Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Facade
Title: In Servitutem Redigo
Part: Chapter 1
Summary: A family is taken by a man they don't even know.  The wife and
husband must appease him in order to protect their daughter.
Keywords: MF, nc, reluc, cuckold, Mdom, humil, rough, piv, oral

   In Servitutem Redigo

   ****************************** NOTE: This is the first installment of
the series.  Sex doesn't happen for a while in this chapter, but I think
its important to establish some of the characters before sex gets involved
because a lot of the kink comes from it.  This chapter is also VERY vanilla
compared to the shit I have in store for these characters.

   ******************************

   Prologue Mark Harper lived the American dream.  After graduating high
school he made his own way in life.  The family he came from didn't have a
lot to offer Mark for his future.  His parents had married at the ages of
18 for his mother and 25 for his father.  His mother had simply been a stay
at home mom who had done her best to raise Mark, and his father had been an
insurance salesman who earned enough to keep the family comfortable.  Mark,
just as his parents wanted for him, got more than they ever had for his own
family.  He went to college and got a degree in international accounting,
and used it to get a job with a company specializing in imported furniture.
Over the years he worked hard and moved up in the company until he was
making a very respectable salary.

   At the age of twenty eight, Mark finally met the woman he would marry.
Her name was Katherine, and in his eyes, she was perfect.  Katherine worked
with the wife of one of Mark's friends, in the PR department.  She was
twenty five when they met and while she was not drop-dead gorgeous she had
her own something that made Mark's breath catch in his throat.  The first
time Mark saw her was at a small get-together at their mutual friends'
house and immediately hit it off.  She had dark, brown hair which she kept
long; it cascaded down her past her shoulders to the small of her back in a
smooth, silky waterfall.  Her brown eyes seemed to Mark to be
incomprehensibly deep.  Her face was round at the cheeks and came to a dull
point at her chin which gave her an adorable, girlish presentation.  Once
Mark managed to break his eyes away from her face they began to wander
down. He followed her neck down past her shoulders to her C cup breasts. 
They were big enough to draw their fair share of attention but small enough
that they looked like they'd have perk to them.  Her hips were wide, with
an ass that had some plump to it.

   By now Katherine had caught Mark staring, and had began returning the
favor.  Mark was tall; at six feet he cut a decent figure among the crowd.
His shoulders were impressively broad for his frame.  He wore his sandy
blonde hair in a tussle, which when combined with his blue eyes made him
look like a surfer boy who had just left shore.

   When Mark realized he had been caught, and that she was staring back, he
began to walk over.  Katherine fought to seem calm, not knowing that Mark
himself was barely keeping the butterflies in the pit of his stomach under
control.  After pleasantries were exchanged they began to find that
conversation came easily to them.  Katherine found herself caught up in how
when Mark smiled he would bring one corner of his mouth up slightly further
than the other and tilt his head.  Mark couldn't get enough of her laugh,
soft yet staccato.  By the end of the night they had plans for the next
Friday; by the end of the month they knew they were committed to each
other.

   The first time they slept together was the best night Mark had had in
his life.  The way Katherine would grip him with her things and squeeze, as
if she couldn't stand to lose contact, as if should she let up he might
escape.  When she climaxed her finger nails dug sharply into his back as
her body stiffened against him.  The sultry yet satisfied look in her eyes,
surrounded by that innocently girlish face, with her long hair in complete
disarray...it was a scene that Mark would come to live for.

   Mark and Katherine had been dating for seven months when he proposed to
her.  Katherine, overjoyed, barely managed to get a yes out through her
choked back tears.  In another six months, the two were finally going to
become husband and wife.  They kept the ceremony small, perhaps a hundred
or a hundred and fifty guests.  The two had never been happier.

   They had their fights, of course.  No couple is perfect.  Katherine
would become upset at the hours Mark worked.  Mark insisted that the extra
money that he made was worth it; they could save it, he argued, to help
with their kid.  This perhaps wasn't Mark's best move, as Katherine wasn't
sure if she wanted kids.  Who would stay home with them?  Even with both
their salaries, they couldn't afford a full time nanny and she didn't think
it would be fair to their kid anyways.  This was their most serious area of
conflict, but they would butt heads over all manner of small issues too. 
That, however, is just marriage.

