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Debt Repaid

By: lfnikita123



You had promised me a night of passion for a new story I had written. Tonight, would be the night you paid your debt off. Little did you know the debt would be so difficult for you to pay. However, sometimes...debts can be fulfilling. 

Summer had come and gone and the nights were becoming a little colder. You were just finishing up your shower as I was lighting a few more candles in the living room. I could hear you shuffling about in the bathroom doing this and that. So, I took the opportunity to put some soft music on the stereo. I opened the front door and looked up at the sky to see a full moon. The black was highlighted with what looked like a million stars. I smiled thinking of your reaction to what I had planned for the evening. I walked into the bedroom and laid out your PJ's. You came out of the shower to see a pair of red silk boxers and a matching tank top. I knew the silk would cling to the bareness between your legs while your nipples were carressed by your shirt. I couldn't wait to see you in it. 

I stood in the doorway and watched you dress. I could see you shiver with excitement as the silk began draping over your chilled skin. A slow smile spread over my face as your eyes finally met mine. I could see so much uncertainty in your eyes as you tried to keep my gaze. With my chin raised, my eyes steely, and my arms folded across my chest, I slowly walked the few steps over to you. I could feel you tense up just a bit as I came to stand just inches from your face. I slowly walked around you, leaning in a bit to let you feel my breath on your neck. I knew how silence affected you. The fear of not knowing what was going to happen...I leaned in and ran my cheek across yours, feeling you melt under that first touch. I knew you could feel my lips brushing across your ear because of the way you shuddered with desire. I opened my mouth to udder one word..."Kneel." I could hear a small whimper escape from your throat as your knees began to lower to the floor.

Standing over you, I looked down at what a site you made. So completely at my mercy...kneeling below me. I walked around you once more, finally stopping behind you. I waited. Knowing you were unsure of what to expect. "You DO remember what you owe me, don't you?" My voice low, but firm. 

Shakily you replied with a meek "Yes, Baby." T

he serenity in your voice combined with how you looked at my feet was enough to make me catch my breath. "You remember what your symbol of surrender is, do you not?" I was insistent with my questions because I knew it unnerved you. Again, meekly you replied that you remembered. Leaning down to look into your eyes, I studied them intently, gauging your reaction. Slowly, I pulled your collar from my pocket. I could see you trying not to moan out loud. It would be the first time you had felt the leather around your neck. It would be the first time you completely understood what it meant to belong to me. Almost agonizingly slow I turned it over in my hands, examining it as your eyes took in every inch of the black object. "From tonight on, you belong to me." 

My voice was stern but loving, as my hand reached out to caress your cheek. "Look at me", I commanded. Your eyes met mine once again and I held your gaze as you felt the leather surround your neck for the first time. The smell filling your senses along with the realization that you did…belong. As the buckle was closed for the first time, I could hear your breath quicken. My eyes steely, I brought out your leash. Very sensually, I began to drag it across your skin before attaching it to the loop in your collar.

Standing up, I looked down to see you. Your hands on your lap, your white skin a complete contrast to the leather around your neck, and the silver of your leash keeping you as I wished…on your knees. Wordlessly, I began to walk and you had to choice but to follow. You began to stand and I turned to look at you with fiery eyes. "NO…you STAY on your knees" I could see the frustration in your eyes but you didn't dare to refuse me. Nodding, you got back down on your hands and knees to follow me. I walked purposefully out of the bedroom, across the living room, and stopped in front of the front door. I could hear you sigh with disbelief as the realization of what I wanted began to dawn on you. I turned to look down at you, your chain grasped firmly in my hand. "You will repay your debt tonight. No questions asked." My voice was steady and assured. Your breathing kept you from giving me any kind of answer. Slowly I opened the door, letting the moonlight stream across your face. I could see anticipation and excitement reflected in your eyes. I had draped a blanket over one side of the porch and laid one more on the bare wood along with a pillow. I could see your eyes darting about nervously. I chuckled softly, knowing that this was going to be perhaps one of the most difficult things you would be told to do.

I opened the door and walked over to the blanket pulling on your chain signaling you to follow me. You moved slowly and perhaps a bit unsure of what you would be doing. I looked down at you, bathed in moonlight, collared, and completely submissive. You looked incredibly erotic. I smiled knowing that this would be a big lesson for you to learn…how to please me in the most interesting of places. You knelt before me, not looking up. I waited for what seemed like an eternity, enjoying the way you got uncomfortable when you were unsure of what was on my mind. One word escaped my lips…"Taste" I could hear you whimper as your hands shakily reached for the zipper on my pants. 

