Marnie's Man (MF/MF)

[Larrykooper2]

(This is my First story here. I hope you enjoy!)

Marnie's eyes shot daggers into her husband. 'Look at me. Look at me, you coward.' No amount of willpower on her part would cause him to raise his head. 'Look at him just sitting there, so subdued. Head bowed in shame. You were supposed to protect me!'

How embarrassed he must be. How embarrassed she was. Embarrassed both for him, and of him. Well, one of them had to keep their chin raised. Show a little dignity in the face of these terrible circumstances.

Her show of dignity, or maybe defiance would be a better term, as any hope of dignity was all but gone at the moment, took some effort. Raising her chin added an additional strain on the tight leather strap that ran around the back of her head, causing it to press firmly into her cheeks as the giant red ball slid further back into her mouth. A pool of saliva that had been leaking out her lower lip began to slide backwards towards her throat, threatening to choke her if she didn't swallow hard.

She surveyed her ransacked bedroom in dismay. Already her dressing table had been stripped of all of its valuable contents. She didn't have much in the way of expensive jewelry, but a few antique broaches and necklaces that she had acquired from her grandmother would probably be worth a fair amount of money to the right dealer. Her makeup collection contained a small fortunes worth of unopened beauty products. She could never pass up the opportunity to add to it whenever a hot new line came out. Yes, it was a problem, but it's not like her coward husband ever said anything about it.

She spared him another furious glance. What a pathetic sight. He remained still, seated on his knees wearing only a pair of blue boxers, his 40 year old gut spilling out over top of them. His head remained bowed in submission. Just like her, his hands were bound together behind his back with zipties. A pair of her pantyhose secured his arms to his chest, and a large red ball gag was strapped tightly into his mouth. The stubble of his unshaven face, no shorter than the remaining hairs on his balding head, poked out around the leather strap as it bit into his bulging cheeks. Expecting the man to give them more trouble, their captors had taken the extra effort to stuff a pair of Marnie's dirty panties into the unlucky lump's mouth, followed quickly by the ball gag. 'I hope he enjoys his final taste of me,' she thought.

Shifting her gaze from the pathetic sight, she peered out the bedroom door, just in time to see the two men who had subdued them carrying her tv past the open doorway. For a moment she caught her own reflection in the dark screen. A disconcerting sight.

Her short, blonde hair hung in messy curls around her face. A face that was damp with sweat and drool, but, to her grim satisfaction, not damp with tears. Her pearly white teeth were showing beneath her parted lips, her mouth pulled almost into a snarl by the strain of her gag. Her red lipstick, which she had been just about to remove when the commotion started, matched the red of the ball almost perfectly.

Her heaving breasts were supported elegantly by her lacey light blue bra, raised up more than normal by the position of her ziptied hands, as well as the pantyhose bound directly beneath them. Her sheer matching light blue nighty hung open in the front, baring all to her captors. Luckily it draped all the way down to her calves, hiding her bottom, which was clad only in a light blue thong.

"Don't even think about it, bitch." The harsh feminine voice came from their current guardian. The short, lean young woman was clad in all black and wore a ski mask, with a dark ponytail escaping from a hole cut into the back. She fingered a stun gun, the kind women carried in big cities for protection. The kind Marnie's husband convinced her she would never need. The kind she should have bought long ago.

The young woman inched between Marnie and the door, as the muscular men moved out of view with another of her valuable possessions. Marnie watched out of the corner of her eye as her husband lifted his head just an inch to see what the commotion was about, before quickly dropping his gaze back to the floor.

The young woman smirked beneath her mask. "I guess you both respond to bitch, huh?" Her hips swayed as she slinked seductively towards her cowering captive. "You can be my bitch tonight."

Marnie watched in disgust as the young woman spun around, planting her tight ass right in front of her husband's nose! Slowly she began to gyrate her hips, inching backwards until it appeared that her bottom was going to swallow his face.

Kneeling before the foot of the bed, her husband had nowhere to go. Marnie watched as his balding head was forced backwards into the edge of the mattress. The stubble on his face rubbed coarsely against the rough denim of the young woman's tight black jeans. A thick wad of drool was forming around the red ball in his mouth, catching on the woman's pants as she increased the speed of her movements.

