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Cash, Ass, or....well...ass. (The Abusive Dominator & Sinshyne)

The tall man spoke. "Is this girl an idiot? Open your damn mouth!" He slapped her.

((I'm so sorry Sinshyne. This is the only thing I can post. There is not much I can do unless I kinda control Holly first. I need your response first before I can make a substantial post.))
 
Holly reeled under the slap, a sharp shocked yelp echoing the crack of his hand on her cheek.

"No!" Michael couldn't stop himself from yelling, rage shaking his voice. "Don't you fucking hit her!"

With a pitiful whimper, Holly made herself do it. Cringing at the thought of that cock in her mouth. Pretty pink painted lips opening, inviting.
 
The tall man smiled at Holly and spoke. "There we go." He grabbed a chunk of Holly's hair with his right hand and entered her open mouth with his cock.

He slowly really penetrated her mouth, at the far edge, until he hit her throat with his tip. (Did she gag?) Then he pulled back a little, his bottom part feeling her moist tongue. He had her close her mouth just a little so he'd feel some sensation as he fucked her mouth. Soon he was violently controlling Holly's head, going DEEP into her throat. He then completely pulled out, looking at Michael.

"Oh you don't like me hitting her? Like this?" He slapped her again, first on her left cheek, then backhanded slapping her right cheek. He then resumed the violent blowjob, making sure the thrusts were deep to keep her from breathing properly.
 
It was desecration. The joy and pleasure she used to get sucking on Michael's cock shredded by this brutal assault. Her naked body violently convulsing as she gagged, coughed, choking on the fat cock driving deep into her mouth. Tears ran down her cheeks, streaking more mascara. Her hands flying to those powerful thighs, pushing on them, trying in vain to escape the cock plunging in and out of her stretches lips. Faint pink lipstick smears on his gleaming wet flesh. The soft wet heat of her mouth enveloping his hard length.

She was not used to this treatment. Michael had never pressed her, always allowed her to go at her own pace. This wasn't a blowjob, this was mouth rape. Which quickly became throat rape. She bucked again when he slid down into her throat, a faint bulge marking his progress down her neck. Her tight throat muscles spasming and fluttering around him in shock as her hands fisted, beating on his impervious thighs. She couldn't breathe at all now, her face turning bright red, the flush creeping down her neck, lingering at the tops of her breasts. Blood roaring in her ears.

Then he ripped his cock out of her mouth, thick strings of saliva quivering in the air, stretching from her reddened lips to his wetly gleaming cock.

*CRACK*
*CRACK*

She squealed in pain, her head jerking to one side, then the other. Black hair swirling, sticking to her wet, darkened cheeks. Swaying on her knees, she would have fallen if it were not for his cruel fingers twisted in her hair.

"You fucking bastard!" Michael swore, but he didn't move from his chair. Tears stood in his own eyes as he watched his gentle wife being beaten, growling in futile rage. Visions of leaping from the chair and defending her swirled in his mind, but the few years he had spent in prison had given him a healthy respect for men who held power - even if only by brute strength and numbers.

And these men held that power. He was as helpless as his wife was.

Cock filled her throat again, but Holly struggled to keep control. Make them cum, she decided. If they came, they would leave her alone. So she tried to suck on the cock plunging in and out of her gagging, seizing throat. Soft wetness pulling and tugging on his throbbing meat as she spread her legs, bracing herself. Unknowingly giving every man in the room a glimpse of the pink fuckmeat between her legs glistening wetly.
 
The tall man had to hold back. There were four of them, all craving for a satisfying ending. But why end so soon? Either way, Bronson was the guy who set it all up, so it was him to have fun first. The three knew and recognized that.

The tall guy moved away, speaking. "Get it over with, Brons. Tie her up."

With Bronson's strong hands and arms, he grabbed Holly and pinned her on the bed. He grabbed the rope and with very little care and with roughness and violence, he tied her up as if she was a piece of meat. The whole process got him very excited, cock throbbing and maximizing in size and density.

Redirect Notice (That's how she ended up tied)

And yet again, with his strength, and with rough handling, he grabbed her... He took her close to Michael forcing her to face her dear husband. With a sick grin, Bronson spoke to the couple.

"Come on Holly, anything you wanna tell Michael? Huh?"

Come on... Just say it... Bronson just wanted to hear those emotionally tormented voices from the couple. And fucking CRY! Show him despair!
 
Holly sucked in a deep breath of air when the cock buried in her mouth pulled away. She glanced over at Michael, her soul shriveling at the sight of him impotently sitting in the chair, shaking with rage. She understood why he could not help her, but that didn’t stop the resentment flaring up. This had been HIS decision too! Why was SHE the one suffering for it? It wasn’t fair.

But before she could muster up too much anger hard hands were on her again, all but throwing her to the bed. She bounce doff the mattress, grunting. When she felt that rope on her wrists terror shot new life into her and she came alive under him, thrashing and struggling.

“No, please! No, I will do what you tell me, please don’t tie me up! Noooo!”

Her squealing protests were to no avail. In a breathlessly short time she was trussed up on her knees, her ass thrust humiliatingly high into the air. It was as if no part of her mattered except ass and cunt. She cried, her hot cheek pressed against the cool bedding.

Hands twisted in her hair, dragging her off the bed. With her hands tied behind her it was hard to keep her balance and she tottered and swayed as he dragged her away from the bed. Male laughter swelling in the room, but she had an acute sense of the violence underlying it, edging higher. It was terrifying. They had been so rough, so cruel with her already.