"NOW!" You heard me firmly command. I could feel you quicken your movements, undressing me completely. You growled when you realized I was bare underneath my jeans. I grabbed your hair and pulled you into my wet pussy. Your tongue snaked out to reach deep inside me. I love the way the first plunge of your tongue feels. I stood and let you pleasure me. I looked down to see you, on your knees, my hand still holding your leash, pulling it every now and then to remind you of your position. My grip tightened on your hair as I felt your tongue flick over my clit. "FUCK me" I hoarsely managed. I could feel your fingers enter me as your tongue flicked harder against my clit. My orgasm came quick. I think it was because of the situation…knowing I would have you within seconds.

After my breathing slowed, I pulled you up hard and forced you against the rail of the porch. The wood pressed into your back roughly. Your breathing became ragged as I slipped my hand into your shorts. I leaned close to your ear, pulled on your chain forcing your head to one side, and let my lips just brush your ear softly as I whispered "Do you know what I'm going to do tonight? I'm going to play with what's mine. I'm going to fuuuuuuuck my new toy" As the words slipped out of my mouth, I slammed two fingers up inside you. Your mouth opened but no noise came out. I pulled harder on your chain causing your chin to raise enough into the air so I could lean in and sink my teeth into your skin. Leaving bite marks all down your neck. I could feel your knees buckling under you and I pressed harder into you letting my thumb rub across your clit. My mouth hot against your ear you hear me talking sternly to you "You like that don't you? Me fucking you? I bet my little toy wants to cum, doesn't she?" All you could muster was to nod your head. I let go of your leash long enough to pull your head back. Forcing three fingers inside you, I hissed "Beg me…I know you want to…you NEED to cum, don't you?"

 Weak from having my fingers so deep inside of you, you whispered, "Yes baby. Can I…baby, can I please cum?." I let my lips travel down your neck to bite hard into your flesh. I could hear you moaning so I pressed my knee against my hand and commanded, "Now…I want you to cum NOW." You gasped and I could feel the waves overtaking you as you gave in to what I desired. I smiled feeling you slump against me. Softly, I kissed your forehead as I withdrew my fingers. I could hear you whimpering because of the empty feeling it left you with. You looked up to see me smiling softly at you. "I'm VERY proud of you. You done good." I could see the appreciation in your eyes as you struggled to breath after your orgasm. Laughing softly, I led you back inside. "Well, I would say we're ALMOST even" **Wink**

Debt Repayment



Amanda Collier was driving to her two story home she shared with her husband Jeff and daughter Vicky. Amanda worked part time as a secretary at the local steel mills. Jeff ran his own export business specialising in agricultural machinery.

Amanda was forty three and despite her age was very attractive. She was five feet seven, 110 pounds, 36C breasts and shoulder length, coal black hair. She was conservative in dress too, dressing in skirts or dresses that never went above her knees. Even though she was a modest dresser, she never failed to turn heads.

Her daughter, Vicky, was just eighteen and started work at a trendy boutique. Like her mother Vicky too was a modest dresser. Indeed they would pass for sisters. Vicky was five feet four and 105 pounds, with 34C breasts.

Amanda was also secretary to the local parish council and although she was not overly religious, she attended church on Sundays, with Jeff and Vicky. In so doing she held a place of respect in the local community, where she lived, just outside Hastings in West Sussex, England. Little did Amanda know how today would change their lives forever.

Amanda was tired. It had been a busy day at the office. All she looked forward to was kicking off her heels and a long soak in the tub. After driving up the driveway she grabbed her bag and coat and walked wearily to the door, not noticing the black Corolla parked opposite her home.

When she entered she kicked off her heels and hung up her coat. She called out to Vicky telling her she was home but there was no answer. She was not concerned because Vicky often had a drink after work with her mates. It came as a shock to her though when she opened the living room door and found Vicky sitting on the settee bound and gagged. The next thing she knew a gloved hand grabbed her mouth and something cold, like a knife, touching her throat . Vicky uttered a muffled, "Mom," through the gag.

Two men were in the house. A tall chocolate coloured man, definitely over six feet. He was strong and athletic. He held Amanda.

The other man was shorter. Five feet five and a little on the heavy side. He was clearly the leader.

"No need to panic Mrs Collier," he said. "Just do what you are told and all will be well."

"Who are you? What do you want?" she asked in rapid succession, with terror in her voice.

The small man spoke and said. "Our names are not important. We are here on behalf of Max Lester."

"The money lender?" asked Amanda. "What has he to do with us?"

"It is about the quarter of a million pounds your husband owes and Mr Lester wants to know when he will get his money back."

Amanda was stunned, "What are you talking about? She asked.

