Samantha’s eyes fluttered open, the world coming into focus with the leisure of a lazy Sunday morning. The warmth surrounding her was like a cocoon, something fuzzy and cozy that she didn’t recognize immediately. Her mind felt groggy, as if it were fighting its way through a fog of confusion. It took a moment for the memories to come crashing down like a wave of ice-cold reality. Her body felt sore in places she didn’t expect, and the strong smell of lavander, the scent of Rea’s favorite soap was present, a grim reminder of the twisted events that had unfolded at The Temple.
The room she found herself in was a stark contrast to the sterile gym locker she had blacked out in. The walls were dark, maybe black, which were adorned with velvet curtains and posters of someone’s favorite emo bands. The floor was lined with plush, black shag carpet that seemed to absorb the darkness around her, and the bed she lay on was covered in a patchwork of black and red sheets. The only source of light was a string of fairy lights that snaked around the canopy, casting a soft glow over the room and highlighting the cute, emo-styled stuffed animals that lined the shelves.
Her body felt heavy, as if she had been drugged, and her mind raced to piece together the events that had brought her here. The last thing she remembered was the crushing pain of Rea’s cock in her ass, the feel of Jake’s hand around her throat, and the sound of their dark laughter echoing in her ears. She tried to sit up, but her muscles protested, and she fell back with a gasp.
Her eyes darted to the side, and that’s when she saw it—a rope with an adjustable leather and steel cuff, tied neatly to the bedpost. She followed the line with her gaze, her heart racing as she realized that each of the other three posts had a similar setup, the ropes trailing along the bed like the arms of a spider waiting to ensnare its prey. The sight was terrifying as she remembered what happened to her.
The bed beneath her was massive, a four-poster monstrosity that looked like it had been plucked from the pages of a gothic novel. The mattress was soft, almost too soft, like it might swallow her whole. She reached out tentatively to touch the rope, her hand trembling. It was cold and unforgiving, a stark contrast to the warmth of the blanket that enveloped her.
Her eyes looked down at the blanket wrapped around her, the fabric a curious blend of red and black faux fur on one side and rich red and black checkered velvet on the other. The material was thick and lush, the fur side soft and comforting against her skin, the velvet cool and smooth. The sides were a bizarre contrast, but somehow it suited the room’s morbid decor. The fur side was fluffy and warm, the velvet side sleek and cold. The weight of the blanket was surprisingly comforting, and she wrapped it around her tighter.
Samantha slipped under the comforting blanket before the sound of voices and footsteps snapped her back into her fear. She recognized the muffled tones as Rea’s, and the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. She was in Rea’s room, and she had no idea how she had gotten there. The panic set in as she recalled the twisted games they had played with her in the shower, her body still aching from their brutal assault. She held her breath, hoping they wouldn’t notice she was awake.
The door to the room creaked open, and Rea’s silhouette filled the doorway, the light from the hallway casting a glow around her muscular frame. She looked over at Samantha, a smirk playing on her lips as she saw her eyes flutter open. “Look who’s up,” she said, her voice a low purr that sent a shiver down Samantha’s spine.
“Please,” Samantha croaked, her voice barely audible. “Don’t do this again. I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t… please.” Her eyes filled with tears, her voice trembling with fear. She didn’t know what she was apologizing for, but she felt a deep need to appease the monsters that had invaded her life.
Rea’s smirk grew wider, the shadows playing across her face making her look more sinister than ever. “Whatever we want, huh?” she said, her voice a low, taunting purr. “And what do you think we want, Sammy?”
“I, I don’t- please. Please don’t,” Samantha stuttered, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her eyes searched Rea’s face, looking for any sign of mercy. But all she found was a cold, calculating gaze that sent a shiver down her spine.
