Jesse stood before her, adjusting the elegant fur stole so that it covered her bound wrists. He clamped his hands on her shoulders, fingers hooked deep into shimmering blue fox. His grip hurt her shoulders and made her moan.
The feel of silken luxury seemed to keep his smoldering rage aglow. It also kept his angry cock hard. That twitched before her eyes, the gorged head radiating lewd heat of bitter lust.
Fabrianne felt sick. She was used to tantalizing men and using her sly charms to get what she wanted. She teased and made men beg for her. She coaxed them to buy her expensive presents, to take her to the finest restaurants, on trips to elegant hotels.
But now she had no power at all. She'd been humbled and shamed in the most humiliating ways and still they weren't satisfied.
"What more can they do?" she murmured to herself. "What else can they take from me?"
Jesse's ears were keen as his lewd grin. "Everything," he said. "And when it's done, you can tell all your friends you were robbed by the brothers Frank and Jesse James."
"And me too. Don't forget Cole… your younger brother!" Cole chimed in.
Fabrianne shuddered, her wrists crossed and bound beneath her stole. Cupped hands held her own tits. They felt cold, the sharp nipples stiff with fear. She began to squeeze them gently, trying to stir some warmth in her body for what she knew she would have to do.
Jesse thrust his cock at her mouth, prodding her parted lips. She groaned, not ready yet.
"I envy Rob having a mother-in-law like you. When you come to visit, he can fuck you and then his wife. You and your daughter will have to fight for his cock."
She sighed in disgust. Jesse pumped his stiff cock at her again. Her lips parted more and her tongue wagged out. Might as well get started. If she didn't please him, he'd only abuse her more.
Fabrianne curled her tongue and teased it around his cockhead. She wiggled it across his cum-slit. She snuggled her lips and sucked on the fleshy knob, stroking the tender and underside.
Jesse felt a warm rush of pleasure that weakened his rage. A woman made to be submissive was sheer delight for him. She sensed that and couldn't resist him anyway. With wrists bound and her ankles hobbled, she'd been reduced to being his slave.
She rolled her tongue into a fleshy wet trough and rippled it along the underside of his cock while her lips pulled him in. Fabrianne nibbled expertly, pausing to savor the pulsing heat of each bulged vein before her lips reached to swallow more.
Jesse's cock throbbed, swelling in her sleek throat. She rocked back and forth on her knees, taking in more hot meat each time she pressed forward. Her hands fondled her own tits, her thumbs whirling to make her nipples tingle delightedly.
He kept his hands on her shoulders, jerking her back and forth when she didn't move fast enough to please him fully. She groaned then. His rough pushing and pulling made her dizzy. It added speed to the throat-filling force of his rigid prick.
Silky fur brushed his naked thighs when he hauled her forward. Jesse liked that. He liked the snug warmth of her lips even more. He took to pushing her back slowly.
"Suck harder, you slinky slut! If you lose your grip on my cock, I'll whip your haughty ass!" he snarled.
Fabrianne cringed, sucking so hard that she collapsed her cheeks around his cock. He grunted sounds of pleasure and pushed until she could only cling to his cockhead in frantic desperation. Then he yanked her forward with all his brutal strength.
Her soft lips smashed into his wiry mat of cock-hair. Her throat filled suddenly and heaved with retching motions. He enjoyed that too.
"I hope you choke on it," he said.
Fabrianne could only babble strained sounds of forced pleasure and wet noises of distress. The violent yanking back and forth had rattled her brain. Jesse's fierce lust both terrified and delighted her.
His was the biggest cock she'd ever sucked and that pleased her. But there was too much coming in to her too fast. Her throat muscles writhed. She felt her pussy heating up again as warmth seeped down.
Her thumbs whirled faster around her own nipples. She was going to cum soon. Fabrianne could feel it, the slow building pressure of a delightful climax. She began to coo and purr instead of groaning.
Jesse sensed the change. He slowed the violence of his demanding hands and enjoyed pushing into her more deliberately, letting her excite him wildly with her tongue and sucking cheeks. His breath came in quick gulps. Then he didn't breathe at all.
He tensed and stood rigid, his cock throbbing in her throat. His back arched, forcing in the last possible fraction of an inch. Then he roared and let it fire. Creamy goo sprayed her throat and stuck like plaster on a wall.
Drawing back, he gave her a shot that slithered all over her tongue. Then he rammed his cock deep again, gliding on the silver-white flow. Fabrianne gulped down another volcanic blast, catching the rhythm and sucking hardest just before each spurt. Then she relaxed just long enough to gulp it down.
The quantity of his cum amazed her. Some men would have had little more to give, but Jesse had plenty. It soon filled her throat, still rising, salt-sweet and creamy smooth.
It flowed into her mouth, forced to bubble out when he jammed his cock deep. Quicksilver cum glossed her lips and ran down her chin Fabrianne gasped, frustrated because she couldn't swallow it all.
Her own climax had started. Her pussy wrenched into JOYOUS spasms even though it was her face getting fucked. Sparks danced around her nipple tips. Fabrianne's chest heaved, swelling with a silent scream trapped inside by Jesse's cock.
When he'd finally satisfied himself, he let his cock slide out. By then she felt too drained of energy to do more than sigh.
He grinned down at her. "You got two more to try, but I'm not through with you yet. Stand up, bitch!"
"What?"
He didn't wait for her to answer. Jesse grabbed her bound wrists and yanked her up. The stole slipped off and fell in a silver-blue heap at her feet. Jesse pulled and yanked her arms higher.
