While MJ, Zach, and Tommy dragged Sanjay upstairs and set to work on getting the house and master bedroom 'ready,' whatever that meant, Swathi found herself frantically trying to predict what their brutal captor would do with them.
'Now that Danny knows Sanjay squandered all his money, there's nothing to hold him back, no reason for him to let us live,' she thought as fresh terror jolted her heart.
"Come here, pussy. You too, fuck-toy," Danny growled, gesturing first at Pooja and then at Swathi. The two Indian women stood up reluctantly. Swathi could still feel the plug in her ass buzzing away, and the dildo stuffing her pussy continued to pulse inside her, its vibrations making her aroused despite her wishes.
"While my men make the final preparations, let's make sure you two don't get bored, shall we?" He pointed at the sofa and looked at Pooja. "Let's test out your training, slave. MJ claimed to have broken you in nicely. Prove it. Lay back and spread those legs."
Pooja still had her wrists tied in front of her. The burn marks on the alluring curves of her breasts stood out like angry marks, and her cunt looked puffy and red from the beating the men had given her after her escape attempt.
"Yes, Master," Pooja replied obediently. The naked woman laid back on the sofa and spread her legs wide, baring her sore pussy.
Swathi looked down sorrowfully at her friend. 'I'm so sorry I got you mixed up in this,' she thought. Although it wasn't strictly her fault, Swathi still felt responsible. If she hadn't married a complete fool, then poor Pooja would never have found herself in this horrific situation in the first place.
"What're you staring at, cunt?" Danny slapped Swathi on the back of the head, making her flinch.
She looked up at her captor fearfully.
Danny grasped the base of the elongated curve of that pink strap-on cock extending from Swathi's waist. "You got to fuck your dear husband. Well guess what, slut? Now it's time to fuck your best friend. You love her, don't you? Well now's your chance to show it!"
Hating the mockery in his tone as much as the demeaning nature of what she was about to be forced to do, Swathi slid onto the sofa and mouthed the words 'Please forgive me' to her best friend. Then, ever so gingerly, she positioned the lifelike, bulbous tip of her strap-on penis between Pooja's swollen labia.
"Please be gentle," Pooja whispered. She knew this was going to hurt. Her sore pussy and cunt lips were sporting more than a few fresh welts.
"None of this romantic bullshit. Get in there, slave. Fuck her!" Danny roared.
Swathi felt an electric jolt as Danny stabbed his favorite shock-wand into her neck. With a squeal, the gorgeous woman lunged forward. Her cock sank into Pooja's cunt with a mighty thrust as Pooja's eyes went wide.
"AAAYYY!!!" Both women squealed in unison as the fucking began, Swathi from the jolt of the shock-wand and Pooja from the friction of that giant pink shaft crashing into her sore sex.
"Pooja, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Swathi squealed as the shock-wand pressed against her left breast, the zap making her tit sting.
"AYY!"
"Faster, slut. I want to see some effort on your part," Danny warned.
Swathi gripped her best friend's waist and began a steady rhythm. She launched her pelvis forward again and again, spearing that enormous dildo into her friend's cunt. Pooja lay there with her bound wrists pressed against Swathi's stomach as their 'lovemaking' intensified.
"Kiss her, whore. Show her you love her," Danny spat. Swathi obeyed. She leaned down even as she kept sliding that dildo deep inside her friend.
"I'm sorry," she whispered just as her lips captured Pooja's, but Pooja kissed her back. The two women kissed each other tenderly as Swathi's pink cock slammed once more into Pooja's brutalized cunt. The friction of that ribbed pink silicone sliding along her sex made Pooja's swollen cunt feel like it was on fire though. Reaching down with her bound hands, the shorter woman tried to fondle her clitoris enough to add some lubrication. Swathi sensed what her best friend was doing. She changed the angle and rhythm of her thrusts, giving Pooja's fingers time and room to do their important work. Soon Pooja's breathing tempo had gone up, her body slowly succumbing to fresh arousal. The sweet relief of trickling cunt juice soon flowed from her pussy, bathing the dildo and easing the discomfort of each pulverizing plunge.
"Ooooh!!! Ahh!" Pooja sighed.
Danny rested a hand possessively on Swathi's ass and murmured his approval.
"Not bad, bitch. I'll even overlook that you let her get herself juiced up for you. I didn't give you permission to do that." He walked over to stand right next to the coupling in progress and yanked Swathi by the hair, pulling her away from her friend's lips.
"I bet you're wondering what I'm going to do with you now that I know your dear husband SPENT all of my money."
He seemed to relish the flash of fear in Swathi's eyes. "While you think about the possibilities, I want you to keep fucking this slut. And while you're at it, you can suck my cock."
Danny thrust his stiff rod in her face. Swathi knew better than to refuse him. With her eyes glued to his, imploring him, the sexy woman sucked hard on the mushroomed-shaped head of his manhood. The loud sounds of her slurping on Danny's meat now filled the room.
"Keep fucking. Rough up her tits," Danny ordered. Swathi slid her hands upward, cupping Pooja's breasts and squeezing them hard while she fucked her. Her head remained twisted sideways as she maintained a powerful suction on Danny's shaft. Now he had her disheveled black hair bunched up in one fist, keeping it out of the way as Swathi's cheeks hollowed out, slurping noisily on his cock.
"Ahhhh... yes, you whore. You serve well when properly motivated, don't you?"
Meanwhile, Pooja continued to pet her own clit, cajoling her battered nerve bundle back to life. Her fluids trickled out of her to wet the couch cushion beneath her. Her nipples had hardened beneath Swathi's palms. She looked up with a heavy-lidded gaze, staring at her friend's jiggling cones as Swathi pounded into her with the strap-on.
"Looks like your sweet friend is starting to surrender. That's good. Very good." Danny glared down at Pooja. "CUM for us, bitch. That's an order."
"Yes, Master."
Pooja stared up at her brutal captor, caressing her pearled nub, feeling the warmth in her core intensifying. Her stomach muscles clenched up as the pleasure built and built. Then Pooja looked down at Swathi's pink shaft as it advanced once more, vanishing inside of her.
SLAP! Danny had withdrawn his cock from Swathi's mouth and given her an unexpected smack across the face.