Rea’s smirk grew even wider at Samantha’s pleas, and she took a step closer to the bed. She sat down on the edge, the mattress shifting under her weight. Then, with a sudden and surprising gentleness, she reached out and pulled Samantha into a sitting position, nestling her into the curve of her body. Samantha felt Rea’s strong arms wrap around her, and she stiffened, unsure of what to do.
Rea’s hand began to move in soft, soothing circles on Samantha’s back, the touch almost comforting if not for the context. “Shh,” she whispered, “it’s okay. We’re not going to hurt you. Not right now, anyway.”
Samantha’s body was a battleground of emotions—fear, anger, confusion, and a strange, twisted sense of safety in Rea’s arms. She leaned into the embrace, feeling the warmth of Rea’s body against her own, the contrast between the softness of her breasts and the hardness of her muscular frame. The scent of Rea’s cologne filled her nostrils, a mix of sandalwood and something faintly metallic. It was the same scent that had filled the locker room earlier.
Rea’s fingers began to thread through Samantha’s hair, the touch so gentle it was almost hypnotic. She stroked and caressed, her nails lightly scraping against Samantha’s scalp. The sensation was soothing, a stark contrast to the pain and violation she had endured before blacking out. It was as if Rea had flipped a switch, transforming from a predator to a caretaker. Samantha’s breath hitched in her throat, the tears streaming down her face as she struggled to make sense of the situation.
With a trembling voice, she choked out the question that had been burning in her soul. “Why?” she sobbed, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Why did you do this to me, why did you….why did you rape me. Why did you AND jake rape me?”
Rea’s embrace tightened, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and what looked like genuine concern. “Sammy,” she said softly, her voice a soothing balm on Samantha’s raw nerves. “It wasn’t like that. I…i saw you with those bitches that made my life hell all of these years..you- you were laughing, talking shit about me to them. I- I couln’t, I got so angry. So, so mad.” She stroked Samantha’s hair, her touch gentle yet firm.
“I’m sorry, Sammy,” Rea whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. “I know it was wrong, but I just couldn’t take it anymore. You were all I had, and you turned on me. It hurt so much.”
Samantha’s eyes filled with tears as she pushed against Rea’s chest, the pain and confusion in her voice raw. “But why? Why did you do it again. Why did you rape me again with Jake? What did I do to deserve this?”
“The first time i was so angry. The second time just because it felt so good to put you in our place. You always act like i’m between you and Jake. Like you want me gone. I wanted to show you how it felt to be used,” Rea spoke, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and regret. “But that’s not what I want, not really. I just…I just need to feel like I matter to you, like you see me.”
Rea’s words hit Samantha like a punch to the gut, leaving her gasping for air. She hadn’t realized the depth of Rea’s pain, the torment she had been carrying all this time. Her heart ached for her, and she felt the walls of anger she had built up crumbling away. Slowly, she relaxed into Rea’s embrace, allowing the warmth of her body to seep into her own cold, shivering form.
“You hurt me Rea. You both did. And not just the rape. I know you’ve been fucking jake behind my back. I let it happen because i didn’t want to lose either of you.” Samantha’s voice was a mix of pain and accusation. She could feel the anger bubbling up again, but it was different now. It was no longer a fiery rage but a sad, simmering disappointment.
Rea’s grip on her tightened, and she felt a tremor run through the larger woman’s body. “We didn’t mean to hurt you, Sam. It just got out of hand,” she said, her voice low and sincere. “I know i’m a monster sammy. Inside….,” Rae looks down at her crotch ssdly, “…….and outside.”
Samantha felt a tear slip down her cheek, the weight of Rea’s words pressing down on her like a leaden blanket. She knew that Rea wasn’t entirely to blame. Jake had been a willing participant in the assault, his own insecurities and anger fueling his actions. But it was Rea’s betrayal that stung the most.
“I just don’t understand why,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their breathing. “Why did you do this to me?”
