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The sharp, violent sound of the whip against her
pussy echoed through the room, immediately followed by her muffled screams
and heavy panting. She writhed in pain for a few moments before quiet was
restored in the dim concrete basement. The only other noticeable noise was
the quiet chime of the chains holding her hands up toward the ceiling. She
knew there was no escape so she gave up on wasting energy trying to free
herself. Instead, she focused on bracing herself for the pain.
Another sharp crack, this time to her lower back. Her hips jerked forward,
but she didn't have much room to move. Her feet were tied spread eagle and
her hands stretched above her head resulting in very little mobility. She
shut her eyes tightly as if to wish the pain away, but to no avail. Her
captor was in complete control walking slow circles around her plotting
his next move. She looked at him doe-eyed pleading her case to let her go,
but they both knew they'd be in that sweltering basement for some time.
Saliva from the mouthgag tickled her midsection as it trickled downward
from her chin. Her captor placed his hands on her hips and gently massaged
her delicate skin moving down to her thighs and back up across her abdomen
to her back. She quietly moaned as if to welcome the change in sensation
from pain to pleasant. He worked his hand down and began massaging her
pussy. The quiet back and forth motion of his fingers was accompanied by
the back and forth of her torso. Beads of sweat ran down her body as her
breathing became increasingly heavy. Forgetting that she was bound and at
the mercy of a complete stranger, her body language all but screamed for
more. She received just that as her captor slipped his fingers inside her.
She gurgled from the saliva backed up in her mouth, a sign she consented
to the sexual advances from this son of a bitch. She still seemed to be
enjoying the sensation all too much to remember she was tied up in a
basement. Only someone twisted would enjoy such a thing. How can she be
turned on by this?
Wait... how am I turned on by this?
I let out a dry growl, or whatever I could muster from the limited space
between my lips and the gag. My wife looked at me surprised and wide-eyed
forgetting I was there bound to a creaky wooden chair several feet away.
Her pants of enjoyment quickly turned to embarrassment as she tried to
twist out of the captor's hold. He glanced over at me, his fingers still
inside my wife, mocking me as I sat there completely immobile and
helpless. My pathetic attempt to intimidate him only invigorated him more
as he grasped my wife's hips firmly aiming for anal penetration. He
slapped his dick on her ass as if to tease her. When he became fully erect
he gripped her ass cheeks and spread them wide. He began pumping slowly
with my wife letting out a yelp after each one. Her eyes began to roll
back as he increased the force. I couldn't believe she seemed to be
enjoying it. I couldn't believe that I seemed to be enjoying it either. I
felt disgusted that I would find pleasure in seeing my wife taken
advantage of, but there was a certain forbidden quality that made it a
guilty pleasure.
She looked at me with her beautiful eyes as if to apologize for enjoying
someone else inside of her. Directly behind her, the monster was staring
right at me with a smile mocking me as he had his way with my wife. He
leaned in and whispered something in her ear as she responded with a
muffled "No" through her mouth gag. He looked back at me with a dry,
sinister laugh. I knew what he told her wasn't going to be good news for
me. Just as the thought crossed my head, he ended punishing my wife from
behind and now stood directly in front of her. She diverted her gaze
towards the ground and turned her head away from him. He grabbed her by
the hair and proceeded to lick her from the neck up across her face. She
squeezed her eyes shut and made a muffled moan in another vain effort to
escape the humiliation. He then turned to me, still grasping my wife's
hair, and said "You're the next whore on my list."
He left my wife dangling there like a used piece of meat as he came over
towards my corner of the sweltering basement. I could already see him
planning how he was going to use me with each step he made towards me. I
was already dripping in sweat and completely immobilized, but he had to
emasculate me further by addressing the precum that had stained the chair
I was bound to.
"Wow," he said looking down and shaking his head, "you're about as big of
a freak as me. You like watching your wife get fucked like that?"
The embarrassment washed over me making the airless, muggy basement seem
that much hotter. I looked over at my wife as if to apologize, but she
turned her head pretending she didn't hear it. He undid my gag. "Look you
don't have to do th--," was all I could blurt out before he replaced it
with an O-gag. He greeted my now permanently open mouth with the tip of
his dick, still erect and pulsing. He forced me to tongue the tip. I
immediately began to drool as I reluctantly stuck my tongue as far out as
it would go and massaged the tip of his cock with my tongue. He didn't let
me take a break as he kept pushing my head forward, my tongue became heavy
and I began taking deep breaths of the stale, humid basement air.
I stopped tonguing and when he pushed my head forward to continue, I
whipped my head back signifying that I had done enough. My act of defiance
was greeted with him grabbing my head and forcing his cock deep into the
back of my throat with large, violent thrusts. I couldn't do anything but
accept the punishment and humiliation as his heavy thrusts, which barely
let me breathe, had me yearning for that stale basement air. All I could
do was gasp and make pathetic gurgling noises as the saliva gathered in
the back of my throat.
He took his cock out of my mouth, glistening in the dim lighting and
dripping with my saliva. He walked behind me and dragged the chair to
where my wife was still strung up. He undid my wife's hands and tied them
behind her back. He was met with little resistance from her, because she
knew she wasn't going anywhere. He then undid my O-gag and stood in front
of me, cock still erect and glistening. He began stroking it. His mighty
hand dwarfed his giant cock as he slid it back and forth. I knew he was
going to finish himself off all over me. I didn't bother fighting the
inevitable.
Just then he spewed his massive load all over my face. The jet of cum
blasted me by surprise and before I knew it my face was masked in the
thick, sticky mess. He grabbed my wife's hair and forced her to lick his
load off my face. She had no choice but to give in to his sick demands. I
felt her tongue caress my face. For a minute, it felt good but I had to
snap back into reality and remind myself we were still at the mercy of
this sadistic freak enjoying every minute of our humiliation.
He stood back for a minute or two and looked at my wife and I with a grin
on his face as an artist admiring his work. He left us in that room
humiliated. The only thing we could hear was our breathing. The only thing
we could feel was the tickle of sweat beads as they ran down our backs.
The only thing we could think...
Well that was the worst part.
Between the humiliation and the heat, the one thing that made us the most
uncomfortable were our thoughts. Because deep down, even though it went
against every moral fiber of our being, my wife and I both knew it was one
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