   When they had been married for a little over two years the couple's
largest argument stopped being abstract.  Katherine was pregnant.  Mark was
terrified, but ecstatic.  Katherine was in a state of pure panic.  After
many late nights full of crying, hugging, talking, and arguing Katherine
made the decision to keep the child.  She would leave her work once the
baby was born and would stay home to raise it.  Mark had never thought more
of her.

   Any reservations Katherine had had about her decision were washed away
the day their daughter, Heather, was born.  There, in her arms, was a
physical manifestation of everything she felt for Mark; it was their love
made carnate.  For Mark, it was the happiest day of his life.  All he had
wanted for so long was a family.  Now he had a daughter with a woman who
was better than he had any right to have hoped for.

   The family would have fights.  There would be strife and hardships and
struggle.  There was also stability and love and pride.  On balance, the
family was happy.



   Chapter One Travis reclined the driver's seat of the van back a little
further; he had been in the car for forty five minutes already and was
getting a little uncomfortable.  Groaning to himself, he moved the seat
back up to its original position.  He had to stay focused.  Today was the
day, the day that everything hinged on.  Today he had to be on point.

   Half a block down the street, Heather Harper, now fourteen years old,
walked out of her house and headed towards her dad's car.  She had gotten
her mother's dark brown hair which she wore cut to her shoulders with long
bangs.  She had something of her mother's heart shaped face too, and she
still had some baby fat sitting on her cheeks as well.  She had managed to
get her fathers blue eyes though, which in her had become a dark blue.  She
stood at 5'1" and a hair over 100 lbs.  Her arms and legs were skinny and
her figure was boyish, but her boobs were just starting to come in, giving
her an A cup which she was equal parts proud and self-conscious of.

   Her father walked out of the door after her carrying his coffee and a
stack of loose leaf printer paper which seemed very important to him.  Mark
was now forty five years old.  He had developed what looked like a small
beer belly, and there were noticeable wrinkles forming on his cheeks.  His
sandy blonde hair was cut much shorter now and the first gray hairs were
making themselves known.

   Mark turned around and kissed Katherine goodbye, before speaking quickly
with her and then hurrying after his daughter to the car.  Katherine looked
after them for a moment then moved to head back inside.  She looked good
for forty two, all things considered.  She wore that straight, brown hair
of hers down to her shoulder blades now instead of to her back.  There were
some wrinkles at the corner of her eyes and lips, but she still had that
girlishly heart shaped face.  Her tits had begun to sag some but maintained
enough shape to keep them looking good.  Most of the weight she had gained
went below her hips.  Her thighs and calves were thick, and her ass had
gotten noticeably bigger since the birth of her daughter.

   When Katherine shut the door after her, Travis closed his eyes and
breathed in carefully.  His nerves were going crazy.  Maybe, he thought to
himself, he could wait a couple more weeks.  That would give him more time
to plan, more time to get ready.

   Travis shook his head.  No.  It had to be today.  It had to be now. 
Mark would be picking Heather up from school because Katherine had a
doctor's appointment to be at, which was critical to the success of the
plan.  If Katherine had to pick Heather up, then he would either need to
make his move with both Heather and Katherine in the house or risk letting
Katherine out in public after revealing himself.  No.  He had to do this
now.

   Travis had been watching the Harpers for nearly five months now.  Not
ever day, of course, but commonly enough.  He had gotten an idea of when
Mark worked, when Heather was at school, how frequently Katherine left the
house.  After he was sure enough of their schedules that he felt safe that
one wouldn't come home he had sneaked into their house and installed a
simple spyware software on their computers.  After that it was easy to keep
track of and get to know them.

   Travis had first noticed Katherine at her daughters school.  He had been
picking up his nephew as a favor to his sister.  Katherine and Mark had
both been there that day, perhaps to talk to a teacher, and it was obvious
to Travis that these two were very close.  Travis found Katherine to be
extremely attractive as it was; knowing that she had a husband who loved
her, and who she loved back, made him want her all the more.

   Starting up the van, Travis pulled a little further down the street
until he was in front of the Harpers' house and then backed up into their
driveway.  He got out of the van and then walked straight up to the front
door.  It wasn't locked, he hadn't expected it to be, and so he strolled
right into the house.  Further back in the house Travis could hear the
shower running.  He quickly locked the door behind him then went down the
hall to his right until he reached Katherine and Marks master bedroom.

