Violated By My Husband's Debt Collectors - Malory Chambers - ebook
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Elaine Holmes is the last person anyone would suspect of anything that's less than prim and proper. Her compulsive gambler husband is another story altogether.When stern and bulky debt collectors come knocking at the door for his enormous gambling debt, she finds herself being offered as collateral... As she surrenders herself to the humiliation of being tied up and used by one man after another in a public horse ranch, she finds herself enjoying the wild ride...and she's not the only one enjoying herself.

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Violated By My Husband's Debt Collectors

(Cuckold BDSM Ménage)

By Malory Chambers

~~ All characters in this book are 18 or older. ~~

Elaine Holmes is the last person anyone would suspect of anything that's less than prim and proper. Her compulsive gambler husband is another story altogether.

When stern and bulky debt collectors come knocking at the door for his enormous gambling debt, she finds herself being offered as collateral. . . As she surrenders herself to the humiliation of being tied up and used by one man after another in a public horse ranch, she finds herself enjoying the wild ride... and she's not the only one enjoying herself.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older

Violated By My Husband's Debt Collectors

(Cuckold BDSM Ménage)

First Edition. June, 2015

Copyright of Malory Chambers

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Passion Before The Storm

Taken To The Ranch And Gangbanged

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Silence followed and I was suddenly left with an overwhelming sense of dread. I took a deep breath to prevent myself from breaking into tears, knowing that if I start, I won't be able to stop. I wondered if I was willing to help him at all and if love was worth all the trouble he's brought me.

"I can work hard, if that's what you mean," I said finally. "But I'm already working two jobs so I don't know how I'm going to squeeze in another one." I looked around, taking in the awful mess of the place and how much everything stank to the high heavens, "you could do with some serious cleaning up around here, that's for sure," I said.

He laughed, a sound that echoed in the barn in a manner that sent shivers down my spine. "Not that kind of work, darling," he said finally between guffaws.

"Then I'm not sure what you mean," I told him finally.

"You'll know when we get there," he said.

My flimsy flip flops left small footprints in the soggy ground as we walked deeper into the barn. Horses stomped and neighed as we walked past them, though I paid them little heed. I had love horses when I was younger, but being the object of the majority of my husband's debts have made me outgrow that love fairly quickly.

I was surprised to find a cemented area at the end of our journey, the open room completely empty safe for a pillar in the middle of the place and a pair of handcuffs on the floor. I gulp, a feeling of dread making my blood hum with fear. I did not like what I was seeing at all.

We were not alone as footsteps quickly joined behind me and surrounded me. I noticed my husband standing amongst the man entering the room and was ashamed to find a sense of satisfaction at the sight of bruises and cuts on his face. I realized that all the men were staring at me, their expression unreadable.

"We have a feeling that your husband did not tell you everything you needed to know about offering you as collateral," the man said suddenly, breaking the silence the hung in the air.

"You see," he continued, pulling a slip of paper from under his leather jacket, "he offered a night for us to do whatever we wanted with you if he did not win the bet," he said.

Passion Before The Storm

"Hey honey, I'm home!" I shouted as I entered my cozy one-bedroom apartment.

"How was work?" my husband, Gary Holmes, asked, a delicious aroma emitting from the kitchen where he was preparing dinner.

I rubbed my hands together and brought them to my face, trying to pull my expression into a smile instead of one of complete exhaustion as I made my way towards my husband.

I thought I had life all figured out: A good education, a decent job, and a husband who loves me. What I had not accounted for was the huge gambling addiction that my loving husband had kept hidden from me until it was too late.

We had spent the last few years working ourselves out of the mountain of debt he had built. Gary was a compulsive gambler. He couldn't walk past a gambling table without throwing in our entire life's savings and then some at it!