"Make one wrong move, bitch, and I'll clock you." Charlotte sat completely still as J first took off her handcuffs. Then he had her stand and bend over. While she remained bent over the chair, the masked captor loosened the fastenings and pulled the strap-on out of the poor woman's cunt and ass. Charlotte immediately sighed with relief as that feeling of comfortable emptiness returned to her sensitive holes.
"Now turn around and let me put these cuffs back on you. Hold out your wrists, bitch."
Charlotte obeyed. Only once J had her restrained again did he seem to relax a bit. He turned beside her, and now the two of them watched the action ramping up across the room. Mia was bouncing on her lover, her snatch now leaving a glistening, cunt juice-coated cock beneath her each time she rose up to prepare for her next impalement.
"Let's watch the rest of the show. Then you can help me tie up your son's girlfriend, we can go down to the kitchen together, and you can make me a snack."
"Yes, Master," Charlotte whispered.
SMACK. J's hand came down with a resounding slap on the delectable curve of Charlotte's left ass cheek, hard enough to leave a red handprint.
"Yes, Master!" Charlotte chirped, this time forcing out the right amount of enthusiasm to her captor's satisfaction.
Captor and victim proceeded to watch Mia and Zane's coupling unfold. It was as if Mia had forgotten they were being watched. She focused only on her own pleasure and on Zane's. She ground on top of him, merciless almost to the point of cruel, nipping at his chest, leaving bite marks and cuts with her nails, scoring his flesh like a hellcat rather than a tender lover. Yet despite all of that, Zane's heavy-lidded gaze still shone with a certain exultation - a certain primal contentment as he felt his girlfriend's snatch gripping the length of his seven-inch penis.
"You gonna CUM soon, baby?" Mia said darkly, arching one eyebrow as she rose off of him and slammed herself down, grinding her cunt and pubic bone against him. She'd looped her cuffed hands behind his neck now and leaned forward, sinking her teeth into his shoulder hard enough to leave angry red marks.
"AAAAAAHHH!!! Please, that hurts!"
"Then why is your dick still so fucking HARD if it hurts so much, bad boy? Hmm?" Mia countered. She pumped her pussy and seductively rubbed her tits against his chest before she grabbed him by the head and shoved his face against her right breast.
"Suck my nipple, you worthless, good-for-nothing boy," she growled.
Zane's muffled protest soon capitulated, giving way to the sound of slurping and sucking as he took her nipple gently into his mouth.
To Mia's shock, her libido was surging. The dominance she was now enjoying, the punishment she was meting out to her helpless boyfriend, proved to be such an incredible turn-on. She would have felt guilty, perhaps, if it weren't for the fact that she could still remember, with absolute crystal-clarity, the sight of seeing her boyfriend's supreme erection right after he'd seen her get raped, just as Ben had pulled out of her and left her feeling his nasty seed oozing from her ravaged pussy.
'You deserve this,' she thought darkly. 'You fucking deserve this, Zane.'
Yet to Mia's surprise the dominatrix-style treatment wasn't just a turn-on for her - it seemed to ramp up Zane's libido as well. As he sucked Mia's breast, he finally lost it. All control flew to the four winds, his cock twitching in the throes of surrender.
"UUUGGGHHH!!!!" Zane's forlorn if muffled wail against Mia's chest signified the cruel orgasm, his balls drained for the second time that night.
Mia moaned as she felt his seed shoot up inside her, warming her, coating her insides in its viscous muck.
"Ahhhh... you bastard. You came too soon," Mia growled, hating that she hadn't had time to come. And, to her frustration, she wouldn't get the time either. Before she could reach down to help herself reach the finish line and get herself off, J was already upon her.
"That's enough fun for the time being, little slut. COME with ME." J proceeded to throw her face-down on the bed beside the now sleeping Ben atop Skylar. He quickly re-cuffed Mia's wrists to the headboard, shoved her face against the pillow, and ordered her, "Now lie still and don't make a sound. If I hear any screeching up here, unless it's Ben's punishments making you scream, there will be hell to pay." He gave both of Mia's ass cheeks a parting slap to emphasize the threat. But as soon as J slid off the bed, he gave Zane the same glare he'd given Mia. "That goes for you too, bitch-boy. You just got off inside your sexy piece-of-ass girlfriend. You should be happy. So shut up and relax until I get back."
