Visit From the 'B's

7,125 words

by Ozmanga

Mary-Jo's nightmare began when she opened the door of her new apartment to a willowy redhead in spike-heeled boots bearing a bottle of Veuve Clicquot in a plastic cooler. Behind the attractive bottle carrier loomed a broad-shouldered man who smiled at the newly wed in a way that made her feel naked.

"Hi," said the redhead as she bustled through the doorway causing Mary-Jo to step backwards into the small hallway. The blonde haired bride was shorter than her visitor but rounder in the bosom and bottom, a fact accentuated by the tight stretch denim skirt and the softly clinging cashmere cardigan Mary-Jo wore.

"I'm Betty Butterbun from across the way," said the redhead briskly. She looked Mary-Jo up and down and smiled her appreciation. "My, aren't you the pretty one. I wish I could get away with not wearing a bra. You must be closer to eighteen than twenty, right? Back from honeymoon a whole week. Guessed you'd be ready to meet your neighbors. Brought you some bubbly. Hope you've got glasses unpacked."

"Um," managed Mary-Jo before Betty continued.

"This is Boris, my better half," she said as Mary-Jo retreated a step or two. "Boris has some goodies for you too. A surprise for later."

Boris stepped through the doorway and quietly closed the door behind him. He moved with the effortless grace of an athlete. He was dressed like a sports coach in a dark blue track suit and Nike running shoes. Boris patted the fat sports bag he carried. "Surprise," he echoed. "For later." He had a deep voice and soft, fleshy, lips parted in a shark-like grin. His short, curly, black hair was cut very close to his skull.

"Won't won't you come in to the sitting room," said Mary-Jo. She was annoyed at the pushiness displayed by the newcomers but did not want to appear rude and ungrateful to the couple. "I'm Mary-Jo Smith. I'll see if I can find the champagne flutes." 

Mary-Jo raised her voice and called, "Elmer, do come and meet the Butteredbuns, our new neighbors. They've brought some French champagne." She turned to the visitors. "My husband is fixing the shower door in the en suite bathroom. He'll be here in a moment. Won't you sit down?"

"It's 'Butterbuns', darling." said Betty. She sat in one of the three new, soft, red-leather settees grouped around a solid marble-topped coffee table in the center of the elegant sitting room. The hem of Betty's little black dress rode up her black-stockinged legs and inched higher as she crossed one spike-booted calf over the opposite knee.  "We're known as the 'B's. Betty and Boris. Mr B and Mrs B." She giggled.

"Buttered buns are something quite different," said Boris with a meaningful leer. "As you probably know." He sat next to his wife. Mary-Jo muttered an apology but missed the significance of his remark.

"Now, now, Boris. She's just a young bride and probably hasn't the first idea of what you're talking about," said Betty. "No doubt you'll be able to explain later." 

Betty looked around the room and enthusiastically praised all that caught her attention. The wall-paper, the drapes, the feature wall, the floor to ceiling bookcase, the comfort afforded by the soft leather settees, the thick pile rug in front of the faux fireplace. Mary-Jo was both amused and annoyed at Betty's stream of cheerful chatter and responded with smiles and nods.

"Do get the glasses, dear. I'll open the bubbly," Betty said eventually.

Betty removed the foil from the top of the champagne bottle as Elmer came into the room and Mary-Jo left to find the wine glasses. Boris stood and introduced himself and his wife. He was shorter than Elmer, who stood six foot tall in his paint stained loafers, but the older man was hard muscled where Elmer was flabby.

"Fixed the shower, have you?" asked Boris.

"Yes," said Elmer. "Just the screen door needed adjusting. Mary-Jo said you were neighbors?" He sat down opposite Betty, realized he could see the whites of her thighs, blushed and looked away.

"From across the way," said Betty vaguely. She untwisted the wire cage that held the cork in place with ease born of practice. "These are good apartments. You were lucky to get this one. Wasn't on the market for more than a week or two." She re-crossed her long slender  legs exposing more thigh. Her stockings rustled quietly calling attention to her action. Betty looked up to see Elmer staring at her legs and grinned.

"They're double glazed and sound proof, you know," said Elmer. "Of course you do."

"You like looking up women's skirts do you Elmer?" said Boris grinning.

"Er  " began Elmer. He was flustered and did not know how to take Boris's remark.

"Tut, tut, Boris. Don't embarrass the young man. I'm flattered Elmer finds my legs attractive. You do, don't you Elmer?"

"I , er, I  ," mumbled Elmer.

"Of course he does, Mrs B. Or maybe it's the fuck-me boots you're wearing that's caught his eye. Eh, Elmer?"said Boris .

