The Debt's Cost

The Debt's Cost

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Summary

A man discovers the cost of borrowing money from the wrong people, but it is not he who pays... but his wife

Summary

A man discovers the cost of borrowing money from the wrong people, but it is not he who pays... but his wife

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Submitted: May 25, 2015

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Submitted: May 25, 2015

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The house was dark when he walked in through the door, which was a little unusual. Jane was usually home a good hour or two before him so he had expected that dinner would be ready by the time that he got home like usual.

"Jane?" He called. His voice echoed into the empty house.

He walked through into the living room and glanced out the window. Jane's car was still parked in it's normal spot, every indication was that she should be here... But she wasn't. He was starting to get worried. Although he hadn't told her, he had started gambling again and his luck had run out when he was betting big. At the end of the night he had owed a lot of money to the kind of people you don't want to owe even a cent to. He was concerned that they had done something to his wife. Glancing around the room a piece of paper caught his eye. A small folded square of crisp white paper sat directly in the center of his coffee table.

"Watch TV" was all the note said. He noticed that the note was sitting directly on top of his TV remote.

He was confused, unsure about what was going on and nervous that something darker was waiting around the corner. Obediently he switched on the TV. White static filled the room with noise momentarily before the tv switched to what looked like a video feed.

What initially appeared to be some sort of tan wall resolved itself into an expanse of tan skin as the camera zoomed out. More detail came into focus and he realized that what he was seeing was breasts. Breasts that looked all too familiar. As he watched two hands clad in black latex gloves entered from the side of the shot carrying two small vials with long snaking tubes emerging from one end. From somewhere in the background a switch was flicked and the whirring of a mechanical engine like that of a small vacuum cleaner filled the air.

He watched as each vial was fitted carefully over a nipple, the supple flesh being pulled up into the glass vials, stretching and twisting under the vacuum's force. The breasts moved and bounced, as through their owner was trying to free herself from the vials forceful embrace.

 

Muffled cries occurred from off screen and the camera panned up. Although he has been expecting it, given what led up to it, he still jumped when he saw her face. A red ball gag had been shoved into her mouth, spreading her jaws and reducing her cries to muffled grunts. Jane squirmed and writhed, but her restraints held her fast. She looked imploringly into the camera. Her eyes were glazed, and it was as though she had been given a powerful narcotic.

"She has already cum more than 50 times so far." a voice said from off screen. "I am not sure how many orgasms a body can take, but it will probably be fun to find out..."

"Let her go you bastards!" he cried, forgetting that he was at home and this was a recorded feed.

"If you pay us before midnight tonight we will let her go, she will have nothing but a sore pussy and a good time to remember us by." The voice continued, undisturbed by his outburst. "If we don't hear from you by then... Well lets just say I have always wanted to see what happens when the machine is cranked up to full..."

He glanced at the clock, it was 7'o clock, if they were telling the truth he had five hours to pay them...

The video continued unabated. The camera shifted angles and panned down to show the machine currently stationed between her legs. Her legs had been strapped down to a metal chair, keeping her legs spread wide and her pussy exposed. A machine with a long, thick dildo attached to the end pumped in and out of her pussy at a steady rate. As he watched he could tell that she was cumming again, her muscles constricted spasmodically and she strained against her bonds, her muffled cries filling the air again. The machine continued on, indifferent to her enjoyment at its touches.

He found himself getting aroused, her cries filled the air in the quiet house. He would make the call and save her, but first he would enjoy the show for a little longer...

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