Rea sighed, her chest rising and falling heavily against Samantha. “It’s complicated, Sam. You know I’ve always felt like I don’t belong, like I’m not enough. And when you got with jake, it just…it hurt. My only friend was being taken away. Then you talking to those bitches. I wanted to show you what it felt like to be powerless, to be hurt,” she said, her voice cracking with emotion. “But I never wanted to hurt you like this. I just wanted you to see me, to know me, to accept me like Jake does.”
Samantha’s eyes searched Rea’s, trying to find a trace of the person she once knew. Her voice was small and trembled with pain, “Why didn’t you just tell me?”
“I’ve told someone before. You know the rumors, the stories, Rea the freak, Rea the man, Rea the tranny. It never ends,” Rea said, her voice a whisper of regret. “But with you, it was different. I finally let myself think i had a friend besides jake.”
Samantha’s chest tightened, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she tried to process the words. “But that doesn’t justify this, Rea,” she murmured, her eyes still closed, the pain in her body a constant reminder of what they had done. “You didn’t have to do this.”
Rea pushed her to the bed roughly, “I TOLD YOU I’M A MONSTER INSIDE.” she gripped samantha’s wrist to the bed roughly. Rea saw the feqr in her eyes before she let up and moved to the end of the bed. “I already told you sammy. This is who I am. You can either accept it or leave,” she said, her voice still holding a hint of the malice from before.
But then something unexpected happened. Samantha slowly reached out a shaky hand, her eyes searching Rea’s, looking for some semblance of the friend she had known. With a tremble in her voice, she whispered, “Maybe… Maybe I can still be your friend.”
Rea’s expression softened, the rage draining out of her like a punctured balloon. She turned to face Samantha, the tension in her shoulders easing. “What do you mean?”
Samantha took a deep, trembling breath before speaking. “I… I don’t know if I can forgive you, Rea. Not right now. But I don’t want to lose you. I might not show it, but I care about you too much. You and jake.”
Rea’s eyes widened, hope sparking within them like embers catching flame. She didn’t dare move, afraid that any sudden motion might scare Samantha away again. “You mean it?” she whispered, her voice cracking.
Samantha nodded, her eyes brimming with tears she refused to shed. Then, with a soft sigh, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Rea’s waist. Rea’s breath hitched, the sudden warmth and pressure of Samantha’s embrace feeling both alien and like the most natural thing in the world. For a moment, she just sat there, frozen, unsure of what to do next.
As Samantha’s cheek pressed against her, Rea felt the softness of her skin, the warmth of her breath, and she realized that this was what she had been craving all along. She reached up, her hand tentative as it cupped Samantha’s cheek. Her thumb traced the line of Samantha’s jaw, feeling the rapid pulse of her heartbeat beneath the fragile skin. And then, she leaned in, her own face a mask of raw emotion, to kiss Samantha’s cheek.
Samantha it seemed, had the same idea. With a sudden jerk, she turned her face and their lips met instead. The kiss was tentative at first, a gentle brushing of skin against skin, the barest whisper of a touch. But as the seconds ticked by, it grew in intensity, a silent declaration of their tumultuous feelings.
Rea felt a surge of emotion, a mix of relief and love that washed over her like a tidal wave. Her hand slid around the back of Samantha’s neck, pulling her closer as she deepened the kiss. Samantha’s arms tightened around her, her body responding despite the fear she felt just being around Rea.
They moved backward together, the bed a sea of tangled sheets and forgotten pillows. Samantha’s legs curled around Rea’s waist, and she could feel the heat of her friend’s body against her own. The kiss grew more urgent, more demanding, their tongues dancing together in a silent apology and promise of more to come.
Rea’s hand slid down to cup Samantha’s ass, feeling the firm flesh in her palm. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through her body, making her cock throb with need. Samantha’s legs tightened around her, and she could feel her pussy rubbing against the bulge in Rea’s pants.
They broke the kiss, panting and staring into each other’s eyes. The silence was thick, pregnant with unspoken words and desires. Rea’s heart raced, and she could see the fear and confusion mirrored in Samantha’s gaze. But there was something else there too, something that made her heart skip a beat—desire.
