Chaos - 5
by Cloivey (u_xsiteme@hotmail.com)


Chapter 11

"How do you want to do this Honey?" I asked reaching 
for her hand and sliding over on the couch in an effort 
to have her sit by me. 

A tear flowed down her cheek as she held my hand but 
remained standing. "I don't know... I don't know Brad," 
she whispered. This was surely the hardest and most 
humiliating thing I had ever done. I would rather have 
been kneeling in front of that queer with his dick in 
my mouth than doing this. 

"Baby, we have seven hours, we only need about $125 per 
hour, we can do this baby, we have to be strong, we 
have to do this." 

She said nothing. I closed my eyes and thought for a 
few moments, she let go of my hand and sat beside me. 
"Let's let them kill us Brad," she whispered. 

"What!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"I have seen a couple do it, they just started running 
and both of them were shot." 

"Melissa you can't be serious, you do not understand 
what you are saying." I turned to her and she lifted 
her eyes to mine. "Baby we are going to be with our 
family again, we are going to put things right back 
where they were before we left. What about the kids, 
please don't say that again," and I gently squeezed her 
hand. 

She looked deep into my eyes, almost pleading, "You 
don't know how they are going to treat me... you don't 
understand," now she was beginning to cry. 

"What do you mean baby? I am going to be right here," I 
tryed to calm her. 

Her eyes squinted and her temples bulged as she pulled 
her hand from mine. "Do you think this is the first 
goddamn time I have been here performing like an animal 
for these bastards Brad? Do you think this is the first 
time they have dressed me up and fucking rented me? I 
should have never done it... never... but I wanted to 
see you Brad, I wanted us to be together." 

She now laid her head on my shoulder and began to wail. 
"$30,000 dollars Brad, $30,000 I had to earn for that 
bastard before he said he would let me be with you." 
Jumping up she pointed at the smirking guard by the 
door. "Those fucking bastards didn't care how much I 
bled, or how much I cried, or what sick things they 
made me do... they never stopped anybody!" 

She lunged toward the guard, he grabbed her by the neck 
and held her at arms distance as she frantically 
flailed her arms at him. I jumped up to pull her away 
from the guard, but lightning fast, he drew his handgun 
with his left hand and pointed directly at me. "STOP!" 
he blurted. "SIT BACK DOWN BRAD!" he ordered in perfect 
English. 

"How the hell does he speak perfect English?" I thought 
as I backed toward the couch watching this man hold my 
flailing wife with one hand and pointing a gun at me 
with the other. As she began to tire, he pushed her to 
her knees in front of him. "I'm sorry...oh God I'm 
sorry," Melissa heaved as she wrapped her arms around 
his legs and pulled him tight. 

He now gazed down at her. "You have been bad haven't 
you Shorty?" he smiled down at her as he ran his hand 
over her head and placed the gun back in his holster. 

"Yes, I have been bad... and I am sorry, so sorry," she 
wept. 

"You want me make you feel better don't you Shorty?" he 
asked while stroking her hair. 

"Yes," she hissed. 

I sat in amazement as Melissa began unbuckling his 
pants and lowering his zipper, she pulled his limp dick 
out and put it in her mouth. "Good girl... ummmm, that 
is a good girl," he whispered as he put his hand behind 
her head and began slowly thrusting into her. 

I could hear the slurping and gurgling each time he 
pushed himself into her mouth. I was in shock, just 
sitting like a dazed idiot watching my wife suck a mans 
dick like there was no tomorrow. After a few moments he 
began to clinch his eyes shut and force Melissa more 
rapidly. 

"Ahhhh! You're making me happy... ahhhhhhhh! Here it 
comes... MMMMMMMMMMM!" he held Melissa's head close to 
him and squeezed her hair. 

After he was done, he said, "Let me see it." Melissa 
pulled away, opened her mouth and looked up at him. 
"Yes, very nice. Good girl, you can swallow it now." 

"Are you going to make me feel better now... please?" 
Melissa cooed at him. 

"Yea Shorty, I'm gonna make you feel better now."

I looked in horror as he pulled a metal container from 
his breast pocket and pulled out a syringe. Melissa 
offered up her arm from her kneeling position as he 
squeezed it tight, used his teeth to pull the cap off 
the needle, and pushed it into Melissa's arm. 

I stood up, "What the fuck is going on?" I yelled at 
him. "What in the hell have you done to my wife you 
asshole?" He gave me stern look as he pulled the needle 
from Melissa's arm. 

I knew that if I took another step it would mean 
trouble for both of us. Melissa's head looked toward 
the ceiling as he threw the needle in a can on the 
floor. "Thaaaaaaannnnk you, ooooooh thank you," she 
cooed at him. 

"You better get ready Shorty," he said in a matter of 
fact voice. 

Melissa stood up took off her bra, slid her panties 
down her thighs and stepped out of them and walked past 
the guard to the bedroom. "I'll tell them you two are 
ready," he quipped at me as he walked out the door. 

I could hear him lock it from the outside. Slowly I 
rose and walked back to the bedroom. Melissa was 
standing by a table and she had a bottle of clear 
liquid in her hand. She squirted some on her fingers 
and rubbed it up between her legs. She then squirted 
more on, placed her left leg on the bed and began 
applying the gel to her asshole. 

"Melissa, honey...?" I began. I watched as she lay down 
on the bed and closed her eyes, arms out to her sides. 
Then she spread her legs, "Tell them to come fuck me 
Brad, tell them to come fuck me so you can get your 
money."

To be continued...