I think what I said pissed him off even more by what happened next. He snaked his legs around my waist and gripped his arm devastatingly hard around m... neck and shouted, “You rather me break your wrist just so you can prove a point?! Does that hurt? Huh? You fucking bitch!” I could feel the tears violently well up in my eyes and I started to sob uncontrollably. He still kept his firm grip as I viciously gasped for air. He held me like that for a minute and threw me away from him. I balled up in. Then, using the dupatta, he pulled his choking mother into the bathroom. Sapna followed behind stumbling, falling and slipping, while being strangled by the dupatta around her neck.Once inside, Rahul teared off the duct tape binding her hair and hand together. By now, all of Sapna’s neck muscles were extremely stiff and even the slightest movement caused her to babble uncontrollably because of the extreme pain. Holding her head firmly by the neck, Rahul dunked Sapna’s head into the toilet bowl. Derek turns me towards her, guiding my arms around her neck and then anchoring my hips in place with her strong hands. Behind me I can feel Matt unlacing the black corset I chose to wear tonight. Derek leans down and captures my mouth with hers as the corset falls from my body. Behind me Matt steps forward and slides his hands around to cup my breasts, toying with my nipples as she leans in and nibbles on my shoulder. Derek’s arms slide from my hips back to my ass for a quick squeeze before. ’ You beg with wanting. ‘Now.’ I state simply and evenly. You moan as you pull it from between your legs and lay it aside still under the blanket next to you. ‘Pull your shorts down.’ You turn your head to me, allowing me to see your eyes. You register both lust and fear. I’ve never done anything like this before and you can’t understand where it’s coming from. You don’t move, believing I will let your lack of response become my answer. I move my hands down to your waist, hooking my thumbs.