She had panicked about the gag. She spent precious moments trying to get it off before she realized that she was by herself, at least out of my arms reach and with me being busy. She started to get off the bed towards the door, then thought about helping her husband, then back and forth in her mind a time or two before deciding to try and sneak up behind me.
When I stood up and faced her she jumped back, cried out, muffled by the gag, stumbled back onto her rump and then crabbed backwards a foot or two only to be brought up hard against the bed.
I was on her in a millisecond as I had followed after her with every move she made.
My hand entwined in her hair again and I dragged her up and bent her over the edge of the bed.
"You know, I came here to rob you... to take a few things and go. Just stuff, stuff you fucks probably have insured for twice their value... stuff that can be replaced... but YOU have to fuck around and make trouble... you both have to fuck this up and make it hard!"
My hand still full of hair and pressing her into the mattress with pressure between her shoulder blades, I pulled her silk pajamas pants down below her firm, well shaped ass. The pale skin usually protected from the sun by a skimpy bikini stood out brightly in contrast to her tan hips and thighs. She struggled, thrashed about ineffectively, crying and sobbing behind her gag, protesting with muffled "No!"s,
She tried wiggling her hips, shifting her weight, anything to keep away from my hand.
I pulled back on her hair, arching her back more, tilting her hips and opening her thighs to carry the shift in weight.
I smacked her ass with an open hand three times, leaving a red print behind with each slap. Her cries changed pitch and her husband protested through his gag.
I pulled off my glove and ran my callused fingers between her thighs, hitting a very wet, dripping wet, swollen, pussy... she was turned on, flowing like Niagara Falls after a heavy rain... I shoved two fingers in her hole to the last knuckle, then pulled them out, glistening, coated with pussy juice.
I turned her head to the side and held my finger up.
"Oh fuck! You are getting off on this!"
She tried to protest, to deny, but the evidence was right there on my fingers. I leaned over her and held the glistening fingers in front of her face...
"Tell me, is your pussy lying?"
I wiped my wet fingers on her face, paying particular attention to her lips, then slide back down behind her, undid my pants and freed my very hard cock. I slapped her firm, shapely ass with my seven inches, then a couple more times with my bare hand. The cries of "No!" had changed to grunts of frustration? Pleasure? Need?
All I knew was that she was no longer fighting to get away... her knees schooched apart, flaring her hips more, begging, not just inviting me to more...
She was not loose like a worn out whore, but she was so wet I had no trouble slamming in and deep, going root deep on my first thrust.
I was still pulling on her hair, but her hips were slamming into me on their own. She was using me every bit as much as I was using her... and she was building to a crest much faster.
The whole rape and pillage was an acting scenario for me, exciting in a dangerous sort of way, which helped me perform, but it was triggering a turn on response in her that I was having difficulty staying up with, let alone ahead of and in control of.
Suddenly she seized up, her muscles going ridged... her pussy tightened up to hold me in place, but she was so wet that I continued to stroke long and deep as she came, causing her to maybe not go as sky high as she might have, but she went off like a stone skipping across the surface of a smooth lake, stringing together one orgasm after another. I was still hard and on my way up when she collapsed into the mattress, going slack, wrung out. I stopped, staying buried, and quickly undid the ball gag, as she was struggling to get enough air.
"Don't think this is over or that you have done enough yet cunt." I warned her. I bumped my hips into hers, hitting deep and making her gasp. I have not painted your insides yet... you still have slut work yet to do!"
I hauled her up and back off the mattress after pulling out with a very wet sounding plop.
She wanted to sit on her ankles but I hauled her to her knees and slapped her across the face with my cock. It was so wet from her pussy' that juice flew off and splashed her face and hair with each impact. She twisted her face, trying to avoid the unavoidable.
I wrenched her head back, forcing her eyes open and mouth unable to completely close.
"You are going to use your pretty mouth to suck my cock now! I am going to use your mouth to its best advantage, as a sheath for my cock. Do you understand what I expect from You?"
She tried to nod her head. I slapped her open palm.
"Aww!!!"
"I asked you if you understan..."
"YES SIR!!! Yes sir... I understand... sir.!
I bent down, let go of my cock and grabbed her throat. Don't make me ask you twice... don't make me tell you twice! I am getting tired of your crap. You won't like it if I decide you are not worth my time and trouble."
I let go of her throat and roughly released her hair as I stood up bringing my steel hard cock back up to her lips.
"Now... don't disappoint me you worthless bitch. Ah ah ah! No hands!"
She looked at me, quickly lowered her hands, placing them at the small of her back, then looked at my still shiny cock, opened her mouth and got to work.
She was good. Maybe the best mouth I had ever had on my prick. Her tongue was talented, she knew how to move, how to lick and suck, when to lick my balls and when to go deep, gagging on my length, teasing without being an obvious tease.
She may have been play acting because she was afraid, but if that was the case, she was a better actress than she was a cock sucker.
He sat tied to the chair, making noises behind his ball gag. It was hard to tell from the sound if he was encouraging her to do a good job to spare them pain, or if he was exhorting her to resist and not do what I told her to.
I wrapped my hand around the base of my pecker and pulled it out of her sucking mouth. I laid it on her upturned face, like balancing a dog treat on a dog's nose.
"You are a good cock sucker. You may say thank you."
"Thank you... sir."
"Good. Now, stand up."
She kept her hands behind her back and stood up, with some difficulty, because her pajama pants were around her knees and then her ankles when she gained her feet.
"Step out of those... and then take off your shirt."
She stepped out, but did not step away, she ended up standing on them, then deliberately and slowly, she moved her hands up and undid the top button. His volume went up, but the words were no more clear than before, though despair was what I heard.
She maintained eye contact with me as her fingers found the next button.
"Look at him when you expose yourself."
She looked at him, saw him sitting, his pajamas creating a tent his lap. She began to angle her body towards him. My hand went quickly to her throat again, squeezing enough to make her eyes go wide.
"You are here to service me! Not him! Never forget that bitch! You are showing ME... you are MINE." I growled. "Now see if you can obey simple commands. Strip for me. Show me your nakedness. Look at your pathetic husband while you do it. He can not aide you. He can not save you or ensure that you live through this night. Only I can do that. Do you understand whore? Do you know who holds your life in his hand?"
"Yes... yes sir. I understand."
