Terror.
Pure,
unadulterated terror freezing her muscles, freezing her lungs even as they
begged for another breath, freezing her protests in her throat so that the only
thing issuing forth were frightened little whimpers. Her mind was screaming in
denial until her inner voice was hoarse with the effort, but all she could do
was whimper. She knew her eyes were open, but all she could see was blackness.
She could hear, but the only thing she’d heard thus far was the stranger’s
voice and the sound of her own frantic heartbeat thudding in her ears.
When
he’d first spoken, her heart and breath had gone still. The timbre of his voice
was so deep, it had pulsed through her like a heavy bass at a rock concert,
tracing her nerve endings and teasing them to life. His voice was musical, its cadence and rhythm
lulling her, soothing her, calming her.
Then, her mind had processed his words; it had dawned on her that this
wasn’t a dream, she wasn’t going to wake up, she wasn’t going to be rescued by
her husband who was detained in another part of the facility. For the first
time, Zhanna had no control over what was happening to her; she was going to be
sexually molested against her will, and there was absolutely nothing she could
do to stop it.
Her
heart racing, she felt the heat of his hand slowly trace down her body. She
couldn’t feel his hand against her skin, so thankfully it appeared as if she
were still clothed. Or at least, she
thought she was until she felt his hot fingers trace over her hip, the shock of
feeling his skin on her flesh searing through her system when his fingertips traced
slowly over her bare cheek. Her heart
started thudding hard in her chest as his fingers crept lower, and her breath
exploded in a shallow scream when she felt his fingertips pet her smoothly
shaven pussy lips. Each second seemed an
eternity as he drew his fingers between her folds, searching for her hidden
entrance as his wonderful voice chuckled softly and told her to scream as
loudly as she wanted.
She
breathed a sigh of relief as the sensation ended, but was caught completely off
guard by the explosion of pain that followed. Her shocked yelp was quickly
followed by more as Sarge brought the whip down across her sensitive ass,
carefully and methodically working one side before moving to the other. When
her wails finally began to lessen back into defeated little whimpers, he
stepped back to survey his handiwork. Gently, he traced the intricate pattern
of red welts with his fingertips, feeling her muscles flex tautly under his
fingers as she struggled to move away from him.
“Stay still,” he said quietly. As
she continued to flinch away from him, and fight against her constraints, he
removed his fingers from her skin and stood back to his full height.
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His throat aching from shouting curses at the
unresponsive glass in front of him and his muscles strained almost beyond their
limits as he tried to break out of his restraints, Ash finally stilled. He’d
been screaming his wife’s name and struggling against the leather bonds holding
him so viciously that his body was simply exhausted. His voice finally silent, he glared fiercely
at the woman standing just to the edge of his sight. He watched as she pushed
another button on the wall, and was surprised to see several tracks lowering
from the ceiling in front of him. As each track reached its end, a medium sized
TV lowered into place, clicking softly as it locked into position. One by one,
each of the five screens clicked on, each showing a camera zoomed in on
different parts of Zhanna’s body.
Elle watched his response carefully,
monitoring the myriad of emotions that flashed across his face. Her gaze
flicked quickly to the screens to make sure the cameras were all zoomed in
properly. She glanced back at him when she heard his sharp intake of breath,
and watched as his face turned into a visage of stone. His eyes, however, were
slowly roaming over the screens, taking in the images of his beautiful wife
bound and blindfolded. His gaze traveled over her tear-stricken face, and
lingered on her trembling lips. As he
finally reached the one showing her abused ass, his gaze narrowed and his jaw
clenched as he watched Sarge’s fingers tracing delicately over her smooth pussy
lips. He noticed that as the man’s fingers forced their way inside her tight
channel, they withdrew soaked with the evidence of her unwilling desire.
Her gaze riveted to him, Elle couldn’t help
but shiver as she felt the seething rage envelop him. She moved
slowly towards him, drawn to the barely restrained violence she sensed pulsing
from him in waves. As she drew near, she raised her hand to his face, gently
outlined his clenching jaw with her fingertips. He slowly turned his face to
her, and her breath caught in her throat as his hard gaze met her own. She
sensed how much strength coursed through him, and knowing that he was
completely helpless to evade her touch sent a hot flush straight to her core as
her fingers slid over his skin. She felt his muscles stretch taut as her nails
traced his contours, an angry hiss issuing from him as she curled her fingers
around his soft manhood.