   The room's door was positioned just a little over from the corner, which
meant that the door couldn't be made flush with the wall.  Travis
positioned himself in the corner so that when the door opened it would hide
him.

   It was another twenty minutes before the shower turned off and Travis's
nerves were getting shot.  A few minutes after that was when he heard
Katherine finally coming down the hall.  When she opened the door Travis
tensed up.  What if the door hit him when it opened?  He would be
completely screwed.  She would see him, then scream, and it would all be
over.  The door didn't hit him though and just as it was supposed to it
blocked the corner off from the rest of the room.  Katherine dropped the
towel off of her and began looking through her closet for what she would
wear today.

   This was it.  Travis slowly pushed the door back, which he had oiled up
last week just so it would be quiet for this exact moment, until he had a
straight line of sight to Katherine.  He lunged, wrapped his hand around
her mouth, and pulled her into him.  Katherine screamed, but Travis managed
to muffle enough of it with his grip.

   "Be quiet.  I'm not here to hurt you, I'm not here to rob you, but you
need to be quiet" he said through gritted teeth.  "Be.  Quiet!  Do you
understand me?  I'm not here to hurt you!".

   Katherine was starting to stop her screaming but was beginning to
hyperventilate.  She was clearly in a state of absolute panic.  She briefly
thought about fighting back, kicking and thrashing, but then she looked in
the mirror in front of her and saw the man who had her.

   Travis was 6'5" and weighed just under 200 pounds.  He had short black
hair, a strong jawline, and higher than normal cheekbones.  His eyes were a
dark, forest green, and they were as calloused as his hands.  Travis was
musclebound, fit, and strong.  There was nothing that Katherine could do
and she knew it.  Maybe he wasn't lying to her.  Maybe he didn't want to
hurt her.  She would have to hope so, because if he wanted to there was
nothing she could do to stop him.

   She had begun shaking a little but her breathing was slowing.  "Are you
collected now?", Travis asked her.

   Katherine could only nod her head in response.

   "Ok, I'm going to let go of you then.  If you freak out or make noise
you're going to force my hand but really I just want to talk with you. 
Once we do talk you'll realize you have no reason to scream anyways. 
Understood?".

   Katherine shook her head in agreement once more.

   Still shaking, Katherine was released from Travis's grasp.  She turned
around and for the first time saw the man face to face.  The mirror hadn't
lied to her.  She was no match for this man.  Hell, if Mark had been home
she didn't know if he could have taken this man either.  Mark had been a
good athlete, strong, but he wasn't in his prime anymore.  This man didn't
look a day over thirty.

   "I'm going to say something now, and its going to scare you, but you
need to understand that you can't allow yourself to lose control.  I need
to know you understand what I mean."

   Katherine nodded, then, realizing she could talk again, meekly replied
"Ok.  Just say it."

   "I have your daughter." Katherine was struck absolutely still.  He had
her daughter?  Her daughter?  But...hadn't Heather just gone to school with
Mark?  There was no way this man could have gotten her from Mark...not if
Mark was still ok.  Was Mark ok?  He never, never, would have let this man
take Heather.  He'd have died first.  Tears began to well up in Katherine's
eyes.  Her world began spinning around her and her thoughts raced past her
far to quickly to understand.  Everything was falling apart.

   Seeing how she was reacting, Travis quickly offered up "Shes fine of
course, and so is your husband.  He has no idea." That was a relief to
Katherine, of course, but the panic was not subsiding.  This man had her
daughter.  He had Heather.

   Travis, of course, didn't actually have Heather.  There was no way that
Katherine could know that though, and that's what he was playing off of. 
Moving a drugged body into the van would have been suspicious at best.  He
wanted her to come along willingly.

   "I need you to follow me.  I have a car parked outside.  If you come
with me I can take you to her." he offered.  "I promise you that."

   The last thing she wanted to do was anything that this man said to. 
What choice did she have though?  Even if she could fight him off, get
away, get Mark or the police...what assurance was there he would give up
where Heather was?  The kind of man who kidnaps a child is a psychopath. 
He might not care at all about going to prison.  No, she had to play along
for now and hope that Mark would be able to do something while her hands
were tied.