She was pushed down to her knees and she looked up, meeting the anguish in Michael’s eyes. And it absolutely broke her heart. Her earlier resentment fleeing as she sobbed out a broken little, “I love you.”

Men hooted in amusement. A hand cracked against her ass, and someone snorted, “And I love your cunt, bitch.”

Michael closed his eyes, and when he opened them tears stood there, starting to fall down his cheeks. “I love you too, baby. I am so sorry.”


Instinctively, she realized they would never recover from this. That no matter the outcome of today, they would bear the scars for the rest of their lives. She sobbed, sniffling as she strained forward, laying her forehead on Michael’s knee. When he touched the back of her head with exquisite tenderness, his hand was shaking.
 
Torture. That one word means so many things. But it's not always physical.

Of course Bronson was no criminal, but he absolutely had a gigantic craving towards certain women. It was beauty and skin, owning the former and licking the latter. As the four brutal men see the pulsing emotional pain the couple showed, their heart raced with pure ecstasy, a great rush. Bronson bear-hugged Holly from behind and pulled her away from her husband. He took her to the soft bed again. He faced her towards him, her body laying on the mattress, legs open, his hips straddling her. He started licking and sucking her tits again. The other men complained.

"Fuck man, this again? You're taking too much time," said the black man. Bronson agreed with him and decided to just get it all over with. Without a sense of disgust, Bronson kissed the lady on her lips, never sticking in tongue but really pressing his face hard on hers, strength bearing down making her feel the weight of it all. He then pulled away and unzipped his large pants. Then he pulled down his grey jockey. It revealed a massive cock. He was just excited beyond belief. This was just violation and domination at its purest, a man exerting his will against a terrified woman. She was all tied down, her hands behind her, her torso looking more appetizing because of the ropes. Her legs spread, he grabbed his cock and positioned it, first touching her pussy and then when it was aimed well, thrusting it. First thrust. It was rough, his cock going ALL THE WAY IN, far inside hitting whatever was there. All the while he was observing her with his eyes and ears, waiting for signs of agony. Michael, you have to hear your wife's melodic song of torment...

He just started fucking her, exaggerating the thrusts, hitting deep and getting faster and faster...
 
Holly knew now there was no pity to be found in these men. Her heart shriveled in despair when hard male hands yanked her away from Michael, from the helpless devastation in his wet eyes that tore at her soul. No, they would never recover from this.

She was pushed down and fell with a soft mewling cry. Her back hitting the bed at the same time Bronson’s heavy weight tumbled onto her. Squashing her into the soft bedding as he began licking and slobbering on her again. She heard a male voice complain, but couldn’t focus on the words. Instinctively her arms and wrists flexed, trying to wiggle out of the restraints. Her shoulders aching as she struggled underneath him.

Bronson kissed her, and tears stung her eyes as she tasted his contempt and lust. She couldn’t help but look when he reared back over her, his hands going to the waistband of his pants. A horrified though flicking through her mind – dear god his hands were huge.

His cock was too. She cringed at the sight of it, but she was deeply ashamed at the tiny spark of glee at the sight of that fat cock. She was secretly a size queen. Michael was big. These men were huge And Bronson…Bronson was huge and beautiful. Well, his cock was anyway. She would die before she admitted it. But the thought was there, mixed in with all the horror and fear and pain as he so casually spread her legs wide with his thick strong hands.

She closed her eyes, feeling terribly exposed. Bright pink fuckmeat glittering welcomingly at him. She couldn’t help the tiny shiver when the bulging tip of his cock pressed against her achingly soft flesh. But the scream that echoed that first brutally cruel thrust held no pleasure in it. It was the scream of a raped animal, her eyes flying wide, pupils dilated in wild panicked pain. Bronson was so much bigger than Michael. He touched places inside her that had never been touched before. Places that ached and throbbed with pain.

His hips drew back and she drew in a ragged, quivering breath.

His hips slammed home again, drawing another wild shriek of pain and humiliation from her lips.

Michael sobbed tears of bitter humiliation and shame. The surrounding men hooted at the sounds of rape.
 
The first thrust happened, Bronson saw the girl's eyes. It was filled with horror and agony, something he loved.

As he brutally kept on fucking her, one other thing he loved about it was how her boobs bounced at every thrust. It was a magnificent view of her bare-naked torso, a healthy physique neither tempered with muscle-building workouts nor unhealthy levels of calorie restriction. Instead, it was 'just right', soft and delicious, neither fat or skinny. There was a reason he lusted after this girl.

He could feel the wetness in his cock, her pussy walls rubbing against his, on and on, sometimes slowing down, sometimes increasing the speed. But... Should he cum, it'll be over. What was the fun in that? He stopped, still erect and still his dick inside. He just kind of sat up a little bit, then gave a hard slap on her. He spoke. "You want your husband to watch right? Let's make him watch. You're beautiful, Holly."

Before continuing the fucking, he motioned to his friends to grab Michael. They grabbed Michael and put him on the bed, in full side view of his wife and Bronson being on top of her. Bronson looked at Michael. "This is your wife, Michael. A pretty girl. See this? I won't require either of you to pay rent for a good two months. You should thank her for this, Michael."

He continued to fuck her, still hitting deep into her cervix, enjoying the sensation of her pained voice and the sensation of her wet cunt walls as he continued brutally violating her... Almost reaching climax himself.
 
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