Pooja just wanted it to stop. She groaned and moaned and threw her hips back with desperate force, frantically fucking her captor back as he speared her cunt again and again.
Kip's true preferences lay deep in his subconscious, and that subconscious actually preferred this tasty slut to her friend Swathi. Whereas Swathi was willowy and slender, akin more to a model or some skinny, health-obsessed influencer, Pooja was a real woman. To Kip, a real woman had curves all over, and Pooja's contours excited him. The Indian woman's perfectly sculpted ass felt pleasing against his slamming pelvis, and her unshaven pussy took him deep with each fuck.
"Please, it hurts!" Pooja groaned. He still had her soft hair in the throes of his grip. Releasing his hold just a little, he growled back at her.
"Stop complaining and thank me for this cock, little whore. THANK me now and maybe I'll be a little gentler."
"Thank you for your cock, Sir!" Pooja wailed. "Please fuck me. Please fuck me so hard!" she squealed, desperately gripping the headboard with both hands and driving her pussy back to meet his next thrust.
Kip grunted with renewed lust, satisfied with his captive's cooperation. He reached underneath her, cupping those soft and supple cones of flesh while whispering awful promises in her ear.
"Mmm! I wonder if your butt will be as exquisite of a fit as your loosening fuck-hole. Ever been ass-fucked before? Mmm. Don't say I haven't given you something to look forward to..."
Pooja was too demoralized to answer. She felt him stretching her pussy and just accepted her fate. Meanwhile, across the way, Swathi spared a fleeting thought of sorrow and empathy for her best friend.
'I'm sorry you got caught up in this, babe,' Swathi thought. Right now, though, Swathi had enough of a challenge in trying to clean up her husband's mess and get the two of them out of this alive. She forced Pooja's plight from her mind, cruel and callous as it seemed. No one said that doing what you had to do to survive was kind or fair.
Swathi resumed sucking and slurping tenderly on Sanjay's penis, her tongue cradling the underside of his shaft lovingly while her head bobbed at a steady pace. Her husband's cock smelled of watermelon and mint, his favorite body wash: he had showered just before leaving on his trip. The strange sensation of arousal coiling through her as she slobbered up and down her husband's dick seemed incongruous, not to mention appalling, in light of what was happening nearby and the dreadful overall situation. But she took him deep in her throat and loved him anyway. But soon two things happened in short succession.
First, Swathi heard Kip's groan of total euphoria. She knew that the sadistic bastard had just come inside her best friend - inside the pussy of a woman Swathi knew came from such a proper, conservative family, a family that would have been ashamed beyond belief to see her broken like this.
Pooja indeed felt the jolt of that cock leaping inside her, painting her womb with a blast of cum. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. The fear and terror that had debilitated her now gave way to a new sense of helplessness and despair that overwhelmed even that. Pooja's head sagged down as fresh tears leaked down her cheeks. All she could think about with that warm cock inside her now were her father's admonishing words etched into her brain: 'When a woman has lost her virtue, she has lost everything.' Meanwhile, Kip's thrusts slowed and stopped as he let the last spasm wring out the final spurt of seed from his aching balls. Half collapsing on top of her, he still cupped her breasts and now sucked on one of her ear lobes in an awful act of twisted intimacy.
"Mmmm. You're a good fuck, little slut. But don't worry, I took some pills to keep me going - I'll be hard again for you in no time, and then we'll see how much of my ten-incher your ass can handle!"
Just as Kip finished elaborating on his promise, though, the bedroom door burst open again with Danny, MJ, and Zack all barreling inside.
"What the fuck?" Danny stormed. Tommy had finally come to. The recently victimized assailant was sitting up, clutching his head with a groan.
"What the fuck happened?" Danny bit out each word like the lash of a whip.
Kip finally seemed to realize the shitstorm of a bed he'd made for himself. He looked over sheepishly at his leader as he pulled his wilted shaft from Pooja's cunt. "He wasn't sharing, Boss. I'm sorry, I just got carried away. I -"
But Danny didn't let him finish. The leader angrily snatched up the handgun which Kip had used earlier. Grabbing the wiry tech-geek by the neck, he dragged him off the bed and pressed the gun up under his chin.
"You know the only reason I'm not pulling this trigger, Kip?" he snarled. "Because your skills would be inconvenient for us to go without in getting this job done, and because it would be a real inconvenience to clean bits of your brain matter from the ceiling." And now Danny's eyes narrowed. "Make no fucking mistake though, brother, if you raise a hand against any of the others again, in any way, I'll take my chances and find myself a new gearhead. You hear me?"
Kip sputtered an acknowledgment as best he could. Danny slapped him not once but twice with the open palm of his other hand before shoving Kip to the floor.
He nodded at Tommy, helping up his associate. Turning to MJ, he began tossing out orders. "Get Tommy an ice pack. That's going to leave a bump." Then he quickly snapped his fingers in front of Tommy's face, yanking him back to alertness. "You all right?"