   "Ok." she rasped.  Her voice showed just how close to a complete
collapse she was.  Truthfully, it was strange that she hadn't completely
lost it already.  Perhaps it was all just so much that it hadn't quite sunk
in yet exactly the kind of hell she was being thrown into.  "Please just
take me to Heather."

   "I will.  You have my word on that.  Right now that might mean less than
nothing to you, but you'll see that when I say something I mean it." Travis
wasn't entirely sure that was true.  He'd like to think so but then again
he was lying to her at the moment.  He supposed they would just have to
see.

   Together Katherine and Travis walked to the van.  Travis had Katherine
sit in one of the back seats where she couldn't be seen through the driver
or passenger side windows.  With Katherine beginning to silently sob,
Travis started up the van and drove away from the Harpers' residence for
what would be the first time that day.

   * * * *

   When Mark dropped Heather off at the house after school she said goodbye
then ran up to the door, excited to have the house to herself.  When she
closed the door and turned around though she saw Travis sitting at the
kitchen table eating a lunch he had just made for himself.

   "Hey there, I'm Travis," he said.  "You're Heather right?"

   "Yeah, what are you doing in the house?" she asked.  She was obviously
disappointed to not have the house to herself and more than a little
cautious of the man sitting in her living room.

   "Well your mom had a doctor's appointment and she wanted me to bring you
over to see her.  Shes ok, don't worry, but she wants you there."

   "Who are you?  Why would my mom send you?"

   "Me and your mom are friends, but your dad and I aren't very good
friends.  Don't you have friends who you like but they don't like each
other?  That's kind of like how your mom feels about me and your dad. 
That's why we've never met before." This was a somewhat risky explanation,
because telling her that her dad didn't like him could seriously backfire.
It would lay down track for later though where he would need her to think
her mother trusted him, so he thought it was worth this risk.

   After a moment Travis could see Heather physically relax a little more.
"Yeah, I get that.  Where is my mom?"

   Travis thanked God that this was going so smoothly.  The kid was the
hardest variable to control.  Heather was a pretty well behaved, trusting
girl though.  Maybe when she was a little older that teenage angst would
kick in more but for now it didn't seem to have.

   "Her doctor's not that far away.  I can drive you over right now if you
want, or if you're hungry I can make you something to eat first."

   Heather hadn't eaten since lunch, so after Travis made her a sandwich
they got in his van and left the house for the second time.

   * * * *

   When Mark came home, he didn't even have time to turn around after
shutting the door before he dropped to the ground.  Travis had decided that
he couldn't trust Mark not to react violently and that just tazing him from
the start was the best option.

   With Mark trying to both work through the pain and come to terms with
what was even happening it wasn't terribly difficult for Travis to get into
a position to hold Mark down.  A quick syringe later and Mark was done
writhing.  The ketamine would keep him sedated for a long time.

   Travis dragged Mark, with great difficulty, into the garage where he had
parked the van.  Maybe he shouldn't have chosen this route.  Moving Mark
around was proving to be more of a work out than he had even guessed.

   After a lot of effort, Travis got Mark into the back of the van.  A
short break and a glass of water later and Travis was driving away from the
house for the third and final time.

   * * * *

   When Mark came to he shot straight up, or tried to at least.  His arm
wouldn't follow the rest of his body and tugged him back down, with great
pain to his wrist.  Looking at his arm, Mark came to realize he was
handcuffed to an iron ring set into a concrete wall.

   Mark began to take stock of the room.  It was concrete and iron rings
like the one he was handcuffed to were interspaced along the walls, on the
floor, and on the ceilings.  The room was maybe seven feet high and 10 by
10 feet on the floor.  The only door into the concrete cell was metal,
probably steel from the look of it.  Mark was lying down on a cot about two
feet up the wall to the left of the door.

   Then Mark noticed Katherine on a cot on the other side of the cell.  He
tried to call out her name but choked on the gag that had been fitted over
him.  The noise caused Katherine to turn around.  It was obvious that she
had been crying.  She too was chained to the wall and gagged.  She locked
eyes with Mark.  Those eyes were desperate.  They seemed to plead.  Help
me, please, they whimpered.  They were the eyes of someone who couldn't
even comprehend what was happening to them.

   Those eyes broke Mark's heart.  He tried to make his say back to her,
"Its going to be all right.  We'll get through this.  We'll get out of
this. I love you." He wasn't sure whether or not he had gotten that across
or if his eyes had betrayed just how lost he was feeling.

