With shaky hands, Elena poured fresh dollops of oil along the long, curved pink cock that extended from Swathi's waist. Then the slender maid knelt down and poured what was left of the oil into Sanjay's tiny puckered opening. Sanjay let out a hiss as the oil felt so warm in his rectum.
"All right! He's ready, slave. Give it to him. Fuck his brains out!" Danny said.
Swathi licked her lips. 'I'm so sorry, baby,' she thought to herself. She placed her hands on her husband's butt cheeks and spread them, awkwardly hunched over him as the tip of the strap-on's pink penis rested against his anal opening.
No... no, no... she couldn't do this. Swathi looked up at her captor. "Please don't make me do this."
"Bitch, I tried asking nicely, but it looks like that isn't getting through to you." This time Danny pulled out a shock-wand from his duffle bag of 'toys.' Lunging forward, he thrust the tip of the wand against Swathi's breasts. With a jolt, the woman felt a sudden sting shoot through her supple cones.
"AYYY!!!"
The contradictory sensations of the wand shocking her and the pleasurable stimulation of the vibrations inside her pussy and ass was almost too much for Swathi to take.
"Please, I'm doing it! OK, please stop! Don't shock me!" she whined. Steadying herself, the woman hunched over her naked husband once more and placed the tip of her cock near his star-shaped hole. Then, ever so gingerly, she began to explore sliding just the tip of it inside his rectum. Sanjay immediately bucked against his bonds, albeit to no effect as the ropes held him fast, and let out a desperate groan.
"UUUGGHHHH!!!!"
"Please, it's too big for him!" Swathi wailed, but her captor was relentless. He stabbed the shock wand into her ass and then zapped her again and again, making each of her tits jiggle as fire seemed to surge right through her nipples. The warmth in her pussy taunted her even as the shocks sent confusing stimuli through her overwhelmed body.
"No excuses, slave. Fuck him! Fuck him hard or you'll get more shocks to your cunt."
Swathi closed her eyes, said a prayer, and gripped her husband tightly by the waist. Now she thrust forward, slamming home every agonizing inch she could right into Sanjay's anus. Sanjay squealed like a stuck pig.
"AAAAYYYYYY!"
With great effort, the slender Indian wife began a rhythm, fucking her husband with the strap-on. Danny, Zack, and Kip watched the alluring sight of Swathi's clenched up butt cheeks while she gritted her teeth and pumped her lubed-up shaft of silicone toward her husband's bowels. This went on for an agonizing 15 minutes. Sanjay's tormented grunts and the squelchy sound of Swathi's oily shaft spearing into him made a kind of obscene symphony that echoed throughout the living room. Kip and Zack were stroking their cocks while they watched the action unfold, but Danny suddenly had other ideas. He slid over to Elena. The slender Latina maid could only stare in horror, like someone watching a train wreck, as Swathi continued to pound her husband's increasingly sore bottom.
"I bet this is making you horny, girl. Come here and fuck." Danny pulled her to him. He was soon lifting her with ease. The girl instinctively knew what to do, wrapping her legs around him as he impaled that clean-shaven pussy right onto his throbbing dick. Elena let out a gasp and held on for dear life. She locked her hands behind Danny's neck. Soon she was making tiny grunting noises while her petite ass cheeks bounced up and down, her cunt engulfing Danny's shaft with brutal plunges. Danny's big hands each took a fistful of Elena's ass cheeks and used them like handles, lifting and roughly impaling her tiny body on his cock. Meanwhile, he could see over Elena's shoulder as the action continued to unfold on the coffee table mere feet away.
"UHH!!! UHH!!!! Your maid is one talented young bitch, Swathi. I'm glad you invited her to the party," Danny sneered.
It wasn't long before Danny felt Elena's juices trickling down his shaft. As much as Elena was a captive and a victim, she'd turned her body on autopilot, and that meant that her feminine instincts had now completely taken over. She was just a collection of sensations, needs, and surrendered primal instincts now, nothing more, all for the sake of survival. Elena's raspy breaths soon held a note of true lust, her hard nipples rubbing against Danny's chest as he impaled her like a champ. Her long and lustrous black hair flowed down the girl's back as Danny's cock filled her like a throbbing spear.
"You like this cock?" he growled in her ear.
"Yes, please fuck me," Elena confessed. For a fleeting moment, rapist and captive became simply man and woman, primordial and primal.
As for Swathi, she just wanted the nightmare to end. Grimly, she thrust again and again, feeling her husband's discomfort and hearing his plaintive groans as she filled his ass with her pink shaft.
'Forgive me, my love. Please forgive me,' was all Swathi could think, an endless mantra begging for a forgiveness she wasn't sure she deserved. Much as she blamed Sanjay, at least in part, for the situation they now found themselves in, she would never, ever, in a million years have wanted to hurt him like this. She was furious with her husband, yes, but she loved him still. That was why each time she drove that cock into him, splitting his butt cheeks with that pink shaft, a part of her heart shriveled up in sorrow. A part of her died each time she felt his body spasm at the end of her strap-on cock. A part of her died each time she felt him wheeze in pain, all too aware of the ache of arousal in her tits with the vibrating cock deep in her pussy stoking an inferno of need she desperately wanted to ignore.
