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 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