   Suddenly, the cell's door swung outward and Travis stepped into the
room. He shut the door behind him, walked to the other end of the small
cell, then turned around to address Mark and Katherine.  Mark stared
bullets at Travis with nothing short of sheer hatred and cold, violent
intent.  Katherine returned Travis's gaze with a look of terror and a hint
of what might have been defeat.

   "I'm sorry for the handcuffs.  As you'll understand in a moment there is
no reason you need to be handcuffed.  If you had done something stupid
before I could explain that to you though it would have been unfortunate,
so I decided this was a good safety precaution.  I also apologize for the
gag.  I'm willing to bet you are both quite upset at the moment and I
couldn't have you interrupting me before I properly explain what is going
on here."

   Mark spat what was most likely "fuck you" through his gag.

   Travis shot a look of absolute malice at Travis.  The shift in demeanor
was so sudden that Travis bit back his anger.  Maybe it wasn't the best
idea to provoke this man right now.  Mark would wait.

   "Now," Travis returned back to his somewhat reserved demeanor.  "I know
your name is Mark, and yours Katherine.  It'd be rude of me not to
introduce myself.  My name is Travis and it is a great pleasure to finally
meet you.  You don't need to know much more about me though.  More
important to you is that you learn more about this cell and your situation
within it.

   "You are obviously both familiar with your cots.  That is where you will
sleep.  In the far corner on Mark's side of the room is the toilet, and in
Katherine's corner is the shower head.  I will provide food and toiletries
each day for your use, so don't worry about that.  You'll also notice the
cameras in the corners.  They have a full view of the cell.  The camera's
are, as is probably obvious, inside of cages just in case you come to
resent them.  It's also worth it for you to know that this cell is sound
proofed, underground, hidden, and out of the way.  You will not be heard.
You will not be found.  I wouldn't waste time thinking about that.

   "Earlier I told you that there was no need for you to be handcuffed. 
Now that you've become acquainted with your living conditions I will tell
you why.  As Katherine already knows, and as you might suspect Mark, I have
your daughter." At this, Katherine sobbed quietly into her gag while Mark
merely further steeled himself.

   "I have not hurt her and I do not intend to hurt her.  She is in a room
on the other side of the hall which is completely unlike this one.  She has
a real bed, wallpaper, things to entertain her...its an all together better
arrangement to be honest.  I wouldn't worry about her.

   "However, the doors to your and her cells are magnetically locked. 
These locks are controlled by a computer near the exit from this small
'compound'.  Only I know the password.  If the wrong password gets entered,
even off by a typo, your daughter's door will seal.  It will only allow a
retry on the password when your cell door is locked, both cots register
your body weights, and I provide a voice pattern to the terminal.  Absent
that, you can't leave, and your daughter will slowly waste away as she
starves to death.  Please nod if you now understand why I do not need to
handcuff you."

   Katherine nodded weakly, eyes downcast.  Mark was still for a moment,
before he too nodded.

   "Good.  I'm going to keep the handcuffs on you Mark for just a little
longer, as well as your gag.  It's not that I think you're too stupid to
understand what is happening here, but you might be too emotional to follow
what you know to be good decisions." With that Travis stood up and walked
over to Katherine.  He leaned over her and unlocked her handcuffs, then
removed her gag.  "You've got to be feeling dirty.  Today's been an ordeal.
Why don't you take a shower?" he asked her.

   Katherine hesitated for a brief moment, not quite sure exactly what was
happening or what was expected of her.  She followed Travis's gaze to the
shower head in the corner.  "Yes, it has been.  I guess I'll take a
shower." Katherine's voice sounded like she was reading a script, but she
walked over to the shower nonetheless.  She turned the handle beneath the
shower head and water began to flow.  Taking a step back, Katherine reached
down to the blouse she was wearing and began to unbutton it.

   "You've got to be getting your clothes wet," Travis said to her. 
"That's no good at all.  Why don't you turn around and take a step over
here." In response, Katherine closed her eyes for a brief moment, exhaled
softly, then acquiesced.  She now stood a step in front of Travis, and
continued to hesitantly unbutton her blouse until it fell to the ground. 
Katherine just stared at the shirt, crumpled on the floor, knowing that
Travis was undressing the rest of her in his mind even as she tried to
delay taking the clothes off for real.

