Lying on her side on the carpet, Allyson planted her knee between Sienna’s shoulder blades and pulled back with all her strength. Her bra cut into her fingers; it must be doing the same to the whore’s throat. The sight of Marco’s cock had not thrilled her this much since their first month together. He was watching her win, and his cock was as hard as she’d ever seen it. She felt a flood of triumphant juices soak her pussy. Sienna reached back, and clawed her hands. She barely felt it.
Sienna’s eyes were on Marco’s manhood too. Her hair like smoke floated across her face. Her tongue seemed to be swelling in her mouth. Her tits shook on her chest as the bitch wife twisted her lace garrotte. He was watching, and she was losing, and that could not be. It could not be. She clawed at Allyson’s hands to no avail. Her breath rasped in and out, her lips parted. Her arm slid down Allyson’s leg jammed in her spine. Yes, she could reach.
Allyson jerked, and screamed, as the Sicilian’s nails found her pussy, working under the damp fabric of her panties, stabbing into her. She saw Marco’s eyes tracking down until he saw where Sienna raked her. His cock throbbed, and that was like an eleventh gut punch. Sienna’s thumbnail dug into her clit. Allyson closed her eyes against her tears as her grip failed.
Sienna pushed away, dragging deep whooping lungfuls of air into her burning lungs. Her throat looked as if she’d survived a hanging, a reprieved woman now free of execution. She made it to the wall, leaned against it, her chest still heaving. Allyson lay curled on her side, sobbing. In the final seconds of her savage attack, the au pair had ripped her panties, sawing them deep into her pussy before they gave way. They hung, shredded, over her upthrust hip.
“I offered fuck or fight,” Sienna gasped. “She chose to fight me, Marco. She could have had my tongue in her pussy, but now she gets my claws.”
“Don’t talk to him, you little bitch,” Allyson raged. “Don’t talk to my husband!”
Sienna laughed but it hurt her throat.
“Talk?!” she said. “I’ve closed one of your eyes already, but I will leave the other for you to see his cock buried in me once you are finished.”
They both tried to struggle up. Sienna succeeded. Allyson failed. It was the difference between thirty-two and twenty-two. Allyson’s beautiful hair was a sweaty Medusa nest of tangled snakes now. Sienna filled both hands and dragged her up to her knees, jerked her to the footboard of her marital bed, bent her over it, the front of her throat pressed to the top edge. Allyson’s breasts swelled and ebbed against the footboard face, her sweat leaving wet circles on the wood.
“You tried to choke me,” Sienna said. She touched her throat, and put her knee on the back of Allyson’s neck. “Come here, Marco,” she said, and as if in a dream, he did. He groaned as her smooth fingers curled around his cock. “Look at me,” Sienna said to him. She cupped her breast, turning her hand so that he saw the ring. “Look at her. Tell us, who do you want to fuck?”
He didn’t answer.
Sienna pulled his hand to her breast, and arched her back to swell it into his palm. She ground her knee harder into Allyson’s neck. “Tell us,” she said again, and her voice was deadly.
Marco stepped back. Sienna’s hand slipped off his erection, but her fingers were coated with his pre-cum. She licked them.
“The winner,” he said.
Sienna smiled. “That will be me,” she said. “Poor Allyson. I’ve hurt her so much! She is nearly done.”
It was true. Allyson’s air was gone. Blood hammered in her temples.
If Sienna had wanted simply to finish her, she needed only to keep her stranglehold. But Sienna wanted the humiliation of a surrender. She wanted Allyson to beg her for mercy. She wanted the wife to beg her husband to save her by giving his cock to the other woman. Oh, how the thought of that made her wet!
Allyson dragged in a dizzying lungful of oxygen as Sienna came off her neck and pulled her upright. She slipped behind Allyson and caught her in a bearhug across her breasts, one squashed down and one crushed up. Sienna gripped her own wrist and squeezed, her free hand clamped hard into Allyson's breast.
“Watch me, Marco,” she said to him but with her lips next to Allyson’s ear. “Watch me crush her. When the pain in her tits is too much to bear, she will beg me to take you.” To Allyson, she said, “How long? I think maybe two minutes - bitch.”
The taut, lean muscles of Sienna’s young arms tightened, like cruel steel bands. Allyson’s head fell back against the au pair’s shoulder. Sienna’s nails knifed her nipple even as her breast bulged and mushroomed over the brunette’s forearm.
Marco stared at them. Sienna met his eyes with a grin that was tense with the strain of her effort.
“Don’t give up, Allyson,” Marco said softly.
Allyson's head came forward. Her mouth was open. Her eyes brimmed with pain.
Sienna’s eyes flamed with fury. She surged and crushed harder.
“I want you to win, Allyson,” Marco said. “Take your ring back.”
Sienna screamed with rage. Allyson suffered in silence. Her head fell back again.
Then it came forward, and whipped back and to the side, into Sienna’s face. Blood exploded from the younger woman’s nose. Her grip burst open as well. Both women collapsed to the floor.
“Fight,” he said to his wife. He’d made his choice.
She crawled to Sienna. Her knee on the brunette’s throat. One claw, to the first knuckle in her breast. One claw, bikini bottoms torn aside, in her pussy.
“Beg him to fuck me,” Allyson said. “He’s my husband. This is my house. Beg him, or I swear to God you little fucking whore I will kill you.”
Sienna fought. She struggled with everything she had. Allyson bore down with her knees, pulled up with both claws. Her arms trembled. Sienna’s body shivered.
At last, Sienna croaked: “Please.”
Allyson lessened the pressure on Sienna’s throat. Not on her claw holds on her body.
“Please,” Sienna sobbed, her voice broken. No more. I can take no more!”
She screamed as Allyson twisted her nails that were embedded in her pussy.
“Please Marco! Please please fuck her, not me!”
Marco bent to pick up Allyson’s bra. She took it and tied Sienna’s wrists behind her back.
He was gentle, at first. She didn’t want him to be gentle. She spurred him. He braced his knees wide and took his weight on his arms and fucked her, fucked her hard. She climaxed, violently, twice before he exploded into her. When he sank from her, she caught his cum that dripped and smeared it in Sienna’s eyes.
“First plane tonight,” Allyson said. “We’ll send your things.”
Sienna’s dark lashes were thick with cum, her eyes dead with hate.
A Sicilian woman never forgets, never forgives. There would be another day, another offer. She swore that to herself.
