"I don't see how you're gonna stop me from taking her, since I am no longer in your device.", Allan retorted.
"Remember, I can still have you gang-raped!" Charmaine threatened.
Allan and Angie both laughed at that. They outnumbered her, so they looked at each other, and Allan suggested something non-verbally to Angie- with just a wink. She winked back to indicate her agreement.
"How the hell are you gonna pull that off right now? We outnumber you, and I think that you're due for a taste of your own medicine.", Allan stated.
"Excuse me?", Charmaine asked, with a growing sense of danger, as she realized that Allan was right. The two of them did outnumber her- what could she do to stop them?
Angie prevented her from reaching a decision in time, grabbed her ankles, and pulling her down to the floor. Allan stepped on her left hand lightly, to keep her from getting up, as Angie then pulled off Charmaine's shoes, followed by her pantyhose.
Charmaine was now in a state of panic, as she realized that her disgruntled, former cuckold hubby was now taking control of the house, with the help of his teenage girlfriend. Angie then removed Charmaine's skirt, leaving her bottom covered only by her underwear. Allan reached down, and yanked her blouse off of her torso as well.
A half-naked, extremely horrified Mrs. Dumont understood that she was alone, at the mercy (if there was to be any) of her angry, jilted husband and his adolescent mistress. Her boyfriends were not available to rescue her from her one-time sex slave, who was pissed-off at her, to say the least.
"Allan, please, don't hurt me anymore- I can't take pain! If you love me, show me some mercy!", Charmaine begged him with tears on her face.
"Like you showed me mercy, or love, for that matter! What kind of love torments, blackmails, threatens, extorts, deprives, overworks, treats unfairly, drains, leeches off, humiliates, and degrades its object?", Allan responded.
Charmaine had no good answer to that question, and hung her head in shame, as she now grasped that she was about to receive her karmic due. She had reason to be afraid- terrified even. Over the course of her domination, she had indeed tortured, humiliated, hurt, and otherwise mistreated her husband- all without his free consent. The victim of abuse was about to punish the abuser.
Allan then sat down, and motioned for Angie to drag Charmaine over to him by the hair. She did, and Allan sat back up, positioning his wife into a leaning posture, bending over the armchair. He took off his belt, and instructed Angie to hold Charmaine's head down, by pushing down on her neck.
Charmaine had no idea what exactly Allan was about to do to her, but she was in such fear that she had wet her panties. Angie saw that, and started snickering.
"Look, Allan- she's peed on herself! She's scared of us, especially you!"
Allan saw it, and had to howl with laughter for a bit. Charmaine was furious that she was the butt of their humor, but she was also still too scared and humiliated to do anything about it.
His face now stern again, Allan struck his wife with the leather belt, causing a sting in her backside that she scarcely imagined that she would ever experience. He did not stop there, however, striking her again with the belt. A third and fourth smack followed, and now her ass was starting to become more red than pink.
"Please stop, Allan! I won't abuse you anymore! I won't cuckold you anymore! I will do whatever it takes, to get you to quit spanking me with your belt!"
"Too late! You still have to be punished for having abused me in the past! I am very far from finished with your punishment, which will be harsh, I warn you of that!"
Mr. Dumont hit his wife several more times with the belt, bruising her butt with it. She cried louder and louder, but he completely disregarded her tears and pleas. After all, she had never shown him any compassion in the past, so why should he? Angie watched with complete pride and approval, as her beau continued to correct his wife's atrocious behavior. She also kept holding her head down, so Charmaine could not anticipate what would happen to her next.
Once Charmaine's ass was as red as an apple, Allan grabbed her panties, ripped them off of her, and told Angie to lead her to the bathroom, so she could watch her wash herself and make sure that she did not escape.
"Have her remove her bra, too. I want her butt naked for the rest of her stupid, meaningless life!", he instructed Angie.
When the girls returned, Allan straddled Charmaine, pried apart her ass-cheeks, and simply shoved his penis into her rectum. She squealed with shock, agony, and fear. If he was butt-fucking her like that, what would be next? He sent Angie back to their bedroom to fetch the handcuffs, which were then slapped onto Charmaine's wrists.
Allan's cock kept ramrodding Charmaine, stretching and tearing up her ass, as she tried to scream her excruciating pain. She had certainly not cared when he had reacted the same way to her sodomizing him with a strap-on, so once again, he was uninterested in her comfort.
Charmaine continued to feel her husband's dick( not that large relatively speaking, but large enough to do damage to an unlubricated anus) probe her sphincter relentlessly. She screamed whenever she could, but it was futile. No one present cared about her situation. In fact, Angie was quite thrilled to watch her lover's wife get it roughly in the ass.
"Please, Allan, no more!", she finally got out.
He reacted by striking her ass, and saying, "That's Master to you, and I don't recall saying that you could speak."
