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INTRODUCTION

This is a more modern account of a Gangbang I took part in a couple of years ago. I asked my friend, who was with me, to describe what he saw. I then wrote down what he told me into this story to provide an eyewitness account of the events. Hopefully, it provides a slightly different perspective to the reader.

SPOILER ALERT - The last few paragraphs describe pee play and swirlies (me with my head in a toilet). If that's not your 'thing', I can fully understand. Please be kind enough not to vote the story down because you do not like one aspect of its contents. It is, after all, only describing what actually took place! Thank you.

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I never thought a five-day trip to Glasgow with Rachel could be so revealing or rewarding.

Of all things, and I cannot remember how it came about. Rachel had agreed to, shall we say perform with a group of older guys. It all sounded tame enough, but I was seconded to provide company on the journey down and to meet up with my then-girlfriend. We also had another of Rachel's male friends accompany her.

Inverness to Glasgow is a good three-hour drive at best, and you need to leave four hours to be safe due to potential traffic problems and the difficult roads.

Upon arrival in Glasgow, we quickly found the place where Rachel was to meet the group of older guys. We had something to eat since we were early, then went back with Rachel to the meeting. There, we discovered 10 men aged 65 to 75.

Rachel's friend and I stared in amazement at the guys waiting for her. I mean, Rachel, with her looks, could have commanded any of the most handsome hunks she wanted. Yet here she was willing to entertain, with her body, these old-age pensioners.

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Rachel was treated like royalty as she alighted from the car. The men she was meeting welcomed her by shaking her hand and giving her a peck on her cheek. I knew that neither her other friend nor I would be required to provide her with any necessary protection on this occasion.

Before we left, however, she introduced us to a balding, grey-headed man, who ushered us inside the place the men had hired for the event. It was basic; however, in one corner was a wooden St Andrew's cross for bondage use. I knew from experience that Rachel would enjoy that attraction.

There was also a monster six-foot-wide bed. Rachel suggested that we could head off and pick her up later. Everyone was happy with the arrangement.

Before leaving, we watched as Rachel allowed the men to treat her like a princess as they carefully undid the buttons on the front of her pretty, flowery dress. Rachel has a fetish for short sleeves and buttons up the front of dresses or blouses. She thinks that showing a little flesh on her arms is very provocative.

She has also said that most men want easy access to the goodies hidden beneath her garments, so a full-button-up dress or blouse is essential. I know that she once had a very embarrassing episode while working at a strip club while at university. It involved her inability to safely and quickly get out of a pair of jeans. That is, though, I am sure another story that only she can tell.

As these older men let her dress fall off her arms, one caught it and placed it on a chair. Then they all flirted with Rachel, and she flirted back with them. As she did so, she expertly guided their hands under her bra and into her panties.

I watched one of the guys pop her bra, and it fell away. She then turned around and fell to her knees while at the same time undoing the fly on one of the men's trousers to give him a blow job.

While she was pleasing that one man, the others played with her breasts and her hair. Eventually, she stood up, allowing her panties to be removed. At this point, we decided that she was indeed safe enough, and we could head off for our own entertainment.

When we reappeared, six hours later, Rachel was lying naked on the bed, being lovingly caressed by the older men. Upon seeing us, she called time and quickly got up and dressed.

As we were leaving, each of these old-timers gave her a present. These ranged from a massive box of chocolates to an enormous bouquet to what looked like an expensive perfume. I have never seen anyone give gifts like that to Rachel before or since. I thought it showed a genuine appreciation of her willingness to be used by them.

A couple of days later, after we had enjoyed Glasgow and its many different features, one of Rachel's acquaintances in the city invited us out for a meal. We had no intention of turning down free food!

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It transpired that he worked voluntarily, seeking to help young people with 'issues.' During the conversation, he mentioned some about whom he was concerned.

We were amazed when Rachel suggested that she would be willing to speak to the young men. Her friend told her he did not think that her pep talk would in any way help such people. He said what needed to happen was for them to learn to respect others without losing their tempers.