"Aaagggh! That hurts!" He was knotting another length of rope around the one already there. "I'm tied tight enough!" she complained. "My fingers are getting numb!"
"Tight enough, maybe, but not high enough." He tossed the free end of the longer second rope over an exposed ceiling beam above her head.
Fabrianne heard the rope hiss, slithering over the rustic timber. "What are you going to do?"
"Give you a little lift," Jesse said with a cackle. "You're the type of bitch that always looks down on men." He pulled hard on the loose end of rope, yanking her bound wrists high overhead.
Her shoulders wrenched and throbbed under painful stress. Jesse had pulled so hard that she could barely stand on her tip-toes.
"Not high enough yet," he said, giving the rope another vicious tug. That lifted her feet off the floor.
Fabrianne screamed as her bound arms had taken her full weight. She kicked her hobbled feet, trying to reach the floor. That made her start to sway like the clapper of a bell.
"How's the view from up there?" Jesse asked. "Are you up high enough to look down on a big stud like my brother Frank?"
He was just getting up, having satisfied himself for the time being with Colette. Fabrianne's head was above his now, dangling by her bound wrists almost two feet off the floor. Her fingers touched the ceiling beam.
"The fancy lady forgot her stole," Frank said, bending down to pick it up.
He pushed the expensive fur between her bound arms. The broad back of it covered her head like a furry hood. One long side fell down her back, the other between her tits. The cool satin lining touched her face but was almost smothering in it's warmth. The density of it muffled her anguished cries. She felt burning pains in both shoulder sockets and her bound wrists. And she couldn't see.
Jesse pushed on her ass and started her swaying. Colette was just sitting up then, still dazzled and bleary-eyed from her repeated climaxes with Frank. It took a moment for her eyes to focus on the strange sight before her.
Frank pushed the other side and started the bound woman whirling around in a circle. Fabrianne gasped, getting dizzy as the mad spinning sway of her tortured body got worse.
"What are you doing to my mother?" Colette cried.
Jesse laughed and pushed Fabrianne harder. "Teaching her to be a real swinger," he said.
"That's an awful thing to do!" Colette was rubbing her chafed wrists. Frank had freed her arms and the circulation was slowly coming back.
"You want to take her place?" Jesse asked. Colette shuddered and dropped her head, bending to work on the knots around her ankles. In a minute she was able to stand, unsteadily at first. Watching her bound mother whirl around made the young bride dizzy too. The beautiful fur stole draped over her head was cruel mockery. Colette swayed and felt sick.
Frank grabbed her arm and steadied her. "You'd best sit down. Your face looks as white as your dress."
"Huh? Ooooh, yes."
He turned her around, away from the bed and eased her back.
"Lift up your long train," Frank said. "Bare your pretty little ass."
She did that without thinking. Colette was getting used to taking orders. And Frank pushed so that she stumbled, sitting down hard in her husband's lap. She cried out as his upraised cock speared her in the ass. The anger and the strange excitement of watching his bride cum again and again had made his prick aching hard.
Colette tried to leap up, but Frank pressed his large hands on her shoulders and pushed her down. Her asshole was still slick with cum from having been fucked and Rob's cock sank into her smoothly as she was forced to sit down on his prick.
"Unnngh," she raged, furious.
"How do you like the heat of my cock up your ass?" Rob hissed in her ear.
"It hurts!"
"I thought it wasn't big enough to please you," he taunted.
"Too big to sit on like this," she gulped, wincing with both from pain and humiliation.
"My brothers and me don't usually share our prizes," Frank said. "But you women have been so shitty to these guys."
"Yeah, I think it's only right they get to join in the fun," Jesse agreed. He found the key and unlocked Rob.
His bride still sat on his lap, squirming uncomfortably, impaled by his cock. With his hands free, he reached his arms around her and found her firm tits.
"Remember all the rotten things you said?" Rob sneered, pinching one nipple with each hand.
"Nnnnooo!"
"Well, I do! Every word! And you're going to eat them all, you bitch!"
"Hungh, stop it. You're hurting my nipples and burning my ass." Pinching her tits roughly made her squirm and ream herself on his cock.
Fabrianne was still swinging around in circles, dizzy and blinded. She winced when she heard her daughter's cries of torment, but there was nothing she could do.
"Can I have my wife for a while?" Rob asked Frank.
"Be my guest. Whatever you've got in mind, she's got it coming." The huge man stepped aside as Rob pushed up out of the chair.
Colette stood up howling, pushed from behind. His cock wrenched inside her like a pry bar trying to break the slender wall between asshole and cunt.
"You said you didn't want my cock anymore just because I had some fun fucking your mother. What about all the other guys you fucked, you slut?"
"There weren't all that many."
"How many?"
"Two or three."
"Bullshit! Your mother told me about more than that!" He rammed and twisted his cock into her ass from behind.
"Three or four, then. I don't remember!"
"Maybe ten? A dozen?" He demanded to know.
"Eight," she cried in a voice strained by her shame.
"And does that include me?"
"No, not yet."
Rob grunted and pushed her forward. Colette cracked her shins on the bed frame and sprawled across it on her face. Rob dove and went down with her, not letting his cock slip out of her ass.
"Eight, God damn you! That's almost a fucking baseball team!"
"I know. And. I was too ashamed to admit the truth," she sobbed.
He was counting them off. "One!" Rob rammed her hard in the ass. "Two!" Again, still harder. "Three!" He twisted the cock-root in her ass that time.
Colette screamed and shivered, wishing fervently that she'd never lied to the man she'd married – wishing, in fact, that she had never been born.