Holiday - Part 4 of Scouting Hell

It took 3 months to rebuild the burnt out Scout Hall during which time we ran sessions in the local Church Hall. Helen and I spent a lot of time fundraising and working with the builders to get the new building completed and equipped. My hair grew back enough at least for me to have a “no1” cut!

Once everything was sorted we agreed we really needed a break, so we looked for something on or near the coast. We didn’t fancy a hotel so looked for a small cottage. The search engine flagged up one particular property as being an ideal fit. It was much larger than we were looking for, however the price was very cheap for a Friday to Monday booking and, as it had good reviews, we booked it.

We intended just to do some walking and generally spend quality time chilling on the beach. The website said the cottage was in a prime location overlooking the beach, but it turned out to be a bit more isolated than we had expected. The key was held in a key safe by the door and we had been emailed the code.

On the Friday night Helen and I had just settled down with a bottle of wine to watch a movie when there was a knock on the door. Assuming it was the owner come to say “Hi” I answered; but it wasn’t the owner it was our worst nightmare come visiting.

I was pushed back into the lounge by one of the men. The woman and the other man followed. Helen reached for her phone but it was knocked from her hand; ‘you should know better than that!’ the soft Irish lilt had a hard edge as the woman picked up the dropped phone and removed its battery.

She turned to me; ‘phone’, she commanded and I handed it over. After removing the battery she pulled the SIM cards from both phones and snapped them in two.

‘Nice place you booked; I’m glad you chose the one I suggested!’ I must have looked confused so she enlightened me by explaining that she had put the details of this place into my browser as being the ideal place for our holiday.

‘A nice long weekend away – that gives us plenty of time to enjoy ourselves; or at least for me to enjoy myself!’, she said rubbing her hands. The only thing I could think to say was; ‘what happens if the owner calls round?’ She just laughed; ‘I sent him a message from you to say you were newlyweds looking for privacy! So I don’t think we will be disturbed, and as you found out there are no neighbours.’

She had clearly planned this well and we had unwittingly walked right into her trap. I hadn’t noticed that one of the men had left the cottage but the door opened and he returned lugging two large suitcases.

‘First things first’, the woman said; ‘I want you to gather up all your clothes and put them back into your suitcases’. Neither of us understood why, but we clearly had no choice so we obeyed.

Once we had finished she smiled; ‘and that includes what you are wearing!’ so all our clothes ended up in the suitcases and we were left naked. One of the men took the two cases outside. ‘You will know by now that I always come prepared, so I have brought things for you to wear; just not things you might want to leave here wearing, not that escape will be a possibility!’

We both watched her open one of the large cases the man had brought in. She handed each of us an outfit. It turned out that they were matching French Maid uniforms; black top, black skirt with white frilly layer underneath and a white apron.

‘Hands behind your back’, she commanded once we had dressed. Our wrists were bound together with thick white rope.

‘You both look really nice’, she said taking several photos. ‘As we have two maids in the house I will split your duties’, she said before pointing to me; ‘you can look after my two colleagues whilst your lovely wife can be my maid for the evening.’

We both realised that protesting was not going to get us anywhere. Instead the woman ushered Helen out of the room leaving me with the two men.

‘Maids are there to provide a service’, one of them said; ‘so bend over the end of the settee!’ I knew what was coming but it didn’t make it any less painful.

My legs were forced apart and the skirt lifted and I felt one of them position himself between my legs and soon his cock pushed against my anus.

With no lubricant his entry was extremely painful and when I cried out in pain he cuffed the back of my head and then clamped his hand over my mouth as he drove himself in.

After forcing himself inside several times when he finally pulled out I hadn’t felt him ejaculate which was a surprise but then his colleague took over and rammed his cock home and he was like a pile driver! He too stopped before he climaxed and when I was told to kneel down I realised why.

I was made to lick them to a climax one after the other tasting not only their cum but my faeces.

Eventually Helen returned accompanied by the woman. ‘Has his technique improved?’ the woman asked and the two men both shook their heads. ‘Only a slight improvement’, one said. ‘That’s a disappointment’, the woman said looking at me; ‘you clearly need some training; which we will attend to later!’

She untied Helen and told her to fetch the wine we had opened before we were interrupted. One of the men took the bottle and stood in front of me; ‘thirsty?’ he asked and I nodded; after swallowing their sperm and my own excrement I needed something to take the taste away.

I hadn’t bargained for what he had in mind. I was forced onto the floor and my legs pulled up against the settee. The wine bottle was forced into my arse and I felt its contents draining into my rectum and in no time my head began to spin.

When he pulled the bottle out I could see that it was half empty. The bottle was then pushed into my mouth and I was made to swallow the rest.

‘Time to play a game’, the woman said with a smile I didn’t like. ‘Helen has two minutes to suck you off. Failure to complete the task in the time limit means a forfeit’, she said producing a bottle of vodka

We should have known it wasn’t going to be simple. Helen was blindfolded and spun around before the woman started the clock on her phone. Helen had hardly got her mouth around my cock by the end of two minutes.

The forfeit was a double measure of vodka for each of us and then it was my turn and I fared no better when I was blindfolded. More vodka followed.

Two more rounds produced the same result and I for one was very drunk by the time I heard the woman say: ‘I think it’s time to get some sleep; you both have a big day tomorrow.’ After being allowed to use the bathroom we were led up to one of the bedrooms.

I was told to sit on the bed and Helen was made to straddle me and the woman guided my cock into Helen’s already wet vagina. Ropes around us crushed our two bodies together and then we were pushed back onto the bed and our legs tied together with more rope.

We were each cleave gagged with a white scarf; ‘enjoy yourself; but try and get some sleep!’ the woman said as the three of them left. The light was turned off as the door closed.

Helen was clearly enjoying my cock inside her.  She used her internal muscles to bring me to a climax. There was nothing I could do for her as we were bound too tightly together. Eventually the alcohol ensured we both drifted off to sleep.