Quite a while had passed, and the subject had well changed before Rachel enquired if a guinea pig for the guys would help them. None of us knew what she meant. Rachel asked what would happen if they met a woman who was willing to be fucked by them all. Would they not, placed in that position, learn to respect the woman they were with as well as one another?

Her friend laughed and replied, \"Maybe it would or maybe it wouldn't, but what female would be willing to play in such a way with such wild and delinquent young people?\"

I felt myself tremble and go cold as I suddenly knew what was coming next.

I told Rachel, \"Whatever you are thinking, the answer is NO!\"

She did not seem to listen. She replied, \"I'd be willing if you thought it would help them.\"

Her friend was a bit cross about her attitude, telling Rachal in all seriousness that it was not a joking matter.

Rachel responded by saying, \"Who's joking?\"

After a lot of hushed discussions and much to our dismay, Rachel agreed that the next night she would go to the club to be the guinea pig for these young guys. We were horrified. Rachel smiled and added, \"What could happen to me with you three guys there to protect me?\"

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We were afraid to say \"lots\" as we thought of every eventuality.

The next day, we told Rachel that this was definitely one of her most stupid and outrageous ideas. We told her to forget it straight away.

She was not to be deterred as she thought of these young guys with all their problems. She was sure that her daring escapade could help, and she would not be persuaded otherwise.

At 7 pm, we arrived at the club. Rachel was dressed as demurely as could be in one of her favoured short-sleeve dresses. She looked more like a social worker than someone who was going to embark on what I thought was a rather foolhardy and dangerous mission.

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In the club was an office that looked out through one-way glass into the main room. This room housed a snooker table, a billiard table and a couple of those electric pinball machines. There were also a couple of sofas and a few chairs of various constructions. We also noticed some cotton rope hanging from a wall hook that Rachel had asked to be provided.

Her friend and two other helpers greeted us and pointed out seven guys who did look like they had issues. Once I saw them, I thought Rachel would turn turtle and run at the sight of them, but she didn't!

She still wanted to go in and confront them with no idea how they would react. We were all as nervous as kittens as we told Rachel to shout if she needed us. We also told her to give us a thumbs-up if everything was okay.

Rachel opened the door and went into the main room. Suddenly, the guys became very quiet as she walked in, looking for all the world like one of the sexy lovelies out of a James Bond set. She went over to the pool table and, lifting herself, sat on it. The guys instinctively gathered around her like bees to a hive.

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It was impossible to make out all she was saying inside the office, so we opened the door just a little to try and listen in.

Some were asking who she was and what she was doing there.

\"How can you help us?\"

\"Well, would you allow me to try?\"

\"No one wants to help us. Everyone thinks we are no good.\"

\"I don't.\"

\"Why not?\"

\"Because I think you all have a great future if you just sort yourselves out.\"

\"You're very fuckin sexy.\"

\"Do you think so? Thanks so much for saying so. Do you like women?\"

\"Of course, we do what guy doesn't.\"

\"What kind of women do you like?\"

\"Fuckin sexy dirty bitches.\"

\"Oh, you mean like me?\"

\"You're sexy but not a bitch.\"

\"How do you know?\"

\"You just aren't. You don't dress like a bitch.\"

\"Oh, so your handsome hunks wouldn't be interested in shagging me?\"

\"What?\"

\"You guys wouldn't want to fuck me?\"

There was silence for a few seconds.