It
caught him by complete surprise when Sarge raised his hands and unfastened the
blindfold covering her eyes, allowing her vision for the first time since she’d
awakened. Ash felt his heart stop when he saw expression of absolute terror
dancing over her delicate features, and his very being longed to go to her,
rescue her, and pull her in his arms to keep her safe. Her eyes were absolutely
luminous with tears, the plea for them forcing his heart to lurch in directions
he’d never even explored before. Suddenly, her unbelievable beauty hit him like
a ton of bricks, and he sucked in his breath as his eyes roved over her pale
skin as it shone against the leather outfit she was wearing. His eyes traced her
heavy breasts, seeming to defy gravity as they hung below her, firm and round
with erect nipples begging to be touched. His glance flowed over the soft,
supple lines of her ass…the pale skin there still sporting an angry blush from
Sarge’s lash.
Against
his own will, he felt his cock stir to life. Instantly, Elle’s fingers sensed
the change, and wrapped softly around him, stroking his growing flesh. He
growled at her, but was completely helpless to stop the flow of erotic images
cascading through his mind as his rage dampened and he was able to appreciate
the beauty of the scene unfolding before him. He struggled desperately to hold
onto the rage, but the fingers dancing over his skin robbed his senses the
instant he first acknowledged them. His eyes leaving the screen before him, he
looked through the glass at his beautiful wife bound and helpless, and the man
that was circling around in front of her.
He
couldn’t hear what Sarge whispered to her as he leaned down and pressed his
lips close to her ear, but he saw the instant denial that flashed across her
features. He watched as the man walked
to a table behind Zhanna, and took something from it that looked like a small
harness. Moving back toward her, he watched as it was strapped over her hips,
small buckles on leather straps held in place. Sarge stroked her ass gently,
then brought his full palm down on her cheeks in rapid succession, giving her
short, sharp slaps to redden her cheeks back up to their former rosiness. Ash
watched as his wife clenched her eyes shut, and forced herself to stop making a
sound. He was disgusted with himself
that watching someone manhandle his wife could make his own temperature rise,
but there was no denying the lust spiraling through him as Elle’s fingers
worked their magic.
Ash’s
breath caught when he saw Sarge walk back around his wife, and heard him calmly
tell her to “open her mouth”. Zhanna began shaking her head no frantically,
whimpers escaping her throat as she refused.
Her eyes widened to almost impossible proportions when Sarge began to
unfasten his jeans, and her gaze riveted to his fingers as he lowered his
zipper. She gasped in surprise as his heavy manhood sprang free, and Ash could
see just the barest glimpse of naked hunger in them before the terror kicked
back in, and she pressed her full lips together tightly. Ash felt his own cock
throb as he watched the other man stroke his heavy shaft in his hand, tracing
its tip along Zhanna’s lips as she frantically shook her head. He moved his other
arm into view, and her eyes widened even more when she realized he held the
whip in that hand . Tears sprang
instantly back to her eyes when he swung his arm is a short arc, and the lashes
of the whip sliced across her tender breast, curling around her hardened nipple
and feeling like a thousand small flames kissing her skin. She couldn’t help
crying out in pain, especially when he repeated the motion on the other side.
She
still refused to hold open her mouth for him as he abused her burning flesh, so
he quietly laid down the whip beside her head. Still stroking his hard length,
he looked pensively down at her for a moment before reaching deep into his
pocket. Ash’s eyes widened when he realized what the man was holding in his
hand, and inwardly groaned as his eyes dashed back to his wife’s face. He saw
the realization dawn on her, and the horror spread across her face an instant
before a slow, sensuous smile spread across Sarge’s face…as he pushed the
button on the remote in his hand. Ash
glanced down at Elle as he felt her shift position, and move to her knees in
front of him. He looked back at Zhanna’s face on the screen just as the
butterfly vibrator her captor had strapped in place against her pussy hummed to
life. His wife’s body, after suffering so much shock and abuse that bordered on
pleasure, had no defense against the
pulsations coursing through her.
Ash
watched as her ass began trembling, and he could clearly see that the vibe was having
the desired effect. She started moaning “No, no, no…” to herself as if she
could, by the force of her will, stop what was happening. Ash watched the
contractions of her pussy lips, and instantly knew it was a lost cause…Sarge
was going to force his beautiful wife to cum for him, and she was absolutely
helpless to stop it. His cock throbbed impossibly hard as he watched the tide
roll over her, his gaze flicking to her face as he watched her eyes close.
Sarge stroked his full length a few times, waiting patiently for the instant
her orgasm crashed through her; as she tore her mouth open to scream out her
pleasure, in one smooth motion he slid his pulsing cock between her lips. At
that exact moment, Ash’s eyes almost rolled back in his head as Elle’s thick
lips wrapped around the head of his dick and he felt her wet heat slide all the
way down his shaft. Helpless rage
bubbled through him as he felt the head of his cock bump the back of her
throat, while watching his wife’s passion laced eyes snap open, her lips
stretched tautly around the huge cock spearing down her throat…
To Be Continued...