Rogues Revenge

Lizzy POV.

I was nothing but a common whore now.

These animals had killed me inside. Shredded my heart to pieces when they took my husband Greg from me. Before coming back for me.

I knew I had to do this willingly or they would do far worst to me then what was about to happen. I just needed to find Greg than we could get away from here.

A hand shoved my hand once more toward the unconscious naked man bolted to the floor of my cell. My leg dragged heavily behind my body, still not use to the chain.

“Start now you whore, before I take you back to the fun room. The boss wants a good show so you better fuck him like your enjoying it.” Snarled a voice from beside me.

A shiver run across my body at the thought go spending another minute in what he called the fun room. My body ached from the punches that landed on my body. My skin felt tender from his callous hand grabbing at my flesh. The only thing I was thankful for was he told not to penetrate me. I still felt dirty from the way he touched me.

I slowly glided my hands along the legs of the man who was still not awake. They were thick and strong. My eyes took him in as I hovered about his limp manhood. His chiselled body was mouth-watering. Tanned flesh was slightly hidden beneath a light curtain of body hair, leading all the way down. Wide shoulder cut perfectly with shapely muscles were dusted with light freckles. A square jaw framed his handsome face. A scruffy beard gave way to soft full lips. His features now relaxed had been frightening earlier when I was used as bait to capture him. Thick dark brown hair with a slight wave, was left in a messy mass just below his ears.

My eyes drifted back to the muscle now inches from my face. I wasn’t even sure I could make him hard while he was knocked out. With a quick glance around, I noted we were the only two left in the cell. Slow I reached forward wrapping my fingers around his warm flesh. Even relaxed he seemed big. I gently began to massage his engorged balls with my other hand as I lick the head of his cock. Squeezing softly, I sucked the tip into my mouth, working my tongue over the slit. His balls pulled tight while I worked the hardening flesh further into my mouth feeling it twitch.

This bitter taste of precum lit my taste buds on fire. Groaning lightly to myself, I wasn’t expecting him to taste so good. I could feel myself becoming wet, my own hormones screaming at me to take him.

I eagerly sucked his now fully erect member deeper into my mouth until it was pressing at the back of my throat, my other hand moving from his sac to grip his upper thigh. My body heating, demanding to take the unknown man fully into my now slick folds.

I had become so aroused I had forgotten where I was until a voice jolt me out of my lust. “That’s right little whore, suck him harder.” The voice sounded familiar but I wasn’t sure from where.

My mouth still worked he enlarged cock in and out swallowing the tantalizing drops of fluid seeping from its head. My body excitedly worked as a new ache overtook the old one.

“Touch your dirty whole, slut.” Came the same familiar voice.

My body froze.

Releasing the unconscious man’s flesh from my mouth, an ice chill cooled my heated skin.

“G-Greg?” I almost sobbed. What was happening? Why was he watching this and not helping to get me out of here?

His laughter broke out of the speaker next to the little camera in the corner of the room. “Yes, my dear wife, I’m here, watching your whoring ways. Now get on with it. Fuck him already, like you use to fuck me.”

Tears ran down my cheeks as I stayed frozen. I don’t know what’s happening. Why would he be here just letting this happen? We have been married for over a year now. Why wasn’t he letting those monsters do this?

“I SAID TO FUCK HIM, LIZZY!” Greg’s voice boomed through the speaker.

Jumping at the sound, I bent forward once more to make the softening shaft hard again.

My tongue worked up from the base, as I choked back a sob. My mouth covered the knob just as the man started to stir beneath me. Taking him as far as I could inside my wet mouth, I sucked him hard making him moan, just wanting to get this over with. None of the desire returning.

His hips began to move with the feel of my mouth on him. Letting the tip pop out of my month with one last suck to remove the tiny release of seamen, I hesitantly worked my way over his hard stomach, digging my nails into his skin, so my legs rested either side of his pelvis.

My still damp crevice, slid over his rod making it jump, as I forced the head into my opening. Another sob escaped just as he thrust his throbbing tool inside me until it hit my cervix. My hips moved with his at a slow pace, his eyes snapping open with a confused look.

We both moved with each other. The feel of his large equipment filling me made me want to cry out in pleasure, even if knew my husband had something to do with what was now happening. More tears fell from my eyes as the man snarled from underneath me.

“What the fuck are you doing? Get the hell off me.” He all but growled at me never once stopping our movements. His head twisted to the side looking at his arms and legs bolted to the ground.

Moving my leg into a better position as I picked up the pace, made the chain attached to it move, drawing the man attention to it.

Greg’s sickening voice entered the room for a third time, the man’s eyes darted around quickly. “Ah Mitchel, your awake finally. Lizzy here has been doing all the work, why not help her out a little?” His laughter made want to hurt the evil prick anyway I could.

“Please,” I begged gaining his stare. “Just do what they say, the punishments are a lot worst.”

My body began a faster pace making him groan.

“You need to stop. I won’t do this.” Mitchel claimed through gritted teeth.

I swallowed a moan of pleasure before answering him. “I will do all the work; just pretend I am someone else.”

“This is to boring, bite him or slap him or something.” Came the voice again making me almost want to smile.

I clench around Mitchel’s shaft, causing him to thrust upwards harder. A surprise gasps emanated from me right before I lent forwards and bit into his hard peck. I was so close to climaxing as the taste of his warm salty flesh filled my mouth and my pulsing cavern. With a loud grunt, he pumped into me, his eyes closed the entire time.

My teeth release his skin before I slid his now softened length from within me. I heard the rattle of my chain, as I moved away from where Mitch was strapped down and curled into myself as far from the door as I could.

Mitchel laid still; eye shut tight. Dropping my head to my knees, I had no idea what I was supposed to do now. I had allowed myself to be taken be these monsters who had turned me into one of them, all for the hope of being able to save my husband. The same husband who it seems, has sold me as a whore. I snuck a quick look at the male, Mitchel. Even if it was forced, I still felt this need to have him back inside of me. I have never been turned on during sex before, it was more or less a chore for me to get done as part of a relationship. Yet, here I was, forced to fuck a guy against his will and carving to do it again.

I truly was a monster.