My wife still had all her clothes. Her T-shirt was pulled up a bit, which revealed some skin in her tummy but even her belly button was not visible. Her denim well intact. Her feet were bare but she even had her wrist watch on.
Which is not to say that she wasn't in a compromising position. Her hand were tied together above her head with a strong rope which was then tied to the metal bed frame above her head. Her legs were spread apart and tied to the two bed posts of the other end of the bed with the same type of rope. She wasn't gagged or anything. She was just shocked, like a deer in headlights, and was staring directly at me as I stood near the door of the room.
This still would have been not that unusual had the two of us been alone in the room. But that was not the case. There were four white guys from ages 30 to 50 in the room, closer to her than me. I barely remembered their names. Steve, about 40, tall and muscular, had just finished tying her feet to the bed posts and was looking at her admiring his work. He had the look of a local hunter who had just killed a helpless deer. At least he was fully clothed. The three other guys had slowly started to undress. They had taken their shirts off and bulges under there pants were clearly visible. The oldest guy, Scott, who was 50, had already gently placed his hand on her right shoulder and was massaging it. It looked like he was aiming for her mouth, to be the first guy to get a blow job from her. The other two guys were in either side of the bed, ready to grab her. May be they were planning to grab a boob each or first tear her T-shirt off.
But the attack has not yet begun. After the mad in rush in overpowering her and tying her to the bed when she tried to leave the house, they were taking stock of the situation. My wife Divya was doing the same thing. It was clear that all five of them, the victim and the attackers, were looking for some sort of a signal from me. It was as if I were in command, which was somewhat surprising given that I just stood there not saying or doing anything as the four white guys roughly grabbed Divya, my wife, and tied her. In doing so, they even slapped her a couple of time and called her "curry muching slut", "whore" and "cunt";. It was the calm before the next big storm.
All they needed was a smile and gentle wave of hand from me. But still I was in a position to stop it there. Had I asked them to let her go, they would probably had done so, although it was not certain. As I was trying to figure out what to do, the chain of events that led to this passed through my mind. It all began with an innocuous post in craigslist, which is widely used in USA for personal ads.
Which is not to say that she wasn't in a compromising position. Her hand were tied together above her head with a strong rope which was then tied to the metal bed frame above her head. Her legs were spread apart and tied to the two bed posts of the other end of the bed with the same type of rope. She wasn't gagged or anything. She was just shocked, like a deer in headlights, and was staring directly at me as I stood near the door of the room.
This still would have been not that unusual had the two of us been alone in the room. But that was not the case. There were four white guys from ages 30 to 50 in the room, closer to her than me. I barely remembered their names. Steve, about 40, tall and muscular, had just finished tying her feet to the bed posts and was looking at her admiring his work. He had the look of a local hunter who had just killed a helpless deer. At least he was fully clothed. The three other guys had slowly started to undress. They had taken their shirts off and bulges under there pants were clearly visible. The oldest guy, Scott, who was 50, had already gently placed his hand on her right shoulder and was massaging it. It looked like he was aiming for her mouth, to be the first guy to get a blow job from her. The other two guys were in either side of the bed, ready to grab her. May be they were planning to grab a boob each or first tear her T-shirt off.
But the attack has not yet begun. After the mad in rush in overpowering her and tying her to the bed when she tried to leave the house, they were taking stock of the situation. My wife Divya was doing the same thing. It was clear that all five of them, the victim and the attackers, were looking for some sort of a signal from me. It was as if I were in command, which was somewhat surprising given that I just stood there not saying or doing anything as the four white guys roughly grabbed Divya, my wife, and tied her. In doing so, they even slapped her a couple of time and called her "curry muching slut", "whore" and "cunt";. It was the calm before the next big storm.
All they needed was a smile and gentle wave of hand from me. But still I was in a position to stop it there. Had I asked them to let her go, they would probably had done so, although it was not certain. As I was trying to figure out what to do, the chain of events that led to this passed through my mind. It all began with an innocuous post in craigslist, which is widely used in USA for personal ads.