Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnaped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In CAPTIVE WIFE IN CHAINS, Mona finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform what she considers perverse sex acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Mona suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Mona Parker was not having a good time. This party was one of the most boring business parties that she had ever attended. There was plenty of alcohol and loud music, but Mona thought that these new business associates of her husband's had a lot to be desired in the intelligence department. It was hard to hold a logical conversation with any of them.
Not that any of the men wanted simply to talk to her. Mona was a tall, slender redhead with a good build. She was proud of the way that she looked and she wore a clinging green gown that showed off her curves. That didn't mean that she wanted to fight off passes all night long.
Mona had received more propositions in a few minutes than she had gotten in an entire lifetime and she was getting a little tired of it.
Mona wondered why Edward had ever gotten mixed up with lower-class people like these. Her husband was a lawyer, and Mona was used to going to parties where there were lawyers and politicians, not people who looked almost criminal. Some of the girls at the party looked like they had just walked in off the street.
Mona decided she'd had enough. She hadn't seen her husband in a while. He had been drinking heavily a few moments before and now he had wandered off somewhere.
She pushed her way through the crowd and into the kitchen. He wasn't there. Neither was he near the bathrooms. She found her way into a dark hallway and decided she might as well see where it led. She found a closed door at the end of the hall and pushed it open without knocking.
A man was seated behind an oak desk. He was writing something and he looked up when she came in. Her first thought was that he was one of the most frightening men she'd ever seen. Not that he was ugly. He was a nice-looking man.
But there was something about the way he looked at her that made her think he could see right through her clothes. She had never felt so suddenly scared of any man and it made her a little angry.
"Excuse me," she said. "I was looking for my husband."
"He's not here."
"I can see that," she said. "I'll just look somewhere else."
Mona stepped out in the hallway again and closed the door. For a moment, she leaned against the door. She was aware that her heart was pounding rapidly and her palms were sweaty. It was as if she had been in the room with a dangerous animal.
It made her angry all over again.
She was going to really tell Edward off when she found him. He had no business bringing her to this place. Mona wouldn't have admitted that she was a snob, but down deep she knew she was. She didn't like associating with those people that she didn't consider to be socially good people.
Mona was starting to burn as she went back to the party. She still couldn't locate Edward. She walked in the other direction and found a stairway. There were people standing around on the stairway, so it didn't seem wrong to go upstairs.
Mona had assumed that there were bedrooms upstairs. She was wrong. There may have been bedrooms, but there was also another bar. There were locked doors all around. She tried one of the doors at the other end and it was locked also.
She turned away. Where was her damned husband? She was getting angry enough to leave without him.
Mona had started back down the stairs when her way was blocked suddenly by a big, muscular young man. She remembered him. He had been introduced as Don and he was supposed to be some sort of weight-lifter. He had made a pass at her earlier.
"What's the matter, sugar?" he asked.
"I was looking for my husband," she answered.
"Are you sure you want to find him?"
"Of course I do," she said angrily. "I'm ready to go home. I want to know where he is."
"I'll show you, baby."
"I'd appreciate that," she said.
Mona followed Don back up the steps. Don was the kind of young man she had always hated in high school. He was a tough jock type and he had an arrogant attitude. His kind always thought that they were God's gift to women. She shuddered at the thought.
"I've already tried that door," Mona said.
"Yeah," he said. "You didn't have a key."
Don took a key out of his pocket, then unlocked the door. At least he was being a gentleman. He pushed the door open and let her go in first. It was dark inside. She stopped, but Don put a hand in the small of her back and pushed her into the room. The door shut heavily and the lights came on.
She was in a room that was surrounded completely in curtains. The floor had soft red carpet that her feet sank down in. There was no furniture at all.
"What the hell is going on?" Mona asked. She turned to face Don. He was grinning lewdly. She could feel her heart starting to hammer quickly and, for the second time that night, she felt afraid.
"Where is my husband?" she asked.
"I promised you that you could see him," Don said. "I always keep my promises. Go over there. You'll find a switch on the wall. Flip it."
"I don't understand."
"Go do it and you'll find your husband."
Mona still didn't know what he meant, but she did as he wanted. She found the switch and flipped it up. Immediately the curtains started moving back. In a few moments, she realized that she was in a completely glassed-in room.
"It's one-way glass," Don said. "You can see everybody else, but they can't see you."
Mona stood still in shocked disbelief. She had found her husband. There was a big bed in the next room. Her husband was sitting on the bed in only his shorts.
A blonde girl came through the door. She had been one of the younger girls from downstairs. Mona had thought that she might have been someone's daughter or something because she looked too young for the party.
The blonde came over and she sat down on her husband's lap. The blonde was fully dressed, but there was nothing innocent about the way she was squirming her tight little ass against Mona's husband.
"I can't believe this," Mona moaned.
Mona turned her head and she realized that Don had slipped out of the room. She was alone. And somehow she knew that the door was locked. She was captured in this room, where all she could do was stand and watch her husband.
Suddenly there was the sound of breathing in the room and it wasn't her own. Mona realized that she could also hear their breathing and she would hear their words.
"Damn," Don was saying. "This is crazy. I never expected anything like this to happen to me tonight. If my wife ever finds out about this...."
"Doesn't your wife let you have any fun?" the blonde asked.
"She will if it's in the dark and under the covers."
"Damn," the young girl said. "I didn't think anybody lived like that."
Mona didn't like her husband spreading the word about their love life. She couldn't help it if she was shy, and she enjoyed sex well enough. She didn't like to behave like an animal as her husband and the little blonde were doing.
The blonde kissed Mona's husband. She "-ibbed both sides of his head and kissed him u long and lovingly. At the same time, she was rubbing her ass against him. Edward gasped as the blonde moved off his lap.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" the blonde asked.
"Oh, hell yes."
The young blonde smiled as she went over to a radio. She turned on some wild music, then began to move her body in rhythm to it. Mona had seen dancing before, but not like this. The blonde seemed to shake every part of her body at once. Edward was certainly enjoying it. He was grinning and rubbing his hard cock.
The blonde reached behind her back and she undid the strings that held her top together. She moved closer to Edward and shook the top loose from her small creamy tits.
"Hot damn," Edward said.
The blonde snuggled down in Edward's lap again. This time she rubbed her tits all over Edward's naked chest. Edward wrapped his arms around her and he pulled her tightly against him. His hands moved up and down her back as he kissed her mouth.
Mona was shaking with anger. She had never seen anything like this in her entire life. She would have walked out if it had been anybody but her husband. But, somehow, she couldn't leave. She had to stay and see everything that happened.
"Let's lay down on the bed, baby," Edward groaned.
"What's the matter, sugar?" the blonde said. "Have you got some kind of problem?"
The blonde slipped her hand down and squealed with delighted pleasure when she squeezed his hard cock. She quickly moved off his lap, and they both crawled up on the bed. Edward stretched out on his back, and the blonde got on top of him.
"Ummm," the blonde said. "You do have a problem. You feel so hard. Your wife hasn't been giving it to you often enough or you wouldn't be so hard!"
"Tania, baby," Edward groaned. "Squeeze my cock some more. You make me feel hot all over when you do that."
Tania rolled off him and pressed her young body against his side. Her fingers started at his chest, then moved down to the waistband of his shorts. She licked her lips as she slid her hand underneath his shorts and over his cock.
"That feels so big!" she gasped. "I bet it's going to drive me crazy, putting that big prick in my pussy!"
Mona's ears burned. How could the young girl use language like that? How could she act so depraved? Mona knew that people acted like that, but it was a shock to see it actually happening. It was also a shock to see the effect that the young blonde was having on her usually quiet husband.
Edward was groaning with pleasure as Tania's long fingers stroked his cock. Mona couldn't see very much about what she was doing. All she could see was Tania's hand moving up and down beneath the tight jockey shorts.
Tania took her hand out of his shorts. She leaned closer and rubbed one of her small tits against him. She was rubbing her tit down his chest to his lap, then back up again. Finally she moved up to where she could put her nipple against Edward's open mouth.
Edward hungrily sucked her hard nipple into his mouth. He sucked almost all of her tit into his mouth, then began chewing on it like a dog chewing on a bone.
"Oh, yes," Tania moaned. "That's nice."
There was a look of intense pleasure on Tania's face as she grabbed the side of Edward's head, pulling at him. Edward started making sucking sounds.
Mona didn't know why, but the sound of her husband's sucking on the young girl's tit sent a shiver through her body. She also felt a little flushed. She licked her lips.
"Oh, yes, baby," Tania said. "Suck my tit. Bite me. Make it feel so good!"
Edward sucked harder as Tania's hand moved down his chest once more. She slid her hand inside his shorts, and her fingers started stroking his cock again. Edward's hips were bucking as he grew more and more excited.
