Note: some material in this story may be disturbing to some readers.
The bathroom was filled with steam and the sound of rushing water. Jane stood beneath the showerhead, head tilted up, eyes closed, as the water gently pelted her face. Jane had already scrubbed and washed herself but she decided to stay under the water even though it was getting cold. Jane dropped her head and the water washed over her brown curls and cascaded down her back as she sighed. As she turned to pull back the curtain she found herself staring down the barrel of a colt python .375 magnum revolver . The automatic pistol was held by a single black leather gloved hand, and when Jane pulled back the hand belonged to a blonde woman, who wasn't wearing much but a short indigo dress and black stilettos compared to Jane who was totally naked. The woman was beautiful but she wore a cruel grin on her face as she kept the gun leveled at Jane.
"Récupérer salope!" the blonde barked.
"I'm sorry?" Jane said.
"Récupérer salope!" the blonde repeated, cocking the gun at Jane.
Jane quietly stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel but the blonde pointed the gun at Jane's head and Jane, shaking, moved forward.
Jane had taken French classes in college and she only spoke enough French to get by, but now that she was a second year in college she dropped the class and took Literature instead.
"Lentement," the blonde said.
Jane turned into her bedroom but the blonde grabbed her shoulder and pushed her in the other direction out the bedroom door, into the hall, and into the living room. The blonde pointed the pistol at the carpet, "One votre genou!" she barked again.
"Please, who are you? Why are you doing this?" Jane asked.
Again the blonde woman didn't answer and grabbed Jane by her hair and forced her down on the carpet. Jane's nose smacked the carpet but she didn't hear it crack. The blonde tapped Jane's ass with the pistol and said, "Étendre votre jambes." Jane spread her raised her ass and spread her legs. Grinning and moaning, the blonde woman stroked Jane's pussy lips with the barrel of the gun, occasionally brushing her clit. Jane bit her lip and whimpered as the blonde stroked her pussy with the cold steel of the gun, circling her clit. Although Jane didn't want it, she could feel her pussy getting wet as the blonde rubbed her pussy with the gun. When she was sure that Jane was wet enough, the blonde shoved the barrel in Jane's pussy and slowly slid it in and out. Feeling the cold steel enter her, Jane started to cry. The blonde only laughed, pushing the gun deeper into the whimpering brunette's moist pussy.