The Bet (revisited)

[cliteatingman]

It has been like this every day since you lost the bet. You are lying naked on an extremely comfortable King bed in a luxury hotel. There is 135 inch flat screen TV in front of you. You have more cable channels than can be watched in a lifetime plus access to every streaming content provider. You have an unlimited water supply. The chain around your left ankle is just long enough to allow you to get to the bathroom but not long enough to allow you to get to your clothes or any food. Every day around 5 pm, the hunger pangs become unbearable. You are feeling them right now. Like clockwork, I return to the room. Silently, I walk over to the bed, unzip my fly and pull out my cock, offering you the only source of nourishment I have permitted you, ever since the awful truth became apparent that I was right that your ex would not cover your debt. I paid it but you lost your freedom. My cock gets hard in anticipation of you taking your evening meal...

 

[cliteatingman]

Bump...

 

[Randio]

The camera was set at a vantage point, covering the large bed and a bit of space around it. Video feed was provided as an insurance and a reminder: she's mine until you pay your debt. I knew that it wouldn't take that long, but every minute must have been long for her.

The luxurious room was contrasted by her nakedness. Her blonde hair disheveled, falling over her shoulders and down to her perky b cups. she was sitting in a pose like the famous Little Mermaid, exacerbating her narrow waist and shapely hips. A chain was prominently attached to her left leg, cold steel that didn't belong there, as if she was as animal. It was obvious that she had been crying, even tried to fight her way out the first day. By the second, hunger and tiredness settled in with the realisation that he would be her master until the debt was to be paid. And it would take a few days.

I was at home, 5pm on the third day. I was told that it's "prime time" and shouldn't miss it. He stepped in the room, simply got his cock out and stood at the end of the bed. My wife crawled to him on all fours, then started sucking his cock in earnest. Not a single word was uttered, just the noise of an eager blowjob and my wife's sobs. Even at that horrible predicament, I must admit that she looked so hot, like a wanton slur putting on a show.

 

[cliteatingman]

I grab your wife's hair and pull it tight fircingnher face hard against my pubic bone. Her lips and nose are pressed tightly against it. If she tries to pull her face away, she will tug hard on the roots of her hair and feel much pain. She gags and more tears role down her cheeks as I force my cock deep into her throat. I moan with pleasure as I continue to fuck her throat hard. I look straight at the camera. "Hey Cuck, have you ever fucked her throat? It is mighty nice but I doubt you're man enough to get in!" I fuck her throat hard, let out a huge moan of pleasure and shoot my load. I pick her head up by her hair, look her in the eye and say "Let me know when you're hungr again Cumslut! There is more where that came from. Your cuck husband promised to love and cherish you and he broke his wedding vow by turning you over to me. Unlike him, I am totally honest with you. I said I would treat you like a cumslut whore and I am keeping my promise!" I wave at the camera and leave the room...

 

[Randio]

Seeing her thrashed like that was shocking in a number of ways. First, her being brutalised like that was a powerful thing to witness, mesmerising and disgusting at the same time. Even more shocking was that I found myself with a strong erection, my cock pressing hard against my pants.

Without thinking much about it, I found myself freeing my cock, then jacking off as I saw my wife violently throat fucked by someone else, chained in a room, with no mercy. Her cries were muffled by choking and slurping noises. She tried to push away but he was strong and she was weak. Her whole body convulsed and shook as she got held against his pelvis.

I saw his body tensing up, as he evidently unloaded his cum down her throat. She was then lifted by the hair, was told something in a threatening manner, then thrown back, as he walked away.

She was sobbing and retching, her face all red, her blonde hair a mess. Her gaze focused at the camera, as if she hadn't noticed it before. She whimpered something that sounded like "help me" between crying, but the feed was cut there, a messaging popping to let me know that the channel stopped streaming.

I was left with my cock still hard in my hand, processing what I saw, when a message came to my phone:
"You got to pay if you want her back. Not in a hurry, I'm starting to enjoy using that slut. The bigger the delay, the bigger the pleasure. At least for me, right?".

It was from an unknown number, but I knew who it was from.

The next day arrived with no more communications, but I was on the edge all day. At noon, a short video arrived of my wife sleeping on the bed, the chain visible. "Just checking on her, thinking of what to give her this evening. Might want to tune in, same time". To my surprise and shame, the first thing I felt was a sudden arousal and excitement, instead of worry and rage. I went to the office's bathroom then shortly after came while thinking of my wife used like a fuck doll. It did little to calm me down and I left early for home, getting ready for the evening show.