 "Um, ah   Ah, here's Mary-Jo with the glasses." Elmer got to his feet as Betty eased the cork out of the bottle with a satisfying 'pop'. Betty stood up and, helped by the lady of the house, poured the champagne. All four were standing around the coffee table as Betty proposed a toast.

"To Mary-Jo and Elmer Smith. Our new neighbors." They all drank.

"And soon-to-be   fuck-buddies," added Boris. 

Betty smiled sweetly, nodded and sipped her wine. Mary-Jo looked startled and Elmer choked on his second swallow.

"Now look here " he spluttered, setting his champagne flute on the table.

"What did you say?" queried the younger woman.

"Sit down and shut up. Both of you," growled Boris. Elmer didn't move. Mary-Jo, shocked at being spoken to like a dog in her own home, sat.

Boris touched the right arm of his track suit top and, as if by magic, a polished wooden truncheon slid into his hand. Without hesitation he tapped the side of Elmer's head. The young man staggered and fell to his knees in front of Boris. The older man unzipped his sports bag and took out a pair of old-fashioned metal handcuffs. He stripped off Elmer's t-shirt and fastened the young man's hands behind his back. Without a pause Boris lifted Elmer on to the settee and sat him next to Mary-Jo.

"Do drink your wine, darling," cooed Betty to the startled housewife. "It's too good to waste. It will give you Dutch courage. And you're going to need all the courage you can muster before the evening's out, dear."

Mary-Jo put an arm around Elmer' shoulder and tried to comfort him. He was conscious but groggy. She glared angrily at Boris and Betty.

"What do you mean by this behavior?" she said indignantly. "Why did you assault my husband? What's going on?"

"Shall I tell them?"giggled Betty excitedly. Boris nodded.

"Yeah. Let them know what's in store for them. They won't have read the story."

"Story? What story? Why are you doing this?" shrilled Mary-Jo.

"Because we can, darling," said Betty. "But before I begin let's get more comfortable. Let's swap places. Mary-Jo come and sit next to Boris. I'll look after your poor bruised husband."

Mary-Jo started to protest but Betty picked up the truncheon Boris had placed on the coffee table and waved it suggestively at the younger woman. Mary-Jo reluctantly changed places with her so-called new neighbor without further ado. Boris put his left arm around Mary-Jo's narrow waist and pulled her close to his side. She tried to push away from his grasp but he held her tight. Boris grinned at her puny efforts to escape his embrace. He took her right hand in his and placed it on the bulge in the soft material of his track suit where his erection had started to grow. Mary-Jo felt Boris' penis stir. She thought of snakes. She hated snakes.

"It began," said Betty conversationally, "a year ago. Boris and I were looking for something to spice up our love-life. We always enjoyed sex but the trouble was we had begun to realize we are both dominant and bisexual by nature. It became clear that we couldn't both be on top and happy, as it were. Then we read this story by Finc in www.storiesonline.net  'Meet the Buggermans'  it's called."

"A couple, like you two, newly moved into a house are greeted by a friendly neighborly pair, Mr and Mrs Buggerman. The Buggermans present the couple with a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates. The gifts are drugged and render the man incapable of movement, but with a Viagra induced erection, and make the woman as floppy as a rag doll. The drugged couple are humiliated and sexually abused by both the Buggermans in a number of ways. The climax comes when the young husband is sodomized by Mr B while his bride is made to fellate him while she too is being buggered by a dildo-wearing Mrs B. What do you think of that?"

Mary-Jo's frightened expression of disgust showed she thought the story appalling. Elmer, still dazed, merely looked puzzled.

"Of course," said Betty, "It was only a story but it did suggest an MO that would satisfy our, possibly unique, requirements for sexual satisfaction." 

Betty paused and took a sip of wine. She offered the glass to Elmer. He turned his head away.

"Don't worry. This isn't drugged. We did try to do it that way once but the result was not good. The woman slithered all over the place like a dead fish and her husband had a button dick no amount of Viagra could help. No, we don't use incapacitating drugs any more. Just persuasion and the occasional aphrodisiac."

"You you've done this before?" whispered Mary-Jo. She could feel Boris' cock grow beneath her hand. "You've brought gifts to 'neighbors' then then "

"Oh yes, darling. Often. We've played games with them, raped and humiliated them to our heart's content. Fucked them and buggered them. Made them do interesting, perverse, things to each other. It's been quite a blast."

Betty reached between Elmer's trousered legs and began to unzip his fly. Elmer tried to get up from the soft settee but Betty grabbed a handful of hair at the back of his sore head and had no difficulty in hauling him back. He was still groggy. She finished unzipping the fly but had a problem extracting his cock.

