Carol's long black hair shimmered in the streetlight as she and her husband, Andy, stepped out of their car and walked to the front door. They were nearing the end of another typical date night. Andy slipped off his shoes and lumbered over to the closet to hang up his jacket, loosening his tie as he went. Carol sauntered up the stairs to the bedroom, her shiny black "date" heels clicking softly on the floor at each step. The sounds drew Andy's attention over to his wife's long stocking clad legs. His face flushed as he pictured the lacy black bra and panties she wore underneath, framed perfectly by the garter belt holding up the stockings. He quickly raced up the stairs after her in anticipation of what was to come next.
As he passed through the bedroom door his eyes grew larger as he saw that Carol had shed her little black dress. Her ample breasts were perfect, her slender figure and gentle curves called out to be touched. Her dark eyes glimmered as he approached her to kiss. "Come a little closer," she said as she helped him to unbutton his shirt and slip out of his pants. As they undressed a rumble on the porch below broke their passionate attention to each other.
"Did you lock the door?" Carol asked. Too late. They heard the front door bang open. The heavy trample of feet, too many to be just one person, thundered up the stairs.
They both looked at each other, and then at the bedroom door as it swung wildly open. "What the -" Andy was unable to finish as a balled fist swung into his gut. He crumpled to the floor gasping.
Carol staggered backwards. Strong arms grasped her from behind, and a dark bag was pulled over her head. "Well, look what we have here fellas," she heard a gruff voice announce. "She's dressed up nice and sexy for us."
She felt rough hands run up and down her body, lingering at her most intimate parts. A moment later she heard a large bag drop on the floor and a zipper drawn open. "What do you say we get to work?" announced the gruff voiced leader of the intruders.
Carol felt her arms pulled behind her back. Leather cuffs enclosed her slender wrists and were clipped together. Her ankles were cuffed next. As her bra was pulled down exposing her ample breasts Carol started, "What are you going to -", but she was swiftly interrupted by a vice-like pinch on her nipples from the muscular hands of her assailant.
"Tsk, tsk", he purred into her ear, "You are not to speak without permission. Understood?"
"Yes", she choked out through the pain in her nipples. He gave them a cruel twist, drawing a gasp from his lovely pained victim. "That's yes, sir."
"Yes, sir." She sobbed.
"Now that things are, ahem, under control. Let's get started." The leader announced. The bag on Carol's head was pulled away. She looked around to see three men in black fatigues. Their gruff faces showed no mercy or sympathy. Andy had been stripped to his underwear and propped up in the sturdy wooden chair in the corner of the room. His arms and legs securely tied in place. A large red ball gag in his mouth kept any complaints to a minimum. All he could do was look on helplessly as one of the men fumbled around in a large grey duffel bag full of sinister-looking implements.
"Clearly, our arrival interrupted something... unless you were all dressed up expecting us?" The leader coyly raised an eyebrow. "What do you say we pick up where I presume things were headed?"
One of the henchmen began pulling items out of the duffel. Some of them Carol recognized, many she didn't. "What are you going to do to me?"
Her question was quickly answered with a slap across the face from the leader. "Some people just don't learn. What part of 'don't speak without permission' was unclear? Perhaps you need something to take your mind off of talking."
He walked over to the bag and pulled out a pair of shiny clamps. He grasped her plump breast with one hand and applied the first clamp with the other. Carol struggled in vain against her captors to avoid the clamp. She howled in pain as the clamp bit down on her tender nipple. She had barely caught her breath before the next clamp grabbed home on her other sensitive bud. The leader strung a small metal chain between the end of the two clamps. "Now, if you get the urge to speak out of turn again, just think of these lovely little helpers down here." He emphasized his statement with a gentle tug on the chain which caused Carol to moan again against the pain in her nipples.
"Now, where were we?" The intruder glanced over at Andy, who had gone pale watching his wife being roughly handled by these men. "Ah yes, you were about to show us how you like to please your shithead husband." He pushed Carol to her knees, and fumbled with his pants. Out popped a good sized semi-erect cock right at eye level for Carol. She recoiled as the member swung her way, but her throbbing nipples reminded her to keep her comments to herself.
"Why don't you show me how you are a good little cocksucker, eh?" Carol pulled back as he roughly grabbed a handful of hair to guide her face toward his crotch. He paused.
"Oh, how selfish of me. I've forgotten my manners. It seems the lady of the house is reluctant to perform without some reciprocation. We have just the thing."
At a glance, one of the subordinate intruders rifled through the duffel bag and pulled out a small egg-shaped object. He walked over to Carol. The leader pulled Carol's lacy black panties down a little while the third intruder held Carol firmly in place. The henchman with the egg spit on it and gave it a twist. A low hum emanated from it as it began to vibrate. He began to coax the egg into Carol's tender pink pussy. Once it was in position her panties were pulled back into place. Despite her predicament Carol felt her body responding to the vibrator as it worked away inside her.
"Alright, now that we've taken care of princess I think it's time for us to have some fun," the leader announced. "Here's the deal: you cooperate, and you won't get hurt quite so much. Got it?"
Carol's mind was focused on the pleasure building inside her pussy and hadn't noticed the question addressed to her. A quick tug on the chain connected to her nipples quickly snapped her attention back to her captors. "Yes, sir," she stammered out.
She was roughly forced back to her knees, and the leader's cock was presented to her face, which was starting to get flushed. "Get to work."
Carol craned her neck forward to guide the cock into her mouth. Her balance hampered by having her hands secured behind her back. She gingerly begin licking and sucking the tip and the cock began to fully harden. Out of nowhere the crack of a riding crop struck her squarely on her ass cheek. She gasped at the sudden unexpected assault. "I'm going to need to see more enthusiasm than that."