\"Of course we would - what guy wouldn't want to, you're very sexy.\"

\"So, what would you like to do to me?\"

\"What?\"

\"If I let you, what would you want to do to me?\"

\"Fuck the shit out of you, woman.\"

\"Really? So you'd have to do anal on me to do that. Anything else?\"

\"Can we talk filthy to you, misses?\"

\"Yes, if you want.\"

\"We'd love to strip you and fuck you real rough in every hole till you begged us to stop, then we'd fuck you again.\"

\"Oh! Is that all?\"

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\"What you mean?\"

\"Well, they tell me you are all bad boys, so I thought you'd want to do more than just fuck me?\"

\"What do you mean?\"

\"Well, say I gave you all permission here and now to do absolutely anything you wanted to me; what would you do?\"

\"Anything?\"

\"Anything at all.\"

\"You mean you want us to tell you what sort of sex we'd like to have with you?\"

\"Yes\"

\"Rough sex! Really rough sex, fuck your ass hard and pull your hair and tits very hard.\"

\"And?\"

\"Make you clean our cocks with your mouth once we've fucked your arse.\"

\"And?\"

\"Treat you like a fuckin whore.\"

\"Really? How?\"

\"Oh, smack you hard on your ass and tits.\"

\"But I have tiny tits.\"

\"Don't matter.\"

\"Piss over you, make that pretty face of yours as dirty as we fuckin can. And make you drink our piss.\"

\"Well, you know how to treat a girl, don't you?\"

\"You a counsellor? Asking all these dumb questions?\"

\"No, I was just going to offer my services to you.\"

\"Really? How?\"

\"Well, I'm guessing that what you have said you want to do to me, you would if I let you? Or was that just idle talk and wind from your overstuffed egos?\"

\"No! We'd do it, but you'd never let us.\"

\"Why wouldn't I?\"

\"Well, you're not that sort of woman.\"

\"What sort?\"

\"A total slut.\"

\"But what if you made me into one?\"

\"How\"

\"By doing all those things to me.\"

\"You wouldn't let us.\"

\"Why not try me if you think you're man enough?\"

Again, there was another silence before one responded.

\"You're just here to get us into trouble for hurting you, aren't you?\"

\"No, not at all. I want to help you, so here's the deal. I've been told that some of you get into bother for one reason or another. I know that those here are worried this may lead to worse things. I don't want that, and neither do they.\"

Rachel continued, \"I'm prepared to allow you to do almost anything you want with me between now and midnight on two conditions. The first is that this will be the first and only time you ever treat a woman like this. You see, most women are not like me. I am what is called a 'sub'. I want to be submissive and do as I am told when having sex. I also love bondage, being tied up, and strangely, I enjoy being humiliated. Most women are not like that. So, you have a chance tonight to fulfil your most base desires and maybe fulfil some of mine. And the second is that you don't cut or burn me in any way, and if I shout 'stop' or 'enough', you stop what you are doing instantly. Is that understood?\"

More silence followed.

˜Do you really mean that? I mean, you are so fucking hot we couldn't help ourselves.\"

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˜Yes, you could, and you will if you agree because, in that room, \" she said, pointing to where we were, \"are some of the leaders here who have only allowed this because they have confidence in you to respect me. I also have some friends there who will deal with you if you don't. If you try to go beyond my wishes, you will let yourselves down, and you will have let me down, as I talked your leaders into allowing me to do this bash with you. So, what do you say?\"

˜Lady when can we start?\"

˜In a moment. You see that white rope up there. \"

She pointed towards the cotton rope on a hook.

˜It's been brought in on my request, for you to use to tie me up if you wish.\" She smiled her beautiful smile at them.

˜Missus?\"

˜I'm a miss. I'm not married.\"

˜Ok miss, can we call you filthy names and order you to do things?\"

˜Yes, you may, no problem.\"

˜Well, then slut show us your dirty fucking arse.\"

With that, Rachel jumped off the table and, turning her back on the guys, lifted the hem of her dress to reveal her panties,

˜Who wants to pull them down?\" she asked.

Several hands grabbed at her pink knickers and yanked them down to her ankles.

˜Oh I had better confess, \" she added, turning around and dropping her dress again, ˜I am not shaved between my legs. I am one hundred per cent natural. So, do you still want to fuck me?\"

˜Yes, we do, \" came the reply from them all.

