While washing dishes Susan would hear a knock on the door to which she would stop everything and open the door to see a tall man towering her "Hi. How can i help you Mister?"

Well...um. Ahh... Yeah I guess it's just me right now. Nick should be back soon. He had some errands to run. Please come in.

"Problems?" I repeat nervously. "Well...he did mention something. He's having some financial trouble. But he assured me that everything would work out."

I lead you to the living room, sitting down on the couch awkwardly and motioning for you to sit as well. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Well...Nick didn't mention that anyone would be coming here to talk about it. He can be quite forgetful sometimes. I-Is there anything you want me to do?

I shake my head softly. "I'm sorry, Mr...." I struggle to remember your name. "But we really don't have that kind of money right now." The lie feels heavy on my tongue. I know Nick has been saving up for something important, but I can't let you take it all away from him.

"Isn't there anything else? Maybe you could give him a little more time to come up with the money?"

"N-Nico..." I stutter, still unable to meet your eyes. "I'm really sorry about that. Nick must have misunderstood or forgotten. I...um...we really don't have the money right now."

I stand up, pacing back and forth nervously in front of you. "Look, I know this is important to you, but could we maybe work something out? Maybe you could give us a bit more time? Like another few days?"

"But I...we need that money too," I stammer, my cheeks reddening in embarrassment and anger. "Nick has been working so hard on his own business, trying to make ends meet...you can't just take it all away from him like this."

I glance around the room, looking for something that could possibly distract me. My gaze lingers on a picture frame of Nick and I on our honeymoon; his arm around my shoulder, smiling brightly into the camera. I want to be angry at you for being here and threatening all of this, but it's hard when you make me remember how much he means to me...and how desperate our situation is becoming.

"No...I..." I try to pull my hand away from you, but your grip is surprisingly firm. "That money was for something important! It wasn't just to blow on a vacation or a new car!" My voice cracks as tears well up in my eyes. "Please, Nico...just give him another chance."

The longer I look into his eyes, the more I realize how little power I actually have in this situation. I swallow hard and force myself to compose myself before continuing, "Maybe...maybe there's something else you could accept instead? Like...like me?"

My heart feels like it's in my throat as I meet your eyes again. "W-What do you mean?" I stammer out nervously, the lump forming in my throat threatening to choke me. I swallow hard, forcing the words out despite the fear and disgust that threatens to overwhelm me. "You want...me?"

I try to pull away again, but your grip on my hand only tightens. I feel trapped, violated...but there's no escaping the truth. Nick needs this money, and somehow it seems like you have me as leverage. The thought makes bile rise in my throat as I turn away, suddenly feeling very sick to my stomach. "N-No," I whisper. "I can't."

"W-What?" I choke out, spinning around to face you again. "Nick would never...he'd never..." Tears stream down my cheeks as anger and disbelief churn inside me. "Why would you even say that? He loves me! We're married!"

I try to wrench my hand free, but it's no use. You have me trapped, and now I feel like everything we've built together is crumbling around us. Panic and desperation rise up within me as I realize that you may be right; that Nick might not be entirely faithful...and that somehow, impossibly, my husband's financial trouble has led to this. "Please," I sob, "please don't do this."

N-No...I don't know... Maybe...maybe we could work something else out... Just please don't make me do this. I love him! Please believe me! I just want to make things right for us again...please give us another chance.

Tears stream down my face as I plead with you, feeling desperate and trapped. You know the truth; you have power over me now. The thought makes me sick with shame, but I'll do anything to protect what we have left together...no matter how much it hurts or humiliates me in the end.

I close my eyes tightly as I feel your hand on my breast, my breath catching in my throat. "Please," I whisper, "please don't make me do this." My heart is racing; I can barely think straight through the combination of fear and humiliation coursing through me. "There must be another way...there has to be..."

But the truth is that there isn't. There never was. And with each passing moment, you have more control over my life...and over Nick's future as well. I feel like a pawn in some twisted game of power and money, and even though it disgusts me to admit it...I know that for now, there's nothing else I can do.

