I ambled over to her slowly, savouring the anticipation, enjoying the sense of rising panic in her eyes, and her ineffectual thrashing. I looked over at him, he was wall eyed and slack jawed, but he could not keep his eyes from me.
I lined myself up at her entrance, and enjoyed her entirely ineffective attempts to get out of my way. I ran my coarse hands over her body, taking every liberty, enjoying the way she shuddered and attempted to recoil for my touch. “Look me in the eyes while I rape you” I demanded, and she did, defiantly meeting my gaze as I entered her.
And so I jackhammered until she burst into tears and tried to look away. I snarled at her and roughly grabbed her face, forcing her to look. She closed her eyes so I slapped her, hard, and she stared at me blankly for the remainder of the assault, her sobs becoming faster and more rasping as the ordeal continued.
By the by I let up, slid out of her, and walked back across the room to her husband, smirking and picking up my gun along the way. I uncuffed him, detatched him from the radiator, and recuffed him, walking him back to the bed.
“You seem to enjoy watching, so I thought I’d let you watch close up. You’re going to stand there now, doing nothing, while I rape your wife just feet away from you. Then when I cum you’re going to lick your wife’s rape juice off my cock”
Again he just looked dumb, his face frozen in horror, but he nodded. I pointed to his pronounced erection which had not reduced in the slightest and addressed his wife: “see how much he’s enjoying this?” He started to stammer some denials but I waved him silent with my gun hand and remounted her.
I went hard and fast and was soon ready to finish. I moved my gun over to my left hand, beckoned for him to come closer with my right, and grabbed him firmly by the back of the neck when he did. I shot my wad deep inside her, pulled out immediately, forced his neck down into my crotch, and had his lips close around my member before my second spurt unleashed into the back of his throat. I slumped for a moment, in truth entirely spent, but determined to retain my sense of invincibility abruptly left up and trained my gun on the bed where the unhappy couple were both weeping.
I sneered. “Hubby seemed to enjoy your rape” I said to her. “Maybe he’d like to rape you himself”
He spluttered protestations and denials until I barked “silence!” at him. Then I looked him square in the eye and spat the words at him: “rape your wife or I kill her”.
Now he started to ugly cry, full on body sobs, but his dick remained as hard as ever, and he did not hesitate to move into position. “I’m sorry I’m sorry” he kept trying to say through his tears. As for her: her face was something else. There had been hatred, defiance and revulsion in her until I had fucked it out and replaced it with terror, but it was nothing compared to the sheer contempt and loathing she had now. Least powerful person in the room though she might have been I started to feel glad that she was firmly restrained.
He started to hump her noncommittally, his tears freely flowing over her chest. I yelled at him to go harder and faster, and he complied, reluctantly and only semi effectually. Meanwhile I was becoming engorged again and soon I felt able to mount the bed, taking up position behind him and placing my hands upon his shoulders.
“Since you can’t even rape your wife properly, I am now going to rape her with your dick” I said. I had surreptitiously put a small amount of lube on my penis, and now I placed its tip against his anus. He started to beg but I cut him off :”is this going to be why she dies?” He had no answer but just went back to crying shamelessly as I jackhammered into him, and through him into her.
Soon both were screaming, her into her gag, him intermittently between my repeated demands for silence. After a minute or so I slid him out of her, and pushed him up the bed, so he was crouched over her chest and face, his throbbing member inches from it as I treated her to an up close view of her husband’s buggary.
“This is the man you married” I said. “The only thing that turns him on more than helping you get raped is being raped himself, and now you’re in the firing line for his sissygasm”. I knew he couldn’t take much more and sure enough in a few more thrusts he exploded, his cock whipping around like a fireman’s hose coating her face and chest with its juices. He collapsed on top of her, weeping with his full body, and almost chanting “I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry”.
It all felt a little bit much and I decided it was time to break the scene.
I dropped my gun, pulled off the balaclava, and held him in a bear hug whispering “mate mate, it’s fine, it’s over”. I also stretched a hand up to undo his wife’s ballgag and release that and she started to whisper “darling, darling, you were wonderful”.
Soon tears had turned to laughter, they kissed, we hugged, I checked in. “Was that ok? Did I take it to far? Did I miss any signals?” “No no no no it was PERFECT” they both fell over themselves to say, and then started talking over each other thanking me for having given such total life to their fantasy. “Oh well in that case”, I said cheerily “mind if I have my way with your wife?” “Be my guest!” he beamed, “how would you like me?” she added.
I thought for a moment. I needed to re-establish my dominance, the degradation she craved and the humiliation he did. “I thought I’d give you a skullfucking to begin with” I said. “If weepy here gets his act together in time maybe he can give your cunt some attention before I’m done, but to be honest the rest of tonight is just going to be about me getting mine so I’m not that interested in whether he does or not”.
They both beamed from ear to ear.
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