Broken Bride

“Me too,” I kiss him. “But you had to play hard to get.”

He chuckles. “It didn’t hurt you to wait, spoiled little girl that you are.”

“I haven’t been spoiled,” I pout, my nipples rubbing against his chest as we squirm into a mutually agreeable position on the couch. He lies on his back, holding me atop him as my legs spread naturally around his waist, the line of my sex lining up perfectly with the hard jutting rod of his cock. It’s a slow joining as I slide down and he pushes up inside me, the length of his cock piercing my wet desire with easy strokes.

“Oh god… oh fuck… oh Mark!”

I feel every muscle in my body relax as I let myself sink into this languid lovemaking, linked at both ends of our bodies, his kisses never ceasing as he cups my pink ass and pulls me up and down along the length of his long rod.

Angelo

Sir Digby Spencer is tied to a very expensive coffee table. I’ve taken the liberty of gagging him, much as he gagged Bobby, turnabout being fair play. I also have no intention of being disturbed before I am done with him.

I stand over my prey, feeling the old rush of power and joy. “I’m so glad you did this,” I tell him. “It’s been far too long since I’ve been able to truly be myself. I’m sure you know how it is, having young impressionable people around really takes the fun out of torture.”

Digby’s eyes widen. He makes a series of muffled sounds that do nothing to help him. There is no amount of begging that will stop what is going to happen from happening. Though I do enjoy the sound. It adds to the general ambiance.

“I told you to leave, once on the phone, and once in person. Never let it be said that Angelo Vitali doesn’t give warnings. Your problem is I’m all out of warnings. Bobby, how’s that lamp going?”

“I’ve got it open,” Bobby says. “I’m just getting it… there. How’s that?”

I check his work, and find it perfect. It’s not so much a lamp now. It’s more of a cord with two open electrodes on it.

“See, the current has been stepped down just enough not to kill you,” I tell Digby. “Now I know that takes some of the surprise out of it, but I think you’ll still be quite shocked. Take his pants down, Bobby.”

Bobby obliges, hacking away at Digby’s very expensive trousers with a box cutter until his cock and balls are exposed, flaccid and pale. He makes a wild moaning sound, like the trapped animal he is.

“If you’re going to come for me, Digby, you need to come harder and faster. You need to come prepared,” I tell him, lowering the electrodes toward those sensitive parts of his anatomy.

ZAP!

There’s a particular scream a man emits when he is terrified, in pain, and deeply aroused. I hear it emerging from Digby within seconds of applying current.

“Tilly is mine,” I growl.

“Ours,” Bobby corrects me. “Tilly is ours.”

I glance over at my boy. He is so determined. The intimacy between him and Tilly was not planned on my part, but now that I consider it more deeply, why should she not be shared? Perhaps, all this time, it wasn’t Bobby who was bad at sharing. It was me.

Huh. What a fun little revelation.

Bobby cranks the bindings a little tighter and makes sure the tourniquet around Digby’s leg is in place so he doesn’t bleed out before we are done with him. I apply the electrodes again. And again. And again.

Some people might do this to try to extract information from a man, but of course, torture never leads to reliable information. It is fun, though.

At some point, the captive lord’s howls turn into what sound suspiciously like laughter. That’s not what I’m going for at all. I wonder if I have broken him completely already, if his English resolve has crumbled under my brutality and turned to madness.

“What’s that, Digby?” I pull the gag out of his mouth so I can hear whatever is making him laugh like a maniac. If I've broken him this quickly, it’s a new personal record.

“There are men on the way, to take Matilda home. And you’re standing here playing with my dick. You’re so easily distracted, Angelo.”

“Oh dear,” I say. “There’s someone with her, you know.”

“One man against mine? He doesn’t stand a chance.”

* * *

Tilly

“I’m coming… I’m coming… I’m cominggg….”

I am coming on Mark’s cock for a second time, his seed soaking my pussy, my cunt grinding against him, clit finding the hard ridge of his pubic bone as I ride my new lover with all the energy I have to spare after the sweat soaked mutual ravaging we have enjoyed.

WARNING! A voice emerges from the walls. INTRUDER ALERT!