The Debt

[modela2]

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Charlotte was a lonely woman. Recently divorced, tired of men, when a woman of Chinese decent met her in a bar. Charlotte talked to her a bit before the woman became more aggressive. Miya, she'd introduced herself as, moved her hands from Charlotte's legs to her tits before eventually shoving their mouths together.

Charlotte was in love.

***

The ropes were tight, the gag secure, she could move her head a bit but that was about it as she struggled in the chair. It was fun watching the sexy, Chinese woman strain and try to threaten him through her tight gag. She was naked, and he'd fucked her senseless earlier. Cum dripped down her tits, belly, and face.

“Unemployed, in debt, and leeching off a hot little thing like Charlotte. You owe twenty G’s and believe me we collect one way or the other. This is going to be a little show of what can happen.” Marcus punched his victim in the jaw, then grabbed her hair to look her in her infuriated eyes. “She should be home any time now right?” He put the silenced end of his .380 automatic under Miya's chin. “Shouldn’t she?” She nodded.

Not much later the key was heard at the door and in walked Charlotte. She looked beautiful in a grey long-sleeved t-shirt and dark jeans, her curves perfectly accentuated and every bit the modern accountant. The long dark mane cascaded down over her shoulders until it stopped mid way down her back. As soon as she saw Miya bound and gagged and dripping in jizz in the center of the front room of their San Diego home she screamed and dropped her bag, running to the chair and trying to undo the binds. That’s when Marcus came out from the kitchen and put the gun to her temple.

“Back away, Charlotte. Stand in the center of the room.”

“Oh god, please don’t hurt us. What do you want? Money? What?” Charlotte backed up, her hands up, her dark eyes staring at the struggling Miya, still screaming muffled threats. Finally her frightened gaze looked at Marcus. “Please don’t do this....we’ll give you what we have and not say anything....”

“Your dyke here owes some money to some people and this is payback.” Marcus put the gun to Miya's crotch.

“No, please don’t hurt her!” Charlotte screamed, fighting back sobs.

“I won’t hurt her if you behave yourself. You see I want her to watch you pay her debt.”

“What.....do you......mean?”

“I mean strip off your shirt and pants,” Marcus said coldly. “Miya, think she’s wearing panties?” He gave the bound woman an elbow to the face.

“Stop! Please!” Charlotte’s hand trembled as she stood there staring at Miya and then at Marcus. “What do you mean she owes some money? To who, what about?”


“She can tell you that later. Come on baby, show me you love her by being a good girl.”

Marcus could feel his cock hardening inside his khaki pants as he tugged his black polo from his waist band, staring at Charlotte’s indecision. When he snapped back Miya's little finger to an agonized muted scream, she finally pulled her shirt up and off.

“The pinky isn’t that important to the hand anyway,” Marcus laughed.

Charlotte then fiddled slowly with her pants button but finally lowered them as she slipped off her shoes. Now nervously fidgeting and covering up, she stood shaking, looking down. Marcus ordered her to put her hands on her head and she reluctantly complied.

“Black lace bra and panties, Miya. I bet you eat her out all the time. Does she taste good?” Miya looked at Marcus with intense hatred, but Marcus just laughed. Charlotte was crying softly, staring at the floor, quietly pleading for Marcus to leave them alone. “On your knees Charlotte, hands remain on your head.” The young, beautiful woman lowered to her knees. “Arch your back a little sweetheart, let me see those tits.”

Marcus came up and let his fingers trace the mounds of soft flesh inside the lace cups, 36C he guessed, firm, natural. Charlotte was a gorgeous creature, tanned, toned, just scrumptious. “I could kill Miya, and walk on out, leave you be.... no problem. My people can help me disappear. Should I just do that and save you this trouble?” He pointed the gun at the bound woman while he squeezed her left breast.

“NnnooooooOoooooo,” Charlotte cried.

“Okay, then........you let go of your head....and pull down my pants, briefs too.”

As Charlotte cried, her tears streaking her cheeks with hints of mascara, she undid the buckle and snap, tugging his pants down revealing his hard cock. He stepped to the side and told Charlotte to do the same.

“I want sexy Miya to have a good view. You watch Miya, if I see you looking away, I’ll kill her.” Then Marcus looked down at Charlotte and put the barrel of the gun to her mouth, her thick lips trembling with terror. He smiled as he heard his tied up captive trying again to scream and threaten. “You want to suck my gun or my cock? Either of them can cum in your mouth, but one has a little more bang than the other.” He let the barrel slip past her lips but Charlotte turned her head away. “Or I can just end this......” he took a step toward Miya and Charlotte screamed again.

“Gun or cock, bitch? Say it.”

“C...c....cock,” Charlotte whispered.

“Louder!”