Tania took her hand away, but this time she tugged at his shorts. Quickly, Edward lifted up and let her slide his shorts down his legs. He kicked them off as her hand come back to his swollen prick.
"Let me look at it," Tania moaned. "It feels so big that I have to look at it!"
Tania moved down his body. Her hair fell around his chest as she put her head close to Edward's cock. Mona was really shocked now. She had never touched Edward's cock that much and she had never gotten that close to it.
Tania's face was inches away from his cock. Her pink tongue shot out and licked at his swollen cockhead. Edward's body trembled all over. Tania's fingers closed around the base of his prick as her tongue shot out to lick his pink cockflesh again.
"You're making me feel so good," he groaned. "I don't think I've ever felt so hot!"
Tania had her skirt on, but she made short work of that. She lifted up, unzipped her skirt and slipped it down her legs. She wasn't wearing any panties. Edward's hands went immediately between her creamy thighs. Mona could see his fingers working into her cunt. Tania seemed to go crazy. She was squirming all over the bed. She started pushing her cunt against his fingers.
"Finger-fuck me like that," Tania moaned. "Oh, yes, that does feel so fucking good!"
Edward kept his fingers moving in and out of her pussy. His face moved closer to her tits. Again, he pushed a rubbery looking nipple into his sucking mouth. Tania gasped as her body responded to the licking and finger-fucking she was getting.
"Do me good," Tania moaned. "You make me feel so fucking good. You're making my pussy feel hotter than hell."
Tania moved away from him again. Edward was trying to get over on top of her, but the young blonde had other ideas. She pushed Edward onto his back, then moved on top of him. She sat across his thighs and reached between them. Her small fingers circled his big cock.
"I'm going to fuck you this time," Tania told him. "I'm going to make you crazy!"
Tania raised up. Her fingers guided his swollen cockhead to her pussy entrance. She started slowly lowering herself until his prick-head slid inside her cunt. She moved around in a circle until Edward pushed up with frustration.
"You want my pussy bad, baby?" she asked.
"Oh, damn, you know I do," he groaned. "You fucking know I do!"
Tania settled down on his cock. She took it deeply inside her pussy and gave a cry of pleasure. She sat still for a moment, then started bouncing up and down.
"Your pussy feels good, so fucking good," Edward groaned.
Edward slid his hands up her body and he grabbed her tits. He squeezed them hard and his hips started bucking up off the bed. His face was flushed and sweating and he kept licking his lower lip. He kept trying to fuck faster.
"You are excited," Tania said. "Slow down a little. It's better if you're slower."
"I can't help it, baby," he answered. "I can't. It's been so long since I've had a pussy like yours. Oh, shit, I'm hot!"
Tania sighed and started bouncing faster. She turned her head toward the glass, and Mona almost jumped back. It was almost as if Tania could see that she was standing there. Tania smiled and licked her lips. She pushed her tits and cunt toward Mona as if she was trying to tempt her.
Mona felt sick but she couldn't take her eyes away.
Edward took control. He was like a bull in heat as he rolled Tania over onto her back and started fucking her cunt like he'd never had a piece of ass.
"You sweet bastard," Tania groaned. "Give it to me like that. I love your big cock!"
"Oh, shit, baby," Edward groaned. "I'm too excited. I can't wait. I can't fucking wait. I'm going to come. I'm going to fucking come. Oh, shiiiit!"
"Not yet, you bastard," she groaned.
But he was past the point of no return. Edward was coming. His entire body was shuddering as he drove his prick deep into Tania's pussy. Mona could almost feel the spurts of his jism inside herself. She had felt it often enough.
"I'm sorry, baby," Edward finally said. "I'm fucking sorry. I just couldn't wait."
Tania was not angry as Mona thought she would be. Instead, there was a strange look in her eyes as she stroked Edward's head.
"That's all right, honey," Tania said. "I'm going to get mine. You'd better believe it. The night's still young."
CHAPTER TWO
Mona had seen enough. She was furious as she walked to the door. She was going to pound on it if it wouldn't open, but she had no trouble. The party still looked the same. It didn't look like anyone had any idea what was going on.
Mona didn't see Don around and she was glad of that. She was in no mood to fend off another pass. She got downstairs and found her shawl. Don was standing near the door as she started to leave.
"You're not leaving already?" Don asked.
"I am," she said. "You can tell my husband exactly the reason I'm leaving. Tell him I'm taking the car."
"That'll make things hard on him."
"I don't give a damn about him right now," she said. "Maybe his girlfriend can take him home."
It was cool outside. Mona was still furious as she walked to her car, and the cool air didn't help her mood. She fumbled with her keys for a few moments, but finally got the car door open. She was trying not to cry. Mona didn't want to give her husband that kind of satisfaction. But she could already feel the tears stinging her eyes.
"Damn him," she said. "Damn him to hell!"
Mona was getting into the car when she saw the shadowy figures walking toward her. It took her a few moments before she recognized Don. She didn't know the man with him.
She tried to shut and lock the door quickly, but she wasn't quick enough. Don grabbed the car door, practically jerking it from her fingers.
"Would you quit trying to follow me home?" Mona asked. "I'm tired of you. Just leave me alone."
"And I'm tired of you, bitch," Don said.
Her mouth dropped open in shock. Nobody had ever talked to her that way before. Don reached in and he put a muscular hand on her shoulder, then started pulling her from the car.
Mona didn't know what was happening, but she knew she didn't like it. She wasn't getting out of that car without a fight. She clawed at his hand with her fingernails and drew blood. He yelled in pain and jerked his hand back.
"Stupid bitch!" he yelled.
Don's hand caught her by the throat. He squeezed until Mona was gasping for breath. She tried to claw his hand again. He brought his other hand around in a savage blow that nearly knocked the top of her head off.
Jerking her from the car, he got her outside, and she tried kicking him. He stepped back and let her fall. She scraped her knees and ruined her stockings as she hit the ground. For the first time the other man moved.
He moved as quickly as a striking snake and he looked like one. He was tall and skinny and there was an ugly scar across his cheek. He grabbed both her arms, pulling them behind her.
"Let me go, damn you!" she cried. "Let me go. You can't do this to me."
"We are doing this, bitch," Don said.
Mona got her hand free and she slapped at the man who held her. She managed to bring her high-heeled shoe down against his shin, and he yelled and let go of her. Immediately, she turned to Don. Don had his fist balled up and he punched her in the stomach. The other man grabbed her arms again as she bent over. Mona grew frantic as she realized that her hands were being roughly tied together.
"Don't do that," she moaned. "Don't do that, damn you."
All of her life, she had nursed a fear of being tied up and helpless. Don had stepped back and he was rubbing his scratched hand. Mona could see blood. She realized that it was no use fighting anymore with her hands tied so tightly behind her.
"All right," she said. "What are you going to do to me?"
"You don't talk so tough now, do you, bitch?" Don said. "What's the matter. Are you getting a little scared?"
"I could never be scared of a poor excuse for a man like you," Mona told him.
It was a mistake, but she didn't know how much of a mistake until his face turned an angry red. He brought his open hand around in a savage swipe. The sound of his hand against her face was as loud as a gunshot. The blow stunned her, and he gave her no time to recover from it. He brought his other hand up into her stomach in another stunning blow.
Mona was leaning back against the car, gasping for breath. She hoped someone would come along, but she had the feeling that this had been planned well. For a moment, she was angry as hell as she thought that her husband was probably still comfortably fucking the silly little blonde.
"Damn you," she whispered. "That hurt."
"I may hurt you a lot before the night is over, cunt," Don said.
Don grabbed her by her hair before she could do anything to stop him. He flipped her around, then slammed her head down against the fender of her car. For a moment, she thought she was going to be knocked out. She was dizzy and her mouth had been cut. She could taste her own blood.
"Damn it, Don, take it a little easy," the other man said. "The boss doesn't want her marked up."
"Shut up, Richie," Don said. "The boss lets me do what I want most of the time. He says use my own judgement and my judgement says this hot-tempered little bitch needs a lesson."
Mona was still feeling dizzy and she could hardly understand his words. She understood when he put his hand on the back of her neck. His muscular fingers held her cheek pinned to the car and she couldn't move her head.
"You're a good-looking bitch," Don said. "I've got a hard-on for you that won't quit. I'm going to have to sample the merchandise, baby!"
"No," she whispered. "Please don't. Not like this. Please don't do anything to me."
He only laughed at her. His big hand was stroking her back all the way down to her ass-cheeks. Mona trembled. She tried to move away but his big hand held her firmly.
"Don't you try to get away from me, baby," he said. "There's no sense in it. I'm going to have all the fun I want."
His hand stroked her asscheeks and the backs of her thighs. Mona had never been treated like this. She shivered and fought back the tears.
His hand went down to the bottom of her dress. He gripped the hem and started pulling it up her back. The front of the car was suddenly cold against her legs. Her stockings were torn up and she felt the cold metal against her skin as her dress was bunched up above her knees.
