The Love Of Money - Episode 190
30-07-25 (11:11)
I enveloped her in my arms and pulled her close,
cradling her head as I stroked her hair. I didn't respond
when I felt her shoulders shake. I just kissed the top of
her head and let her get it all out. She and Natashya
had gone through a lot, and I cared for them deeply.
There, in the low light of my living room, I promised
myself that neither of them would be hurt like that
again. If anyone could make that happen, it was me.
Eventually, she settled down, and we spent the next
twenty minutes talking about the logistics of her move-
in and about how surprised Mom and Dad would be
when they suddenly noticed that their mortgage had
been paid. I wanted to do more, but we both agreed
that my family was made up of proud people... it would
take time to get to that point. Once we were done, we
stood up and hugged once more, a long, tight embrace
that seemed to last minutes. Then she gave me a
goodnight kiss on the cheek and headed back to
Natashya, leaving me alone in the living room.
I considered going to bed. I was emotionally drained
from my conversation with Emily and mentally
exhausted from my time with Chandler, Helen, and Erin.
At the same time, I was strangely horny, and I knew
Helen had something special planned. In fact, I had a
pretty good idea of what was waiting for me. I'd left
her with a task, and Helen was nothing if not
determined and resourceful. I had a feeling Bobbi was
with her.
That left my stomach twisting in knots.
After being captured and abused for three days, I was
questioning the justification I had for what I'd done to
Bobbi. Sure, there was a difference Bobbi was a poor
wretch of a woman who had wasted her life thus far,
being a total bitch to everyone around her. She leeched
off people and only saw success by allying herself with
similar creatures. As far as I knew, she had very few
redeemable traits. I, on the other hand, felt like I was a
pretty decent guy. I didn't think I would win a Nobel
Peace Prize, but I had my good moments. I was a
relatively good person who had been captured by bad
people. Bobbi wasn't, and that felt justified.
Besides the differences in our situation, I really liked
having Bobbi
like this. She was scorching hot, and something about
seeing her
submit to me really got my juices pumping. Seeing the
fury in her eyes as we hate-fucked... I didn't want to
give that up.
Still... Bobbi was just as human as I was, and I wasn't
sure I had a right to do whatever I wanted to her, even
if I had the means and motive.
I reached the door of the room Helen had told me to
enter and
knocked on it just like she'd asked. A few moments
passed, and the door opened a fraction. Helen peered
at me through the opening and said, "Marcus? Are you
alone?"
"It's just me," replied, my stomach doing somersaults. I
opened my mouth to tell her that maybe we should do
this another night, but the door shut before I could say
anything.
Then it opened, and I heard Helen's muted words.
"Come in."
I stood in the doorway, trying to comprehend what I
was looking at
The room was dimly lit by a couple of standing lamps in
the far corners. The walls had been lined with a black
material that seemed to absorb some of the ambient
noise as well as the light. Along one wall hung a rack
with various implements: crops, whips, rope, harnesses,
and gags. A shelf held several types of oils, dildos,
vibrators, and anal plugs. A pulley system hung from
the ceiling with a pair of fleece-lined cuffs dangling
from a rope threaded through the wheel.
Several eyelets protruded from the walls and floor, and
more ropes and chains hung from them. In one corner
stood a structure that resembled a sawhorse, and a
swing hung from the ceiling next to it. Several other
interesting pieces took up most of the room, but in the
center stood the main attraction.
Bobbi was on her knees, straddling a sybian. Her hands
were bound by cuffs, and chains connected them to
eyelets on the floor in front of her while a leash had
been linked to the floor behind her. The combination
prevented her from doing anything other than sit firmly
on the vibrating saddle as she maintained a rigid
posture. She was nude except for the collar around her
throat that said "Marcus" Pet' and a red ball gag shoved
in her mouth. Makeup had been applied, giving her
cheeks a light blush, and mascara left tracks down her
face, implying that the tears responsible for them were
relatively old.
I couldn't look away from the helpless young woman
strapped to the floor for my amusement as I stepped
into the room, and she returned that look with...
I expected hatred, but instead, I saw hope.
Helen shut the door behind me, and I looked over my
shoulder at her. She leaned against it and ran her hands
up and down the mysterious fabric as she gave me a
truly evil smile. Her hair was in a golden bun, and a
black choker wrapped around her fair throat.
She wore a black leather corset that molded an already
sinful body into further perfection. Matching leather
high-heeled boots stopped mid-thigh and added several
extra inches to her height. Her lips were painted dark
red, and she applied dark eyeliner to magnify her ice-
blue eyes.
"Before anything else, you should know that this room
is entirely soundproof," she purred.
I looked back down at Bobbi and stared into eyes more
desperate than I'd ever seen in a person. A reflection
from one of the lamps caught my eye, and I realized
that her pale inner thighs were absolutely coated in her
own arousal. The sybian was drenched Fuck... I could
even see dark stains on the floor around her. I closed
my eyes to shut out the image of absolute debauchery
in front of me, but all I could see when I shut my eyes
was Bobbi desperately looking up at me.
God, if you're up there, please make me a good man.
"It's been a little more than two hours," Helen
whispered into my ear, "and the poor darling still hasn't
cum."
I felt Helen's hands slip over my shoulders and slide
down my chest, dark red fingernails gently running up
and down my chest before unfastening the top button
of my shirt. I felt her soft lips graze the back of my
neck, and I shivered. My cock was already at complete
attention. Bobbi whimpered through the gag loud
enough to be heard over the low hum of the Sybian, a
long, mournful, pleading note.
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