"Y-fronts," said Betty. She shook her head and tugged at the offending underwear until she could grasp the stalk of Elmer shrunken member

"But the police " said Mary-Jo desperately.

"Have never been informed. Don't know why. Perhaps it's akin to the Stockholm Syndrome. After a session with the 'B's the young couples must feel something like affection towards us." 

"Affection," snorted Mary-Jo.

Betty shrugged. "We haven't robbed them of any property and they might feel embarrassed at having to relate what they have been up to. Particularly if one or both have enjoyed aspects of the experience"

"Enjoyed? Being forced "

"You'd be surprised. Remember the young couple in Newtown, Boris?"

Boris grunted.

"She'd never had an orgasm until Boris took her up the ass while her wimp of a husband tongued her cum-filled cunt."

Mary-Jo flinched at Betty's crude language.  Betty grinned at the younger woman.

"Meanwhile I gave him reason to carry on eating pussy by treating him to a ruthless buggering with my number-one strap-on. She thanked us when we left and made me an offer for the dildo."

Betty gave up trying to extract Elmer's sex through the opening in his pants. She undid his narrow leather belt and tossed it onto the settee.

"Stand up, there's a good boy," she said and assisted the young husband to struggle to his feet.

While Elmer swayed unsteadily, Betty swiftly pulled his work pants and Y-fronts down below his knees then pushed him back onto the settee. She pounced on Elmer's exposed genitals like a kitten on a ball of wool. One sharp nailed hand grasped the shaft of his flaccid member while the other cosseted his well filled scrotum. Betty nibbled at the foreskin-shrouded head of his shrunken cock before Elmer started to struggle and squirm. Mary-Jo, unable to shake off Boris' grip, stared in disbelief.

"Do keep still, darling," said Betty as she tightened her grip on Elmer's ball-bag. "Or there's a chance I'll rip your nuts off." She squeezed suddenly. Her sharp red-painted nails pierced the skin .Elmer screamed in fear and pain. "Just relax," she said as she eased her spiteful hold. She looked up to see Mary-Jo had tears in her eyes.

"Don't worry, young lady. He's in good hands. I think he may like it rough. Look. His cock is beginning to swell already. But not as much as Mr B's."

Mary-Jo looked down at where her hand lay. Boris had indeed grown while his "better half" had chatted about the Buggermans and amused herself with the concussed Elmer. 

Boris held on to Mary-Jo's wrist and stood up. He quickly kicked off his Nikes and stepped out of his track suit pants and boxer shorts. Mary Jo was alarmed to note that Mr B's erection  was much bigger than Elmer's (or either of the other two she had seen in her sheltered lifetime). She stared at the plum shaped head that glistened with natural lubricant and shuddered at the thought of being penetrated by Boris' long, thick, heavily veined, shaft. 

"I think Mr B's a bigger man than you, Elmer, but size isn't everything," said Betty working skillfully at exciting her prisoner's libido.

"Please, don't do this," Elmer moaned.

Mary-Jo wriggled along the seat of the settee, hoping to get away, as Boris leant over her. Boris grabbed at her skirt and caught the waist band. He pulled the frightened young woman towards him. She slid on the leather seat as she struggled to escape. She felt the skirt fastener break. Mary Jo fell back onto the settee as Boris dragged the stretch denim garment down her long stockinged legs and tossed it onto the coffee table. 

"Oh, what lovely little panties," enthused Betty. "See how snugly they fit around her mount of Venus." Elmer tried to get to his feet to assist his threatened bride, but Betty hauled him back and continued to massage and suck his soft, but growing, erection. "I don't wear any myself," she confided in the dazed young husband. "As you'll find when I mount you."

Boris reached for the top button of Mary-Jo's cardigan.  She started to protest.

"No. Please don't do this," she cried, echoing her husband's plea.

Boris ripped the fine woolen top open. Buttons popped.

"No," she wailed.

"Let's see your tits, little lady," smiled Boris. Under the cardigan Mary-Jo was wearing a thin cotton singlet. Boris took the hem of the singlet in both hands and pulled it apart. Mary-Jo's ample breasts bounced as she tried to get away. Boris stood over her and peeled off his tracksuit top and singlet. He was naked now, apart from his socks. He caught Mary Jo as she scrambled off the settee, wrapped her in his strong arms and kissed her firmly on the lips.

Mary-Jo struggled to evade Boris' embrace. She could feel his broad, bare, chest crushing her naked breasts and was aware of his large, stiff, cock throbbing where it pressed against her belly. His tongue invaded her mouth. She felt sick. She trembled and wept.