Mona struggled frantically again as the cold air touched the backs of her thighs. She almost managed to escape his hand, but it was only for a second. Then he gripped her hair and slammed her face down hard again. Again, she was dizzy for a moment. She took her breath in great sobs. He clamped his hand on the back of her neck once more. His other hand began exploring underneath her skirt. His fingers touched her thighs, and it made her feel filthy.
"Please," she begged him. It sickened her to beg this man, but she had no choice. "Don't do this to me. I have money. I can pay you. Please don't, please!"
"I don't want your fucking money, cunt," he said. "I just want some of that good pussy!"
Her dress was jerked up to her waist. Don stepped back but not far enough to let her go. She felt his hot eyes exploring every inch of her thighs and rounded asscheeks. She felt so dirty. It was a big nightmare. It couldn't be happening to her, but it was.
"Nice-looking ass," he said. "A beautiful big ass. I like a woman with a nice, shapely ass. No fat on you, baby. You're going to be a good fuck!"
He slapped her ass, and she squealed. He liked the sound of it, evidently, because he slapped her three more times. Each time, the sound was torn out of her throat even though she fought it. The air was cold and her ass was cold. His hot hand seemed to send fire through her ass.
"Maybe you'd like something different, baby?" Don asked. "Maybe you'd like to blow my cock instead?"
"You animal!" she screamed.
"I didn't think so. But that's all right, baby. We've got plenty of time. I can teach you that."
He slapped her ass a few more times, laughing all the time. Her ass kept burning. Mona had always thought of herself as a soft and delicate type, and she knew his big hand was bruising her tender flesh.
"Move your ass, baby," he told her. "Richie wants to see you moving it from side to side. Move it for us!"
Mona hated to obey his command but she was hurting so badly. She started swaying her ass slowly from side to side, sick with humiliation.
"Move it faster, bitch," he told her. "I want to see you shake that fucking ass. Move it for me like you're dancing to music!"
Mona felt shamefully like some kind of whore as she shook her ass for him. His hand stopped slapping her and he started caressing her ass with gentle fingers. It was quite a difference from the slapping and the sensation was new to her. She had enjoyed sex with her husband, but it had been nothing world-shaking. But the difference between his hand beating her and his hand caressing her was shocking. It sent shivers of pleasure through her body. She couldn't understand why, but she quickly concentrated on how much she hated him and the pleasure stopped.
Mona tried to raise her head up again. He taught her a lesson for the third time as he slammed her face against the car hood. This time, she knew, was the last time. She wasn't going to try raising her head anymore. It hurt.
Don reached underneath her body with both hands, and he cupped her tits. His rough hands squeezed so hard that she was gasping for breath. Her nipples were hard and pointy, and his searching fingers found them quickly, brushing her nipples back and forth between his fingers.
His hands massaged her like she was an animal without any feeling. When he pressed his body against hers, she could feel how hard his cock was. She gasped as the long line of his cock pressed against her panties. His prick was still in his trousers, but the heat seemed to melt through both their clothes.
"Move your ass against me, bitch," he said. "Rub that hot little ass against my cock or I'll squeeze your tits off!"
Don gripped her tits harder. There was nothing she could do but rub her ass against his swollen cock. She could feel his prick getting even harder as she rubbed against him. There was a savage tense feeling to his body as he pressed his cock harder against her.
"You feel that, bitch?" he asked, "Answer me, bitch. Answer me when I talk to you."
"I feel it," she said nervously.
"I'm going to fuck you with it, bitch," he told her. "I'm going to show you that you're nothing but a hot hole to fuck. I'm going to wear your ass out!"
He rubbed his hands back along her waist and down to her asscheeks. His hands stroked the backs of her thighs, then slipped inside her panties to touch her bare asscheeks. For a moment, his hands stopped moving. Then he began squeezing her asscheeks as he had been squeezing her tits.
One of his fingers moved into the crack of her ass, and he began playing with her tiny asshole. She shivered and tried to pull away. But she remembered the speed of his hand and how badly he could hurt her.
"That's right, baby," he told her. "Just stay still. Just stay still while I play with you!"
His finger moved down from the crack of her ass and found her pussy hole. He slid it inside her gently. Mona was surprised at that. She had expected his hand to be rough. She could have stood it better if it had been rough. Instead, his finger was like a slow hot flame burning her pussy.
"Nice tight pussy, baby," he told her. "It just hasn't been used enough. We're going to take care of that!"
Another finger slid into her pussy. Don stopped being gentle. He stabbed his fingers in and out quickly, roughly pushing against the inner walls of her cunt. The edges of his fingers savagely rubbed her clit.
Mona told herself that it was sick, that she couldn't get excited over what was happening to her. Yet there was a strange tingle behind her thighs and her pussy was getting wet.
"Damn you!" she shouted. "Why don't you just do it and get it over with?"
"What's the matter, baby?" he asked. "Are you afraid you're going to get excited?"
Perhaps that was exactly what she was afraid of. Mona didn't have to worry about him playing much longer, though. She was sure that she could sense the hunger in his body. He was like a time bomb ready to go off at any moment.
Don took his hands out of her panties. Now he gripped her panties and the shredded remains of her stockings and started pulling them down. He pulled down her panties to her knees, then stopped.
"I kind of like it this way, baby," he told her. "There's something kind of nice about a bitch with her panties down around her knees."
"Will you get this over with?" Richie said. "Somebody's going to be coming along."
Don was obviously not worried about anyone coming along. He wasn't acting rushed as he pulled down his zipper. Slipping his hand inside, he pulled out his cock. He bent closer to her and let his cockhead rub against the backs of her thighs.
Mona was glad that she didn't have to look at it. She'd never seen any man's cock but her husbands and now she was not ever going to see that one again if she could help it.
Feeling Don's cock was bad enough. He kept rubbing it up against her thighs. He was making her feel sticky. She already felt dirty all over.
"Now you're going to get it, bitch," Don said. "Now I'm going to give you what I've been waiting to give you all evening long!"
Don changed his position. His cockhead brushed against the entrance to her pussy. She begged him not to stick it in, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. At the last moment, he put his hand back at her neck.
"I don't want you moving around, baby," he said.
Don jabbed up a little. His cockhead popped easily into her cunt from behind. Mona gasped. She had never known any man's cock but her husband's and she had never been fucked from behind. It was like being an animal.
"Are you ready for it, baby?" he asked. "Are you ready for my fucking prick?"
"Just get it over with!" she screamed. He jabbed his swollen cock into her with one brutal thrust. Her pussy had never felt so torn apart with cock. She was stuffed all the way into her belly. He didn't move for a moment, as if he couldn't believe how good her pussy felt.
"You sweet fucking bitch," he groaned. "Your fucking pussy is great. You are one sweet piece of ass!"
He started fucking her slowly and his huge cockhead seemed to split her in two. He slid his hand around and started squeezing her tit again.
"Great fucking pussy," he groaned. "So fucking good!"
Don squeezed her tit as he pounded her even harder. He was fucking her as hard as he could. His heavy balls slapped her with every stroke. She had never been fucked this brutally by her husband. Don was treating her like a slut.
"You fucking cunt," he groaned. "Oh, shit, you cunt. Your cunt feels so fucking good. Oh, fucking shit. Oh, fucking shit, I'm coming! Fuuuuucking shit!"
His prick went into her cunt deeper. His hot cockhead jerked inside her, then started spurting hot cum into her pussy. He spurted twice, then seemed to dribble more of his thick cum into her pussy. Her pussy was filled with cum. It dripped out of her cunt and wet the backs of her thighs.
"Fucking good pussy," he groaned. "But you don't know how to use it yet. You'll learn, though. You'll learn."
She didn't like the sound of that.
CHAPTER THREE
Mona's hands were still firmly tied behind her back as she was pushed ahead of the two men. She was directed back into the house, but not through the same door she had come out of.
"Where are you taking me?" Mona asked.
"Shut up, bitch," Don said. "You'll find out soon enough."
The side door led into a quiet hallway. Mona was pushed again and she started walking up the hallway. Her heart was pounding fast again. She had hoped that Don would release her after he had finished with her, but Don had other plans.
"Stop right there," Don said.
She was in front of a door. Don knocked and a man's voice answered from inside. Don opened the door, then he pushed Mona ahead of him into the room.
She was half expecting this. It was the man she had met earlier. He was still seated behind the desk. This time, he was not alone. There was a young pretty blonde standing beside his desk. It took Mona a few moments before her eyes adjusted to the light and she recognized the blonde. It was the same young girl who had been fucking her husband earlier. Tania.
"Hello, Mona," Tania said. "I thought you'd be dropping in on us again."
"Why have you done this to me?" Mona asked. "Why have you kidnapped me?"