The short man spoke again. "I see you clearly know nothing of your husband's borrowing. Allow me to explain. Your husband's business went through a rough patch last year. To keep afloat he borrowed money from Mr Lester, when the bank refused to extend his loan. He was due to pay four weeks ago and when he failed to do so Mr Lester asked my firm to get the money."

"This is crazy," said Amanda. "My husband is away on business. Let me call him and get this sorted out."

"Just sit down Mrs Collier and listen to this."

He opened a laptop case and placed it on the room table. He activated a disc, a face appeared on the screen. It was her husband Jeff, somewhat battered and bruised. He began to speak.

"Honey I'm sorry, he began. "I was desperate to keep the business going and it seemed better than going under. Please honey, remain calm and do as they say and I promise we can work this out. Love you and Vicky." With that the disc stopped.

"You bastards!" said Amanda. "What have you done to him? Where is he? We don't have the money right now but we can get it given time," she said.

"Well Mrs Collier," said the short man. "Your husband is working with my firm to pay back the money."

Later, Amanda was to learn the awful truth. Jeff would be forced to smuggle drugs, with dire consequences for them all. "So what do you want with us?" asked Amanda.

"You too are insurance Mrs Collier, as well as interest."

"What do you mean 'interest'?" asked Amanda.

"Well 10% of the sum borrowed is twenty five thousand pounds and we are here to collect."

"But we don't have that kind of money," said Amanda. "There is barely five hundred pounds in the bank."

"We expected that," said the short man. "So now we come to the reason why we are here. There is a way to pay your end."

"What way is that." Asked Amanda.

"Mal," said the short man. "Take the girl to her room. You know what to do."

Amanda screamed.

"Please don't harm my daughter. I'll do whatever you want. Please don't harm her."

Mal dragged Amanda to her bedroom. At the same time Amanda was dragged to her bedroom. Amanda was terrified. She did not know what to expect.

"Well Amanda," said her captor. "You are a fine looking woman. We will be staying the night," and with that sat on the chair opposite her dresser.

She could see he was undressing her with his eyes as he stared at her from head to toe. He took out a cassette and pressed the play button. It began to play slow sexy music.

"Strip for me," he said.

A horrified Amanda screamed "Fuck you!"

He leapt at her, grabbing her mouth with his hand and forcing her mouth to round and then said. "Now you listen to me bitch. If you want to see your precious husband or daughter alive, you'll do as your told."

With that he punched her in the stomach making her double over as she winced in pain and gasped for air. He grabbed her by the hair as she yelled in pain and was about to backhand her when she cried out, "Please, no more! I'll do what you say. Just don't hurt me." Her resistance was gone. She was shocked. She had never undressed in front of any man other than her husband. Now she had no choice but to humiliate herself, if not for Jeff or herself certainly for Vicky's safety.

"I'm waiting Amanda," said her tormentor.

Taking a deep breath, she began to the rhythm of the music. She slowly and provocatively unbuttoned her blouse. She swung her hips, teasingly one side then the other before discarding it revealing her full black slip.

Next putting her hands on each opposite shoulder she slowly eased the garment over her head gradually revealing a white lace bra and matching panties encased in her black tights. With a forced smile she rolled her tights down and stepped out of them. She could see he was getting hard. Swung round, with her back to him she unsnapped her bra. Then turning to face him, still with a forced smile, allowed it to drop to the floor. Then putting her hands to the sides of her panties, she allowed them to slide to her feet and stepped out of them.

"You are a very beautiful woman," said her audience.

Amanda suddenly became shy and suddenly covered her breasts and vagina.

"Take your hands way," he said. "Or you know what will happen."

She put her hands to her sides. Her long, shapely legs were to her captor, heavenly. Then he spoke again, "Amanda I don't like hairy pussies. Go to the bathroom and shave it completely.

She was stunned but knew she had no choice. He admired her naked body as she moved to the en suite bathroom.

When she returned she found him naked and with a giant hard on. "Come here," he said and grabbing her hair forced her to her knees. Her head was directly in front of his cock. "Take it," he said "And suck it."

She seldom did it for Jeff: now she was being forced to suck this stranger. She sucked, slowly at first, then with increasing rhythm until he came so much she thought she would suffocate. He released a large groan. She though she was finished but he rubbed his cock between her tits as he squeezed her nipples, making her wince and at the same time feel a certain pleasure as his cock exploded again.

He now forced her up and on to her marital bed. He descended to her and began to kiss her passionately. She responded like a woman totally overwhelmed with aphrodisiac. The truth was she never felt like this with Jeff. Her captor was now her lover. He began to explore her newly shaved pussy with his tongue and she began to groan with satisfaction and ecstasy as she gave way to an enormous orgasm: something she had not had in years. He plunged his cock into her pussy and she felt his cum flowing, as he exploded inside her. Both fell asleep holding each other with groans.

