Snagging a foot stool and directing Wanda to sit on it next to his chair, Malin replied, "Got it."
As the man left, he mentioned, "There's extra security in place for the swingers party."
Sitting down himself, Malin thread his fingers through Wanda's hair and gestured at the screens. "We keep an eye on developing situations here." He pointed at a man standing in front of a naked woman in stocks. He was in a rage yelling at her. She was hanging her head, naked, a ball gag in her mouth. "There's one Mr. Omebi. Financier. Paid us to dangle that woman's gambling addiction in front of her until she willingly enslaved herself. Let's see what he's calmly discussing with Ms. Finch." He clicked on the screen and lit up the speaker.
"YOU GAMBLED AWAY MY FUCKING PROFITS!" He sliced his hand through the air.
Malin picked up his radio hesitating.
Then Omebi relaxed his posture. He straightened his jacket. Coldly, he declared, "I own you now, you fucking bitch. And I'm getting my money's worth."
Malin lowered his radio back into its holder.
Wanda stared. The woman was trapped and defenseless. Not only that, but the walls around her were covered with items she could barely comprehend beyond wide-eyed fear. Ms. Finch was screwed. Even more than Wanda was.
Wanda shifted her focus to Malin in her in her peripherals. She could only guess why she was even there with him. He had called in favors to snatch her away from the others. She remembered his arms around her squeezing out the religious freak's cum. Returning her focus to watch the camera views, she realized how he knew.
Mr. Omebi finally stopped silently glaring at Ms. Finch. He resumed talking, with a cold tone, while holding up an odd tube with an elastic strap and two tiny nozzles. "This is a chemical that will immediately trigger your heat, bitch." Above the ball gag in her mouth, he fitted the tiny nozzles into her nostrils and used the strap around her head to lock it in place. Then he pulled out a plastic tab on the tube.
Wanda's attention was back on the woman. As she inhaled, her body both lost its defensive tension while tensing with a new discomfort. Her back went from arched to flat rolling her hips and offering up her pussy. She even widened her legs slightly. Whatever chemical was in the inhaler was turning her on.
Wanda shifted a little uncomfortably. The woman's new position turned her on a bit too. Malin reached down and massed her neck as he clicked the main screen to change to the camera which was looking down at the couple from above.
Omebi slowly pulled off his clothes in front of Finch. He was already erect. Kneeling down, he murmured softly, chillingly. "Nine months after I dump my load in you, you'll be thinking of me as you scream in agony. And I'm going to get video of it to jerk off to." Then he picked up a camera and took a photo of her face next to his erection. Wanda saw her eyes were wide as she shook her head within the confines of the stocks in one of the other camera views.
Putting the camera down, Omebi slowly walked out of Finch's sight. Then he grabbed her hips and sighted her pussy for angling his cock in. "You're already wet," he murmured as he thrust in. Hard. Finch arched her back, grimacing in pain. Omebi didn't wait. Pulling back fast, he thrust into her again even harder. Because she could only breathe through her nose, Finch inhaled the stimulating chemical deeply. Whatever it was, Wanda could see she was starting to enjoy his violent fucking. Even though his pounding into her was jamming her shoulders into the stocks. "You're getting bred, bitch," he growled as his jack-hammering became irregular. Then he stopped, Wanda shifted her gaze to another camera view and saw his testicles move with orgasmic contractions. Wanda was starting to warm in her pussy watching him when Malin pointed at another screen while pulling her hair. Finch was grimacing, in the throes of an intense orgasm. Wanda shifted her hips as her own stimulation intensified from watching. Finch's whole body shaking. Omebi glanced at her pussy as he hesitated. He blinked, his face losing its angry tension for only a micro-moment. When she stilled, he pulled out, snatched up the camera, and took a photo of her pussy leaking his cum and his hand with the middle finger up next to it.
As Omebi walked back in front of Finch and dressed, he ignored her altogether. Then, when Wanda thought he would just leave, he turned to the wall, grabbed a collar and leash, and approached her. Wrapping the collar around her neck, Omebi said, "Get used to taking my loads, fucking bitch."
As Omebi began to unlock the stocks, Malin flipped off the camera view and switched to another room. It was one with stalls like for horses, but occupied by women. Wanda was still worried about Finch. Rubbing her neck again, Malin said, "They'll work something out. Don't worry about her. She sure won't be gambling ever again, though."