"Because we like you, Mona," the man behind the desk said. "I'm Paul Dubois. You're going to be staying with us for a while and you might as well relax."
"I'm not staying with you," Mona said.
She noticed him nod to Don. Suddenly there was a smashing pain in her back and she went down on her knees. It was the second time that evening that she'd been on her knees. Her back felt as if he had broken it.
Mona tried to get up, but Don clamped his hand on the back of her neck. He brought his balled-up fist into her back again, and she screamed with pain and terror.
"You can scream all you want to, Mona," Paul said. "This room is completely soundproof, as are most of the rooms in my house. Nobody will hear you, and Don enjoys making women scream."
Don released her and, this time, she didn't try to rise. All she could do was sob quietly. It seemed like all her will to resist had been drained out of her.
"Did she give you any trouble outside?" Paul asked.
"No trouble," Don answered. "She fought a little. She was a little pissed off at her husband."
"She shouldn't have been," Tania said. "He was a lousy fuck. Really lousy."
There was something evil about Tania. Mona didn't know what it was, but it seemed like the young girl was a lot older than her years. She walked over to Mona and put her hand in Mona's hair. She wrapped some of her fingers around the brunette's hair and lifted her head up.
"You should have taught your husband better, baby," Tania said. "You should have taught him how to fuck. Then he wouldn't have left me so unsatisfied."
Mona watched with horror as Tania slid her other hand down Mona's face, then into the front of her gown. Tania's hand felt so strange against her tit. She didn't move away as Tania's fingers caressed her gently.
Mona had just watched her husband fuck and had been brutally fucked, herself. She would not have been human if she hadn't felt something. She didn't like it, but her nipple started to get hard, poking the front of her gown. Tania was smiling as she captured the brunette's nipple between her fingers and squeezed it.
"You've got really nice tits," Tania said. "Of course, that's why Paul had you kidnapped. He likes a woman with nice tits."
"Are you still hot, Tania?" Paul asked.
"Of course I am. That bastard left me feeling hotter than hell."
"Then you can have her. I would enjoy seeing that. She's been acting like such a snobbish bitch. I wonder how she's going to act with your cunt in her face."
"Oh, no," Mona said.
Mona was looking around in horror. She couldn't believe that they actually intended to do this to her. Two women together had always seemed to be the sickest thing she had ever heard.
"Let me go, please," she said. "Oh, damn, you can't mean to do this to me."
"It's not going to be so bad, honey," Tania said. "You might even learn to enjoy it."
"Get away from me!" Mona yelled.
Mona tried scrambling across the floor. She had forgotten her fear of Don in her attempt to get away from Tania. Mona couldn't go far on her knees with her hands tied behind her. Don stepped away and she wondered why. She found out quickly. Don didn't have to go after her. She had been given to Tania.
"Don't run away from me, bitch!" Tania yelled.
Tania caught her in a couple of steps. Reaching down, she grabbed Mona by the hair, practically ripping Mona's hair out. Mona ended up on her back.
"Would you like to see the bitch's tits?" Tania asked. "I bet she's never showed them to anybody but her husband."
"No," Mona whispered.
But there was no stopping Tania. She had a funny look in her eyes as she slid her hand down the front of Mona's gown. Her gentle hand cupped Mona's tit. Tania licked at her full lips, her eyes fiery with excitement.
"She's got a big pair," Tania said. "They're real. She's got a nice pair of tits."
Tania proved it to the rest of them. She slowly lifted out one of Mona's grapefruit-sized tits, then held it out for everyone to see. Mona struggled to get away, but Tania's other hand was like steel and she held Mona's head easily.
"Fantastic," Don groaned. "Take them both out. Let's see what the bitch has to offer."
Tania didn't waste any time as she pulled Mona's gown down to her waist. Both of Mona's creamy tits had popped free. Mona could feel four pair of eyes caressing her tit-flesh.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Mona cried. There were tears in her eyes. She had never been so frightened and so sick about what was happening to her. She wanted to escape from these animals, especially from the cruel blonde.
"What's the matter, you cunt?" Tania asked. "Are you afraid to show off your tits? Are you ashamed of them? I'm not. Let me show you."
Tania reached behind her back and she unhooked her top, pulling it off of her with one motion. Her smaller tits were standing firm and swollen. Her titflesh was a bright pink from her exertions and her rubbery looking nipples were already standing rigid. They were like ripe peaches ready to be plucked.
Mona turned her eyes away and blushed a bright red. She did not want to look at Tania's tits anymore. It made her feel uncomfortable.
"Look at them, cunt," Tania said. "You've seen my tits before. You watched your lousy fucking husband sucking on them. Now look at them, you bitch!"
She wondered why Tania was being so cruel to her. She had her head jerked back to face Tania again. Tania had moved closer so that her tits were swinging in front of Mona's face. Mona could smell a musky odor about her body.
"Look at my tits," Tania said. "They're not as big or as pretty as yours. But I know how to use them. I know how to give them to a man when he wants to suck on them."
"You're nothing but a whore," Mona groaned.
"We're all whores, bitch," Tania said. "Every woman's a whore who has a hole between her legs, and you've got a hole."
Mona was really shocked by what Tania did next. She couldn't move her face away quickly enough as Tania stepped up and rubbed her creamy tit against the brunette's face. Mona thought she was going to be sick.
When Mona jerked her head back, it hurt like hell. She wasn't going to get away that easily. Tania followed her and started rubbing her tit against Mona's face. Tania pushed hard, and Mona ended up on her back. Tania straddled her neck and stretched out on top of Mona. Mona kept struggling, but the young girl was really strong. She had Mona pinned to the floor.
Tania's face was inches from Mona's as she started wiggling her body. It was a really strange sensation to have another young woman rubbing her tits against her own. The friction was enough to make her nipples seem to itch.
"What's the matter?" Tania asked. "Is it getting to you?"
"You're sick," Mona groaned.
"I'm going to show you just how sick I am," Tania said.
When the blonde kissed her mouth, Mona thought she was going to throw up. She twisted her head from side to side as Tania kissed her again. She couldn't seem to escape those hungry lips. Tania became frustrated as Mona kept trying to move her head.
"Stop it, bitch," Tania moaned.
Grabbing both sides of Mona's head, she slammed her head backwards. She held on tightly as she kissed Mona full on the lips again. Her mouth tasted salty. She kissed quickly and her tongue darted at Mona's lips.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it, sugar?" Tania said. "I bet you could get to like it if you tried."
Tania kissed her again. This time, the kiss was longer. Mona couldn't escape from it. Tania's small lips seemed to be sucking at her body. When she finally relaxed and opened her mouth, Tania's quick little tongue darted into her mouth. She tasted the salt on Tania's tongue and felt Tania's rubbery tongue going deep into her throat. Tania stopped kissing. Now her tongue started brushing up and down Mona's face. It was like being kissed by a slobbery dog.
"Please stop," Mona groaned.
She knew that Tania was not going to stop. There was a tenseness in Tania's body. It was like being covered by a man. Tania wanted Mona's body and there was nothing Mona could do to stop her.
What made her even sicker was the thought of the men standing there watching, playing with their cocks.
"Now you're going to kiss my titty," Tania said. "Don't you want to do that? Don't you want to kiss my titty?"
"No," Mona answered her.
Tania still wasn't giving her a choice. She moved up until one rubbery nipple rubbed against Mona's lips. Mona tried moving her head from side to side again.
"I thought you knew better than that, bitch," Tania said.
The blonde smashed her head backwards again. This time, Mona didn't try to move her head as Tania pushed her rubbery nipple back against Mona's hot mouth.
"Now suck it, bitch," Tania said. "Show me how much you enjoy sucking a titty. You know you want it!"
Mona didn't want it but she opened her mouth just the same. Immediately her mouth was filled with the taste of Tania's perfumed titflesh. Tania kept pushing until almost all her tit was inside Mona's hot mouth.
"Now suck on it, baby," Tania said. "Suck on it good!"
Mona could see the mens' faces. They were all looking hotter than hell and ready for action. This little show was getting them worked up. She was trembling as she began sucking Tania's tit. She hadn't wanted to make any noise, but it happened anyway. The sound of her sucking was as loud as gunshots in the little room.
"There, baby," Tania said. "You can do it, baby. See how much you enjoy sucking my titty?"
Tania lifted one tit out of her mouth and pushed the other one against Mona's lips. Mona had started thinking that it wasn't so bad. She could stand it if she had to. She didn't like the way that Tania was responding. Tania's body was trembling all over and she was pushing more of her tit into Mona's mouth.
"Bite me a little," Tania moaned. "Oh, yes, I like that. Bite my titties like that."
Mona almost took a bite of Tania's tit but somehow she restrained herself. Instead, she let her teeth gently nip at the woman's titflesh, using her tongue a little more. She was ashamed of herself but she wanted to get it over with. She still had very little idea of what else Tania was going to want.
