Disclaimer: Any sexual acts depicted involve only characters ages 18 or older. This is a work of fiction.
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"Oh god! YESSS!!!!"
Linda Yu groaned as she felt Aaron's cock spatter the back of her throat with cum. Rather than gagging, she began to swallow. But the skinny white convict didn't make it easy on her. He pulled out in mid-spurt and peppered her glasses, cheeks, and chin with cum.
The gorgeous Asian mother-of-two could only sigh with resignation as the convict leaned back with a sloppy grin to admire his handiwork. He grabbed her glasses off her face and chucked them aside hard enough that she was worried they'd get damaged.
"Please!!" she yelped.
"Aww, shut up, bitch. Now sit there with that dildo up your pussy and get ready for what I promised you."
Linda cringed. The naked woman knew what was coming. She waited while her captor leaned back toward her. Balancing on top of the red oaken table, he felt his bladder full and waited for his penis to be ready to switch modes to spray a very different kind of fluid on her.
Meanwhile, Linda's pussy felt the fullness of 'Big Pinky,' the silicone dildo, as it impaled her. Idly, she continued to rub her clitoris with one hand and fondle her breasts with the other. 'The more alluring I look, the more I cooperate, maybe the more he'll go easy on me,' she hoped.
"Please don't pee on me, Sir. Please!" she implored. Even without her glasses on, Linda could see his face in full focus as he towered above her.
The smirk on his face looked diabolical, like something out of a nightmare. He gripped the base of his cock with one hand and aimed it right at her face.
"Open that mouth, bitch. Open WIDE."
"Please don't make me, oh please," she begged. "Please you can fuck me in the ass later and I'll scream how much I like it. I'll even lick your asshole. I'll lick out your ass. Please!!" Linda added. She wracked her brain for any other promises, no matter how degrading or degenerate, that might somehow move this twisted bastard's inclinations in another direction.
Unfortunately for the sexy young mother, though, the cruel convict would not be denied.
"UUGGGHHH!!!!"
After what became the longest moments of her life, Linda felt fully degraded and disgusted. She had disobeyed him in the only way she could, clamping her mouth shut. That of course hadn't prevented him from giving her a revolting golden shower. Now, still sitting stuffed by the dildo, Linda wanted nothing more than a long, hot shower to cleanse the awful stench of cum and piss from her battered body.
And for once, her prayers were answered.
"What the FUCK did you DO?"
Linda and Aaron turned in unison to see Deion storming into the room. The big black convict's flaccid cock swung back and forth as he rushed to the table, gripped Aaron by the throat, and tossed him aside like he weighed no more than a pillow.
"Why'd you go and ruin the bitch? You're one sick mother–." The black man stopped mid-sentence in frustration, growled, and gave Aaron a baleful stare. The smaller beta male had enough sense to look away and mumble a string of apologies.
"Sorry bro, you said I couldn't kill her. You didn't say anything about--"
"Shut up," Deion spat. He pointed at the younger convict, who was rubbing the back of a head which still throbbed from where it had made contact with the wall. "Just for that stunt, you get to stay downstairs and spend the night on the couch. Oh, and keep watch while you're at it. Do a few patrols. I'm going to take our fuck-toy upstairs to get cleaned up. Then she stays with me for the night. That's right, you get to warm my bed, bitch. You ready to go upstairs and freshen up?"
Linda nodded eagerly as the musclebound black man lifted her off the dildo and set her - wobbly legs and all - on the floor.
"Come on!" Throwing a dark glance over his shoulder, Deion gave Linda's ass a resounding swat. With a yelp, the woman felt herself propelled toward the stairs. The big African American man slipped an arm around her waist and rushed her up to the second floor. Soon she found herself in a surprisingly spacious bathroom with a full stand-up shower big enough for two. The wall's ceramic tiles sported warm shades of brown, beige, and burgundy. Deion pushed her in and stepped in after her. He turned on the shower and the shock of cold water made her nipples pebble up as she let out a screech.
"YAAA!"
"Ah, it's just some cold water, bitch. Don't get your non-existent panties in a twist." Deion chuckled as he grabbed some soap, shampoo, conditioner, and a hot pink loofah to scrub her with.
Soon, to Linda's relief, the water warmed up. She sighed and let her limbs loosen as the caressing sluice of the water began to cleanse her face and skin. With her eyes closed, she tried not to shudder while Deion's hands roved up and down her body with the soap. He very deliberately and with surprising tenderness soaped up her tits and belly before dipping lower to lather up the sensitive skin of her shaved pussy.
"Please be gentle," she groaned. But to her amazement, he was. The black convict carefully washed every inch of her like a prize horse about to be put up for auction. Then, once he'd finished cleaning her body, he took his time with her hair. The muscular criminal spread the shampoo in her hair, the thick black stresses soon gleaming and smelling of watermelons and rain. Once he'd washed her hair, he then spread the conditioner through it, patiently letting it coat every inch of her thick and now glossy strands before rinsing that out thoroughly too.
"Mmmm. There. You're nice and squeaky clean, woman. What do you say?"
"Th-thank you," Linda said quietly. It felt strange that part of her sincerely meant that. It didn't change the sense of revulsion she felt toward this man who had abducted and raped her, but somehow it softened her perceptions of him. Maybe 'softened' wasn't quite the right word. All she knew was that now she had yet more proof that Deion wasn't the monster Aaron was. Her captors weren't identical, and she preferred this stern yet more gently possessive devil to the unhinged demon downstairs.
The shaven-headed black man cleaned himself as well before guiding her out of the shower and turning off the water. He then proceeded to towel her dry and lead her into the adjoining master bedroom. Throwing back the comforter, he slid onto the sheets and patted the space beside him.
"Come on, girl. Lay down. I want to make out with my cute little slave-bitch."
Wincing, Linda obeyed. She slid onto the mattress beside him and leaned toward him, giving him a passionate kiss.
'I'd rather spend all night kissing this bastard than go back downstairs to be at Aaron's mercy,' she thought grimly. To her growing discomfort and guilt, though, as the two continued to kiss and make out, Linda felt more and more into it. Or, rather, her body seemed to be responding to the soft yet insistent press of his lips and the way his hand cupped her face. Deion gradually slowed the pace of their kissing and began asking her questions between kisses. This was the last thing that Linda had expected, but she decided to be receptive to it. More than that, she yearned to get her captor to see her not as some piece of ass but a fellow human being.
"So, bitch. Tell me about yourself."
"About myself?"
Taken aback, Linda searched for something, anything to say to him. What did you say to your rapist-captor when he asked you a seemingly innocent question?
"Yeah. You got any hobbies? What about your family? You got kids, right?"
Linda's eyes widened as he kissed her again. Was this man for real? How could he be so casually cruel and controlling one moment, and then ask her humanizing questions like these the next?
'These are convicts,' an inner voice reminded her. 'Mental stability and rationality aren't in great supply among men like these.' Then that same voice grew stern and cautionary, blaring like a warning through her mind. 'Don't give him a reason to get mad. Answer him!'