Marnie's eyes followed a line of drool as it fell from his mouth down to his boxers. She watched with disgust as the shorts slowly began to grow tighter, coming to an ever increasing point in the front. So, he wasn't completely dead down there after all.

She glowered at him, silently daring him to make eye contact with her. His eyes remained firmly shut as his head continued to be smothered between the mattress and the tight young ass.

The you woman turned her head to sneer at Marnie. "You jealous, babe? Looks like your man favors the younger women." She undid her belt as she gloated, slipping her jeans down slowly to reveal her smooth bubble butt, contained only by a hot pink thong that was all but swallowed by her swaying cheeks.

Marnie watched her husband's eyes open at the new, smooth sensation, before quickly clamping shut again. The bulge in his boxers grew larger.

Marnie rolled her own eyes. This bitch could have him, for all she cared. Let her find out the hard way, or rather not so hard way...

The provocative scene was cut short by an urgent, hushed voice from the doorway. "Pink, what are you doing?!" The larger of the two men stood towering in the doorframe. Marnie knew it was a trick of the shadows, but he seemed to be larger than the door itself. Tall, muscular, and domineering, it was clear that he was the man in charge here.

"Relax, Blue. I'm just giving him something to remember." The young woman sliked forward toward the hulking figure, sliding her jeans back up and over her cheeks, leaving Marnie's husband panting and drooling behind her. "You should try having some fun yourself sometime. Maybe it would lighten you up a bit."

He glared down at her, but Marnie was sure that she saw his eyes flick towards her a couple of times, if only briefly. Her husband's muffled pants filled in the silence. She could see his boxers were still bulging. Pathetic.

Marnie looked up at the domineering male captor, just in time to see him quickly shift his gaze off of her. There was no denying it this time, he had certainly been taking a good look.

A wad of drool began to form at the bottom of Marnie's gag as she stared upward at the giant. Though she couldn't be certain, she believed that this was the partner who had initially subdued her. He had been firm, yet gentle. She was bound tight enough to be helpless, yet not so tight that she would lose circulation. He had made her his prisoner, his captive, his... slave, if he wanted her to be.

Pink snickered as the drool slid down to Marnie's chest. "Look at her. She's lubing up her tits for you. Go have some fun while I help Green finish loading up their stuff." She gave the man a playful shove in Marnie's direction as she slipped out the doorway behind him.

Marnie should have been terrified. Bound and helpless, and almost completely exposed, this man could do whatever he wanted with her. Oh, how long had it been since a man had had his way with her... She glanced at her husband, still panting next to the bed. If that pathetic bastard could get some attention...

She turned her gaze upward at her captor. He met her eyes, before quickly shifting his gaze downwards. The turmoil was clear, even behind the mask she could see his carnal desires coming into direct conflict with his moral compass. Well, what moral compass a robber could have. Still, robbery was one thing. This was another type of crime entirely. But was it a crime if it was solicited?

Marnie glanced again toward her husband. The coward, who had allowed her and himself to be overpowered without a fight. The fool who never stood up to even her anymore, never put her in her place when she was being unreasonable, never took what he wanted from her, who let her do whatever she wanted while consequentially leaving her deeply unsatisfied.  

What was he, compared to the hulking brute who stood over her? The masculine powerhouse who had subdued and conquered her. A man who wasn't afraid to use his power to exert his will, yet could maintain a modicum of self control when it came to taking advantage of her. Well, it was her turn to take advantage. She would seize this opportunity to take something that she desperately wanted, no, needed, and she would do it right in front of the man who had been unknowingly denying it to her for years.

Jutting her chin in the air, Marnie threw back her shoulders, heaving her luscious breasts upwards. She let a soft, muffled moan escape from around her gag as she batted her long-lashed eyes at her captor.

He stepped forward, cautiously, as Marnie continued to thrust her chest upwards and back down, her boobs barely remaining contained inside her baby blue bra as they bounced and jiggled.

A few cautious steps further, and he was close enough for Marnie to make contact. Leaning forward, she nuzzled her face against his groin. She worked her head up and down, slowly sliding the silicone gag along the ever growing bulge in his pants. Trails of drool left a dark wet stain around his zipper.

