet pussy. I don't know if he had been watching me or not, but just minutes after I'd soaked the plastic with my pee he came to make me lay on my stomach. Again he pulled my panties into a thong and wrote something on my ass. And this time on my back as well. He gave me another drink. I was starving but the drink was obviously all I was going to get so I gulped it down. As the day wore on the sun baked down on me and the urine started drying up leaving a disgusting stale toilet smell which, tied as I was was unavoidable. I suspect that because I had had so little to drink since getting there my urine was a lot stronger smelling than usual. Finally he freed me and made me make him some sandwiches. I was starvng but he ignored me as he ate. Again he just gave me a juice as he drank his. After lunch he took me to see my wife. I noticed she was in different clothes so at least he was letting her out of her bondage sometime, I just hoped he was leaving her alone. Masked and bound as she was she could not speak to me and although I started asking her if she was okay I got a kick from him as a warning and I stopped mid sentence. He told me to go jump in the pool and then return and kneel in the midle of the lounge facing the couch my wife had been on the previous night. At the pool I started removing the underwear I was wearing but was suddenly overcome with doubt. I did not want to anger him by doing something I shouldn't. I thought about it and decided that as he hadn't given me permission to remove them I would leave them on. So I jumped in the pool wearing the underwear. The water was refreshingly cool and I swam a quick two lengths before returning to the lounge and kneeling as instructed, the water still dripping off me. He came into the room carrying my bound wife who he placed on the couch. Then he came over to me and whispered in my ear. "Whatever I say from now on you will look at your wife, nod and say yes please master Sir. Do it now." "Yes please master sir." I maintained eye contact with my wife despite the shame I felt as she looked at me, in her lingerie sporting an erection. Still whispering he said, "You will beg me to fuck you like the slut you are. Nod now." I nodded and said yes please master sir. "Remember girl that if you fail me your wife will suffer. You will act like a slut, you will imagine what the woman was saying in your mp3 player and you will pretend you are her. Nod now." "Oh yes please master sir." "The more enthusiasting you act the sooner I'll leave, I like my boys a bit reluctant, I like to beat them into submission, so the sooner you submit the sooner I'll get bored. Nod." "Yes please master sir." "One last thing, you'll let it be known that being fucked like a slut is so much better than the sex you've had until now. Nod." "Yes please master sir." I saw a look of curiosity pass through my wifes eyes as I maintained eye contact. I tried to smile to show her it would be okay but inside I was wanting to cry. In fact my hands were shaking. "I'm going to remind you what you're saving before we start." He went over to my wife and roughly pushed her on her side before reaching for the shorts she was wearing and pulling them down as far as the ropes around her ankles. I started to protest but he returned to me and bitch slapped me before returning to her. My cheek stinging and with a ringing in my ears I watched in fear as he pulled her panties down as well. She cried out a couple of times but the mask muffled the sound. Then he pulled her into the sitting position but told her to keep her legs spread so we could see her jewels and to keep looking in my eyes as he showed her just what the man she'd married really liked. I was embarrassed for my wife. I knew that she hated being seen naked and to have to display herself like that would be causing her a huge amount of embarrassment. We looked at each other and I'm sure her eyes teared up. I resolved then that I would do what it took to save her from being molested by this monster. He approached me as I knelt in my damp lingerie in the centre of the lounge. "Look at you, all pretty in your girlie underwear. Your little dickette all stiff and proud, standing erect like a little tent peg sticking out the ground. What did you want sissy?" I hesitated as I looked at my wife, this was going to be so humiliating I wasn't sure I could do it despite my earlier flash of resolve. Out the corner of my eye I saw his hands starting to make fists and I quickly blurted out. "Please master sir, could you fuck me like a girl." My wife whose body had been really stiff until then went limp almost as if she'd relaxed. I guessed that she couldn't believe what I'd just asked. We maintained eye contact and she winked at me. It gave me a little more strength. "Speak up, I didn't hear you." "Please master sir, could you fuck me like a girl." "Why should I do that sissy?" "Master Sir, please fuck me like the slut I am. I want to feel your hard meat inside me, showing me who's boss. Please Master sir." I was so ashamed as I spoke those words out loud all the while looking into the eyes of the woman I loved. She opened her legs a little wider which I interpreted as a sign of support and I mentally thanked her. I could do this for her. He stood in front of me. "Take my costume off." I reached forward and eased his tight costume over his bulging erection and pulled them down to his ankles where he stepped out of them. As he sat next to my wife I followed his instructions and licked the crotch of his costume, long, lingering humiliating licks. I sniffed it. I rubbed it against my body. And all the time I repeated how I wanted