"See how your little lady loves Mr B?" said Betty to the "little lady's" helpless husband. Elmer could indeed see his wife standing the other side of their marble-topped coffee table, her body pressed closely to the muscular nakedness of Mr B. She was shaking.

"She's quivering with delight. I want you to kiss me like that. Now, Elmer. Or else "

He felt Betty's sharp nails dig into the skin of his scrotum and the pressure begin to build around his balls as she began to squeeze. He closed his eyes and kissed his insistent tormentor. His tongue sought hers in an unholy French  kiss. Her hand released his testicles and slid up to massaged his shaft. Elmer felt his cock growing despite fear and pain. Surely, he thought, his wife couldn't be enjoying the attentions of the well-hung, athletic, Mr B. The seed of doubt had been planted however.

 Betty's hand pumped Elmer's stiffening cock. She slipped the foreskin up and down with her strong action and exposed the purple tinged head of his penis with every downstroke.

"That's better, lover," cooed the redhead coming up for breath. "Another minute or two and you'll be fuckable." She dropped her head so she could lick the tip of his cock and every few strokes take the head into her mouth. Elmer found he was losing control and struggled against a growing feeling that he was going to come. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on something anything to distract his mind from the rising imperative.

Boris heard the comment and eased his embrace of Mary-Jo.

"Take your panties off, girlie. It's fuck time."

Mary-Jo made no move to comply with Mr B's order. He sighed, reached for the narrow waist-band and effortlessly tore the flimsy undies off his trembling victim.

"Please," she began, as she tried to cover her closely cropped blonde bush with one hand and her naked breasts with the other. "Please don't "

Boris spun Mary-Jo around until she was facing Elmer and Mrs B. The young woman was amazed to see how stiff her husband had grown under the tutelage of the redheaded interloper. She was disgusted to see Elmer close his eyes in what looked like ecstacy as Mrs B sucked with gusto the swollen tip of his rampant cock.

"Oh you look good enough to eat, sweetie. What a sweet, tight, little pussy. No pink at all. Like a little girl. Look at her Elmer. Wouldn't you like to fuck your wife?" Said Betty as she rubbed Elmer's fully engorged cock.

Elmer looked at his tattered bride. She still wore her grip-top stockings and heeled red pumps but her cardigan and torn singlet hung loosely off her shoulders doing nothing to conceal her full round breasts with their dull red nipples like over-ripe cherries. She looked angry and frightened.

He nodded.

Horrified at what she saw as Elmer's cowardly compliance with the perverse woman's suggestion, Mary-Jo said, "He would not! Not like this."

"I'm sure he would, sweetie, but Elmer will have to wait until we've gone. You see, I'm going to fuck him and you are going to help me really get a kick out of it by licking his balls and my clit as I have my wicked way with your husband. Kneel down in front of me and Elmer now," said Betty.

"No," said Mary-Jo, bursting into fresh floods of tears. "I won't."

She heard a crack and felt a pain across her buttocks. Mary Jo turned her head to see Boris raise Elmer's belt above his shoulder. The next pang was again accompanied by the crack of a fiercely wielded leather belt. Mary-Jo tried to run but Boris gripped her neck in his left hand. He used his right to ply the belt again before forcing the sobbing woman to her knees.

"Are you going to stay down there, little lady, and do as you are told, or am I going to beat you some more?" Boris asked.

"Don't beat me," Mary-Jo sobbed.

"Then move forward so you can do what Mrs B wants," he said. 

Mary-Jo shuffled forward on her knees until her chin was resting on the leather seat of the settee only an inch or so from her husband's groin. Through her tears she could see Mrs B's dexterous fingers manipulating Elmer's stiff cock. The inside of his thighs brushed her shoulders. Elmer's lower legs were still encumbered with his work pants and Y-fronts. Mary-Jo put her hands on the floor and waited fearfully for the next order.

"That's better, sweetie," said Mrs B. The redhead knelt astride her victim's upper thighs and faced his wife. Betty's spike-heeled boots gouged the new, soft, leather. She rolled the hem of her little black dress higher than her hips and positioned herself above Elmer's erect cock. From where she crouched Mary Jo had a close-up of Mrs B's cleanly shaved, smooth, cunt as she slowly lowered herself onto Elmer's throbbing cock.

"Lick his balls, sweetie," sighed Mrs B as she slowly impaled herself on the young householder's erection then eased herself back up. "Then run your tongue up the underside of his cock and diddle my clit. Do it before Boris uses the belt again!"

Mary-Jo hastened to obey. She couldn't see very much. The hem of Betty's dress dropped down and covered the young woman's head but she struggled to carry out her instructions and heard Betty call out that what she was doing was..."Very nice, dear."

