Samantha by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Samantha by loyalsock

... any different from a****ls?" "And how can you call yourself different from me?" Riggs froze. "Say what?" Samantha looked away, then gathered up her courage and looked back. "You two came in here, stripped me naked, tied me up and ****d me. Then you had lesbian sex with me, and told me you've done this to other women." Riggs sauntered back to the couch and sat down. She took Samantha by the chin and smiled down at her, her eyes frighteningly cold. "Listen, my little bitch. As far as **** goes, I don't remember you ever saying no. In fact, I do remember your little cunt was dripping down your leg before I even touched you. In fact, I do also remember that you came more than that the two of us combined. It seems to me that we gave you the fuck of your damn life, my little bitch, so I never want to hear that word out of those lips again." Samantha looked away, and looked back. "I still don't see a big difference between us." "You want to know the difference, little bitch? You are wearing the handcuffs. I have the key. That is the difference." Riggs relaxed and shrugged, "Besides, where's the harm in enjoying your work?" Riggs stood up and went to the door. She put her hand on the knob, and hesitated. "Look. You're a very beautiful, very sexy submissive woman. There was a time when that would make you very special. You'd have your pick of lovers. If things were different, hell, if things were different I'd be begging you for a date myself. But things are the way they are now. We ...

... all have to make choices, and live with the consequences of those choices. You understand that, you married the man you did, and lived in this house and made your collection." Riggs sighed, and looked away for a moment. When she looked back her expression had softened. "All I'm saying is that you're a very special woman. Hold on to that. No matter what happens, hold on to that." Riggs opened the door. She stepped to Samantha's side and gestured. "Would you stand up please, Ma'am?" "My name is Samantha," said Samantha. "Yes, Ma'am. Would you stand up, please?" Samantha got to her feet, awkward with her hands still cuffed behind her. Inspector Riggs took her by her upper arm and lead her through the house, and down the stairs to the basement laundry room. Two new men came in, one black with hair and one brown, carrying a huge galvanized tub between them. They set the tub in the center of the floor and Riggs had Samantha kneel beside it. Black hair attached a length of garden hose to the sink in the corner and began adjusting the water temp. While he worked Inspector Olson came into the room, carrying a briefcase. He set it on the drier, opened it, and took out the cell phone. He tapped a number and began talking softly. Black hair, satisfied with the water temp, folded off the end of the hose and trailed it to the galvanized tub. The tub was huge, eighteen inches deep at least and big enough around for her to kneel in. He threaded the hose through a ring on the inside. Water ...