"You're sucking nice now, baby," Tania said. "Now you be nice to Tania and Tania won't hurt you bad."
Tania pushed a little harder. Mona's mouth had covered all of Tania's firm tit, and it seemed to throb inside her mouth. She let her teeth nip a little harder, and Tania seemed to enjoy that.
"You sweet bitch," Tania groaned. "Oh, shit, now you're doing it so good!"
Tania allowed her to suck a few moments longer, then she pulled her tit out Of Mona's mouth and moved off of her. There was still a hungry look on Tania's face that made Mona shiver.
"I bet you've never sucked your husband's cock, have you?" Tania asked.
"No," Mona answered.
"You're going to get to suck it this time by proxy," Tania said.
Mona heard the men laugh but she still didn't understand. Tania was still looking down at her as she unzipped her skirt, letting it slide down her tanned legs. She wasn't wearing panties. Her blonde cunt bush seemed even thicker than when Mona had seen it before.
"His cum is still in my pussy," Tania said. "You're going to suck it all out of my pussy!"
"Oh, no," Mona said.
Mona was horrified and determined that she would not have to suffer that. She wasn't quick enough. Tania had straddled her body again. The blonde's eyes were alight with fire. She grabbed Mona's head and slammed her body back down. She slammed her hands against the side of Mona's head and made the brunette dizzy enough to stop her from moving for a few moments.
"Now, honey," Tania said. "You're going to eat my pussy, or I'm going to smother you."
Tania lifted up and Mona could smell the musky scent of her pussy. She screamed for Tania to stop but nothing would stop her now. Tania settled down on Mona's face, covering her face with her blonde-fuzzed pussy, and Mona knew she was going to be sick.
"Lick me," Tania moaned. "Lick and suck my pussy. Tongue me, bitch. Right now."
Tania ground her cunt down over Mona's face, and the brunette couldn't escape from it.
There was nothing she could do. She knew she had to do something to get it over with.
Mona slowly slipped her tongue up between Tania's pussylips. Tania moaned and tried to grind her pussy down against Mona's face a little harder. Mona was tasting juices. She pushed her tongue deeper and tasted more than juice. It took her a moment to realize that she was tasting her own husband's cum.
"Lick me good!" Tania gasped. "That's good, baby. Lick my pussy good. That's what I fucking like. Lick it, baby!"
Mona started stabbing her tongue in and out of Tania's pussy. Tania was moaning softly and she released Mona's head. Her fingers slid up her own body and she started playing with her own tits.
"Feels so fucking good!" she gasped. "You are making me feel so fucking good. So nice!"
Tania's body began shaking. It was obvious that she wasn't going to be able to last much longer. She started moving her body up and down as if she was trying to fuck Mona's face. Mona tasted more of Tania's juices in her mouth. She couldn't help but make swallowing sounds, and that seemed to drive Tania over the edge.
Tania gasped as her body twisted in pleasure. She started bouncing up and down a little harder. It seemed like her entire body was being torn apart. Finally she seemed to relax, then fell over onto her back.
Mona took a couple of deep breaths. She was glad it was over. She hadn't enjoyed it. What worried her was, what was going to come next?
CHAPTER FOUR
"Leave us now," Paul said.
Tania, Don, and Richie didn't waste any time getting out the door. It was obvious who was boss around here. Paul got up and he walked around to the front of his desk. He sat down on the edge. There was a hungry look on his face.
"Stand up," he said.
Mona wanted to pull her gown back up to cover her tits but her hands were still tied behind her. There was nothing she could do but somehow make it to her feet, then stand in front of him. Her gown had slipped down to her waist.
"You do have nice tits," Paul said. "Very nice. Did you enjoy sucking your husband's jism out of Tania's cunt?"
"Of course not," Mona said. "What kind of person do you think I am? Do you think I enjoy being raped and humiliated?"
"You're holding up pretty well," he said. "You've got guts. Most women would be in screaming hysterics. Tania was."
"I don't understand," Mona said.
"You don't have to understand but I'll explain it to you, anyway," Paul said. "You see, I like the good-looking young cunts who won't look at any man twice. They're so stuck on themselves. I like to take them and treat them like a woman. You'd be surprised how many learn to love it."
"Not me," she said.
"You'll learn," he said.
Paul stood up and walked toward her. Mona backed all the way to the wall and she could go no farther. He stopped in front of her, grabbed the top of her gown and tore it down the rest of her body. It hit the floor and si she was standing there in nothing but her panties.
"Very nice," Paul said. "Very damn nice. Turn around."
"No," she said.
Paul grabbed her and turned her savagely against the wall. His hand went up between her legs and he gripped her pussy like he was going to tear it off. She almost fainted from the pain before he let her go.
"Never argue with me, bitch," Paul said. "You'll find out that I'm worse than the others. Do you understand me?"
"Yes," she said.
He turned her back around again and moved closer to her body. She could feel every inch of his lean body against hers. He put his hands on her shoulders.
"You got me real hard watching you eat out Tania's pussy," he said. "I bet you've done that before."
"No," she said, shaking her head.
"Sure you have, baby," he said.
"I'm not some kind of pervert."
"But you enjoyed it, baby," he told her. "I saw the look in your eyes. You loved it."
Mona kept shaking her head, but she could tell that Paul didn't believe anything she said.
As he bent down to kiss her mouth, her heart pounded very fast. There was something about this man that was very exciting. She didn't like herself for feeling this way, but she couldn't help it.
"I know what kind of woman you are," he told her. "I know how bad you need a good fucking. Your husband hasn't ever given you what you need. I can give it to you, baby."
"Just let me go, please," she said. "I won't tell anybody what's happened. Just let me go."
"You're acting like you're hard to get, baby," Paul said. "Don told me you'd be this way-all snotty and bitchy-and the problem is that you've never been really fucked. I'm going to see that you get really fucked as long as you're here."
Mona closed her eyes and fought back the tears. She didn't want to give him that satisfaction. She felt one of his hands stroking her side and slowly moving up to her tit.
The brunette responded automatically. She brought one silken knee up between his legs as hard as she could. He yelled in pain and she dodged past him. She didn't stop to think of what to do next.
Mona couldn't get the door open. Her arms were still tied behind her. She ran for his desk but she heard him coming after her. She saw that she was blocked from going any farther and she didn't have the courage to strike out at him again. She was sick with fright as he came around the desk.
He gripped her by the throat and began slapping her face. It was like being hit in the face with a board. Her body rocked each time he struck her.
"You hurt me, bitch," he said. "You're going to pay for that. You're going to fucking pay for that."
"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Oh, please let me go."
Paul wasn't going to let her go. His hand kept slapping her face until she thought she was going to pass out. He stopped hitting her because his hand got tired. His hand slid down from her tits and into her panties and he gripped her naked pussy. One hand grabbed her ass and squeezed.
"You're not going to do anything stupid like that again, are you?" Paul asked.
"Oh, no, I promise!" she screamed. "I promise I won't."
Paul forced her down to the floor of his plushly carpeted office. Mona couldn't do anything to stop him as he slowly pulled her panties down her long legs.
"Spread your legs open wide," he told her. "I want to take a good look at your sweet pussy!"
Mona opened her creamy thighs. There were tears of humiliation stinging her eyes as he sat down below her feet and looked up between her pussylips.
"You've never shown your husband your pussy this way, have you, bitch?" Paul asked.
"Oh, no," she whispered.
"I didn't think so. You are a stupid cunt."
Paul's hand touched her legs. He moved his hot fingers up the insides of her thighs, nearly to her pussy. Mona took a deep breath. His stroking fingertips felt exciting. She closed her eyes and tried to fight the feelings.
"Why don't you relax, baby," he said. "You'd be a lot happier if you'd just relax."
"You go to hell," she said.
"You keep fighting me," he told her, shaking his head. "It's stupid. You can't win."
Sliding his hand up between her thighs, he touched her cuntlips. His fingers were insistent. She couldn't close her legs as he stroked her cuntlips. It made her itch.
"I'm going to fuck you good tonight, baby," Paul said. "Your pussy is going to be sore for a month."
Paul kept his hand over her cunt. He dropped his head to her tits. His mouth was hot and wet as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, then began sucking on it gently. He lifted his head to look at her rigid nipple.
Paul lowered his head again. His teeth nipped at her nipple. Mona groaned softly. She didn't want to feel anything. She fought against having those kinds of feelings. Yet there was something about his lips that turned her on.
Paul jabbed a finger into her cunt, stabbing it deep inside her, then moving it around. His finger rubbed against her clit, and she sighed with pleasure.
"You like it, bitch," he said. "You really like it. I know you fucking do!"
He moved his lips up to her throat and then her mouth. His lips were hard as he kissed her. He jabbed with his tongue, and she opened her mouth. His fat tongue wiggled between her lips.