With trembling hands, Rea reached for the button of her own pants, her eyes never leaving Samantha’s. She watched as Samantha’s eyes widened slightly, then darted down to the bulge that had formed there. The air was charged with a tension that was palpable, a dance of lust and fear that had them both teetering on the edge.
But as Rea moved to free herself from the confines of her pants, Samantha’s hand shot out like a snake, grabbing her wrist firmly. “No,” she murmured, her voice hoarse from the screams and tears of earlier. “This isn’t right.”
The suddenness of the move caught Rea off guard, and she froze, her eyes searching Samantha’s face for any clue as to what was happening. Samantha’s gaze was intense, a mix of anger, fear, and a flicker of something else—something that sent a shiver down Rea’s spine.
“What are you doing?” Rea’s voice was laced with confusion as she felt the rough leather and cool metal of the handcuffs encircle her wrists. Samantha’s answer was a silent one, her eyes never leaving Rea’s as she secured her to the bed frame, one cuff at a time. The mattress shifted as Rea tugged against the restraints.
With a swift, surprising motion, Samantha picked up a riding crop that lay on the bedside table. The sound of it cutting through the air was like a whip crack, and the sharp sting of leather against her skin was a jolting reality check. Rea gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pain. Her skin stung where the crop had landed, a stark red line already rising to the surface.
“What the fuck, Sam?” Rea’s voice was a mix of anger and confusion. But Samantha didn’t answer. Instead, she raised the crop again and brought it down with a vicious thwack across Rea’s toned abs, leaving another line of fire. Rea’s body tensed, her breath hitching as she stared at Samantha in disbelief.
Samantha’s eyes were cold, a stark contrast to the heat of the room. “You liked it when I was your fuck toy, didn’t you?” she whispered, her voice a low growl. “You liked it when I was at your mercy, when you could do whatever you wanted to me.”
Rea felt the sting of the crop again, this time on her thigh. She winced, trying to pull away, but the cuffs held firm. “Sam, stop,” she pleaded, but the words fell on deaf ears.
“You liked it when I was weak, didn’t you?” Samantha’s voice was a whipcrack, the crop coming down again and again. Each hit was punctuated by a vicious word, each one sinking into Rea’s flesh and soul like a knife. “But now you’re the one who’s tied up. Now you’re the one who can’t escape.”
Rea’s thoughts were a mix of pain and confusion, her eyes watering as the crop struck her again and again. “Sam, please,” she begged, the desperation in her voice genuine. “You’re right, I did things that were wrong. But we can fix this.”
Samantha didn’t relent, her arm moving in a blur as the crop landed on Rea’s skin with a sharp crack. “Fix this?” she spat out, her eyes flashing with anger. “How do you fix something like this?”
The crop struck again, this time across Rea’s stomach, leaving a red welt that stood out against her tan skin. “You think you can just apologize and make it all go away?” Another hit, this time to her breasts, the pain making Rea arch her back and bite her lip to keep from screaming.
“I didn’t mean it,” she panted, tears streaming down her face. “I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. I just… I don’t know what came over me.”
The crop landed again, the sting of leather on skin echoing in the room. “You didn’t mean it?” Samantha’s voice was laced with disgust. “You didn’t mean to rape me? To use me like some kind of toy?”
Samantha freed Rea’s ankels from the restraints before pulling down Rae’s pants, exposing her muscular tan legs to the cold air. She ran the crop down Rea’s legs slowly, her own body trembling with the raw intensity of her emotions. With an angry frown, she brought it down again and again, each strike a punctuation to the venomous words that spilled from her mouth.
“You liked it,” Rea hissed, her voice low and filled with malice. “You liked it when Jake and I used you. Didn’t you?”
