"Well?" The impatience in Danny's voice lashed the bedroom as Kip continued frantically trying to locate the hidden partition on Sanjay's hard drive. The cyber expert among the criminals now gave his leader a sullen look.
"I'm doing the best I can, Boss, but this is going to take some time."
Danny turned back toward Sanjay. He had his pistol gripped tightly in one hand. Now he pressed the gun to the businessman's forehead. "You better not be lying to me again."
'Oh god,' Swathi thought. 'It's only a matter of time before Kip discovers the truth.' And once that happened, Swathi didn't want to even think about what they might do.
To distract her captor, Swathi now leapt into action.
"Please, let me... let me make you feel good while you wait for Kip to finish," she said. The slender Indian beauty proceeded to slip off of her husband's spent penis. She knelt before her captor now. The suspicious criminal waved his gun in her face, but she ignored it with all the courage she could muster. Slipping her hands around Danny's muscle-toned ass, she began to slurp tenderly on the tip of his cock. Her lips formed a tight seal as she slid her mouth up and down Danny's iron-hard shaft, the drugs he'd taken earlier keeping it stiff as a spike. Her head began to bob with a steady cadence. The sounds of fervent sucking soon permeated the bedroom.
Meanwhile, Sanjay could only watch helplessly. He remained firmly tied to the chair beside the bed. From his vantage point, he could only see his wife's naked back and alluring butt cheeks facing him, her disheveled but silky hair skewed over one shoulder as she sucked powerfully on the cock of the man who held their fates in the palm of his hand. Danny kept the gun lightly pressed against the top of Swathi's head as she sucked.
"Damn. Your wife is a real slut, Sanjay. It looks like six months ago I unlocked her true potential, and now we're seeing her true self coming back out. Isn't that right, whore?" Danny said, each word dripping with mockery and lust.
All Swathi knew was that she would rather suck cock than get fucked again in her pussy or ass. That and the need to distract her chief tormentor now drove her as if a whip was lashing at her cunt. So the gorgeous Indian woman now gripped Danny's ass cheeks for leverage with both hands and impaled her face on that cock like it was the only thing keeping her alive. She gurgled loudly, slurping like she yearned to drink the elixir of seed that his churning balls were already preparing for her. Soon her mouth was engulfing Danny's manhood all the way down to his pubic curls. His masculine scent filled her nostrils as Swathi even managed to slip her tongue out, gently lapping at his balls even while she held the entirety of his cock in the warmth of her throat.
It was all she could do not to gag. Her eyes watered but she held on for a short while longer. 'Please appreciate what I'm doing, you bastard,' she thought fiercely. But would 'behaving well' and subservience really get her anywhere?
Finally, with a loud coughing fit, she came up for air. Strings of pre-cum clung to her bottom lip and chin.
"P-please let my wife rest," Sanjay interrupted. Then, as if her husband couldn't have debased himself more or made himself more pitiable, he whined, "Please, I--I need to pee."
Danny paused. He gave Sanjay an amused look before laughter rumbled from somewhere deep in his belly.
"Is that right, dumbass?" Hefting the pistol in one hand, he reached his other hand out, cupping the back of Swathi's head and guiding her mouth back to his slobber-coated cock. "If you need to piss, I suggest you hold it. Can't you see I'm busy fucking your wife's throat?"
Swathi moaned softly and let her captor dictate the pace now. With his hand firmly planted on the back of her skull, he forced her down onto his vein-engorged penis. The taste of pre-cum danced once more along her palate as she found it difficult to breathe.
"UGGGHH!!!"
'But this is better than the alternative,' she kept reminding herself. The feeling of Danny's cock in her ass, and of being double-teamed by both MJ and Zack, those agonies were still far too fresh in her mind. A tiny, primal feminine instinct within her even relished the contours of Danny's perfectly sculpted ass beneath her fingertips. Her hands were now gripping both butt cheeks firmly while she slammed her throat downward, sucking and moaning with greater and greater intensity.
"AHH!!! Fuck! You little slut!" Suddenly Danny shoved his hand against her forehead, forcing her off his dick even as he kept the gun pointed at her face. "I don't want to come in your mouth, I want to come all over your face. Make it happen, bitch. Hurry up! I've got two loaded guns here, and if you don't take fire from one, you'll take fire from the other."
Swathi didn't waste a moment. She slipped her hands to the base of that stiff erection and began to pump it fervently between her elegant fingers. Wet sounds of suction erupted throughout the bedroom as her now sticky hands flew up and down his shaft.
"Eyes open and make sure you make it come all over you, bitch," the cruel man warned. Swathi didn't dare disobey him. She kept pumping his throbbing manhood. Any second now, she knew he would burst. Any second he--
Then it happened. Danny's primal, guttural groan of approval tore through the bedroom at the same time his cock sprayed her like a hose. Huge ropes of cum shot out to land just above her hairline, across her forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, lips, and chin. The woman had closed her eyes just in time, but now poor Swathi felt like she was wearing a thick, lumpy mask. Stickiness now sheathed her beautiful and once pristine face. She'd never felt dirtier, which was saying something given the four loads of sperm still seeping from her pussy and the cum now semi-dried and encrusted inside her anus.
"Bitch, I told you to keep your eyes open," Danny growled. He had put his gun aside, and now he grasped her by the nape of the neck. "On your feet." Even as he forced her upright on wobbly legs, his other hand came down with a resounding SMACK across her ass cheeks. "Get over to the bed. It's time we checked on your girlfriend. I have an idea for a good punishment for you for not keeping those eyes open."
A fresh and bottomless pit of despair opened up somewhere inside Swathi.
'Oh god... will this nightmare never end?' she wondered. Her breasts bounced enticingly as he shoved her toward the bed.
~ * * * * * ~
Across the bedroom, Tommy and his new favorite fuck-toy were still going at it. Things had improved significantly for Tommy since Kip had cold-cocked him with his pistol earlier. Now, courtesy of MJ, Tommy held an ice pack to his forehead and enjoyed a sight sublime to the male gaze: Pooja's pussy ground against his cock, her squeeze around him tight as her big breasts swayed above his face, her nakedness gyrating with dedication as she sat straddled across him, fucking him, her jaw slack in wordless pleasure.
"Lean over again. Let me suck those nipples," Tommy prodded. In the background he was aware of Zack and MJ now watching them, stroking their cocks and enjoying the show which Pooja might as well have been putting on for all their benefit.
