Swathi looked back at Pooja lying naked on the couch. The short, curvy Indian woman looked forlorn but resigned to her own fate, whatever it might be, as Danny prepared to separate them and drag Swathi upstairs. Yet instead of continuing to yank Swathi by the arm to her unknown fate, Danny stopped abruptly to survey the action unfolding nearby - Kip still having his way with their 18-year-old captive.
"Ahhhh!!! OH!"
Nearby, on the broad, larger-than-average coffee table, Kip was still banging away at the Latina maid. Her black hair fanned out above her head along the table as it rattled with the force of Kip's plunges. Elena now had her ankles crossed behind Kip's powerful glutes, pulling him deeper in as that cock lodged in her pussy. She was moaning softly now, her tongue and Kip's dueling, their lips pressed together. Their furious coupling had finally slowed to a more languid pace though. Elena had resigned herself to pleasing her captor, and his approval at her willing cooperation was palpable. Now, as he gently fucked her in a more intimate way, Elena's captor seemed to savor the softness of her lips and the snugness of her pussy. Instead of wanting to cause her pain, he simply wanted to relish the pleasure she now gave him.
As for Elena, she tried to embrace the silver lining of the horrific situation. A tiny shred of her instinctual female brain even marveled at Kip's stamina. Elena's boyfriend, Mark, could never go this long, always spilling his seed in the first 5-10 minutes. But Kip was a true specimen of masculine physique and endurance, his cock still hard and his testicles still pent-up with their churning seed as he sheathed that shaft in the soft warmth of her snatch. Elena's delicate hands clutched at Kip's back, her wet, relaxed pussy thrusting against him to meet each and every fuck.
Danny shook his head in wonder. "You two should get a room." Danny said dryly. Kip came up for air from kissing Elena long enough to look apologetic.
"Sorry, Boss. You want me to speed things up? It's been a long time since I've enjoyed a pussy like this."
Danny chuckled with a note of magnanimity. "Take your time with the bitch. There's no rush. I have to get Swathi and Sanjay set up for their new roles in life anyway."
New roles in life? That didn't sound good. Swathi's stomach did a silent flip.
"Please," Swathi whimpered, "wh-what are you going to do to us?"
"SSSHHH. All in good time, bitch." Danny turned back toward Pooja. "One more order before I take your bitch friend away for good. Watch these two fuck closely and touch yourself, slave. I want you to make yourself cream up by watching Kip's show. Make yourself come as you watch them fuck. Understand? If you can manage that, I just might give you a reward."
"Y-yes Sir. I mean, yes Master," Pooja added sullenly yet fearfully. The naked Indian woman slipped her bound hands between her legs and began to caress her own pussy in an obvious display to please her captor.
Danny reached down and palmed one of Pooja's supple breasts. "Good girl. Keep behaving like that and we won't have to burn these tits again," he said in a tone that sounded as ominous as it was reassuring.
"Yes, Master."
Pooja's eyes, filled with tears, met Swathi's own as she found herself dragged away.
'Will I ever see my best friend again?' That thought haunted Swathi as Danny began hustling her up the stairs.
"Please, I can walk, you don't need to drag me!" Swathi protested. To her surprise, Danny stopped and released her arm. He stared at her regal face, so finely chiseled, so gorgeous, the face of a queen, before nodding.
"Fair enough, slave. WALK."
Holding onto what little dignity she had left, the naked 29-year-old woman strode up the stairs to her master bedroom. Standing at the bedroom's threshold stood Tommy. Just like Danny's other thugs, except for Kip, Tommy too was now clothed. Tommy's grubby gaze alighted with lust on the shaved slit of Swathi's pussy as he stepped aside to let her through.
"Everything ready to go?" Danny asked.
"We're ready, Boss." Tommy's shit-eating grin didn't reassure Swathi whatsoever.
And the beautiful wife wasn't ready for what she saw when she walked into her master bedroom and saw her husband either.
Sanjay was standing there free of any restraints for the first time since their ordeal had begun. He looked sheepish and ashamed, his eyes filled with pain, but at least they hadn't hurt him further. Swathi's eyes widened when she noticed something else, though: his cock stood out stiff as a slab of diamond, a sword that saluted her own nakedness.
"We gave your dear hubby a Viagra-equivalent. Very effective and very fast-acting. You like the results, slave?" Danny's mocking tone dug into her like a knife.
Swathi rushed into the bedroom and gave her husband a hug. He may have been a complete idiot and ruined both their lives with his illicit financial dealings, but she still loved him. "Baby, I'm so glad you're OK!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. She kissed him and she kissed him back, but she sensed a deep sorrow welling up from him. It was at that point that Swathi finally had the presence of mind to look around and see what was now so very different about their master bedroom.
Swathi looked up. In every corner, near the ceiling, and along every wall cameras had been mounted. She looked over at a giant flat screen monitor which had been set up on the dresser. It now seemed to show a live feed... of the bedroom, with every single angle covered. The bed itself was laid out with sumptuous red sheets and fluffy pillows sheathed in dark satin pillowcases. Glancing at the monitor again, Swathi saw what looked like a chatroom of sorts where viewers could congregate and comment. Then Swathi saw the most disturbing thing of all.
Arrayed on a side table which had been erected across from their dresser, Swathi now saw an entire arsenal of sex toys. They came in all shapes and sizes, from riding crops to bull whips to cat o' nine tails and other floggers, from gigantic and cruelly ribbed dildos to masks and ball-gags and even a face-strap-on dildo designed to be fastened to a person's jaw. There were also pairs of handcuffs, along with vials of differently scented types of lube and candles and matchsticks for wax-play. Swathi's eyes widened even further when she saw implements for piercing nipples and... other body parts, and even a branding iron beside a small dish of white-hot coals.
"As you can see, bitch, we have ALL the bells and whistles available for you and your husband's opening performance."
"Opening performance?" Swathi echoed. She turned, still in shock, still disbelieving. This had to be a nightmare. There was no way this could be real.
Danny offered his two captives a feral grin.
"Why yes. You see, I had a backup plan when I came here today. I knew that there was a chance I couldn't recover what was mine - what your dear husband stole from me - so I had an alternate plan in place that both excites and satisfies my need for revenge while getting me what I want."
Swathi put her hand in Sanjay's, and Sanjay gave it a comforting squeeze, but the gesture failed to have the desired effect.
"W-what do you mean?"
Danny gestured toward the cameras and the flat screen. "You two are going to be my new porn star sex slaves. That's right. On the dark web, I've managed to find myself quite a crowd of paying onlookers as twisted as sadistic as I am, all eager to watch an enslaved husband wife make love and fuck and do ANYTHING and EVERYTHING to please the crowd. That's right. This is the way it's going to work: every 15 minutes, the crowd will vote on what acts they want you and Sanjay to do with each other next... OR what they want done TO you," he added, his gaze flickering ominously toward the piercing implements. "You will comply with everything the crowd says before moving onto the next sex act. This will continue for..." Danny checked the digital clock on the wall, "the next three hours or so, or as long as the paying customers on the dark web wish for it to continue, whichever takes longer."
Danny's feral grin now deepened. "Any questions?"
"W-wait," Swathi stammered. "But after t-tonight then, you'll let us go?" she said hopefully. She felt Sanjay's hand squeeze hers again, an act of commiseration that only confirmed her dread.
