warning - extreme violance. The story is work of fiction.

Karen Smith laughed. She ran her fingers through her dark brown curly hair, the strands of her hair bouncing with each movement as she chatted lively with her husband, Tom. Her tall figure was highlited by the beautiful red dress she wore, the tight fabric clinging to her slender frame in all the right places. Her 7-inch high heels clicked against the tiled floor of the famous restaurant in town as she leaned in to share a joke with Tom. Their giggle filled the air.

No wonder - for a special night like this one, Tom had decided to wear his most expensive and sharp suit. He couldn't take his eyes off his gorgeous wife. Despite not having the looks of an Hollywood actor, Tom felt like the luckiest man in the room to have Karen by his side. The light from the chandeliers above cast a soft glow on her face, highlighting her features and making her look even more radiant.

As they sat down for dinner, their conversation turned to their upcoming summer vacation. Tom couldn't help but tease Karen about her insistence on going camping. "I still can't believe you're dragging me into the wilderness, " he chuckled, a playful glint in his eye.

Karen shot him a mock glare before bursting into laughter. "It'll be an adventure, Tom. Trust me, you'll love it!"

The evening continued with shared memories and laughter. The food was also more then adequate as the quality of the restaurant suggested. The clinking of glasses and the hum of conversation around them created a perfect backdrop for the intimate dinner they were having. He encouraged her to try one of the restaurant specialties - chocolate mousse. Karen loved chocolate. As she finished her dessert, Tom called the waiter and payed the bill. Despite being somewhat tight on their finances lately, he felt grateful for this special evening with Karen.

A few minutes later they stepped outside where they were greeted by the aftermath of a recent rain shower. The pavement glistened under the streetlights, as everything around them was still wet. The air was crisp and slightly chilly, a refreshing change from the warmth of the restaurant they had just left.

Deciding to walk home to enjoy the cool evening breeze, Karen and Tom strolled arm in arm, their steps in sync as they continued to chat. The wet pavement crunched under their feet, and the occasional splash of a passing car added to the soundtrack of the night.

Despite the less-than-perfect weather, they felt a sense of contentment as they made their way home. Karen leaned into Tom's side, her heart full of love. As they were hust a few blocks away, they turned a corner two strangers with masks appeared out of thin air and blocked their way.

Karen's heart raced as the one of the strangers pulled out a gun and with clean gesture showed them a dark deadend alley just a few steps away. Fear gripped both Tom and Karen, but they obeyed the armed strangers and followed them into the alley. The dimly lit alley felt like a trap, the shadows closing in around them, suffocating them in their feeling of helplessness.

Tom's eyes darted around the alley, searching for an escape route or anything that might help them. The strangers had brought them all the way to the end of the alley. The two of them found themselves surrounded by a an old brick wall, marking the end of the alley, an old metal staircase on one side and two metal containers full of garbage. There was no escape as the two armed men stood in their way on the 4th side. The stench of garbage and the eerie silence of the night only added to the tension in the air.

Tom took out his wallet reaching his arm towards the armed guys. "You can take my wallet, please leave us alone." he begged.

Then suddenly the man with the gun laughed hysterically. "Mr. Walker sends his regards."

Tom felt a surge of anger and fear. This was the name of his former boss. Walker knew all too well the shady dealings they both had been involved in before Tom managed to turn his life around. Until that moment Tom had benn hoping that he Walker had bigger problems and he will never come to ask for what was rightfully his.

"Your pittiful wallet is worthless. The boss says you owe him half a million." Karen was now frightened as hell. What was unfolding infront of her was something more than a mere mugging. The past of her husband, for which she was always so afraid to ask, had caught up with them in the most unexpected and dangerous way. It seemed inevitable that Tom and Karen were now about to pay the price for his past mistakes. With a sinking feeling in his gut, Tom knew that they have no easy way out. One wrong movement and the dark alley could become the place of their deaths.

"Ok, messagge received, will you let us go home now. I will find some way to repay in a month."

"Two weeks, you have not more then two weeks" the other masked man spoke for the first time "And something else...." he stroke gently Karen's hair. She shivered full with fear. "We have orders to make the messagge as convincing as we can". He gripped a strand of her hair tightly and dragged her towards the metal frame of the stair.

"Please, leave her out of this" Tom's voice was shaking. He was afraid what was going to happen to his wife.

"We can't. Sorry, Mr Smith, now you will have to watch what happens with Mrs Smith"

Tom Smith tried to struggle. Karen Smith also put up a fight but the guys prevailed quickly. The 45 year old Karen was now cuffed with 4 handcuffs to the metal frame of the stair. The armed guy made sure to spread her arms and legs as wide as possible before closing the handcuffs. The other guy kept the gun pointed at Tom. From this point on everything was felt like a dream on a slow motion for Tom. A really scary dream.

