Head Upstairs

As you near the third story, you begin to slow down your steps, a strange sense of foreboding moving you to a standstill as you reach the top. You listen carefully for signs of anyone. There is only one room at the top, with a door cracked open. You approach it slowly on your tiptoes, and as you do so, you begin to hear noises. They are muffled whimpers and cries, along with a rustling sound. Then a gasp and a single cry as something hard hits a wall.

You peer into the room beyond you, and your hand covers your mouth to keep you from making a noise. There is a woman in the corner of the room. Half of her clothing seems to be torn off, she’s got a smear on her cheek and you can’t tell if it’s the red lip gloss she’s wearing or blood.

There is a man in the room with her. He is wearing a black ski-mask, looking like something out of a guns and robbers cliché. He is holding a knife in one of his hands. With the other, the man raises his hand and slaps her, and you wince at the action.

“Please…please… mister… let me go.” The girl begs.

Tears are rolling down her cheeks, her tattered clothing failing to cover her exposed breasts.

The man laughs cruelly. “Maybe… maybe not. It depends on how much you please me.”

The man unzips his pants, pulling out his dick. It’s already hard. “You know what to do.”

The woman nods, taking a deep breath, and then falls down to her knees. She takes the man’s dick into her mouth immediately, her tongue rolling around it provocatively. The guy lets out a moan, he’s continuing to hold the knife in his hand, but he’s no longer holding it threateningly. It’s barely on the edges of his grasp.

The girl, meanwhile, is taking his dick in her mouth as completely as possible, down to the root. She lifts up her lips with a little sucking pop, and then takes a gasp, only to do it again. She’s making moaning sounds from her throat as if she’s enjoying it herself.

Then it dawns on you, they must be pretending. This is simply role-playing. Or is it? Tears are rolling down her face as she goes. A few times, the man roughly grabs her and forces his cock down her throat. She starts gagging and slapping the back of his ass and he doesn’t let up until she’s almost ****. She’s started to look a bit messed up.

The knife drops and clatters, spinning across the floor until it stops just short of the door you’re hiding behind. Neither the guy nor the girl realizes this, continuing to play back and forth between times of him forcing his cock down her throat, and times of her doing it herself.

You pick up the knife, but what are you going to do with it? Should you intrude? If she is really being **** then you are letting it happen! Of course, you can always turn the tides and control the situation yourself.