   Giving in once more to resignation, she hooked her fingers into the
waistline of her pants and began pushing them down.  She stepped out of
them and stood in front of Travis in nothing but her bra and panties.  She
wouldn't look at him.

   "Surely you can't mean to shower like that." Choking back tears, she
reached behind her back and unbuttoned her bra which fell to join her pants
and blouse in the pile at her feet.  Her breasts spilled out, showing that,
just as Travis had thought, they were surprisingly perky for her age.  With
one final relinquishment of her pride Katherine pushed her panties down and
stood fully naked in front of Travis and her husband.

   Travis let his eyes roam up and down Katherine's body.  Her waist flowed
incredibly well into her wide hips and ass giving her an alluring hourglass
figure.  Her legs might be larger than Travis would have preferred but her
upper body more than made up for it.  Her tits were incredible.  Solid C
cups, large enough to fit your hand over and still have some spill out but
small enough to keep their shape.  Travis's gaze focused on Katherine's sex
next; she had it trimmed, with just a little hair around her pubic bone.

   Travis now turned to look at Mark, who was looking at Katherine with
equal parts regret, sorrow, compassion, and lust.  When Mark noticed Travis
looking his way he returned the look with as much hatred as he could
muster.

   "The water should be perfectly fine by now.  Go ahead.  Step in."

   Katherine just nodded, keeping her gaze on the ground, and did as he
said.  She stepped under the water and then just continued to stand there.
Travis spent a little time just watching the water run over her, how it
would roll down her breasts, or the way it went down her side sticking to
the curves of her body.

   "Oh, of course," he said after a moment, "you need soap.  I don't know
what I was thinking." Travis propped the door open just a little and from
on the ground just next to the door brought in a bar of soap and a small,
hotel sized bottle of shampoo.  He handed both over to Katherine and then
sat down on her bunk.

   "Thank you," Katherine meekly said as she accepted them from Travis. 
She began to soap up her body and Travis drank it in.  When she shampooed
her hair, and went to rinse it, Travis never took his eyes off of her tits
as she arched back under the flow of water.

   When Katherine was done she looked over at Travis for what he wanted
next.  Travis simply nodded towards the shower handle, and taking the hint
Katherine turned the shower off.  Travis stood up again and went to grab a
towel from where he had grabbed the soap and shampoo.  As walked back
Katherine moved to grab the towel from him but he pushed her arm aside.

   "Let me." he said, "I insist." Travis moved behind her and used the
towel to dry off her backside, then her front side, lingering perhaps just
a little longer while drying her breasts and her pubis.  The whole time he
did this, Travis looked at Mark over Katherine's shoulder and Mark looked
back with murderous intent.  Katherine didn't move a muscle.

   When Katherine was dry, Travis set the towel down then grabbed her by
the shoulder's and spun her around to face him.  He looked her over one
more time then put his hands on her shoulder's again and pushed her down to
her knees.  He then brought his hand over to his pants and began unbuckling
them.

   When Katherine realized what was about to happen a look of horror
crossed over her face.  With tears once more welling in her eyes she looked
up to Travis and pleaded, "Please, please don't make me do this.  Please,
don't make me do this."

   Travis didn't stop.  He got his pants undone and pushed them down to his
ankles, revealing his underwear which was tented from his semi-hard
erection.

   "I took off my pants, you'll take off my boxers." Katherine sobbed once,
then realizing she had no choice reached up and hooked her fingers into his
boxers.  In one motion she pulled them down to his ankles, freeing his
penis, which now bobbed a few inches in front of her face.  It was almost
completely erect now and stood at six and a half inches.  It would reach a
little over seven when fully hard.

   Katherine looked up at Travis one last time, hoping he would let her out
of this, that he would find it in his heart to call this off.  "You know
what to do," was his only reply.  Katherine still hesitated.  Travis became
visibly upset, and in a tone that implied rage was barely hidden beneath
the surface said to her "Your daughter is in the other room, watching TV
right now.  If you want, we can find something else to occupy her time."
That broke her.  At that moment Katherine felt as if she had no choice,
because she didn't.  She would do anything for her daughter.

   Katherine turned her head to look at Mark and said, almost under her
breath, "I'm sorry." She then turned back and gingerly took the tip of
Travis's cock in her mouth.  She began circling her tongue around the head,
and brought a hand up to stroke the shaft and hold it steady.  Travis set
his hands on the back of her head as she continued to use it on his crotch.