He helplessly watched as the guy took out a knife and just when Tom thought that he was about to witness his wife being killed, the guy simply cut her dress in two. The useless piece of cloth fell to the ground. Karen was never fond of wearing bras so without her beautiful dress she was with only her panties on. That lasted only a few seconds. The knife cut them in half too. Now she was completely naked in the chilly night spread chained to a cold metal frame.

"Don't shout or we will shoot your husband" The warning was clear - she nodded.

What came next was expected the first guy took his cock out and started fucking her. Mrs Smith's skinny body tried to resist, but being handcuffed didn't helped at all. It was futile. It was even worse, her husband was a helpless witness of her private parts being ravished by a cock of a stranger.

"You can try to moan a little for me" the man said with ugly grin on his face. "Don't you like my cock in your dry cunt?"

Disgusted Karen spat in his face but she immediately regretted as it only aggravated the man-like monster. In one second the knife was again in his hand and in the very the next one it was cutting her left nipple. She cried out in pain as the tip sliced her flesh. The man continued guiding the knife until he sliced the nipple in half. Blood started dripping down on Karen's body as Tom was trembling in terror seeing how the sadistic man was now mutilating both of his wife's breasts. The ordeal lasted only 20 seconds. Once he finished with his sadistic work he resumed thrusting his cock in Karen.

"Listen cunt, your hole is almost dry, but that won't stop me, so you'd better try to enjoy this. Do you understand?" Karen's mind was overwhelmed by the pain and the extreme stress, so no response came out of her mouth. But the man didn't care. He shoot his load in Karen's poor cunt and after the last drop was injected he gave way to his colleague - he zipped his pants up and took the gun, switching places with him.

When the second guy stuffed his cock in Karen's vagina it became clear that his colleague was the gentle one. This guy was way more brutal and his cock was thicker and longer. Karen's poor cunt was being mercilessly demolished by the invading phallus. He established rapid and steady rhythm. He could feel his cock hitting her cervix with every thrust. It became slightly more easier as the tormented hole of Mrs Smith had started producing some grease to save itself from a rupture. Tom was still held on his knees with the gun pointed at his head. He helplessly watched as a second guy was raping his wife's cunt.

Karen was already half-conscious because of the ordeal. Her overwhelmed nervous system, the pain from her raped vagina and pain from her sliced nipples had rendered her numb. No wonder she didn't feel how the second man ejaculated his seed in her cock hole.

The guy stepped back "Bro, look at her dirty cunt, it's leaking cum" he joked with his fellow gangster pointing at the abused hole of Mrs Smith.

Soon it became clear that the second stranger was far from satisfied. Madness took over his actions. He made few steps behind and from the metal container he took a paper bag which seemed filled with food leftover. Without emptying it he put it over Karen's head.

"Your wife is beautiful even in that way" he teased sadistically her husband.

Meanwhile, Karen had fainted. Disgusting liquids caused by the spoiled products that were in the bag, were now leaking down her chest mixing with the small bloodstreams from the cuts on her belly.

The guy released the handcuffs holding her hands. She immediately dropped on the wet pavement and If the guy hadn't caught her she would have smashed her head. He let her almost gently face down on the sloppy pavement. Karen's ankles remained cuffed to the metal frame. The high heels which were magically still on her feet were still shining bright on the moonlight emphasizing the absurdity of the situation. The guy moved behind her and spread her ass cheeks.

"Haha, look at this fuck hole, it seems used and loose." The dark brown puckered entrance seemed a bit loose to him. He poked it with a finger before ultimately shoving his cock in her shit hole. Indeed Karen's rear had seen a few cocks in her life, so his member slid in easily without the need of a lubricant. The guy then thrusted with all his force pressing her body in to the ground.

Karen came back to her senses and realizing the desperate new situation she tried to resist, but it was futile. She felt so numb from the ordeal so far. She at least tried to push away the invader, but it was difficult to do so being face down with a bag on your head. As a result of the short struggle he simply bent her arms behind her back immobilizing her completely. Karen Smith had become a still anal cock sleeve for the aroused monster. The unwanted intercourse continued for what seemed to her like an eternity. Actually it lasted not more then 10 minutes. His violent thrusts into her rectum made her sphincter spasm uncontrollably around his cock. That soon drove him over the edge and he spurt another load of his semen - this time filling Karen's shitter.

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Tom's gaze was blank. The last quarter of an hour seemed like a bad dream to him. The two guys had left 5 minutes ago. The only thing they said before leaving were the words "Two weeks, don't be late". Karen had started coming to her senses. What the hell can he do to repay his debt? How they can get discretely at home? Karen ankle's were still cuffed to the metal frame and the bag that was over her head was now lying in the dirt on the ground. How they can explain Karen's wounds when if they call for medical help?

So much questions and so little time to answer...