Samantha’s eyes watered as she tried to shake her head. “No, Rea, no,” she whimpered. The crop kept coming, a relentless torrent of pain that seemed to mirror the storm of anger in Samantha’s heart. “Please,” Rea gasped out, “please, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” Samantha spat, her voice filled with rage. “You think ‘sorry’ is going to cut it? You think a few whips and slaps are going to make this all okay?” She brought the crop down hard across Rea’s thighs, leaving a welt that stood out starkly against her tanned skin. “You’re fucking sick. Both of you. Pick up you legs. Show me that ass.”
Rea complied, her muscles quivering as she lifted her legs. The crop hovered in the air, and for a moment, the only sound was the sound of their ragged breaths. Then, with a snarl, Samantha brought it down again, the leather cracking against Rea’s ass. “You liked it,” she snarled, her voice rising. “You liked watching me squirm and beg and hurt!”
“I didn’t,” Rea ground out, her eyes screwed shut as she dropped her legs. “I didn’t, I swear!”
“Keep them up. Keep that ass showing or i might have to hit something…….else,” Samantha trailed off as she ran the riding crop along the length of Rea’s cock, the leather sending shivers down her spine. Rea bit back a whimper, her legs shaking as she folded herself back into position.
“Now where were we? Oh right,” Samantha murmured, her voice cold and detached as she stepped back and surveyed the scene before her. Rea’s ass was red and welted, standing out from the tan flesh surrounding it. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, to find the strength to keep going. She had to make Rea understand the depth of her betrayal.
“You’re nothing but a fucking freak,” Samantha spat, raising the crop again. But this time, she didn’t bring it down. Instead, she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper that was more terrifying than any shout could ever be. “A sick, twisted, disgusting freak.”
“No. Sammy. No. Please. I’m not,” Rea’s voice was shaking, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to block out the pain and humiliation.
“Lucky for you i like freaks. Unluckily you did rape me,” Samantha’s voice was like ice as she tapped the crop against Rea’s cheek. “But maybe, just maybe, I’ll forgive you when we’re done here.”
Her words sent a bolt of hope through Rea, but she couldn’t find it in her to speak. All she could do was lay there and take whatever Samantha had in store for her. It was the least she could do after what she and Jake did.
Samantha’s gaze was unyielding, the crop still in her hand. “I want you to tell me how much you enjoyed it,” she demanded, her voice still cold and detached.
Rea felt a mix of emotions – fear, anger, and a strange, unwelcome arousal that she tried to push down. “I did enjoy it,” she growled, her voice hoarse from the earlier screams. “I loved fucking my cock in and out of every hole i fucked.”
Samantha’s eyes flashed with rage, and she raised the crop, ready to strike again. “That’s what i thought.” she spat. “I want to hear how much you enjoyed the power you had over me, making me feel like I was nothing but a toy for your sick games.”
Rea’s cheeks flushed with both anger and desire as she met Samantha’s gaze. “Yes,” she hissed, “I liked watching you squirm,cry, and scream. It made me feel……good.”
Samantha’s arm swung back and the crop met Rea’s skin with a crack, leaving another red welt in its wake. “Good? You liked watching me in pain?” Her voice was a mix of lust and anger.
Rea’s eyes watered, but she nodded, unable to lie. “Yes, I liked it,” she admitted, her voice shaking. “It was so fucking hot making you my bitch.”
Samantha’s hand paused, the crop hovering in the air. “And what about Jake?” she asked, her voice softer now. “Did he enjoy using me too?”
Rea’s throat tightened, and she nodded again. “Yes,” she whispered, the admission leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. “We both did.”
Samantha climbs onnthe bed and pushes Rea’s legs up till her knees pressed into her tits. “You liked watching him fuck me, didn’t you?” Samantha kept Rea folded as she pulled her cock free and smiled. Rea shivered at Samantha’s now willing touch.
“Y-yes,” Rea stuttered, the truth spilling out of her. “I liked watching him fuck you.”
