If She Brutalizes Alana You'll Give Her Freedom

"The way Alana sold you out was pretty shitty," You say. "I want to give you the chance at a little ****. **** her hard right now in front of me. Not just fuck her, but hurt the bitch, and I'll let you go free. You won't even have to touch me."

Alana, face red in anger and embarrassment over having been exposed, looks at you with scorn, then turns to her wife and hisses, "He's tricking you. The little fucking creep is trying to turn us against each other for his own sick amusement." She steps forward and wipes a tear from Sammy's cheek. "Don't let him do this to us. I love you."

Sammy, still crying, looks into her eyes and whimpers, "I can't believe you tried to sell me out. I trusted you." Then suddenly, shocking even you, she slaps Alana hard across the face. Hard enough to knock the thinner woman to the floor. "You fucking bitch." She growls. Then, turning to you, a broken wild look in her eyes, she says, "I'll do it. I'll take your deal."

Alana tries to scramble away, but the much more muscular woman grabs her by her hair and yanks her up onto the kitchen table face down. She yanks Alana's jean shorts down, followed instantly by her white panties. Alana is shrieking and crying, barely comprehensible pleading mixed in. Sammy lifts her by her hair and slams her head into the table once, causing the other woman to whimper in pain. She takes two fingers and forces them hard into Alana's ass.

"NOOOOO!" The pink-haired lesbian shrieks. "Not there! Stop!"

"Shut up bitch. Sammy barks, thrusting the fingers into what you're realizing is a virgin asshole hard and fast. "You thought I was stupid!? That you could fucking trick me? Well, look who's stupid now." Alana is crying and sobbing at the violation and pain, but Sammy just keeps building up speed and power. "You're a fucking sex **** now because you thought you were so clever. Stupid bitch. I hope John fucking ruins you. I hope he does shit you've never even heard of to you."

You're hard as a rock watching this. This morning you'd considered Sammy and Alana the sweetest, happiest couple you'd ever met and now you were watching Sammy rip her wife's asshole open. The knowledge that it was all because of you pulling strings just made the fucked up scene all the more intoxicating.

After fitting a third finger inside her wife's abused ass Sammy finally stops, throwing the skinny woman onto the floor hard. Dropping her own pants, Sammy grabs her wife's head and forces her face between her thighs. "Eat me out, Alana. Taste my pussy for the last time. After this you're probably getting a life time of cock. You fucking deserve this."

The fact that Sammy still has tears streaming down her cheeks doesn't make the scene any less hot for you. You're a little disappointed when, after just a few minutes, Sammy closes her eyes and lets out a loud moan, releasing Alana from her grip. She leans against the table for a moment, catching her breath while Alana lies huddled in a ball, crying. Then Sammy pulls her pants up and looks at you with a vacant, cold expression. "Thank you. Now please get this lying bitch out of here and make sure I never have to see her again."

It occurs to you in that moment that the situation has probably psychologically scarred your neighbor, even if she is getting her rights back. That gives you a slight moment of feeling guilty before your eyes drift down to the crying, broken, Alana and the feeling is suppressed under a flood of arousal. "I can do that."

You grab Alana by her pink hair and yank her to her feet. "Come on slut. Follow me to your new life."