In the meantime, Vicky's dark faced assailant had pushed her into the bedroom and spoke to her in a rough east London accent. "Your father owes my boss a lot of money. We are here to collect the first instalment of twenty five thousand pounds. That's the interest owed.

"We don't have that kind of money," said Vicky.

"It looks like you will have to earn it," said Mal, with an evil grin showing his pearly white teeth.

"Earn it? How?" she asked innocently.

"Take off your clothes, you whore," he barked.

The frightened girl made a dash for the door but Mal grabbed her by the throat and pushed her back on the bed, muffling her screams with his hand and then producing a silk scarf, tying it around her mouth as a gag.

He ripped open her white blouse, forcing buttons to fly everywhere and reveal her black lace bra. He then proceeded to turn her over roughly and unzip her grey skirt, ripping it from her lower body. Her muffled. "Noooo"! was despairing. He tore her black half slip to shreds. Then with sheer strength, tore her bra apart, releasing her succulent tits.

Her panties were ripped apart by sheer brute force revealing a very bare pussy. Mal at once sucked on her tits, licking between them and then her perfect nipples. Having pulled down his pants, he drove his hardened cock deep inside her pussy.

Vicky was no virgin but this was the first time she ever had black cock. He rode her pussy and erupted, letting out a yell of pleasure. Vicky too screamed through gag but only with pain. He turned her on her front and forced his seven inches into her ass. He continued riding her until he was spent, out of exhaustion they both fell asleep.

The heat of the morning sun woke Amanda Collier from what she felt sure was a nightmare. As she began to regain her senses, she realised her naked, shapely body was covered in cum. The short man was not there. She rose from her bed and slipped on her silken robe. Just as she headed for the bathroom her tormentor appeared.

"That was a great night's work Amanda," he said in a gleeful tone.

"I need to take a shower," she responded.

"That's a good idea," said her persecutor.

He ripped the robe from her body. "You won't be needing it," he said.

Behind him was the dark man and a nude Vicky. Obviously she had suffered the same fate as her mother.

"Mom," she cried, as they grabbed each other and huddled. They were both pushed into the shower.

"Now," said the short man as he turned on the shower, "start washing each other and remember you don't have a choice."

Both naked, white skinned beauties began to cry as warm jets of steamy water descended upon them. As they began to soap each other, Amanda turned to her daughter and said, "I'm sorry honey."

"Me too mom," responded Vicky.

The short man became impatient.

"Come on," he said with a growl. "Kiss each other and start making love."

The nude women were shocked. Amanda was about to protest when she saw the men with six inch knives.

"Do it or we will scar you for life."

Taking the initiative Vicky kissed her mother passionately, driving her tongue into her mother's mouth and curling it around her own tongue. Their tits and pussies began to grind against each other, creating a sensation of ecstatic proportions that neither of the two thought possible. They began to moan.

"Oh Vicky, please more, more," as her daughter began to lick and suck her tits.

As Vicky travelled down her mother's body with her gentle kissing and licking, she knelt as she pierced her mother's pussy with her tongue. Grinding gently into her pussy, Amanda screamed with delight as her love juices began to flow.

"Oh Vicky, I'm cumming," she heard her mother cry. Vicky never heard her mother speak like that before.

Amanda took her daughter by the shoulders and raised her up. She then dropped to her knees and copied her daughter's actions. It was a new experience for her. She had never been with another woman before and this experience excited her. They were both intoxicated by the experience.

Amanda mounted the leather covered couch in the bathroom and Vicky climbed onto her mother in a sixty nine position, grinding and pumping until both women were spent and lay breathless, huddled together. They were brought back to the reality of their situation by the clapping of their almost forgotten audience.

The short man spoke again. "Well ladies, I think you earned the first one thousand pounds today. That was a great show. I see you have the potential to earn the interest, maybe more."

Both women wondered what was in store.

"This is the deal," he said. "You will stand by for a phone call on Thursday. You will be given instructions as to dress. Follow them implicitly. Failure to comply will mean certain loss of your home, livelihood and precious husband. Oh I suggest you look at this," as he placed a disc into the player and the women could see themselves in the throes of lesbian passion. During their Sapphic encounter, they had not noticed Mal, filming them with a camera.

"If you go to the police, this will be released on the internet and I will see to it that you friends in the community will get to see you sluts in action."

With that both men left, leaving the exhausted, humiliated women to try and make sense of what had just happened and ponder about their future humiliations.

To be continued