Mona started rubbing her tongue against his and he enjoyed it. He slipped two more fingers into her cunt, then started moving them in and out very quickly. Her clit was hard and throbbing, and her ass moved in rhythm to his thrusting fingers.
"You are a cunt," he said. "You know you are. You love my fingers and you'll love my cock."
"I'm not," she groaned. "I'm not like that. I'm good. I've always been a faithful wife."
"Sure you have, baby," he said. "That's why you're trying to fuck my fingers off right now!"
Mona tried to move away from him. She was responding to him. She was pushing back against his fingers and felt sick about doing it. He was grinning as he took his fingers out of her.
Paul started undoing his belt, then pulled his trousers down around his knees. She could see the heavy bulge in his shorts, and as Paul rubbed his fingers across his prick, she could actually see it jump.
Mona knew that it was going to happen to her again. She was going to get fucked for the second time that night. She had never been fucked by anyone but her husband in her entire married life, and now she was about to get another strange cock. Her heart was pounding as she tried to move away again.
"You're scared of me, baby," he told her. "You're scared of my big cock. You're scared of what's going to happen to you."
"Please leave me alone," she moaned.
Paul was pulling his shorts down his legs, then kicking them off. His prick was bigger than Don's. He rubbed his fingers across his pricktip and it dripped with cum.
Grabbing her by her hair, he jerked her down. Her face came close to his cock.
"Just look at it, bitch. Look at it close. See what's going to pound your pussy!"
Mona could see every inch of his big cock. It was swollen and marked with blue veins. She could see little drops of pre-cum clinging to his cocktip.
"You're going to learn to love my fucking cock," he told her.
Paul pushed her head back and spread her legs again. He moved over her body. His enormous cockhead was throbbing against her leg. He moved over on top of her and let his cockhead rest against her hot pussylips.
"Now I'm going to fuck you nice and slow for a while," he told her.
Paul put his hands underneath her, lifting her up as his prick moved up against her pussy-lips. He pushed gently and his prickhead broke into her cunt. He kept a steady pressure and his cock slid all the way into her tight cunt.
"Oh, shit yeah," he moaned. "You haven't been using this cunt often enough. You haven't been fucking using it. You've got a sweet pussy and you should use it more!"
Paul moved his hands around her ass until one of his fingers found her asshole. He drove his finger into her asshole and made her shiver. He moved slowly as he dipped his finger deeper into her asshole and moved his cock in and out of her with the same rhythm.
"You've got a fine ass, baby," he told her. "It feels good just holding it. A fucking nice ass!"
He fucked her harder. His prick was going deep into her pussy and seeming to stretch her cuntlips each time he stabbed her. She could feel the steady pressure of his balls slapping her asscheeks.
Mona fought hard against the feelings he was giving her. She didn't want to feel anything, not with this animal. She bit her bottom lip to keep from giving into cries of passion.
"Move your ass, bitch," he groaned. "Move your fucking ass!" Mona wouldn't move anything. She was fighting with all her might. The passion growing in her body was slowly being beaten back down. She was almost smiling as she realized that he wasn't going to make her behave like a slut.
Paul fucked harder, savagely, and she could feel the cum dripping into her pussy. He was sweating on her and his chest crushed her big tits. He was doing his best to get her as hot as he was, but he was starting to realize how hard she was fighting it.
"Bitch," he groaned. "You fucking bitch. Give into some feeling, bitch. Relax."
Mona wouldn't relax. She could be beaten and raped but she wouldn't give him that. She was smiling smugly as she kept all movement from her body.
"You fucking cunt!" he screamed.
Paul jerked his prick out of her. Grabbing her by the hair, he jerked her up to her knees. He brought his hand around in a savage chop that knocked her back. She was dizzy. She felt him lifting her up off the floor.
"All right, bitch," he said. "You don't want to act like a woman. You don't want to give in. Then I'll give it to you like the fucking bitch you are!"
Paul was angry. He hit her hard in the stomach, and she bent over in violent pain. He half dragged her around to the front of his desk. With a sweep of his hand across the top of his desk, he sent everything crashing to the floor.
He hit her in the back and, again, she moaned with pain. He grabbed her by her hair, then slammed her face down on the desk. It hurt like hell. He stood behind her and started spreading her thighs apart.
Paul had something in his hand. She was turning her head to look at it, but she couldn't see what it was. Finally he lifted her up long enough for her to take a look at it. It was a cola bottle. He put the mouth of the bottle against her cunt, and she realized what he was going to do.
"Oh, no," she said. "Don't do that. Oh, please!"
"You don't act like a woman," he said. "You act like you're a piece of frozen cheesecake. Well, I'm going to make you pay for that, cunt!"
Paul rammed the bottle into her cunt, then started moving it in and out. Mona felt degraded. At the same time, he was still rubbing his swollen prick against her thighs. She tried to squirm away from the bottle but she couldn't.
"Now you'll appreciate a good cock better, bitch," he said.
Paul took the bottle out of her cunt, then moved against her with his cock again. He stabbed it into her deep. This time, he wasn't being fancy. He was fucking her as hard as he could. His prick was going deep inside her and it was leaking each time he thrust. Again, she could feel his heavy balls banging against her ass. His prick was throbbing each time he stabbed into her.
"This time I'm going to fuck you silly," he said. "I'm going to teach you a fucking lesson!"
Paul fucked her harder and harder. His big prick was already throbbing inside her. It was growing each time he pressed his cock inside her.
"It feels so damn good," he groaned. "Your pussy feels so damn fucking good!"
His balls slapped her ass loudly. He was trying to drive her body into the desk. He grabbed her tits and held onto them tightly as he rammed her again and again.
"You cunt," he groaned. "I'm going to fill you up with fucking cum. I'm going to fill your cunt. Oh, shit, it feels nice. It feels so fucking nice!"
Paul fucked her harder and harder, and Mona knew she was going to die right there on that desk with her tits banging against the desk top and his cock filling her. Instead, she felt his cock growing a little more inside her pussy and the first of his cum dripping thickly.
"I'm coming," he groaned. "I'm fucking coming. You're getting it now, you bitch. You're fucking getting it now. Oh, fuuuck!"
He rammed her hard and deep and his body started jerking. His cum spurted into her like a waterfall. She could feel it running out of her cunt and wetting her thighs. He kept working his cock into her for a few moments longer, then pulled it out of her. He rubbed his wet cockhead against her creamy asscheeks.
"All right, bitch," Paul said. "I'm done now. You didn't learn your lesson yet, but you will."
"What do you mean?"
"You're going to the treatment room."
CHAPTER FIVE
Mona didn't know where they were taking her. She was kicking and screaming as Richie and Don dragged her into the next room, where the walls were covered with whips and chains. There were metal rings hanging from the walls and there was a metal strap hanging from the ceiling.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked.
"Now don't you worry about anything," Don answered her. "This is just a little part of your training, baby. We're going to teach you to be obedient."
Mona's arms were untied. Immediately she tried to claw Don's face. He only laughed at her. Richie and Don held her arms above her head. They tied her wrists, then fastened her wrists around the metal ring on the end of the ceiling strap.
"Pull her up," Richie said.
Don went over to a winch on the wall. He worked the winch up and down, and Mona could suddenly feel a pressure on her wrists. She realized that she was being pulled off the floor. It was slow and was painful. She was finally above the floor by a couple of inches, and Don locked the winch into place.
"You comfortable, baby?" Don asked.
"You sick animal," she answered him. "This hurts. Why are you doing this to me?"
Don was grinning as he walked over to the wall. He picked off one of the whips. She had a choking sensation. The whip looked awful. Don moved close to her and he placed the end of his whip against her back. He moved the whip down to her asscheeks, and she swung away from him. He laughed.
"You are a snooty bitch," he said. "Paul didn't like the way you acted in there. You didn't move fast enough to suit him. Now you're going to have to learn your lesson."
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked.
"Just teach you to be good," Don said. "Then maybe we'll have a little fun."
Don stepped back. He nodded to Richie who started pushing her so that she was swinging back and forth. It hurt her arms. Then she heard the swish of the whip and the end of it snapped against her back.
"Oh, no!" she screamed.
It hurt like hell. The whip cut into her back, leaving her back stinging. She heard Don laugh as he swung the whip again.
The whip seemed to send trickles of fire through her body. It was like she was being stung by dozens of bees at the same time. Don knew how to use that whip. He started walking around her body and letting the whip snap against her most sensitive parts.
Up to that moment, Mona had been brave. She hadn't liked any of it but she had kept her courage and hadn't totally lost her will.
But she had never been subjected to anything like this before. That damned whip seemed to be tearing her skin off. Mona had thought she had felt pain before, but the end of the whip was awful.
Don went around to her front again. He snapped his whip differently, and just the tip of the whip hit one of her nipples. Mona screamed in rage and pain. He pulled back, then snapped it against her other nipple. She tried to back away but the hoist wouldn't let her get free.