Boris waited until Betty had established a rhythm and the young couple were doing as she wanted before he knelt behind Mary-Jo, and rubbed his drooling cock between her cunt lips and the cleft between her buttocks. 

The young blonde felt the firm, but slimy, flesh press against her anus and then slide over her vagina repeatedly but was unable to even protest, her tongue being otherwise employed. Boris grinned up at Betty who was riding Elmer with great care trying to judge when the young husband would climax. She smiled back and mouthed "Wait!"

Minutes later the tempo quickened. Betty sighed with pleasure as she rode up and down Elmer's slippery cock. Elmer screwed his eyes tightly shut and began a low moaning as he strove desperately not to ejaculate. Mary-Jo's face was slimed with juices as Elmer's climax neared.

Betty nodded to her partner. 

Boris quickly parted Mary-Jo's ass cheeks, ruptured her anal sphincter with one savage thrust of his grotesque erection then buggered her ruthlessly while her husband thrashed and moaned and shot great gobs of cum into the woman who was raping him. 

Mary Jo screamed. She suffered  agonies for a minute or two as Mr B pleasured himself vigorously up her back passage and milked her swinging tits with his powerful hands. She felt as though her bowels would burst as Boris pounded her virgin ass. Her head and face were thrust, time and again, against Elmer's pulsating cock and swollen balls as he came and came again. Then the shame and pain became too much for the young bride and she passed out. Boris sighed and slowly withdrew his stiff, rope-veined, organ from her tight, torn, ass.

"It's no fun when they do that, Mrs B," he sighed. " When they faint like that. Another few minutes and I would have flooded her ass much to her relief. Did the young man satisfy you my dear?"

"I'm sad to say 'no', Mr B. Premature ejaculation deprived me of complete satisfaction."

The redhead climbed off her victim and allowed Elmer's now softening cock to fall out of her slippery wet cunt. Elmer looked exhausted and when he saw the body of his unconscious wife sprawled at his feet he despaired. Elmer burst into tears.

"Don't be upset, Elmer dear. It happens sometimes. You'll get a chance to redeem yourself later. The afternoon is still young," said Betty as she climbed off the settee. She stood up next to him and pulled up the hem of her dress to exposed her shaved cunt oozing juices.

"See how sticky you've made me! And look at Mary-Jo," said Betty. She prodded the comatose blonde with the toe of a spike-heeled boot. "See, her pretty little face is smeared with pre-cum and her bottom well! You must clean us both up, Elmer, starting with me. Get on your knees and start licking."

Elmer's tears stopped as he realized what he was being told to do. He started to refuse. Boris grabbed him by the neck and dragged the young man off the settee and onto his knees so Betty could press her groin into his face. She held him tightly by his hair and insisted Elmer did his best to remove the sloppy mess he had deposited in her. He was to use his tongue, suck, and swallow.

As Elmer was being face-fucked by the energetic Betty, Boris opened his sports bag and took out a ring-gag made from a stainless steel ring and two leather straps, two short lengths of soft cotton rope and an evil-looking strap-on double-dildo. The strap-on was fashioned in flesh colored rubber. Both the extremely large and smaller  protrusion were modeled realistically to resemble a rope-veined cock similar to Mr B's, but with a dorsal ridge to ensure clitoral stimulation. Underneath the base of the larger phony cock was a rubber sac resembling a scrotum. The Bs had thoughtfully filled this appendage with a mixture of cream cheese and chili-oil. When squeezed a jet of the mixture would be shot through a narrow pipe in the larger dildo to simulate ejaculation.

Boris put the items on the coffee table and grinned at his partner. She glanced at the selection and nodded as she thrust her pelvis forcefully against Elmer's head and drew his questing tongue into her cunt.

"You're not trying hard enough to please me, you naughty boy," chided Mrs B. 

"Ump Unh," said the confused young man. He was unable to say more

"I'm going to ask Mr B to encourage you. Would you oblige me, please, Boris," she said.

"With pleasure, my dear," said Mr B. He reached for the discarded belt and stood behind Elmer who was still dazed from the early blow to his head and struggling to breathe while lapping at Betty's cunt. Boris made a loop in the leather, raised it high above his shoulder and then brought it crashing down on Elmer's unprotected buttocks.

Elmer tried to lift his head but Betty held him firmly by the hair. Boris smiled grimly and began to rain blow after blow with the leather belt on the unfortunate Elmer. Betty grinned at her partner's obvious pleasure in delivering such a savage beating and ground her pubis into the young man's face with redoubled effort. 