   "That's not bad, but if you don't really get into this then I'm not sure
I can even count it," Travis told her.  In response she began taking more
of him into her mouth.  At first it was just a little bit past his head,
then it was around half his length, and finally she seemed to max out at
taking almost three-fourths of his cock down her throat.

   "Better," he said.  Fearing that maybe better wasn't good enough,
Katherine started flicking her tongue on the underside of his head every
time she brought her mouth back off of his shaft.

   "Oh God, your wife is an amazing cock sucker Mark.  I don't know how
much of this I can take before I cum down her throat." Mark couldn't seem
to decide if he needed to watch what was happening to his wife or if it was
more respectful not to.

   Travis gripped Katherine's hair in between his fists and begin pumping
his dick into and out of her mouth.  As he gained more force he managed to
get his entire seven inches length down her throat.  He would shove it into
her mouth and then hold her face tight against his crotch, and then throw
her head off of it to give her a second to gasp for breath before repeating
the process.  At some point she began to gag, which prompted Mark to try
and yell at Travis, but Travis ignored both of them.

   He continued to keep pumping his dick in and out of Katherine's face. 
He couldn't take his eyes off of the sight of his dick going in and out of
those thin lips on that cute, girlish face.  "Jesus Christ.  Hey, Mark. 
How do you feel about me skull-fucking your wife like this?" Mark offered
no reply.

   Suddenly, Travis pushed Katherine off his crotch.  She only had a second
or two in which to try and catch her breath before Travis grabbed hold of
her under her shoulders and pulled her up.  He then turned her around to
face Mark and bent her over.  Grabbing her by the hips, he began rubbing
his dick against her exposed slit.  "You're such a good cocksucker I almost
came down your throat before I got a chance to fuck you for real.  Thank
God I caught myself right?" Katherine only whimpered in response.  She
looked at Mark with nothing but shame in her eyes.

   Travis began pushing himself inside of Katherine then pulling out.  Each
push he got a little bit further inside of her, until pretty soon his
entire length was buried inside Katherine.  He started to pick up the pace
a little, pounding Katherine faster and faster.  Her ass would jiggle at
each connection between them with a meaty 'slap' sound as Travis fucked
her.

   Travis took his hands off her hips and grabbed her by the hair, pulling
her so that her back arched and he could pull her back onto his dick as he
continued to pound her.  Small sounds began to escape Katherine's lips as
Travis plunged his dick in and out of her pussy.  "Ugh...ugh...ugh..."
Katherine would say each time he slammed back into her.  The sounds of
impact slowly began to change.  They moved lower in her throat and lasted a
little longer each time, until soon she was moaning with each of Travis's
thrusts.  Katherine shut her eyes and focused on the feeling of Travis's
dick sliding in and out of her wet twat, on the fire that had been slowly
building inside her.  Then, completely against her will, she felt herself
lose control and succumb to climax.  "Ohhhh God yes, oh god, oh fuck!" she
cried, as her pussy clamped down on Travis's dick, soaking it in her
fluids.

   Travis was incredibly turned on by the fact that Katherine came as he
fucked her right in front of her husband.  It wasn't much longer before he
too climaxed.  He yanked her hair hard, pulling her crotch tight against
his as he shot his load inside of Katherine.  He took a moment to enjoy the
post-climax feeling and held Katherine tight against him before he let go
and allowed her fall to the ground.

   "Your wife is one hell of a slut Mark.  If it was you she was fucking,
I'd say you really know how to pick them, but...".  Travis gestured at
Katherine who was still on the floor, legs splayed, with just a little bit
of Travis's cum leaking out of her as it mixed with her own fluids. 
Katherine refused to look at either of them, shame and self-loathing clear
upon her face.

   Travis pulled up and buttoned his pants before saying, "Oh, and just so
you know, if I catch you two fucking, or anything else, on these cameras I
will make you and your daughter pay.  Katherine is mine now Mark.  Mine to
fuck, mine to use.  You've lost that privilege." With that Travis dropped
the key for Mark's handcuffs next to Katherine, turned around, and walked
out of the cell.  The last thing he heard as he locked the door behind him
was Katherine quietly sobbing.