Tommy nodded. "Yeah," he said grudgingly, giving Kip a death glare. Danny nodded toward the bed.
"Lay down and relax. That big-titted Indian slut will gladly mount your cock and do all the work while MJ gets you that ice pack. Isn't that right, bitch?"
Pooja looked over at her merciless captor with reddened eyes. Knowing better than to say no, she did the only thing she could - she nodded meekly. Moments later, Tommy lay comfortably on the bed. The sexy Hindi woman jerked his cock back to hardness. Next she proceeded to slip her slimy, cum-soaked sex down onto him, joining their bodies as one with a sigh. Her hips hugged his waist and he felt so warm between her legs.
"Did you miss me, slut?" Tommy muttered. His eyes were now glued to her chest, to those jiggling breasts as the woman spread her hands along Tommy's pecs and humped him.
"Y-yes sir," Pooja replied, and to her shock she found that there was a kernel of truth to it. He had been gentler with her than Kip. Perhaps that wasn't saying much, but it was still something. And right now Pooja wanted to forget the soul-crushing reality of rape and shame that she would now never be able to forget, her purity gone forever, so she immersed herself in the only mental haven she could find, ironically enough: Pleasure. The beautiful, full-bodied Indian woman bounced her ass with fervent gyrations, her pussy smacking against Tommy's pelvis again and again. She encased that dick as if she genuinely wanted it inside her, and the traces of Kip's cum made her slickened snatch fly up and down Tommy's cock with ease.
"Mmmm. That one's learning. She'll be a good fuck-toy to amuse us if we have to kill Swathi and her husband for being uncooperative," Danny said casually. A chill raced down Pooja's spine as she heard the awful threat, but it was a threat not meant for her - so she just resumed her focus on pleasing Tommy.
"Ooohhhh god, yes, I love your cock filling me," Pooja murmured. She leaned down, pressing her lips to his. Then she re-positioned herself, still humping avidly, her cunt lips forming a tight seal as she engulfed his manhood, and she leaned over at just the right angle now, presenting one nipple for sucking. Tommy took it, slurping greedily on it as if he had never seen a breast before. Pooja moaned and tried to please the kinder of her captors, discarding the shattered facade of her conservative upbringing as her instinctual feminine libido and tens of thousands of years of preceding sexual evolution took over.
"Come. Let's see if our sexy Swathi here has managed to 'suck' some sense into her husband," Danny joked to Zack as the two men approached where Sanjay sat tied to the chair.
Swathi turned around. "Yes, please! He'll tell you the passwords. You'll tell them, won't you baby?" Her hard gaze seemed to say 'Stick with the plan, darling. We have to buy time!' She wasn't sure if her husband would be too stubborn to cooperate despite her sound reasoning. Fear and self-preservation should have been motivation enough, but apparently Sanjay had thought he could negotiate with them, get them to leave by throwing them a bone and asking them to take household goods instead even though he should have known his recalcitrance would result in them continuing to sexually torment Swathi and fuck her. Part of her, if she was being honest about it, was deeply bitter about that. Her husband should have prioritized her safety and well-being above all else, money especially. For now, though, she thrust it aside. She thrust aside any emotions that didn't aid in her and her husband's survival.
"Y-yes. I'll give you anything you want," Sanjay rushed out. "Anything. You can log into my computer and check all my accounts. I'll transfer all of it to you, to whatever account you wish. I'll do anything you ask!" Sanjay pleaded.
Danny stroked his chin with thoughtful satisfaction and exchanged a look with Zack. "Seems like Swathi came through. I think that deserves something of a reward." He made a peremptory gesture at her. "You can stand up and turn around, bitch. I'll let you sit on your husband's cock. Just don't make him CUM until we're through checking his laptop."
Disbelieving that she was actually doing this, Swathi proceeded to stand up, turned around, and grasped the base of her husband's still excited manhood. She then slowly eased her pussy down on it, engulfing him between her battered and swollen cunt lips. Leaning forward, she bounced gently on her husband's lap. Fuck. It felt good, despite everything. It felt good to feel her husband inside her. Her mind was furious with him, and yet her pussy clamped itself tightly around the girth of that vein-engorged cock. She moaned in time to her husband's grunts. 'Let them see what it means to please a woman,' she thought darkly. Not that they cared, she knew. But Swathi felt a strange sense of satisfaction as she thought to herself, 'Sanjay shares an intimacy with me that they'll never comprehend.' And that intimacy enhanced her pleasure in ways both tangible and intangible.
Perhaps this was Swathi's final way of maintaining some tiny semblance of control, letting her feel that her body was still her own. Whatever the case, she gladly bounced on Sanjay's lap. She gladly felt that hard, throbbing erection slip inside her again and again as her exquisite ass kissed the tied-up businessman's lap with each gentle drop.