"You like it, bitch," Don said. "No, I can see you don't. Well, maybe you'll be nicer to Paul next time."
"I'll be nicer," she promised. "I promise. Oh, shit, don't hit me anymore."
Don wasn't nearly done. He walked around to her ass and he started bringing the broad side of the whip against her asscheeks. He swung as hard as he could. The whip slashed against her ass again and again, and it made her assmeat feel raw.
Don kept swinging until his arm was tired. Then he handed the whip to Richie and let Richie swing for a while. Richie might not have been as strong but it still hurt like hell. She kept trying to get away but there was no place to go.
Finally Richie stopped hitting her. He gave the whip back to Don, who turned the whip around and started stroking her ass with it. Mona didn't know what he was doing as he brought the whip around and touched her pussy.
"Fuck my whip, bitch," Don said. "Show me how much you love it. Fuck my whip."
Mona didn't know what he wanted. She didn't move, and he cracked the whip handle against her ass. She moved back against him, and he pushed the whip handle into her cunt.
Now Mona knew what he wanted and knew she'd better do it. She started moving up and down on his whip handle, taking the whip deep inside her cunt even though it was disgusting. He kept rubbing it around inside her.
"Tell me how much you love it, cunt," Don commanded. "Say 'I like having your prick in my cunt.' Say it, bitch."
"I like having your prick in my cunt," she said.
Mona had never befort spoken words like that, and it was like all of her pride was slowly draining away. She had to do as he wanted. She couldn't stand anymore of the whip. She would humiliate herself any way he wanted as long as he would stop whipping her.
"Let her down, Richie," Don said.
Richie went over to the door where the winch was. He let her down slowly. Mona thought she was going to pass out when her feet hit the floor. Richie moved up to help her. He was grinning but somehow she wasn't as frightened of Richie as she was of Don. Don was a regular sex fiend and she knew he was going to fuck her again before this was over.
"Take my whip back, baby," he told her.
Mona was standing, but her arms were still tied above her. The men could lift her back up any time. She watched Don move closer and rub his whip against her tits and up to her mouth.
"Why don't you lick off your own cunt juices," he told her. "You shouldn't mind that. You sure enjoyed sucking Tania's pussy a little while ago."
"I had to do that," she said.
"You didn't have to enjoy it so much," Richie said.
Don put the whip handle against her mouth and Mona opened her lips. She sucked on it until it was dry. He took the whip out of her mouth, then ran it down her body again, placing it against her cunt.
"Open your legs," he told her. "Stand with your legs apart. I'm going to put this back inside your cunt."
Mona wanted to call him every name in the book. Instead, she moved her legs apart as he told her. He put the whip between her legs and rubbed it back and forth against her cuntlips for a few moments. Then he changed direction, suddenly stabbed the whip handle up into her cunt.
"Now fuck it again, bitch," he said. "Move up and down. Fuck it!"
Don's face was hard as he shoved the whip in and out of her pussy. She started bouncing up and down. It was painful on her hands but she did it anyway. Her cunt was dripping juice and, for the first time, she was glad. She would have been really uncomfortable if it hadn't been for that.
Don moved away from her. He took the whip out of her pussy, then put it back against her lips again. This time she really tasted her own juices as he put it against her mouth. She sucked it inside her lips and kept sucking until it was clean.
"You like the taste of your pussy, baby," Don said. "I wish you'd relax a little more. You would love to let it all hang out but you keep fighting it. Maybe you'll learn."
Don unzipped his trousers, unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers down. She had already seen his cock one time this evening. She didn't know why looking at it again should make her feel so strange.
"I'm going to fuck you again, baby," Don said. "I'm going to keep fucking you until you're begging for me."
"Never," she whispered.
"So you've still got some fight in you. Well, we'll just see about that."
Don moved closer and rubbed his prickhead against her thighs. Mona felt something wet against her lips and she looked down. She could see some of his leaking pre-cum on her thigh and his bulbous cockhead dripping more jism.
Don moved up until his bloated cockhead was almost at her pussy. He reached for her tits, twisting them until she groaned in pain. He relaxed his grip and started playing with her nipples. Her nipples already felt sore and sensitive. His fingers only hurt them more.
Don moved close enough to put his cock between her legs. He squeezed her tits together until she did as he wanted. She closed her thighs around his bloated cock. He started moving a little. It was almost like being fucked except that his cock wasn't inside her cunt. She was feeling every inch of his big prick clamped between her creamy thighs.
"That's the fucking way," he groaned. "Move like that. I'm enjoying it, baby. Move your ass like that!"
Mona moved up against him and then away, so that her thighs were squeezing and rubbing his cock. She could feel his cock getting big and throbbing.
"You've got a sweet ass and a sweet pussy," Don said. "It's just a damn shame that nobody ever taught you how to use it!"
Don moved a little so that his swollen cockhead touched at her hot pussy. He moved up and his prickhead popped into her cunt. Putting his arms around her back, he pulled her against him. His cock seemed to slide deep into her cunt. She had never fucked like this before and it was a completely new feeling.
"Now lift up, bitch," he told her. "Lift up with your hands and bring yourself down so that you're riding my cock."
It hurt to lift up with her hands, but Mona did it anyway. She pulled herself up by the ropes, then settled down again so that his huge prick filled her cunt completely. Then she pulled herself up, and she let herself down again. She kept it up until she had established a painful rhythm.
"Oh, yeah," Don said. "You know how to fucking move, bitch. You know how to make a man happy."
Richie had moved closer to her. He put his hand on the back of her neck, then let it slide all the way down her body. He touched her creamy asscheeks and his fingers parted them. She gasped as he pushed one finger into her tight ass.
"She's got virgin ass," Richie said.
"I'm worried about her sweet pussy right now," Don said.
Don reached around and he grabbed her asscheeks. Richie moved away as Don started squeezing her ass. He was lifting her up as she kept moving up and down his big prick.
"Oh, shit," Don said. "I've got to get her down now. Let her down completely, Richie."
Richie went to the winch. He let her down slowly. Mona felt his hand on her shoulders as he pushed her to her knees.
"Get on your back, baby," Don said. "Stretch out on your back and spread those legs wide."
Mona still had her hands tied behind her as she stretched out on her back. Don moved up between her legs. His prick pounded with fury. She felt his cock knob slamming deep in her pussy, then half out of her again. He seemed to be trying to fuck her ass right into the hard wooden floor.
"Lift your legs, bitch," he said. "Lift your fucking legs and wrap them around my back."
Mona couldn't seem to find anymore strength to fight. Lifting up her legs, she locked them around his back. His prick suddenly seemed to slide deeper into her pussy. He was fucking her as hard as he could. She could only hear the sounds of their breathing and his heavy cum-filled balls slapping her ass.
"This time I'm going to fill your cunt, bitch," he groaned. "I'm going to fill up your fucking pussy."
Again, Mona was trying to fight those sudden hungry feelings in her body. She might do a lot of things, but she wouldn't give into those feelings. She couldn't. It made her sick to even think that she could give in.
"Come on and move that ass faster, baby," Don said. "Oh, shit, it needs to come up off the floor!"
Don was really getting worked up. She wasn't moving fast enough to suit him. He slid his hands underneath her ass, then started pinching her asscheeks. She quickly lifted her ass up off the floor for him.
"That's what I fucking want," Don groaned. "Oh, shit yes. That feels so damned good. You know how to move that big ass when you want to move it. Oh, shit, it feels good!"
Don had gone past the point of no return. Already, his cock was growing thicker inside her pussy. She felt some of his jism leaking into her cunt. She was still moving her ass as he fucked her harder and harder.
"Oh, shit," Don groaned. "I'm almost there. I'm almost fucking there. Shit, baby!"
Don gripped her ass even tighter and started thrusting his prick into her pussy like his cock was a battering ram. Mona had never been fucked this savagely in her entire life. She knew she was going to be sore all over. It was hard not to get excited, but she kept fighting the feelings off.
"You sweet bitch," Don groaned. "I'm going to fill your fucking pussy. I'm going to fill you up. I'm going to make you feel my cock all over. Oh, shiiiit!"
Don fucked her deep and hard and his climax was like something huge was exploding inside her cunt. His prick seemed to send cum in all directions. Mona could feel it squeezing out of her cunt and wetting her thighs. She kept moving her ass as he fucked her. Then she knew it was over and she was glad.
"You haven't learned to relax, baby," he told her. "You haven't learned to relax. You're going to have to learn how to relax and enjoy yourself."
"You're sick," she said.
Mona kept thinking that it was all over, but then she saw Richie grinning at her and rubbing his cock and she knew it wasn't finished. Not yet. Not until Richie had his turn.
Richie was pulling down his trousers. His cock was half hard, but she had the feeling it wouldn't be soft for long. He came toward them just as Don was pulling his cock out.
