Violent Desires Unleashed

A heterosexual couple in their 20's of a fit black guy named Morris and his ginger wife named Anne are viciously and violently gangraped in their home by 4 named bisexual men including one that was an old college friend of Morris named Chester that had a crush on him and another that had a fetish for licking and fucking men's asses.

**The Knock at the Door** Anne was bent over the kitchen counter, Morris gripping her hips from behind, when the first knock came. They froze—no one was supposed to be here tonight. Morris pulled out of her with a wet sound, adjusting his sweats as he moved toward the door. Anne tugged her dress down, cheeks flushed. The door burst open before he could touch the knob. Four men shoved inside—Chester grinning in front, his thick beard hiding the hunger in his eyes. "Missed you, Mo," he purred, grabbing Morris by the throat. Anne screamed, cut short when a hand clamped over her mouth. One of the men—tall, tattooed—licked his lips as he shoved her face-first into the counter. "Gonna wreck both of you," he growled. Chester forced Morris to his knees, yanking his sweats down. "Always wanted this ass," he hissed, spitting into his palm before rubbing it over Morris’s hole. Anne sobbed as the tattooed man ripped her panties off, fingers plunging inside her. Another man pinned Morris’s head between his thighs, forcing his cock into his mouth. No mercy. No hesitation. Just brutal, relentless taking.

**No Mercy** Chester’s fingers dug into Morris’s hips, forcing him back onto his cock with a brutal thrust. Morris choked, his body jerking as his old friend filled him in one savage motion. Anne’s scream was muffled against the counter, her wrists pinned behind her back as the tattooed man rutted between her thighs. His cock stretched her, the wet slap of skin drowning out her whimpers. The fourth man—lean, with a cruel smirk—circled them, gripping Morris’s hair to yank his head back. “Open wider,” he ordered, shoving his cock past Morris’s lips until he gagged. Spit dripped down his chin as the man fucked his throat in short, sharp strokes. Chester groaned, slamming deeper, his free hand groping Morris’s ass. “Fuck, Mo—knew you’d take it like this.” The last attacker knelt behind Anne, tongue dragging up her slit before burying his face between her cheeks. She shuddered, hips bucking as he licked her hole, wet and obscene. No pause. No reprieve. Just bodies used, violated, owned—every gasp, every twitch another victory for the men tearing them apart.

**Double Down** Chester wrenched Morris’s hips higher, his cock pistoning into his ass with rough, uneven thrusts. The lean man never let up, fucking Morris’s throat with a relentless rhythm, his balls slapping against his chin. Anne’s thighs trembled as the tattooed man pulled out of her pussy just long enough to spit against her asshole. “Gonna fill both,” he grunted, lining up his cock before driving into her tight back door. She screamed, back arching, as the fourth man shoved back inside her cunt, stretching her obscenely. Morris’s eyes rolled back as Chester suddenly grabbed his cock, jerking him roughly while the lean man fucked his mouth deeper. “Bet you never thought you’d take two at once, huh?” Chester panted, slamming harder. Anne’s body jerked between the men, her moans turning ragged as they found a brutal sync—one thrusting into her ass while the other hammered her pussy, over and over. No escape. No mercy. Just flesh claimed, holes stuffed, the wet, filthy sounds of their violation echoing through the room.

**No Quarter** Chester’s grip tightened on Morris’s hips, slamming him down harder as the lean man’s cock bulged against his throat. Morris gagged, spit and tears streaking his face, his body trapped between their relentless rhythm. Anne’s scream broke into a choked sob as the tattooed man bottomed out in her ass, his thick cock stretching her impossibly wider. The fourth man suddenly pulled out of her dripping cunt, dragging her up by the hair. “Open,” he growled, shoving her mouth onto his shaft before she could gasp. Her throat convulsed around him, muffled cries vibrating against his flesh as the tattooed man kept pounding her ass, each thrust driving her deeper onto the other’s cock. “Fuck—look at her,” the tattooed man grunted, dragging his fingers through Anne’s soaked folds before shoving two back inside her cunt alongside his own cock. She jerked between them, her body stretched obscenely—mouth stuffed, ass split open, fingers working her ruined pussy. Morris’s cock throbbed in Chester’s fist, his own release hovering just out of reach as the lean man fucked his throat harder, hips snapping. Chester’s thrusts turned jagged, his balls slapping against Morris’s ass. “Not yet,” he panted, yanking Morris’s hair. “You don’t get to come yet.” Anne’s thighs shook violently, her moans reduced to wet, guttural sounds around the cock fucking her face. The men didn’t let up—only drove deeper, harder, their rhythm brutal and unbroken. No respite. No mercy. Just flesh used, holes claimed, the wet, filthy sounds of their violation echoing louder.

Chester decides he wants Morris for himself so Anne gets Triple Penetration as Chester taunts them both

**No Reprieve** Chester’s grip on Morris’s hips turned possessive, his thrusts turning deeper, slower—marking his claim. “Mine,” he growled, jerking Morris’s cock harder as the lean man finally pulled out of his throat with a wet pop. Morris gasped for air, spit slicking his chin, but Chester didn’t let him recover. He flipped him onto his back, pinning his wrists as he drove back into his ass in one brutal stroke. “Watch,” Chester ordered, forcing Morris’s head toward Anne. The tattooed man had her bent over the arm of the couch, her ass still spread wide around his cock while the fourth man rutted into her pussy. The third—a thick-framed brute with scarred knuckles—grabbed her hair, dragging her mouth onto his shaft without hesitation. Anne’s scream was muffled, her body jerking as all three men fucked into her at once—cock stretching her throat, another pistoning her cunt, the last splitting her ass open with every thrust. Chester laughed, his hips grinding against Morris’s ass. “She’s taking more than you ever could.” He leaned down, biting Morris’s shoulder. “But you’re still mine.” Anne’s thighs trembled violently, her moans choked around the cock in her mouth as the men found a ruthless rhythm—one driving into her throat while the other two filled her holes in tandem, stretching her beyond thought. No escape. No reprieve. Just bodies used, owned, the room thick with the sounds of sweat-slicked flesh and broken whimpers.