˜Well here I am, so get started.\"

˜What about your clothes?\"

˜Well, that's up to you. Do you want to leave me dressed or rip my clothes off me? Which do you prefer?\"

˜We may ruin them if we rip them off.\"

˜Thank you for your concern, but it won't matter, they are old.\"

That was the main gist of the conversation, so you see how Rachel got some rather arrogant young men to talk to and interact with her.

That was pretty much the catalyst for five hours of Rachel looking after the needs of these seven guys.

In no time, they grabbed her hard and ripped her dress off her, along with just about everything she was wearing, bra, panties, shoes and socks, even the elasticised band holding her long auburn hair in a ponytail. All stripped from her, leaving her as naked as the day she was born.

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When her bra came off, someone said, ˜Fuck me. She said she has small tits, but those are nonexistent.\"

Immediately, she turned around, and someone looking between her legs asked, ˜Whatever is that down there, a hedgehog?\"

For a while, confusion reigned between them all as they all wanted to do different things to her.

Eventually, the men tied Rachel in a standing position to the pockets of the snooker table while facing it. This allowed the guys access to her vagina and anus. The rope was one long length, and one of the lads came to the office to ask for a pair of scissors to cut it into shorter pieces.

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We all watched through the window as they went to town on her. She did scream out on some occasions. Oddly enough, when she did, these young men stopped to check she was alright.

Once they had finished with her in this position, she was re-tied kneeling beside the snooker table. Her wrists were attached to the pockets, so she was in a T position and able to give oral. They grabbed her hair this time and used it to encourage her to fuck their cocks with her mouth. I knew better than most what Rachel was capable of and said, ˜I'll bet she swallows.\" I confess, though, I was a little surprised when she did.

Next, she was tied spread on top of the table face up as they lay on her to fuck her cunt from the front. The longer it went on, the more degrading their comments became.

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Grab my cock bitch.\"

˜Suck mine clean, you filthy whore.\"

Then they wanted to hear Rachel speak again.

\"What are you?\"

˜What you do mean?\"

˜Tell us you're a dirty slut.\"

˜I'm a slut!\"

˜More!\"

˜I'm a dirty slut!\"

˜More!\"

˜I'm a dirty slut and a whore.\"

\"More!\"

\"I'm a dirty fucking slut; I'm a total whore and a filthy bitch.\"

The more she said, the more animated and excited the guys using her became.

During this time, one of the group members came to the office door and knocked. He very politely asked if someone would be kind enough to go to the local shop and buy a King Size Mars bar and a King Size Kit-Kat.

I remember our friend from the organisation saying, “My goodness, I have never seen him display manners like that.\"

Someone was sent to get the specified items and came back about fifteen minutes later with two of each, saying, ˜Well, it's always good to have a spare.\"

Once they had finished with Rachel lying on her back, they stood her up, and one asked, very politely, ˜Can we whip you with the rope?\"

˜Yes, if you think I deserve it?\"

There was more confusion as to how they would do it. I could see, and I know Rachel could too, that the roof beams were ideal. The roof had metal joists running the entire length, and a bar dropped down from the apex onto them.

I heard Rachel say, “Why not tie me up to that beam?\"

Her wrists were tied tightly together in front of her. One of the men stood on the pool table and threw the rope over the beam. Then Rachel's arms were pulled high over her head, and the rope secured. I thought that they would have pulled her onto tiptoes, but she still stood on the flat of her feet.

One of the guys took another long piece of rope and flicked one end at her prone body. The cord was too light and soft to hurt Rachel. The guy looked disappointed until another took the rope and doubled it, forming a loop that made the whip. That was much more effective!

Someone asked Rachel, \"How hard can we whip you?\"

She answered, \"I'll let you know if it's too much.\"

They made two doubled whips and used them hard on her tummy, legs and back, and several good, hard swishes across her buttocks.

Then one said, “Let me flick her tits.\"

The young man took a rope and stood in front of her. He then instructed her to stand upright with her chest out like a soldier. Immediately, Rachel obeyed and came to attention, pushing her chest forward, ready to receive the lashes she knew were coming.

