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.

But apparently I have just stood there for a few seconds. Inaction was a course of action here. Seeing that I was not going to do anything Steve took charge. He walked towards the headboard of the bed and placed his palm on the bed near Divya's face. Other guys made way for him. Other guys made way for him. Scott, who was near her face walked few steps down and took position near her waist. The other guy went to the other side of the bed to meet with the guy waiting there.

"How are you Divya?"
Scott asked delicately. It looked like he was going to tease her. Divya just looked up at him, confused and scared. He gently stroked her left cheek with his palm. She looked at him as if expecting some mercy from him. He kept on caressing her face.

"SLAP!"
Suddenly, Steve slapped Divya quite hard. He then held her neck as in a choke hold.
"I asked you a question, stupid Indian cunt. Don't you understand English? Answer me"
"Sorry. I'm hurt" murmured Divya. Without realizing it, she has accepted his authority and accepted that I was just going to be a spectator there. Her husband was right there, while this white guy whom she hardly knows has taken total control of her.
"SLAP!"
Steve slapped her harder.
"Oww" Divya squirmed.
"Next time I ask you a question curry princess, you answer quickly. Got it?" Steve asked.
Divya nodded. Steve put his hand on her mouth and started making shapes with her lips. He first pressed them together, then pulled them apart with both parts. He then pulled her tongue out and pretended as if he's inspecting her teeth. He was going to explore every inch of her, it seemed.
"We have to inspect our slaves well, don't we guys?" He asked from his friends who laughed approvingly.

Meanwhile, they were springing into action as well. Scott first cupped her right breast with his hand and then pulled her shirt up exposing her bra. He looked at her boobs covered by the black bra hungrily. He didn't remove the bra but started to play with the boobs while touching his junk under his shorts. The two other guys in the other side of the bed walked few steps down and took charge of her body below the waist. One guy opened her denim button pulled the zipper down. He then started playing with her exposed panties. The other guy, standing further down, started to massage her thighs. He was also eyeing her feet hungrily.

My 33 year old wife was now being forced by these four guys, in any practical sense. She was 5'3", 120 lbs, and had an ok face. She was not a beauty queen but was a good enough fuck for any guy. And certainly a great fuck for these guys who had never had sex with a brown skinned woman. They were clearly going to enjoy it to the fullest. The question was how Divya was going to react after. We had counted on she liking it in the end, and I had foolishly gone ahead with their plan despite she being conservative woman who had only had sex with me. Only time would tell. For now, I had to watch what these bastards would do to Divya.

"Hey Praveen, Do you like what we've done to your wife?" Steve shouted at me. It was a reminder that I can't be a complete spectator here.
"You were right about her boobs being saggy. But they are not too bad for an Indian cunt" Scott said while cupping her boobs. Still he hasn't opened her bra. The other two guys just kept smiling, continuing with what they were doing.
Divya looked at me as if questioning me. She knew I was part of the plan the moment they grabbed her I didn't do anything but she didn't know how much we have planned. Scott talking about what I said to them about her boobs might have annoyed her a bit. There was something accusatory in her look.
"What are you looking at bitch" Steve said seeing Divya stare at me.
"SLAP!" another slap.
"Nothing... uhhhh"
Divya moaned as Scott twisted her nipples. At the same time, the guy who was playing with her panty inserted his index finger inside her cunt.
"Why bitch? You think you are a queen or something. You are nothing but a cheap whore. You should thank your white masters for fucking a dirty, curry-smelling slut like you. Understand?"
"Yes" Divya said probably wanting to avoid another slap.
"SLAP!" a slap followed nevertheless.
"Say yes sir!"
Divya was not told before to address them as sir but she wasn't in a position to argue.
"Good"
Steve said. He stepped away from her face and grabbed her boobs. As earlier, Scott gave way and turned his attention to her exposed tummy. He grabbed her saggy belly fat from both hands.
"You were right about belly fat" He said. Divya was not fat but her belly was not firm.
"But it gives us something to work with. Besides, she will be needing that fat this weekend" Scott said with a wink.
Again Divya looked uneasy. She might have thought that this would be over soon but Scott's offhand comment tipped her that this was going to take more time. The poor thing didn't know that we have planned to fuck and abuse her through the long weekend. It was still Saturday morning. We had even made rough plans on sessions. The opening fucking session, which was now being played, would last about 3 hours and after a break of about one hour the next session, which would use bdsm would start. The plan was that she would become a slut at the end of the weekend. And Scott was right in that she would need her body fat. She probably wouldn't get much to eat.
"Aww" My thoughts were interrupted by Divya's scream. Steve had twisted her nipples after rolling her bra up. Her perky brown nipples were in full view.
"Hey these are better than I expected" Steve said in a satisfied manner.
"What do you say boys, let's get this slut out of her clothes" He said. The others nodded and said yes in agreement.
I wondered how they were going to take everything off when her hands and feet were tied to bed. I was about to see.
Steve put his hands under Divya's body and unhooked her bra professionally. Mind you he couldn't see the hook. He took it up triumphantly. He showed it to Divya, who looked scared, and threw it to the floor. Then he pulled her yellow shirt up to her armpits. Her boob were in full view.
The guy who was playing with Divya's cunt, John as learnt later, rolled her jeans down. Then the fourth guy, Rick, further down pulled them to her ankles. Then John rolled her panty down to her thighs. Her pubic area with short pubic hair was in full view. Scott just stood in the middle enjoying the sight of my wife being stripped naked.
"I don't want these rags to disturb us. Hey Praveen, get us the scissors. It's in my bag" Steve said while squeezing her boobs.
I looked at Divya. She just looked down at the four guys ravishing her body. She looked somewhat surprised at this request but it looked like nothing would surprise her anymore. If her husband brought her to this cottage to be forced by these four guys it wouldn't surprise her much that he would also fetch them instrument to help the act.
I walked to the table in the side of the room and opened Scott's bag. As he said, there was a pair of scissors in it. There were many other things there and I could see a pair of handcuffs and a dildo. Presumably, he would use them on Divya sometime within today.
I took the scissor and handed them to Steve. If you do something wrong, enjoy it to the fullest, they say.