A Cooperative Girl

I woke up groggy, like I could barely open my eyes. My head was cloudy, but I could just make out the whimpers of my wife.

I tried to roll over in my bed, but I immediately met some resistance — ropes binding my wrists. I wasn’t lying down, I was upright. I’m sitting in a chair? I thought to myself. I would have fallen over if I weren’t tied up so securely. I shook my dizzy head. My wife was still whimpering.

“The husband’s awake,” a deep voice said.

Head spinning, my eyes adjusted to the dim room. My wife’s face slowly came into focus. She was on our bed, mouth duct-taped, hog-tied, looking at me with pleading eyes. I tried to stand up, but my legs were bound to the chair’s legs. My arms were secured behind my back. I was naked. So was she.

My head still felt unusual.

“Did—did you **** me?” I asked incredulously.

A sharp slap greeted my question.

“Shut up, cuck,” the deep voice commanded.

My head spun. “Listen…if it’s money you want, we have plenty of that. We can arrange something—“

I was cut off by the sound of duct tape. My wife’s panties were on the floor, and he picked them up and shoved her underwear in my mouth. He wrapped the tape around my head twice, silencing me.

“I don’t want your money,” his voice intoned. “I only want one thing: I want your wife. And you’re going to watch everything I’m going to do to her.”

My wife’s muffled screams were cut short when the man raised his hand. He held it above her as she cowered, quivering.

“Good girl,” he said softly.

“Fuck you,” I could hear her try to say through her gag. She struggled against her bonds. A voice behind me laughed quietly. Another one? I tried to get a look over my shoulder to no avail.

“Listen. You’re gonna do everything I tell you to do tonight, whore,” the first man said, unbuckling his pants. “Even if I untie you, you’re gonna do exactly what I tell you to. If I shove my cock in your mouth, you’re going to suck. If I tell you to spread your legs, you’ll spread them. Because if you don’t...”

He punched the pillow next to my wife’s head. I straightened up.

“…I’m going to do this.”

He punched the pillow again, even harder. She whimpered, tears starting to roll down her cheeks.

“You understand? First, I’m going to beat the shit out of you. Then your husband. And then I’m going to beat the shit out of you again. So do everything I say, and it won’t come to that. Do you understand?”

She nodded, still teary-eyed.

He grabbed her hair and ripped off the duct tape. She cried out in pain.

“I asked you a question, bitch.”

“Y-yes. Yes, sir.” She stammered.

“Are you going to be a good girl tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I’m going to be a good girl tonight.”

“Are you going to be a cooperative girl tonight?”

She glared at him. He tightened his grip on her hair and balled his free hand into a fist. I tensed.

“Yes. I’m going to be a very cooperative girl tonight, you fucking piece of shit.”