The first attempt he made swished the air as he tried to get the end to catch the tip of her nipple. The next hit just above her nipple, and Rachel stepped back before being told to come back to attention.

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Another thwack and another reflex step back. By now, someone else joined it, trying to catch the most sensitive part of her body. Suddenly, one of them caught her perfectly, and she shrieked, taking the customary step back. Another couple of bull's eyes brought more shrieks of pain or delight. Then someone did the same across her buttocks, so she ended up swinging back and forth. I am not sure how many she took, but it was a lot before she said, 'Stop!' Enough!\"

I could see that they were all disappointed that they had found her limit, but they stopped immediately, she asked.

Rachel was still suspended when one of the guys came up to her with another length of rope and placed it between her legs. He then pulled it up, so it rested between her buttocks and over her pussy. After twisting both ends around his hand, he pulled it up further and tighter into her backside and cunt, making her wince. Next, he started to move it back and forth while still applying a lot of upward pressure. Naturally, this caused friction and made Rachel let out a delightful little warble each time he moved the rope.

The lad came back to the office to see if his chocolate bars had arrived, as this was taking place. He was delighted to be handed two of each. Then, having started back off towards the action, he checked himself and came back to say, \"Thanks, mate.\"

Once the guy with the rope had finished, he removed his simple but effective contraption. It was then that our new friend produced his chocolate bars. He showed them to Rachel, still suspended as she was, and asked if she liked chocolate. When she replied affirmatively, he told her they were for her.

\"The Mars is for up your cunt, and the large Kit-Kat will go into your asshole!\"

He then felt for her cunt and, in a quick movement, shoved the King-size Mars right up inside her well-lubricated pussy. He gave it a little twiddle that made Rachel, as she was suspended, do the same.

He then moved round to her ass and, taking the large Kit-Kat, which measured about three Centimeters square, pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her anus and quickly shoved the chocolate-coated biscuit right up her back passage.

˜There, \" he said with some satisfaction, \"That will stop you from being dirty for a while.\"

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He then gave it a further push and twiddled it, making Rachel moan again.

˜You'er fuckin fun, \" one of the guys responded as he looked at her tied with a Mars sticking out of her pussy and a Kit-Kat sticking out of her ass. There were also several reddening marks from the whipping appearing across her body.

˜Please, \" one of them asked, ˜Can we whip you again with the ropes?\"

There was a pause before Rachel replied that they could.

˜Across your tits again?\" someone asked almost hopefully.

˜Yes, okay, if you really want.\" She replied.

The effect was amazing as they all cheered her.

Once again, Rachel stood with chest out and proud, ready for what I thought would be a further hard flogging. I was not wrong, but before they started, they asked her again if it was all right to continue. Our friend who helped run the centre was lost for words that these guys were polite towards anyone.

They gave Rachel a few medium whacks over her legs, buttocks and tummy before again taking an interest in her breasts.

˜How hard?\" someone asked.

˜That's up to you.\"

˜No limits then?\"

˜No limits. I'm your slut remember. You're in control. You treat me how you want.\"

They teased Rachel a bit with gentle taps on her breasts and running the rope around her nipples to get them hard and erect. Even from where we were watching with rapt attention, it was evident that her tits became hard very quickly.

Suddenly, there was a quick movement and a whack as the rope struck home over one of her tits. She whimpered and swung on the rope, then stood to attention again.

I could feel the pain from ten meters away in the office, as I am sure we all could.

Whack, another direct hit right on the end of her erect nipples and a cry of pain. I think it was the fifth whack that brought the ˜stop\" call from Rachel. It was five more than I would have wanted to endure.

Now two guys commenced to fuck her using the chocolate bars in both her lower orifices. Up and down both pushed faster and harder all the time. Rachel moaned and swung on her bindings with both pain and pleasure.

Finally, both chocolate bars were removed, and we could see the sticky mess left behind on her backside.