"I think that has done the trick," Betty said eventually. She shuddered and sighed as she enjoyed a minor orgasm. Boris stopped his beating. Elmer sobbed with pain and humiliation and flopped down next to his unconscious wife on the thick pile carpet. Betty picked up the dildo and the ring-gag.

"Now, now," said Betty."You can't just curl up like that, you know. Not when Mr B is sporting such a healthy boner. Had dear little Mary-Jo been a little bit stronger But she wasn't, was she? So, dear Elmer, you'll have to do double duty."

Before Elmer realized what she was up to Betty forced the ring-gag into his cum-smeared mouth and fastened it securely. Boris picked Elmer up and dropped the larger man, face down, on the coffee table, careful not to knock over Elmer's untouched champagne. Boris then sat down on the edge of the settee facing the handcuffed husband, opened his legs and slowly pumped his already stiff cock not a foot from his horrified victim's gaping mouth.

Elmer tried to protest but the gag scrambled his speech.

Betty tied a length of rope above each of Elmer's knees. She spread his legs and made them fast to the table. His genitals hung down exposed between his parted thighs. She patted his dangling scrotum and limp dick making them swing.

"We'll soon have this little fellow stiff and raring to go again," said Betty. "Pressure on the prostate tends to do that you know. Then you can try to redeem your earlier, naughty, premature ejaculation."

"You ever had a grown man come in your mouth?" said Boris.

Elmer shook his head wildly.

"Nor me," said Boris, grinning at Elmer's horrified expression. "And I've never been buggered by a woman wearing one of these either," he said as Betty strutted in front of Elmer to display the strap-on she had just donned. The rubber dildo emerged from under the hem of Betty's little black dress making the willowy redhead seem to be some form of rampant hermaphrodite. It looked bizarre and, to Elmer, terrible and cruel.

Elmer tried to struggle upright but Boris took a handful of the young man's hair and held him down on the table. Betty had a tube of gel and she smeared a handful on the rubber phallus and rubbed it up and down in imitation of Boris' slow masturbatory action. The B's laughed at Elmer's begging noises and Betty moved into position behind the young husband when, with a loud moan, Mary-Jo recovered consciousness. 

The young woman, sat up, saw her husband about to be made a spit-roast, remembered what she had suffered, screamed, scrambled to her feet and tried to make a dash for the door. Boris caught her before she had gone three steps. In no time at all she had joined Elmer on the coffee table. A rope secured her wrists. It was led under the table and fastened to her thighs above her knees. A second ring-gag was found in Boris' sports bag and popped into Mary-Jo's mouth. The newly wedded couple were ready for the next ordeal.

"Eeny-meemy-miney-mo," began Betty. "Do-we-fuck-Elmer-or- Mar-ee-Jo? I guess that means we start with the little lady, Mr B. How would you like to do it? Change partners every stroke or what?"

"I think every five strokes, Mrs B. No more or they might choke."

He positioned himself on his knees in front of Mary-Jo and placed the tip of his erection on the woman's trembling lower lip lower. Elmer turned his head to see Boris' thickly veined cock poised to penetrate Mary-Jo's wide-stretched mouth. He tried to raise his head but Boris easily kept the angry husband's head on the marble table-top with one hand while holding Mary-Jo's head still with the other. Both of the newly weds kept up a loud and pitiful noise of protest.

"Are you ready, my dear?" said Mr B. 

Betty, who had stooped to align her monster strap-on with Mary-Jo's already torn anus, smiled at he partner and nodded.

"One," cried Boris and he drove his swollen cock into Mary-Jo's open mouth and down her throat. At the same time Betty forced the large rubber Phallus deep into the bride's fundament. The scream they heard was Elmer's as he writhed helplessly alongside his wife unable to help her as she was subjected to the horrendous ordeal.

"Two," said Boris. He slid back then filled her throat again, Mary-Jo managed a strangled gasp. The inability to breathe and the pain of Betty's forceful buggering was almost beyond bearing.

"Three." Mary-Jo was vaguely  conscious that Boris' cock tasted of fecal matter. She felt sick.

"Four." The pain in Mary-Jo's ass seemed to be easing as Betty squirted some more lubricating gel on the rubber cock.

"Five." Mary-Jo almost passed out again as Boris held his cock down her throat for a few seconds longer than before. But then she felt enormous relief as Boris withdrew from her mouth completely and Betty eased the dildo out of her ass. She heard Betty say,"Now it's your husband's turn, my dear. But we'll be back."

Mary-Jo turned to see how Elmer would take to being force-fed Boris' big dong while Betty reamed his ass. She thought maybe she was beyond shock and horror. It seemed almost natural for her to be  curious about what the 'B's would do next.. She saw her husband try to resist Boris' sixth thrust by twisting his head from side to side. When Betty drove the rubber dildo hard into Elmer's hitherto unpenetrated ass a combination of surprise and utter humiliation caused him to freeze and let Boris to force his erection down Elmer's throat with ease. Mary-Jo began to scream abuse at the rapists.

