Somewhere remote from civilization, far from prying eyes, a slender third-year college student lay strapped to a bed, naked and helpless.
Mladic, the one who had captured the poor girl and her boyfriend, had just offered the boyfriend a terrible choice; suck his cock, the same cock which had just raped his girlfriend right in front of him - or stick his tongue into his girlfriend's freshly raped pussy, a pussy still seeping with the cum of her rapist.
Brad Wilson, tied naked to a chair, stared sullenly at the semi-flaccid, shiny cock of his captor as it hung right before his face. He had already been forced to suck the man's cock once, and it had brought psychological trauma to Brad's anguished mind that would never fully go away. On the other hand, the idea of actually swallowing this sick bastard's sperm...of participating, in a way, in Ashley's rape...that seemed almost worse.
"I'm waiting for an answer, lover-boy," Mladic growled. A moment later, though, he paused, thoughtfully rubbed his chin, and whirled sharply about. "On second thought, Ashley was a naughty girl. Screaming for help while I had the decency to fuck her tight pussy. She doesn't deserve to have her messy cunt licked out, do you, bitch?" As he said those words, the naked Mladic - bristling with muscle - stomped over to the bed. He leaned over her, menacing. Despite the fact that she couldn't go anywhere, Ashley tried to cower, as if she could sink into the mattress and disappear. The brunette felt her ponytailed hair crushed underneath the back of her head. She shivered and wondered what abuse he might dole out next.
Mladic eyed her cum-soaked sex.
"No...this pussy doesn't deserve to be licked at all. It needs more PUNISHMENT instead." As he said this, his hand swung down, swatting her exposed cunt. His palm now struck with a flurry of resounding slaps across her poor sex. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
"AAAYY!! Please stop!" Ashley squealed. Yet thrills of sensation also swam through her body at the contact. The nerve endings along her pussy warmed and awakened with each awful smack. A traitorous surge of arousal bubbled up inside her. Shame found a fresh foothold. She hated herself. Ashley squeezed her eyes tightly shut and prepared for the next violent blow. It never came.
Relenting, Mladic idly placed a hand on one of her supple cones. He loved the feel of her soft, pliant breast beneath his palm. It had the opposite effect for poor Ashley, though. Where his skin made contact with hers, she could feel her skin crawl.
"You know what, on the flipside I know someone who DOES deserve a reward." His gaze flicked back to poor Brad, who was watching this nightmare unfold with misery in his eyes. "Your boyfriend has been pretty patient, bitch. He's watched me lick your pussy and fuck you hard. Look at that raging hard-on, slut. Impressive, isn't it, even if his shaft isn't as tall or thick as mine." Ashley stared at Brad's lap. Brad's face turned the deepest hue of red. His cock was still as rigid as ever. Ever since Mladic had raped her, it had stayed that way. Part of Ashley knew that Brad didn't have any control over his masculine instincts. In some deep, primal recess of his mind, in the instinctual urges hard-wired into his DNA, Brad's caveman self had been aroused by the simple sight of a male and female fucking. That's what it was; it didn't mean Brad didn't love her. It didn't mean that Brad wanted this to happen to her. Ashley tried to remind herself of all those things. She didn't want to blame Brad. After all, they were both the victims here.
"I'm sorry, Ashley," Brad choked out. It was as if he had read her thoughts.
"It's OK baby," she tried to reassure him.
"Now isn't this sweet. Is it OK, bitch? Maybe you want to make it OK for your helpless, pencil-dicked boyfriend. Actually, I think I like that idea. You'll give him his reward for enjoying our fuck-show earlier. You'll suck him off now." As he said this, Mladic unlocked the cuffs around Ashley's wrists. The girl immediately sat upright. Surging from the instinct of fear, Ashley fought like a hellcat. She tried to scratch him. In her desperation to resist, though, she forgot that her ankles were still firmly shackled to the bed. In her desperation, she forgot that her captor had at least 100 pounds on her, not to mention far more muscle and faster reflexes. Mladic easily captured her wrists in one beefy hand and slapped her in the face with the other. The force of the slaps stunned the sexy brunette. If the blows had been any harder, they would have left bruises and swelling. Ashley went limp. She ceased her struggle, her head hanging down.
"Are you going to behave yourself, bitch, or do I need to smack you around some more?" He cupped her chin, forced their gazes to lock. There was no way to avoid his implacable stare. A tiny amount of blood trickled from the tiniest cut on her lip.
"N-no Master. I'll be good. Please don't hurt me anymore."
Mladic slid his hand along the nape of her neck and then he did something surprising. He darted forward, kissing her with a lover's passion. When his tongue withdrew, he could still taste the faint coppery tang of her blood. He caressed the side of her face for a moment. She stared stonily ahead. Next, while she sat there, docile, he re-cuffed her hands behind her back. Only then did he finally release the cuffs around her ankles. Red lines had started to form around her ankles, showing where the metal had chafed at the skin when she had struggled.
