Chaos - 5
by Cloivey (u_xsiteme@hotmail.com)
Chapter 11
"How do you want to do this Honey?" I asked reaching
for her hand and sliding over on the couch in an effort
to have her sit by me.
A tear flowed down her cheek as she held my hand but
remained standing. "I don't know... I don't know Brad,"
she whispered. This was surely the hardest and most
humiliating thing I had ever done. I would rather have
been kneeling in front of that queer with his dick in
my mouth than doing this.
"Baby, we have seven hours, we only need about $125 per
hour, we can do this baby, we have to be strong, we
have to do this."
She said nothing. I closed my eyes and thought for a
few moments, she let go of my hand and sat beside me.
"Let's let them kill us Brad," she whispered.
"What!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"I have seen a couple do it, they just started running
and both of them were shot."
"Melissa you can't be serious, you do not understand
what you are saying." I turned to her and she lifted
her eyes to mine. "Baby we are going to be with our
family again, we are going to put things right back
where they were before we left. What about the kids,
please don't say that again," and I gently squeezed her
hand.
She looked deep into my eyes, almost pleading, "You
don't know how they are going to treat me... you don't
understand," now she was beginning to cry.
"What do you mean baby? I am going to be right here," I
tryed to calm her.
Her eyes squinted and her temples bulged as she pulled
her hand from mine. "Do you think this is the first
goddamn time I have been here performing like an animal
for these bastards Brad? Do you think this is the first
time they have dressed me up and fucking rented me? I
should have never done it... never... but I wanted to
see you Brad, I wanted us to be together."
She now laid her head on my shoulder and began to wail.
"$30,000 dollars Brad, $30,000 I had to earn for that
bastard before he said he would let me be with you."
Jumping up she pointed at the smirking guard by the
door. "Those fucking bastards didn't care how much I
bled, or how much I cried, or what sick things they
made me do... they never stopped anybody!"
She lunged toward the guard, he grabbed her by the neck
and held her at arms distance as she frantically
flailed her arms at him. I jumped up to pull her away
from the guard, but lightning fast, he drew his handgun
with his left hand and pointed directly at me. "STOP!"
he blurted. "SIT BACK DOWN BRAD!" he ordered in perfect
English.
"How the hell does he speak perfect English?" I thought
as I backed toward the couch watching this man hold my
flailing wife with one hand and pointing a gun at me
with the other. As she began to tire, he pushed her to
her knees in front of him. "I'm sorry...oh God I'm
sorry," Melissa heaved as she wrapped her arms around
his legs and pulled him tight.
He now gazed down at her. "You have been bad haven't
you Shorty?" he smiled down at her as he ran his hand
over her head and placed the gun back in his holster.
"Yes, I have been bad... and I am sorry, so sorry," she
wept.
"You want me make you feel better don't you Shorty?" he
asked while stroking her hair.
"Yes," she hissed.
I sat in amazement as Melissa began unbuckling his
pants and lowering his zipper, she pulled his limp dick
out and put it in her mouth. "Good girl... ummmm, that
is a good girl," he whispered as he put his hand behind
her head and began slowly thrusting into her.
I could hear the slurping and gurgling each time he
pushed himself into her mouth. I was in shock, just
sitting like a dazed idiot watching my wife suck a mans
dick like there was no tomorrow. After a few moments he
began to clinch his eyes shut and force Melissa more
rapidly.
"Ahhhh! You're making me happy... ahhhhhhhh! Here it
comes... MMMMMMMMMMM!" he held Melissa's head close to
him and squeezed her hair.
After he was done, he said, "Let me see it." Melissa
pulled away, opened her mouth and looked up at him.
"Yes, very nice. Good girl, you can swallow it now."
"Are you going to make me feel better now... please?"
Melissa cooed at him.
"Yea Shorty, I'm gonna make you feel better now."
I looked in horror as he pulled a metal container from
his breast pocket and pulled out a syringe. Melissa
offered up her arm from her kneeling position as he
squeezed it tight, used his teeth to pull the cap off
the needle, and pushed it into Melissa's arm.
I stood up, "What the fuck is going on?" I yelled at
him. "What in the hell have you done to my wife you
asshole?" He gave me stern look as he pulled the needle
from Melissa's arm.
I knew that if I took another step it would mean
trouble for both of us. Melissa's head looked toward
the ceiling as he threw the needle in a can on the
floor. "Thaaaaaaannnnk you, ooooooh thank you," she
cooed at him.
"You better get ready Shorty," he said in a matter of
fact voice.
Melissa stood up took off her bra, slid her panties
down her thighs and stepped out of them and walked past
the guard to the bedroom. "I'll tell them you two are
ready," he quipped at me as he walked out the door.
I could hear him lock it from the outside. Slowly I
rose and walked back to the bedroom. Melissa was
standing by a table and she had a bottle of clear
liquid in her hand. She squirted some on her fingers
and rubbed it up between her legs. She then squirted
more on, placed her left leg on the bed and began
applying the gel to her asshole.
"Melissa, honey...?" I began. I watched as she lay down
on the bed and closed her eyes, arms out to her sides.
Then she spread her legs, "Tell them to come fuck me
Brad, tell them to come fuck me so you can get your
money."
To be continued...