Mary-Jo endured her share of the torment, screaming incoherently and weeping, until Boris counted to twenty-two before she swooned once again. The B's then turned their full attention on Elmer. Boris eventually came as he deep-throated Elmer while Betty added injury to insult and kicked the helplessly bound young man's dangling ballocks as she experienced a minor orgasm thanks to the design of the rubber-strap on. She forgot to squeeze the artificial scrotum thereby saving Elmer from another, particularly nasty, experience.

The B's stood back to admire their handiwork. Mary-Jo was sprawled unconscious on the table. Her husband was retching between sobs and twitching but was unable to move. As forecast his cock was stiff again and growing stiffer a fact noted by the rapacious Betty.

"I think he's ready to fuck me again," said the redhead as she unstrapped the rubber dildo. "That's quite remarkable, Mr B. Unless, of course, you slipped him a little something? I see you too are hardly diminished in size despite nearly drowning the young man with your cum."

"I plead guilty, my dear. I popped a purple pill into his mouth with the ring gag. And, as you so cleverly deduced, I took one myself," chuckled Boris. "It may have escaped your attention but the young lady's quim has been spared any attention. I thought, as a parting gesture "

"Oh, you wicked man!" exclaimed Betty. "What a good idea. Let's clean them up and give them both a treat in their bedroom. I believe there's a bathroom attached."

And so Mr B untied the comatose Mary-Jo and carried her to the master bedroom . Betty, dildo in one hand and Elmer's scrotum in the other, dragged Elmer in their wake. Elmer's pants acted as a hobble making Betty's task easy but slow. He didn't protest. The fight seemed to have been knocked out of him. Betty's dildo and the two ring gags were washed and put away in Boris' sports bag. Betty found some highly scented oil in the bathroom that when held under Mary-Jo's nose woke from her torpor and made her sneeze.

It was some time before soap, wash cloths and towels had restored the young couple to a degree of cleanliness and the 'B's 'treat' began. Elmer was tied to a chair facing the bed and was taken in hand by the energetic Betty who crouched next to him. The pill Boris had given him caused Elmer's cock to remain erect. As Betty stroked him he writhed and scowled at her.

"You're a monster," said Elmer. "Both of you are monsters. Why us? Why did you pick on us to play your evil perverted games?" He sobbed.

"Because ," said Betty. "Oh, look at your lovely wife. Such soft round breasts. I do believe Mr B had enhanced her nipples with lipstick."

Elmer looked up as his wife was escorted from the en suite bathroom by the muscular Boris. The rapist had indeed used lipstick to give Mary-Jo's breasts rich scarlet nipples to match her clean and newly made up face and lip color. He had stripped the young bride of the tattered remains of her vest and woolen cardigan leaving Mary-Jo naked except for stockings and heeled pumps. Before leaving the bathroom Boris had told the young woman what she was to do and the consequences of not doing as she had been instructed.

Mary-Jo did not want the 'B's to castrate Elmer and make her eat his testicles as Boris had said they would if she didn't co-operate. She didn't really believe they would do anything so brutal but she wasn't going to take the chance. So Mary-Jo, terrified but calm, nodded her understanding. A tear ran down her cheek.

Mary-Jo climbed onto the queen-sized bed and lay on her back. She turned her head to look at her husband and noted that he was already sexually aroused just as the disgusting Mr B had said he would be. She suppressed a desire to berate Elmer and instead began, as she had been instructed, to masturbate. Boris stood by the bed fondling his erection.

"Oh," said Betty. "See how eager Mary-Jo is for more sex. Almost as keen as you seem to be, Elmer. But you're all tied up and Boris is not. I suspect Boris is going to fuck her for you."

Boris grinned at his partner.

"That's right, Mrs B. I'll give the young man a show to remember. It's not every husband who likes to watch a stranger fuck his wife but I suspect Elmer is something of a voyeur. Judging by the hard on you have in hand."

"You bastar ," Elmer began. He was cut short by Betty whose talons gripped his scrotum yet again.

Boris climbed onto the bed. Mary-Jo parted her legs so Boris could kneel between them. She stopped stroking herself and reached for Boris' swollen rope-veined member. He leant forward taking his weight on his arms. His stiff cock, held softly in Mary-Jo's hands, was poised above her vagina. She carefully began to rub the slick head of Boris' penis up and down the length of her pussy. Her outer cunt lips parted as she stroked the length of her crack up and down. Each time the head of his cock met the hooded bud of her clitoris she gave a little moan

"Do you like that, Mary-Jo," asked Boris? 