Samantha smiled and began to stroke Rea’s cock as she moaned and tried to lay her legs back on the bed. “You liked watching him use me,” she said, her voice a mix of anger and arousal. “But now, it’s just us. And I want to use you. Keep those legs up. Knees against your tits.”
Rea obeyed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Samantha began to pump her hand up and down her shaft. The friction was heavenly, a stark contrast to the pain she’d just endured. But the riding crop in Samantha’s hanf kept her on edge.
“You liked watching him fuck me,” Samantha murmured, her eyes never leaving Rea’s. “But now it’s just you and me.” She leaned down, her breasts pressing against Rea’s legs, and took the tip of Rea’s cock into her mouth. Rea’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, the feeling of Samantha’s soft lips and wet tongue against her sensitive skin washing away the pain.
Rea’s hips bucked involuntarily, and she moaned as Samantha took more of her into her mouth, her teeth grazing the base of her shaft before she began to suck in earnest. The warmth of Samantha’s mouth and the pressure of her tongue was almost too much to handle, and Rea felt her climax building.
Samantha’s saliva dripped down the length of Rea’s cock, pooling in her ass crack and sliding down to her asshole. The feeling was obscene, a mix of pleasure and painnof the welts that made Rea’s stomach twist in a delicious knot. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and she hated it—and loved it.
With a wicked smile, Samantha reached for the riding crop she had used earlier, her grip firm and sure as she pushed the thick handle into Rea’s ass. Rea gasped as it filled her, the sensation exhilarating. Samantha began to fuck her with it, slow at first, then increasing in speed and force. Rea’s moans grew louder, her hips rising to meet each thrust of the crop.
The crop handle slid in and out of her, the leather slapping against her skin with each movement. She could feel her own cum building, the pressure mounting with each stroke. Samantha’s mouth remained wrapped around her cock, her tongue flicking over the tip as she sucked with a fervor that was both punishing and erotic. The combination of pain and pleasure was a heady cocktail, one that had Rea’s eyes rolling back in her head.
With each thrust of the crop, Samantha took more and more of Rea’s cock into her mouth, her teeth lightly grazing the sensitive flesh. It was as if she was trying to break her, to push her to the brink of what she could handle. And yet, with every touch, Rea felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Samantha’s eyes gleamed hungerly, her hand on Rea’s cock moving in time with the crop as she pumped it into Rea’s ass. She pulled the crop from Rea’s ass before taking it to the back of her legs. he continued to suck the hard throbbing cock in her mouth. “You liked watching me get raped, didn’t you?” she whispered, taking a breal from the thickness of Rea’s shaft.
“Sam…” Rea’s voice was a broken whisper, her body trembling with the intensity of the moment. She didn’t know how to respond, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The truth was, she had enjoyed watching Samantha’s suffering. Even now, as she felt the warmth of Samantha’s mouth around her cock, she realized the depth of the depravity she had sunk to. “I’m sorry,” she managed to gasp out, her eyes squeezed shut tightly.
Stood up silwntly, her eyes never leaving Rea’s face. She stepped back, dropping the crop to the floor with a clatter that seemed to echo in the stillness of the room. Slowly, deliberately, she began to strip, her eyes never leaving Rea’s. Each piece of clothing that fell away revealed more of her perfect, unblemished skin, a stark contrast to the bruises and marks that now marred Rea’s tan body.
With a final flourish, Samantha removed her panties, revealing a clean-shaved pussy that was already glistening with arousal. She stepped closer to the bed, her legs slightly apart, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Rea watched, unable to move, unable to speak, as Samantha lowered herself onto the bed, straddling her. Her knees bent, she reached down and grabbed Rea’s legs, holding them down as Rea was still folded in half, her ass bare to the world.