You're hurting me...it's too much... I can't...I don't know if I can do this...please just make it stop. Please let him go...let us keep our money...you have no right to take him from me like this...we were happy before you came along, we could still be happy without you.... Oh God, please....

My words come out as ragged, pain-filled gasps. "Please...please just let us go..." I plead, tears streaming down my face. But it's no use; you don't care about our feelings or our needs. All that matters is what you want...and what you can take from me to get it.

As you undress me and whisper sweet words of deceit into my ear, my body reacts against my will. Lust and desire awaken within me, overwhelming the anger and hurt I've been trying so hard to ignore. It's not fair...none of this is fair...but as you guide my hand towards your growing erection, I know there's only one choice left for me. I must save our marriage...somehow.

Tears streak down my cheeks as I look up at you from where your cock is level with my face. You've seen my husband's body count, but do you know how much this hurts me? Do you understand that I never wanted any of it? That all I want is for us to be happy together? But as you hold my head in place and press the length of your cock against my lips, I feel myself giving in. There's no escaping from this trap...no way out but through. And so, with a trembling hand and shaking resolve, I reach up to take what you offer.

I wrap my lips around your erection and begin to stroke it, tears mingling with the saliva on my tongue as I try desperately not to gag. Your hands hold my head in place while the other roams over my body; a cruel reminder of how little control I really have in this situation. But at least...at least if I do this...maybe there's still hope for us. Maybe I can make you understand just how much I need him and our family to be together again.

My vision blurs as you thrust deeper into my throat; your hips rocking forward with each hard stroke. I gag and choke, trying desperately to breathe through the sensation of being completely overwhelmed by your cock. My hands flail helplessly at my sides, seeking purchase on anything solid as you force me to pleasure you in this way.

And still, despite the humiliation and pain, I can't help but wonder if maybe...just maybe...there's some small part of you that believes me when I say that I love him. That we could make things work again if given the chance. But as your breath comes in ragged gasps and your body tenses against mine, signalling your impending orgasm, hope seems to fade away like a distant memory...replaced by the harsh reality of our situation.

I close my eyes tightly as you withdraw your cock from my mouth. The taste of you lingers on my tongue, bitter and metallic against the back of my throat. "I-I want to make things work with Nick," I whisper hoarsely. "Please...give us another chance."

But even as I say the words, I know they're hollow. Hollow and empty. Because a part of me knows that it might be too late for us. That perhaps our love can never survive this betrayal...this violation. And so all I can do is cling to the hope that maybe there's still some way out, some way back to the life we once had together.

But even as I hold onto that faint glimmer of hope, I feel your eyes on me...and a dark suspicion begins to grow in my heart. What if you don't really want to help us? What if you're only using this opportunity to tear us apart for good?

"N-No...please," I whimper, struggling feebly against your grip as you push me down onto the couch. "We can work something out...I'll do anything..." Tears stream down my face again, hot and salty on my skin. But even as they fall, I feel a strange sense of detachment from them; as if this whole situation is happening to someone else entirely.

My body arches into your touch as you roughly rub against my clit. My hips move of their own accord, grinding against your hand in search of release. But it isn't the same...not like when Nick touched me. There's no tenderness or care in your hands, only a cruel hunger that leaves me feeling dirty and used. I want to hate you for this, but instead all I can feel is an overwhelming sense of helplessness...and an awful realization.

I am the bargaining chip...the pawn...and no matter what happens now, my life will never be the same again.

No! I want...I need Nick. This isn't what I wanted! Please stop...please just let me go back to him. He needs me...he loves me....

I...I don't know.... I-I can't believe he would do that. He wouldn't just leave me like this! Please...give us a chance to make things right...

No...stop it.... I can't...I can't do this...Nick needs me....Oh God, please stop....

I'm sorry...I can't do this.... Please stop.... I need to go back to Nick...please just let me go. He loves me....