Marital Assistance

Elliot broke down the transmitter and placed it back in its locked desk drawer before he stood to go back up to the master bedroom. He walked over to his bookshelf and retrieved a large leatherbound copy of Beowulf, which he sat on the stained oak desk. He took a breath and flipped it open. The pages of the book had been cut in such a way that it perfectly concealed a custom Pneuma-Luger pistol that replaced the box magazine with a highly pressurized CO2 canister. He drew it out, racking the slide to test for function before setting it down. He then turned to the very back of the book to retrieve the second to smallest dart out of a set of 5. He reasoned she couldn't weigh more than 45 kilograms, and didn't want to accidentally kill her. He loaded the dart into the chamber and released the slide quietly.

Elliot then walked back into the living room. Bridget had left her purse laying next to Cynthia's. Elliot flipped it open and quickly scanned her I.D. card, committing her address to memory. Unlike most girls, her purse was not full of lipstick and tissues, but rather socket wrenches and a set of brass knuckles. He then walked over to the broom closet and opened it to retrieve a 50 foot coil of rough, thin rope; one coil of several. His gaze turned up to the stairwell, and he quietly began ascending them.

Bridget lay on her stomach, mouth alternating between playfully teasing Cynthia's pussy and asshole and making jokes. The blonde's legs were over her shoulders, her smooth feet sliding sensually up and down Bridget's back. Bridget kissed her pussy and smiled as she slid up the blonde's body to straddle her hips. She smiled dreamily as she pressed herself against her; shuddering as Cynthia tasted herself as they kissed.

Elliot quietly stood at the doorway, carefully extending his arm and leveling the pistol at Bridget's exposed pussy. He lined up the back sight with the front sight, and moved his finger to the trigger using his good eye. Cynthia's eyes met his, and her hands snaked around Bridget's hips. Her long fingers cupped the redhead's ass before sliding down and pressing into her pussy from either side. Cynthia slowly spread Bridget's pussy as she nodded to Elliot.

"God, I can't wait to cum in you." Bridget said, kissing Cynthia again. The blonde held a hand up in the "wait" position. She nibbled at Bridget's neck from below.

"What was that?" Cynthia asked. Bridget smiled wickedly, completely unaware of the barrel that was tracking her every move.

"I've...I've designed something for situations like this. Its a harness so we can both enjoy ourselves. Doug...that's my coworker, even put in a mechanism that keeps cum warm and then shoots it out when I orgasm. Isn't that ingenious? Its not ready yet, but when I come back to visit, I'll have something for both of us" she said, sliding her body up so she was straddling Cynthia's face. Elliot's eye froze on her as he slowly lowered the pistol. He was trained well enough to realize that simply adding her to his collection would not be the most strategic option for this inventive young woman, and he had his own personal reasons for delaying as his thoughts turned of the specimen containers in the basement deep freezer that held the last of his pure seed. He hid the Luger behind his back, and stepped into the room.

"Bridget, would you like to tie Cynthia up?" Elliot said, holding the rope out casually. Bridget glanced over her shoulder, a moan caused by Cynthia's tongue escaping. She grinned, but shook her head.

"Maybe next time, when I'm better equipped."He tossed the ropes onto the bed with a sigh as he sat on the corner. He casually leaned down as if to take his shoes off and slid the Luger under the bed. She grinded her sex onto Cynthia's face, another moan escaping her open lips. "Elliot, would you like to join us?" she asked, reaching out lay her hand on his shoulder softly. He sighed.

"I'm afraid my injuries are rather unsettling to see. I don't want to ruin your fun." Bridget stopped grinding for a second, focusing on him. She slid off of Cynthia's face and pressed her nude body against his back. He took a deep breath, unused to a woman touching him voluntarily. She slid his coat from his body and returned her hands to his shoulders. Cynthia flipped over and spread Bridget's asscheeks before slowly extending her tongue. Bridget cooed in pleasure as Cynthia massaged her puckered hole with her finger as she licked and kissed it.

"Elliot, I come from Ireland. I've seen men cut to pieces by machine gun fire and orphanages get firebombed. I can handle it." she said. He sat quietly for a while, making up his mind. Quickly, he stood up and turned to face them. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal the extensive prosthetic work done to him. He had a prosthetic arm starting at the elbow, a prosthetic pectoral muscle, and the apparatus on his face. He steadied himself as he unzipped his pants.