He reached down, and with a jerk that caused Marnie to gasp, pulled the large red ball out of her mouth. The wet gag had no trouble sliding over her chin and down her neck, coming to rest neatly between her heaving breasts.

"Do you want this?" His voice was a mix of excitement and apprehension, as if he couldn't believe this was really happening to him.

Marnie shot a glance towards her husband. He stared intently at the floor. The bulge in his boxers had disappeared entirely. He never could hold it long. Facing back up to the bulge in front of her, she nodded as she wet her already soaked lips with her tongue. To the victor go the spoils.

She could see he was still not convinced. Even as he unzipped his pants, he was still only at half mast. He stood awkwardly over her, still unsure of his captive's true intentions as he exposed himself to her.

She had to meet him halfway, almost falling from her perch on her knees as she leaned forward to take him in between her red lips.

It only took a few tugs of her head to get him fully there. He stiffened inside her mouth as the rest of his body relaxed.

Marnie worked him as she had never worked a man before. She rocked gently on her knees as she slid him nearly into her throat, before easing him back out and sliding her tongue down to his sack, which she gently closed her lips around before working her way back up. Her heart leapt as he uttered gruff, involuntary moans.

She looked back to her husband, just in time to see him quickly shift his gaze from her to the floor. Oddly, the bulge had returned. 'Of course he likes seeing his wife being taken by another man.' Marnie managed a grimace with a bulging cheek. 'What is he getting hard for? Fat chance he's ever getting one of these again.'

She nearly gagged as a light slap stung her cheek, forcing her current mouthful deep into her throat as her head jerked back towards the task at hand. "Eyes on me, bitch. I'm your master now." 

Indeed he was. Marnie had never been so helpless, yet so powerful at the same time. She continued her task with a renewed vigor, praying that her husband was watching.

Back and forth she rocked, taking him as deep as she could, alternating her rhythm as she gradually increased her speed. By now the frenzy had worked her breasts free of her bra, and bounced freely exposed, still supported from beneath.

She sputtered and moaned as her nipples were suddenly in her captor's grasp. The way he worked them between his fingers... it had been years since she had felt anything like this.

He was throbbing now. She worked him slowly out of her mouth, tilting her chin up to caress his tip with her tongue. His sack rested on the ballgag which still hung against her neck. She could feel it trembling as she coaxed him into his climax.

He finished powerfully. Marnie squeezed her eyes shut as the warm ejaculate spilled across her face. She reveled in the sensation as she listened to his rough, satisfied panting. She had almost forgotten what this felt like.

She opened her eyes as he pulled away. He was reaching for something. A bath towel that hung over the closet doorknob. After wiping himself, he turned back to her. "No," she said, almost startled by her own demand. "Leave it."

She turned back to her husband. There was no hiding the bulge in his boxers. This time he didn't look away. He just stared at her, his eyes wide, though what he was feeling was anyone's guess.

Marnie didn't fight when her captor slid the ballgag gently up her neck and back into her open mouth. The runoff from her chin had added a familiar taste to it. He strapped it back into place behind her head, though she could swear it wasn't quite as tight as before. Maybe it was just the extra lubricant?

Her captor took an awkward step back, seeming to take in what had just happened for the first time. He glanced towards her husband, as if he had forgotten the man was there. The implication of what had just taken place began to dawn on his face. Even behind his mask, Marnie could see him working it out. He had just taken this man's wife, right in front of him.

The look her husband returned to the man held no malice. Shame, perhaps, or perhaps not. Either way, it was clear who the more powerful man in the room was. She had made it clear, and he had left his mark on her.

He seem just about to say something when a hushed tone interjected from just outside the bedroom door. "Blue, we've got everything we came for." Pink poked her head through the doorway. Her mask did little to hide a smirk when her eyes came to rest on Marnie. "It looks like you did, too." She turned back up to him. "Time to go."

With that, they were gone, leaving behind them a couple who would have a lot of things to talk through when they finally got their gags out. Luckily for both of them, that would be a while.

[YugoSK]

i liked this story! you managed to balance sexyness with the peril. can't wait to read more

[Larrykooper2]

i liked this story! you managed to balance sexyness with the peril. can't wait to read more

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