The Mars bar was stuffed into her mouth with the order, \"Don't swallow it.\"

Even from our viewpoint, we could see that some would leak out with so much in her mouth. Indeed, it did, running down her chin and dripping onto her tits.

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The Kit-Kat from her bum was used to write 'Dirty Slut' right across her chest in sticky chocolate!

Eventually, all of them were tired of this game and lowered her down, allowing her to sit on the floor.

˜Did you say you'd allow us to degrade you?\"

˜It depends on what you have in mind?\"

˜Could we, well, would you allow us to piss over you?\"

˜Well, it is very close to midnight, so I think maybe we should call it a day, don't you?\"

˜Aww... but we wanted to finish you really smelly like.\"

˜And we want to watch you take a pee. We mean to see your cunt let it out. We've never seen a woman do that before.\"

˜Ok, I'll do that for you.\"

And she did! While one of them gleefully obtained a small empty waste bucket (asked for from the office), Rachel squatted and did what she was asked as the guys looked on, gasping in apparent wonderment.

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They still wanted to use her as their toilet, though, so eventually, she compromised to allow them to place her head down a toilet and pee over her and flush it. This made them so very excited.

First, they bound her hands behind her back and then led her into the toilets, which were off the main room. Their leader friend, and I followed to ensure, once again, nothing untoward happened.

Once we got into the toilets, there was some consternation. The cubicles had partitions that sensibly restricted access as designed, to one person. One guy came up to the leader and asked if he had a screwdriver, since a bracket and screws held each partition in place. He pointed out that if they undid the screws, they could remove the partitions to allow everyone better access to the proceedings.

Once he had established what they were suggesting, the leader went in search of a Pozi No. 2 driver.

In the meantime, I was left to answer difficult questions as to my relationship with Rachel. It seemed he had been gone for ages, and I was getting most flustered and embarrassed by all the personal questions being asked of both Rachel and me.

Eventually, he returned and handed over the required screwdriver. The young men took it and commenced working very effectively as a team to remove the two side panels. Together, they also removed the door, leaving only the frame standing.

As all this was taking place, two of the guys held Rachel. Her hands were still tied behind her back. Occasionally, one of them gave her a squeeze or a poke in her more exciting places.

When all was done, Rachel was placed kneeling with her head over the toilet. It was then shoved down as far as it would go so that her head was tight against the sides. The cistern was then flushed.

Then someone peed over the back of her head while they waited for the cistern to refill. Then another flush. Then another two peed over her. I watched as their yellow fluid built up over her head, blocking the toilet.

Then, pulling her hair to lift her head out of the loo, someone whispered to me about peeing directly over her face. I nodded, and, turning Rachel round to face them, three guys commenced directing their stream over her pretty face.

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Once they had finished, Rachel was repositioned so her head could be pushed back into the toilet pan for another flush.

Eventually, at well past the allotted finishing time of midnight, Rachel was allowed to stand and her hands untied. Then she was asked if she would bend over the toilet so they could all once again fuck her arse hole or her cunt. Rachel got into position, legs wide and hands gripping the toilet rim tightly. She looked a sight with wet hair sticking to her face and dripping into the toilet pan as guy after guy entered her and fucked her one last time.

When the last one withdrew, Rachel turned, her face still wet, and asked them all if they had enjoyed the evening, turning her into a slut. What a stupid question. Of course, they had!

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She then proceeded to remind them that what they had done with her was consensual, and she had enjoyed it as much as they.

Rachel kept in touch with five of those young men and even had two of them stay with her at her own expense. I think she offered one a job, but it was too far from Glasgow, so he declined it.

I know too that during the time they stayed, she allowed them access to some of the equipment she has in her garage and house. I am also aware that she let them use her again.

Five of them got jobs, one spent some time in prison for theft, and I cannot remember what happened to the last one. I know that her leader friend thought the night, unusual though it was, had made the guys more aware of themselves, their behaviour, their manners and their self-esteem.

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