"Yes, yes," she replied as she had been told to. "I could rub myself forever with your big hard cock." She began to gently undulate her hips as she stroked  Boris' cock up and down her slit.

Despite herself Mary-Jo began to experience a heightening of desire.

"See how considerate Mr B is being. How gentle," said Betty reading the signs in the young woman's body language. "Why don't you lick those bright red nipples dear, I'm sure Mary-Jo would like that."

Boris grinned and leant forward still keeping his weight off the recumbent woman. He bowed his head and stretched his long pink tongue so he could flick one red nipple and then the other. Mary-Jo groaned with embarrassment as she felt the erectile flesh betray her.

"Very nice, dear," cooed Mrs B. "See how stiff Mary-Jo's little nipples have become, Elmer. Almost as stiff as your cock, you naughty boy. You are enjoying this, aren't you?"

Elmer glared at her but did not dare to speak again lest his tormentor rip his balls off as she had threatened. 

Mary-Jo panted as she rubbed her pussy with Boris' cock.

"Please " she sobbed as she raised her hips and made an offering of her cunt..

Boris knelt upright. Elmer saw the brute strength and size of the rapist's erection before it was pushed into Mary-Jo's proffered opening. For a moment Betty thought the young woman was going to resist but with a strangled sob Mary-Jo raised her knees to allow Boris to slide into her more easily. Boris penetrated the young woman in one smooth but slow stroke.

"Jeez," he said to Elmer as he looked the cuckolded husband in the eyes. "Your wife's got a tight little twat. Too tight for a bride of two weeks. You should fuck her more often loosen her up or get someone like me to do it for you. Like this." Boris began to slide in and out. He glided smoothly between Mary-Jo's thighs his muscular buttocks clenched as he finished each deep penetration

"N no n nooo," wailed Mary-Jo. Then "Nuh" with each and every forward thrust of the rapist's supple hips

Boris moved slowly at first and then, when he sensed that Mary-Jo was getting accustomed to the rhythm he banged her harder and faster. She began to match Boris thrust for thrust, her hips bouncing off the marital bed.

"Nuh nuh nuh. Oh my god. Omigod. Omygot," cried Mary-Jo

Boris pinned his victims arms above her head as he neared his climax. Betty lent a hand in the closing moments of the rape. She reached over, delved between the thrusting bodies, and expertly tweaked the young woman's clitoris. 

There was no doubt Mary-Jo's explosive climax was real. She screamed and her vaginal muscles spasmed and gripped Boris' cock as he spurted thick jets of cum deep inside her. The young housewife was still shuddering and moaning as Boris eased out of her, climbed off the bed and stood by Elmer. Betty stood too. She began to untie Elmer.

"I think you should say 'thank you' to Mr B and your lovely wife for a splendid demonstration. She is a sexy little miss isn't she? Do you want him to lick you clean, my dear?" Betty said as she undid the handcuffs and quickly used the rope to secure Elmer's hands behind his back. 

Elmer looked alarmed.

"No," said Boris. "But he's still sporting a stiffy, Mrs B. Aren't you going to take advantage of him yourself?" 

"I think not. I think he should sample the cream pie or the buttered bun on the bed, Mr B. Show us what he's learned this afternoon."

Elmer shook his head. "No " he began, Betty's long nailed hand found his ball bag. He sobbed and shut up.

Mary-Jo raised herself on one elbow and regarded the trio standing by the bed. She looked at Elmer's erection.

"So, it's true. You do like to watch. You got stiff at the thought of seeing me raped and you're still stiff. Pervert!"

"Raped? What I saw was more like an X rated movie. You loved it, you slut,' shouted Elmer.

"Voyeur!"

"Porn Queen!"

"Wanker!"

"Exhibitionist!

"Cock- sucking poofter!"

"You bitch! I've a good mind to teach you a lesson," yelled Elmer.

 Elmer climbed on the bed and threw himself on his wife. She screamed as he roughly strove to mount her. She clawed his chest as he struggled with the rope bonds on his wrists. She nearly wriggled off the bed before he managed to free his hands. He dragged her back onto the bed. She punched him. He slapped her. In a fury he parted her legs and drove his engorged prick deep inside her well lubricated cunt. As he rode her he rubbed at her lipstick colored nipples and called her a "painted whore". He poured out a stream of abuse throughout his attack. She raked his face and chest with her nails. She screamed and cried and was still sobbing when he climaxed and, at last, regained some sense.

He looked around for their tormentors but the 'B's and all traces of them had gone.

End