him to please fuck me. He put his hand on my wifes leg and started moving it up towards her naked pussy. I begged even harder. "Please master sir, fuck me please. Fuck me like a slut, slam your hard meat into me master sir. Please master sir." I pleaded as his hand moved up her leg. He smiled as I begged in desperation and his hand stopped. "Beg some more." I did. I begged him to fuck me to show me he was truly my master, to cum deep inside me and treat me like the bitch I was. All the time I maintained eye contact with my wife. I swore that every now and then I saw a look of joy in her eyes but I dismissed it as she would wink at me and try say something that was muffled by the mask and get a sharp slap to the leg as a reward for her efforts. Finally he walked up to me and made me kiss his dick. It was disgusting. I could smell sweat and urine as he presed his hot erection against my mouth. Following his unspoken instructions (he held my face into his crotch and pushed against my mouth) I opened my mouth and slowly, uncertainly, took his erection into my mouth. The taste was hard to describe but it repulsed me to think that I had another mans cock in my mouth. He slapped the side of my face, "Act like the slut you are, don't be shy now," he whispered. I moaned as I sucked on his dick. "That's better slut," he whispered. I moaned more. I took my mouth off his dick and licked up and down his shaft, kissed it, sucked on it and even reached my hands up and fondled his balls. Finally he moved behind me. "Make like a dog bitch." I obeyed, getting onto all fours in doggy style. Roughly he pulled the panties off me and then reached forward and draped them over my head positioning them so that the gusset ran down my nose and I could still look at my wife through the leg holes. "You sure you want this slut?" "Yes please master sir, please fuck me hard master, please fuck me, fuck me hard." He laughed and I felt something wet and cold against my ass followed a little later by a steady pressure against my asshole as he rested his hands on my buttocks. The pressure increased as he pressed his dick against me, one of his hands left my buttock and I could feel it by my asshole. "Act like a slut," he whispered. "Please master sir, that feels so good, please stick it in some more sir." The pressure increased and I could feel his dick starting to enter me. I felt sharp, tearing like pains as his dick pushed into me. "You're very tight slut." "I'm a virgin master sir, please take my virginity." My wife was looking at me, her body shaking, tears in her eyes. I looked at her and tried to reassure her with my eyes that it would be okay but even as I did I could feel the pain in my ass as he pressed his dick against me. "Please sir, fuck me," and then I screamed as without any warning he shoved his dick all the way into me. It felt like my asshole had been torn in a thousand places around my asshole. He slapped the back of my head. "You like that bitch?" I regained my composure, tried to ignore the pain and even with tears running down my face I replied, "Yes master sir, thank you." "My pleasure slut." He fucked me mercilessly, he played with me, moving in and out slowly and gently and then suddenly just ramming into me. He would pull his dick out so that the head was just inside my opening and then thrust forward savagely. He slapped my ass, he reached forward and pinched, twisted and pulled on my nipples and all the time he asked me questions to which I would respond how much I was enjoying the fucking and what a sissy I was and how good it felt to have a real man show me what sex was all about, and yes, sex with a woman was nothing compared to sex with a true man and yes, I didn't want to fuck a pussy ever again, I just wanted to have a man fuck my sissy ass. Finally he came. Having shot his load into me he pulled out of me, removed the panties from my face and wiped his dick with them. I saw a mix of shit and blood on his dick. I licked it clean as he ordered, fighting back the nausea as I tasted my own shit and blood. Then he draped the panties back over my face and returned to sit with my wife. "I know you liked that you pathetic loser, you've still got an erection. Now wifey knows just how pathetic you are, jerk off while telling me how much you liked being fucked." He put his hand on her legs and with tears of humiliation and pain I started jerking off while saying out loud how it had been so good to be fucked like a girl and they were so lucky to be able to have men fuck them. I couldn't believe I had an erection despite the pain that I had been through as he had raped me, and yet there it was, standing proud. I came over the stone floor and wiped my mess up with the panties. He carried on about how pathetic I was and saying sarcastically how proud my wife must be. Then he led me outside and tied me to the sunbed again, put the earphones in and turned the horny female on. He returned a few minutes later with a slice of bread and a juice which he fed me before leaving me. I lay there in pain and humiliation. My ass was extremely painful and I desperately hoped he had not done any permananent damage. How could I still have an erection? I started doubting myself, had I really enjoyed it? Surely it was unnatural to have en erection while being raped. I remembered reading that it was an unavoidable reaction when a guy was being assfucked and it caused victims added shame. I clung on to that thought and just hoped that Caroline would understand that I only did it for her. As the light faded he bought me inside, gave me a drink and handcuffed me to my bed where I gradually fell asleep.