“Cock!”

“Tell your slut you wanna suck my cock to pay her debt.”

“I’m going to suck....his cock....to...” Charlotte broke down and sobbed, but then straightened up and finished the statement.... “pay your debt.” Miya shook her head no, screaming, but Marcus took a handful of hair and slid his cock into her captive’ girlfriend's warm mouth.

“Don’t even think about biting me or I will give you and Miya a lesson in pain you’ll never forget.” Marcus moaned and smiled at Miya as Charlotte moved her face back and forth along his shaft, her eyes pouring out tears, masses of black streaks permeating her face. “She’s a pretty good cocksucker, slut. ” To Miya's girlfriend- “ Charlotte dear, slip that bra off while you suck, don’t you let your mouth come off..”

Charlotte winced but did as she was ordered, never stopping her movements as she reached back and unhooked her bra, letting it slide forward and on to the floor. While Marcus watched her service him, he kept glancing at his captive, laughing, and slapping the bulbous tits of the Miya's poor girl.

“Moan over my cock, sweetheart, show her you like this.” Charlotte sobbed but kept on sucking. “Well I guess I can accept that as a moan.” He slapped her tits harder, getting wincing vibrations from her unwilling face. Part of Marcus wanted to grab her head and fuck her mouth, brutalizing her, but making Miya watch her girlfriend perform was far better torture for both of them. He could feel his cock stiffen to pre-cum stages and so he pulled her face off by her hair.

“Tell Miya you wanna lick my balls.” Charlotte just cried and again pleaded for him to leave them alone. He pressed the gun to her left nipple.

“I...want...to...lick his...balls.”

Marcus pulled her face to his sack and felt her lick slightly, but mostly sob into his flesh, his eyes stared at Miya. “See what your dyke has to do to save your deadbeat ass? Did we come to you, Miya? Or did you come to us?” He moved Charlotte’s face back and forth before pulling her to her feet with a tight grip of hair and the gun to her throat. “I think it’s time I fucked this whore. You see, this is a debt rape, rather than a date rape. Get it?”

Dragging her to the dining room table, Marcus pushed Charlotte face down and spread her legs, her toes barely on the floor. “Don’t you dare move.” He went to his bag and pulled out an elastic band with cuffs. He secured her wrists to each side of the table with the band traveling under, holding her in place.

“Please....please stop.......I will pay you......how much money is it?” Charlotte coughed from her crying, letting her forehead rest on the shiny wood of the table.

“Twenty thousand dollars, Baby,” Marcus said as he took out a knife, sliding it along her soft inner thighs. “Hold still my little slut.” He sliced her yellow lace panties open and then off.

“Twenty thousand? I don’t understand. We don’t have near that much,” she cried, her body struggling against the table.

Marcus walked over to Miya and gave her another punch in the face and then put toothpicks in her eyes to keep her from shutting them. “You will watch me fuck your bitch and know that unless we get paid, it will be worse next time.” He then moved up behind Charlotte and spanked her ass hard, THWACK!!!!!

“She gambled five thousand and lost and now it has risen to twenty. This is the kind of a bitch you have, Charlotte.” Marcus spanked her ass again, harder...THWACK!!!! He then slid a hand between her legs and stroked her shaven slit. “It’s a little damp, not really wet.....but.....I think I can get my cock inside.”

“Don’t! Please! I can pay you in installments.”

Marcus grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. “This IS an installment. The next time I’ll take you down to the city and let one of the gangs have you two for a night. Plenty of them owe us a favor.”

As Charlotte screamed, Marcus pushed his cock into her slit, it was tight, fighting, but he rammed it in. Soon he was thrusting himself into her unwilling breach, raping her for Miya to watch. With every stab of his sword, his victim grunted a screaming cry, while Miya had fallen silent, watching helplessly, desolate, as her girlfriend was used and abused.

“My offer to just kill Miya and walk away still stands,” Marcus yelled as he grinded his cock into her hole. “Well?”

“Just get this over-with. I will try and get you the money.” Charlotte was sniffling, trying to get herself together. Marcus knew she must be a strong woman and therefore needed to broken further.

“You ever shove a strap-on up her ass, Miya?"

“Noooo Pleeeeease,” Charlotte screamed.

“You’re a deadbeat’s whore, Charlotte.” Marcus told her, ramming his cock into her slit harder, deeper. “Say it, or you’ll get it in the ass.”

“I’m a deadbeat’s....whore....”




Marcus fucked her mercilessly, ripping into her savaged pussy, spanking her ass with hard hands, THWACK THWACK THWACK, and then twisted her hair tight and turned her face to Miya. “Tell her to her face!”