Saying this, J now motioned at Charlotte. The hot MILF dutifully came toward her captor like a dog whose named had been called. She proceeded to accompany him downstairs, her mind racing, her heart pounding.
Was now the time to try her escape...or bolder still, to turn the tables on these psychos? With one captor in a post-coitus stupor upstairs, perhaps it was now or never.
They entered the kitchen. The warm hues of the cabinetry matched the sunset-peach tiling of the walls and the dark brown flooring. In the center of the kitchen stood an island with an onyx-marble countertop.
"What would you like to eat?" Charlotte said dully, eyeing the knife set which she kept in the corner between the sink and the stovetop. But J was too observant. He slid an arm around her waist and pulled her against him.
"Don't get any IDEAS, bitch. Make me a sandwich. No, make that two. All this rape has made me work up quite the appetite. And as far as what kind of sandwich, why don't you surprise me?"
The naked MILF did as she was told, making her captor first a roast beef sandwich and then a ham and turkey sandwich with thick slices of provolone cheese, lettuce, and tomato on each. For the first time all evening, J took off his ski mask.
When she'd finished, J motioned her to sit at the island beside him. He turned to her while he ate, as if this were the most mundane and normal thing in the world - a naked intruder and his captive enjoying a private moment together. Charlotte could still feel a dull ache between her legs and her welt-covered breasts would take some time to heal.
"Charlotte," J began, once he'd polished off sandwich #1, "we need to talk. I think it's time we talked business." He said the word 'business' with an air of sophistication, as if he wasn't some barbarous piece of shit who had forced her family to get naked and been raping and tormenting them all night. The moon shone through a high window in the living room, its eldritch light pooling on the countertop beside them. Charlotte was sorely tempted to lunge for the knife set, but she made sure not to let her gaze stray in that direction to telegraph her intent.
"Business?" she whispered.
"Yes. Business. I think you and I both know that tonight, sadly enough, will soon be coming to a close. We're only four or five hours away from dawn." He paused, taking another bite of sandwich #2. "I'll be honest, Charlotte, you truly do have a lovely family. This was a lot of fun. I'd like to think that Ben and I gave you your money's worth too. Both you and your daughter got multiple orgasms out of tonight's action, so I wouldn't complain if I were you."
The gall. The fucking gall of this man. Charlotte wasn't sure if she wanted to strangle him or use that nearby butcher's knife to hack off his balls. But through force of will she managed to keep her composure.
"Now I know things didn't quite go as planned. Your son and his girlfriend interrupting the evening's activities, for example... that wasn't ideal." He took another bite of sandwich before standing up and reaching into the fridge to grab a beer. "And I could see how you might... hold something of a grudge that things didn't go the exact way you wanted them to." He gave her a meaningful look as he sat back down.
'Understatement of the century, asshole,' Charlotte thought.
"But here's the thing," J continued. "Whatever anger or betrayal you might be feeling right now, I think it's important that you put things into proper perspective. I think it's important that you know the consequences of any action you might decide to take," he said pointedly, taking a swig of his beer. Now he slid his cell phone across the counter to her. She looked down and noticed that a video had been pulled up - a video of HER. J hit play.
The following few minutes showed a hidden video with audio of Charlotte meeting with Ben and J to make arrangements for the night of the home invasion, discussing plans for her and her daughter's capture and sexual abuse.
'Oh god. The bastards recorded everything. Oh god.' That thought ran through Charlotte's head over and over again as time seemed to stop. She was screwed. These monsters had her by the balls - figuratively, anyway. Once the video ended, J pulled the cell phone away.
"Now it would be a shame if we were to have to share this video with the rest of your family. What would your daughter and son think of you? What would the authorities think if they saw this? Hmm? You would turn from innocent victim to... well, I think 'co-conspirator' would be a fair characterization, don't you? Things would get VERY messy for you in a hurry if this video ever got out. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Charlotte nodded sullenly, and suddenly her plans to escape or attack her captors evaporated like fog beneath piercing sunlight.
"So, as you can see, Charlotte, we have an insurance plan in case you ever decide to make any poor choices. Do I need to worry about you making any poor decisions, BITCH?" Suddenly J's tone had changed, turning darker and crueler.
"No Master," Charlotte insisted, shaking her head and hating herself. How had she let herself get into this awful situation??? In the midst of yearning to reconnect with her daughter, how had she let herself resort to such depravity? And now things were so much worse.