Bridget couldn't help but stare. His testicles had been removed, and his heavily scarred, large penis was permanently erect and curved upward. She reached out, lightly running her fingers up and down the damaged shaft. "Can you feel anything?" she asked. He nodded.

"Very little. Cynthia tries but I have to be rather..vigorous, and putting it in a place she doesn't find comfortable. Bridget started stroking his shaft, squeezing her hand slightly. "I can barely feel that, for example." he said. Bridget grinned, and tightened her grip as if she were using a pair of channel locks to tighten a bolt. She squeezed his cock hard, slowly jerking him up and down. "That's...that's nice..." he said, a quiver in his voice. She bit her lip, increasing her grip even more. His cock bulged as she slowly tightened her grip even more, causing her strong forearm muscles to bulge. Oh Gott..God!" he said, "I can feel it!" he said. She reached her other hand, adding it to his length. She started squeezing and twisting it, causing his legs to shake. Her tongue flicked out, moistening his cockhead as her powerful grip stroked and torqued his scarred, pale member until it was a pulsing, purple, twitching rod.

Bridget swiveled around so that she was facing Cynthia. She held her thighs together and arched her back so her tight, tiny asshole was facing Elliot. He looked down at his swollen member, back at her, and stepped closer. He grabbed her hips, painfully bending his cock so it was in line. "I've got to be a little rough to feel anything." he cautioned again. She smiled.

"I know." His eye lit up, and he drove forward, hard. Bridget's back arched and her head snapped back as a squeal of pain and pleasure erupted from her. His thick, scarred cock pressed into her ass quickly. Cynthia pulled her mouth down to her pussy to muffle her screams and moans as Elliot drove in so fast and hard that Bridget's toes curled and stomach quivered from an avalanche of an orgasm. Cynthia rocked her slit up and down, but Bridget couldn't hope to focus enough to pleasure her properly.

He smacked her ass with his open hand as he grunted wildly, his neck veins bulging as the fleshy parts of his face and neck flushed a bright red. She was **** down to her belly, laying flat on the mattress with his legs straddling her as he drove into her; the position making her ass incredibly tight. He looked down, watching it hug his penis so tightly it distended as he impaled her over and over. Bridget slid her hand down her body, desperately hoping some attention to her clit would provide some relief, but he caught her by the wrist and twisted it behind her back. He reached up and grabbed a handful of her red hair, pulling it roughly as he pounded into her. Cynthia rubbed her clit rapidly, her hips gyrating. "Open your mouth!" she commanded. Bridget gasped and moaned as she did so, awaiting her liquid reward.

Elliot stared into Cynthia's eyes, his entire body tense as slammed into Bridget's pale, tender body. She smiled, her own mouth hanging open and breath hot with desire. He looked down to see his cock pulsing and twitching, perfectly framed by her cherry shaped ass and quivering pussy. He collapsed on top of her, pressing her face against the mattress. Bridget gritted her teeth as he pulled her hair and twisted her face so he could lick her lips and cheek as Cynthia erupted on them. She looked into his eye as his entire body tensed up and he jammed his cock in as deep and as hard as he could. He was paralyzed with savage pleasure.

Slowly, his grip on her hair loosened, and he carefully withdrew from her shaking body. He watched as her asshole slowly shrank back town to something close to original tightness as he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling a short filterless cigarette from a silver holder. "I'm..I apologize. As I said, I have to be a little rough to feel anything.' Bridget lay there, face-down and ass-up, stunned by what just happened. She slowly drew herself up to her knees.

"Thats...that's alright, Elliot. Whew!" she said with a chuckle. Elliot suddenly leaned over and kissed her. "Thank you for understanding. Hon, will you help our guest get cleaned up?" Cynthia helped her up and guided her to the master bathroom on quivering legs. She drew her a hot bath as she tenderly caressed and kissed her. As the water ran, she leaned in close and spoke quietly.

"Will you come back? I can't wait for us to try out your harness." she said. Bridget assumed she meant her and Cynthia. The lovely blonde woman had other things in mind. Bridget looked at her with partially closed eyes, and nodded. Cynthia draped her in a silk robe and led her back to the bedroom. She curled up next to Elliot with Cynthia sliding in beside her, and quickly fell into a blissful sleep.