As Charlotte began to speak, Marcus pulled out and pushed into her tight ass, making her squeal out a high pitched scream. “Tell her now or it will get worse!” He repeatedly shoved his cock into her most private hole.

“I’m a...deadbeat’s......WHORRRRRRE.”

Marcus pulled out of her ass and moved up along the side of the table, pulling her face over, her arms stretching with the elastic. He shot his cum all over her mouth and face and shoved her head viciously to the wood.

“Women who pick dumb sluts, pay a price,” Marcus said. “Unemployed and gambling your money and you allow it. Who is the loser, Miya or you, Charlotte?”

Marcus dressed quickly and packed his bag. He’d already raided the womens' jewelry chests and he’d taken some other valuables in an effort to recoup some of the loss. There was no sense in taking it further, they didn’t have the means to pay.

“I’m leaving you two now.” Marcus let Charlotte feel the silencer of his gun inside her slit. “Should I shoot her Miya? I mean, she's just taken cock. Would you want her back?” Miya screamed through her gag, the chair leaving the floor and falling to the side.

Charlotte cried and begged for her life. “Please don’t kill me. I’ll try and get your money and I’ll say nothing. Pleeeeease.”

“She caused this, not me.” Marcus slid the silencer from her pussy and kissed the small of her back. “You’re a sexy woman, Charlotte. You just remember that it’s her that caused this turn of fate for you.” Marcus untied Miya and slung her over his shoulder as he carried her to the bedroom. “I’m sure someone will be by soon enough.”

**

He ate out Miya's pussy as she finally broke down and cried. "Please don't hurt me," she sobbed, tied spread-eagle, "I'll get the money. Just please don't kill me."

"Me, me, me," he Marcus laughed as he tongued her clit. "You just found this slut because you thought I'd sympathize. Or were you planning to sell her off?"

Miya started to respond, but Marcus's tongue found its spot and she spent herself high and low. She lay panting as he thrust his cock inside her and took her one last time, before cumming on her tits.

"Please..." she moaned before he gagged and bound her. Her wrapped Miya in a carpet and carried her to his car.

***


Marcus made a call to the city as he drove down the freeway.

“Yeah?” It was Cedric.

“I’m done with them, Cedric. You and your guys can go to the house. They don’t have much money so we'll sell them off. You and the boys can have fun with the one for a night, but not too rough, no broken bones. I want them to bring enough to recoup most of our loss.”

“You got it, man!”

"If they somehow escape, believe me you and your gangbangers will be die slowly. Am I quite clear?”

“Chill, man.”

“No cumming inside Charlotte, you cum ON her, not in her.”

“Yeah, yeah. What about the slant?"

“I've taken her myself, she's got some 'friends' in the Triads who want to use her in a snuff movie. Nobody will be seeing her again."

"Damn, I would've loved a shot at that Asian pussy."

"I promise, there's more than enough Asian pussy for you here."

“I know, man. Good luck.”

“Call me in a day or two.” Marcus clicked the phone shut, then opened it back up....

“Hi honey.....yeah...long day......I’'' be home tomorrow. How you and the kids take off and we’ll go out for breakfast?”

[Shocker]

I really liked your story, especially that you provide a compelling reason for Charlotte to submit to the oral rape, it’s a pet peeve of mine. Further I think the storytelling is strong enough that it doesn’t require any pictures.

[Claire]

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[modela2]

I really liked your story, especially that you provide a compelling reason for Charlotte to submit to the oral rape, it’s a pet peeve of mine. Further I think the storytelling is strong enough that it doesn’t require any pictures.

Thanks!

I'm terrible at visualizing things in my head, so I usually base my characters off of models and like to link them in. I've edited it so they're in an imgur link and aren't just two massive images at the end (and don't ruin others' visualizations)

Please read the rules for posting stories. The Quick Guide for Posting Stories should tell you all need to know. Currently your story violates at least rules 2.b.iii and 2.b.vi.

Fixed, thanks.

[LaLia]

@modela2

I've expanded the tags for you...

eng / ger, finish / unfinish, con / noncon, and length... these four tags must always be assigned.

[KittyUmbrass]

Pretty good story! I liked that there was some proper attention to the emotional level, with the cruelty around Mia's gambling debts and harlotte having to take the punishment. I always want a story to have some proper stakes like that!

And for reasons, the lesbian couple being the victims resonated with the kinds of scenario I might envisage...

[Lucius]

Well done, even of the exact measurements detract.

"Me, me, me," he Marcus laughed as he tongued her clit. "You just found this slut because you thought I'd sympathize. Or were you planning to sell her off?"

That's an interesting idea.

“Hi honey.....yeah...long day......I’'' be home tomorrow. How you and the kids take off and we’ll go out for breakfast?”

It'a pity to have a few typos distracting the reader at the very end of the story.