Without warning, Samantha positioned herself over Rea’s cock, her pussy hovering just above it. She took a deep breath, and with a swift move, she impaled herself on Rea’s hardness, taking the entire length in one swift move. Rea gasped at the suddenness of it, her eyes flying open wide in shock and pleasure. Samantha’s eyes never left hers as she began to ride her, her movements slow and deliberate, her hips rolling in a way that sent waves of pleasure crashing through Rea’s body.
The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, a testament to the raw, animalistic passion that had overtaken them. Rea’s hands remained bound above her head, and she could do nothing but lie there and take it, her body a playground for Samantha’s desires. Her ass fucked well from the crop handle was a wanting throb now, overwhelmed by the sensation of Samantha’s tight pussy clenching around her cock.
Samantha leaned back, her small hands still gripping Rea’s thighs tightly, her knuckles white with the effort of keeping her legs up. Her breasts bounced with every movement, her nipples hard and pink. She was a picture of power and dominance, a stark contrast to the broken figure she had been the night before. Her eyes never left Rea’s, and the look of defiance in them was almost as arousing as the feel of her pussy.
Rea’s cock was a thick, pulsing presence inside Samantha, stretching her and filling her completely. She moved her hips in a rhythm that was both punishing and sensual, her body a symphony of anger and desire. The pain from her earlier assault was a distant memory now, replaced by a need to take control, to show Rea what it felt like to be used.
Jake, stood silently in the doorway and watched the scene unfold with a mix of fascination and horror. He had never seen Samantha like this, so commanding, so powerful. His own cock, still half-hard from the earlier encounter, grew hard again at the sight of the two of them, their bodies moving together in a dance that was both beautiful and terrifying.
Rea’s eyes were wide with shock and pleasure, her body responding to Samantha’s dominance despite her earlier protests. Each time Samantha slammed down on her cock, Rea’s eyes rolled back in her head, a silent scream of pleasure escaping her lips. Her hands clutched the ropes holding her shakles, her knuckles white with the effort to stay still, to not fight against the restraint of the handcuffs.
Samantha leaned back, her breasts bouncing with every movement, her nipples hard and erect as she moaned. She stared down at Rea with a mix of anger and desire, her eyes boring into Rea’s soul as she rode her with a ferocity that was unmatched. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet, guttural noises of their fucking. Rea’s body was a tense with pleasure and the pain of her earlier beating, her muscles shook with every thrust, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Jake, unable to look away, felt his own cock throb in his pants. The sight of the two of them together like this was too much for him to handle, his mind racing with thoughts of joining them, of being a part of this twisted dance of power and submission. He took a tentative step forward, his hand reaching for his zipper, but then thought better of it. Samantha was angry and he knew he would be next on the chopping block.
“You like this, don’t you?” Samantha spat out, her voice a mix of anger and pleasure. “You like watching me take what you gave me?”
Rea, unable to form words, could only nod, her eyes never leaving Samantha’s. The blondegripped her face roughly befor spitting in it. The saliva trailed down her cheek and Rea felt a strange sense of satisfaction at the gesture. It was as if she had been waiting for this moment, the moment when the tables had turned and she was at Samantha’s mercy.
Samantha’s movements grew more erratic, her breath coming in pants as she reached her climax. She threw her head back, her body convulsing as she came hard on Rea’s cock. The feeling of Samantha’s tight pussy contracting around her was almost too much for Rea to handle, and she felt her own orgasm build, her cock swelling and pulsing with the need to release.
“Look at me,” Samantha ordered, her voice low and demanding. “Rapist tranny bitches don’t get to cum.” Rea’s eyes snapped to meet hers, the power in Samantha’s gaze was like a punch to the gut, but it was also strangely intoxicating. She felt her body respond, the head of her cock brushing against Samantha’s stomach, leaving a trail of precum that glistened in the dim light of the room.
“You cum where and when i say you can bitch. Now where is jake?” Samantha’s question hung in the air, her voice still laced with the authority she had claimed during their twisted encounter. She slid off of Rea’s bed, her pussy still quivering from her own release, and turned to the door.