We had always discussed our plans in the restaurant. It kept our conversations civil to know people were listening. That morning I didn't particularly...care."Or what," she said equally snippy."Or we will discuss what you and Bart were doing while I was getting raped daily in a jungle prison," I said. "You did know that was part of me and Bart's relationship." You do know I had nothing to do with that?" he said."I also know you did nothing to stop it," I said."They would have killed you, if we. You are on your back and he jumps on you, straddling your body, he takes the belt and ties your hands together, binding them around the post of your headboard. He still has control of your collar, turning the shirt just 1/2 turn makes it so you can breath. He does this to show you how easy it is to control you. He looks down at you, your eyes are watering, but not from fear. The only thing wetter than your eyes is your throbbing cunt. You can feel your wetness running down your thighs and. "Yes" said Jeff gently. "And then Lloyd is going to fuck you, but as I said we will not hurt you, and I promise you will be glad that you had both our cocks inside you."Panicking, I protested that they could not do that to my wife. Jenny turned to me and told me to shut up, I had no say in the matter. With that, she meekly followed Jeff up to our bedroom.After they had gone upstairs, I heard no sound for a while, and then the sound of the bedsprings moving began. I could hear muffled cries. Janey simply pulled the strings, and held Natalie's bottoms up. It took 6 seconds. Neither girl was muddy above her thighs, except for Nat's hands and lower arms. Still crying, Natalie got down again. The referee called. "Wrestle." Janey pulled Nat's arm out, flattened her in the mud, rolled her onto back, and the mic suspended over the pit picked up Janey telling Nat to say she quits, or she'd get mud shoved into her vagina. Nat submitted; the third round lasted 11 seconds. The whole match.