"Stand up." She stood up. Her legs protested as blood rushed back into them. She almost fell over. Mladic steadied her. Now, with a hand fondling her ass, he propelled her toward Brad's chair and ordered her to kneel.
Meanwhile, Brad's tormented expression was filled with self-loathing. Just now he had wanted to roar at their captor when he had started to smack his girlfriend's pussy. He had wanted to strangle the monster when he had slapped his girlfriend in the face. But fear had made him hold his tongue. Now, as he looked into Ashley's pain-numbed eyes, that felt like a betrayal. He knew that he couldn't have done anything to stop the man from hurting her in his current position, but somehow his masculine, instinctual need to protect her wasn't having any of it. It was his job to protect her. He was a failure, plain and simple.
"What are you waiting for, cunt? Don't you love your boyfriend? Now's the time to SHOW it."
Ashley stared at the stiff erection. Blood pulsed up and down the veins along Brad's cock. 'I can do this,' she thought. 'Just remember, you love Brad. Pretend this sick freak isn't even here and just... just show Brad you care.' She slowly traipsed her tongue up from the base of the cock to the tip. Then she flicked the tip of her tongue at his glans before repeating the process. After maybe ten more of these lazy, sensual popsicle-licks and tongue-flicks, Brad's breathing had ramped up noticeably. His eyes were clenched shut. She kept licking.
"You're missing a good show, Brad," Mladic rumbled. A dark chuckle followed soon after. "Keep going, slut. Let me see your skills." Mladic's gaze seemed to alternate between staring at Ashley's exposed pussy and asshole as she leaned forward, and watching the fellatio continue to unfold. He stared intently now as Ashley deftly took one of Brad's balls into her mouth. Sucking on it gently, she then switched to the other testicle. She made devoted slurping sounds as she sucked on his ball sac so lovingly. She knew how much Brad enjoyed this when they had sex. 'Oh Brad, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I have to do what he says. I'm so sorry.' That mantra kept repeating over and over in her head. She tried to ignore it though, to just let go of the shame. What good would it do them now, anyway? They were just trying to survive. A tiny but insistent part of Ashley also still held out hope; maybe, just maybe, if they cooperated and did everything this psycho asked, he might still decide to let them go. That was the thought Ashley clung to as she brought her lips to the tip of Brad's manhood and began to suck on the head with vigor.
"Uhhh!" Brad's plaintive groan sailed through the basement. The boyfriend's body tensed up even more, if that was possible. His eyes were clenched shut harder than ever. It was like he was a coiled spring waiting to break. Ashley's tongue cradled the underside of his cock as she gave him the best blowjob of his life. Her lips wrapped snugly around his shaft. Now she began to bob up and down. Her jaw rippled as her tongue slid against the silken-steel length of his hardness. The beautiful girl drooled and coated every inch of Brad's cock with her saliva. Ashley's mouth hugged his erection as she gradually impaled herself further and further with each downward bob. Soon she had reached almost the base of his cock. Struggling to breathe through her nose, Ashley persevered. The attractive brunette smelled the masculine scent of her lover and tasted his pre-cum as she bottomed out completely. Her nose pressed into his pubic curls. Her chin rested against his dangling balls as she sucked as fervently as humanly possible.
"That's enough, bitch. I said that's enough!" A hand abruptly yanked her head back by her ponytail. Ashley sputtered. Long strands of Brad's pre-cum oozed from her bottom lip and chin. Brad's contorted face looked as if he was trapped somewhere been rapture and agony.
"Stupid whore, I don't want him coming yet!" Mladic barked. Ashley's head hung, dejected, but Mladic jerked her chin up by pulling on her ponytail again. Ashley had no choice but to stare at her accomplishment. Brad's cock sprouted upward, taller than ever. It now looked harder than ever, too, as it strained toward the ceiling. It glistened with her saliva. Dribbles of pre-cum clung to the crown of his dick. Part of her wanted to lick them up. 'Oh god, what's wrong with me?' she thought, and realized that somehow during the process of giving her boyfriend oral pleasure, a thrum of need had grown in her as well.
"I'm s-sorry Master," she whimpered as he yanked on her ponytail one more time.
"That's enough cock-kissing for now, cunt. Watching you two has me horny again, and I think it's MY turn to enjoy a good fuck-show. Stand up and mount your boyfriend's prick. Get that pathetic dick in your pussy, bitch. NOW."
Flabbergasted at the sudden change in command, Ashley awkwardly got to her feet.
"Yes, Master," she mumbled, staring at Brad's erection. She couldn't believe that she was about to fuck her boyfriend in front of a complete stranger. Fresh waves of shame threatened to pull her under. She took a deep breath. Ashley tried to focus only on Brad. She focused on her love for him. The sexy girl focused only on that as she straddled his lap. Now she slowly sank herself onto his rigid spike of flesh. She sank onto him with ease. Her spit had lubed him up well, and now she began a rhythm. She began fucking on her boyfriend's lap. Her feet arched while she sat on his lap, bouncing, fucking, impaling her pussy again and again in a gentle but constant cadence.