"Come on in, Richie," he said. "The water's fine. She's got as tight a pussy as you could hope for."
Richie dropped down on top of Mona before she could even catch her breath. She didn't like the evil grin on his face. She didn't like anything about Richie. He stabbed his cock deep inside her pussy with one hard stroke.
"You fucking cunt," he said. "You've got a sweet fucking cunt. I'm going to fuck your hot little ass off!"
Richie began to fuck her in quick, deep strokes. His prick was not that big, but it was big enough to fill her pussy. He fucked her as hard as he could, and she quickly felt his prick getting bigger inside her cunt.
His hands slid underneath her. He grabbed her asscheeks, then lifted her up off the floor. He started fucking her even harder and she could feel some of his jism leaking inside her pussy.
"You fucking bitch," Richie groaned. "You fucking sweet little bitch. Your pussy feels so fucking good. So fucking good. I'm going to fill your cunt. Oh, shiiiiit!"
Richie rammed her hard. His prick spurted thick drops of cum inside her cunt. Then his prick seemed to grow bigger and his hot cum spurted again and again. He finally stopped fucking her and let his limp cock slip out of her pussy.
"Are you finished with me now?" she asked. "Everyone has gotten his chance at my pussy. Are you finished with me?"
"Baby, we haven't even started yet," Don said.
Mona didn't like the sound of that.
CHAPTER SIX
Mona had been given a hot bath and scrubbed almost brutally by Richie and Don. Don had helped her out of the tub and dried her off. She was led into a perfumed bedroom. There was a garter belt, stockings, black high-heeled shoes, and a maid's costume on the bed.
"Put those on," Don said. "I won't," she said.
"You just don't learn, bitch," Don said.
Don slapped the side of her face, knocking her backwards. Mona looked up at his hard, grinning face and she knew she was going to have to do as he told her. She put the outfit on. Don fastened her arms behind her with handcuffs. He put a leather collar around her neck, then attached a long silver chain to it.
"Come on, bitch," he said.
"Where are you taking me now?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
Mona was led into another bedroom. Paul was sitting on the bed in only his shorts. He was looking at her as if she was a meal and he was a gourmet.
"That will be all, Don," he said.
Don stepped out and let the door shut behind him, then Mona was alone with the man and she swallowed nervously. It was strange, but she had the feeling that this man was a lot more dangerous than Don was. Or Ritchie. He had a way of looking at her that made her feel small and helpless.
"Come over here," he said.
Mona thought about running out the door but she didn't move. She was too afraid. He lifted his hand, motioning her over, and she knew she had to move.
Mona went to him slowly. Paul looked up at her, his gaze starting at the end of her skirt and creamy thighs. His gaze went up her body to her full, round tits. He was breathing a little heavier.
"Please let me go," she told him. "You could let me go. I wouldn't tell anybody what's happened."
"Shut up, cunt," he said. "I don't want to hear that shit. All I want you to do is be a good girl and do what you're told."
Paul suddenly reached out and he wrapped his hand around her, jerking her close to him. He rolled her over on the bed, then slid one hand up between her legs before she could do anything. His hand cupped her naked pussy.
"You're nothing but a fucking cunt while you're here with me. I hope you understand that. Or you'll be back hanging on that damn rope in the treatment room."
Fear shot through her. She pushed her cunt against his fingers almost without thinking about what she was doing. Mona didn't like him, but she was scared as hell of that room.
"Yeah," he said. "I thought that might make you act better. I thought you might learn to behave after a treatment."
Paul leaned back on the bed and took his hands away from her, but his eyes still seemed to be undressing her. She felt even more naked in the maid's costume than she would have felt without any clothes at all.
"I like that outfit," he said. "I had a maid when I was a little boy. She was all the way from France. A nice-looking young woman and a lot like you. She knew how to swing her ass. I used to have dreams about her. She never looked at me, though. She had her boyfriend."
"So that's why you kidnap women," Mona said. "You're trying to get even with that maid for not giving you any."
"Oh, she gave me some," Paul said. "She gave me plenty. I grabbed her one night when she was just getting off work. I dragged her to my room and I raped the shit out of her all night long. By morning, I couldn't get the bitch to leave. She was like an animal. Just a little feel of my cock and she couldn't quit."
Mona didn't say anything. He put his hand on her thigh and she didn't flinch. She was too scared and had accepted the fact that she was going to have to do anything that this man wanted. She bit her bottom lip as his hand moved slowly up her thighs. It was hard to believe that it hadn't been but a few days earlier that she wouldn't have let her own husband play with her this way.
Paul found her garter and he easily unsnapped the stocking. He rolled it partially down her leg. He treated the other stocking in the same way. He put his hand on the flesh of her thigh above her stocking.
"You're going to do your best to make me happy, aren't you, baby?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered.
His hand moved up a little more. He was touching her pussy. This time, she did flinch but he seemed not to notice. He pushed his fingers up a little farther and started stroking her pussylips.
"Fucking beautiful," he said.
His finger slipped into her pussy. He stabbed deep and moved it around inside her cunt. His finger got wet with the juices from her pussy.
"You get wet, easily," he said. "You know what that means, baby. That means you're a really hot piece of ass!"
Paul stabbed another finger into her pussy. He moved them both around, and Mona could feel her juices running down to make the insides of her thighs feel sticky.
He took his hand back out from between her legs, then stretched out on the bed and put his hands behind his head.
"Take my shorts off," he told her.
Mona looked at him like he was crazy. How was she going to take his shorts off? Her hands were tied behind her!
Paul knew what she was thinking and he grinned. "Use your mouth and teeth, baby. You can pull my shorts off that way."
"I can't," she said.
"Maybe you'd like it better if Don took you back to the treatment room again?"
Mona climbed up onto the bed on her hands and knees. Her mouth was dry as she bent over. Her hair was falling around her face so that she could hardly see.
"You can do it, bitch," Paul said. "Just try, baby. You can do it!"
Mona put her lips against the top of his shorts. She felt sick about what she was doing. She somehow caught the edge of his shorts in her teeth, then started tugging them down like a dog tugging at a bone.
She had never been this close to a man's cock before. Immediately her mouth and nose filled with the smell of cockmeat. She was trembling as she pulled his shorts over his rigid cock. Her heart was pounding fast.
Mona kept tugging even though it felt like her neck was breaking. She kept pulling them down until she had them at his knees. Only then did he help her. He picked his ass up and reached down to slide his shorts the rest of the way off. She immediately raised her head. He was reaching for her, and she came on top of him immediately. His prick rubbed against her belly.
"Pull up the maid's costume," he said. "You're not wearing any panties, are you?"
"No," she answered.
"Pull up your costume and sit on my cock. I want you on top for a while."
Mona shivered as she moved up his body. Reaching down, she found his cock. She somehow didn't feel like fighting him, even though she knew she should struggle. Instead, she pulled her skirt up with her other hand and lifted up so that her pussy was poised just above his swollen prick.
"I want your cock," Mom whispered, hardly thinking about what she was saying. "I do want it."
"I know you do, bitch," Paul said. "They all want my cock. All of them are bitches."
Mona settled down slowly onto his cock. First his rubbery cockhead split her pussylips and started pushing up inside her. She sat down all the way and had his prick inside cunt. She bounced a little and sweet shivers of pleasure went through her.
"Oh, damn," she said. "I know I shouldn't like this. I know I shouldn't."
Paul's swollen cockhead slid all the way up into her pussy. She gasped as she felt his prickhead rubbing deep inside her cunt.
"Now bounce, baby," he said. "Bounce up and down. Ride my prick like you're a Texas cowgirl!"
His hands moved up to grip her tits and she started bouncing. There were quick spasms of excitement going through her each time she moved. His throbbing cockhead was rubbing against her clit every time her pussy sucked his cock inside.
"That's the way, baby," he said. "Now bend over here. Rub your tits against my chest while you're fucking me!"
Mona bounced up and down on his cock a few moments longer, then did as he asked. She bent over and rubbed her big tits against his chest. He was right about one thing. His big prick seemed to go deeper just by her movements.
"You're making me fucking crazy," she moaned.
Mona bounced faster. She knew she had turned into some kind of wild animal and she didn't care. It was feeling good. Her husband had never given her this kind of excitement. She wanted to fight the feelings but she couldn't.
Mona was getting close. She didn't like it when Paul suddenly put his hands on her shoulders and tried to push her off his cock. She didn't want to go and she clamped her thighs tightly.
"Move, bitch," he said roughly. "I've got other plans."
She reluctantly gave up his cock. She didn't want to act like a whore, but she needed his cock at that moment, more than she had ever needed anything in her life.
Paul put his hands on her head. His fingers twisted in her hair, and he pulled her face down until she was looking at his cock very close again. She could see all those blue veins running through his massive prick.
"You like my cock, baby?" he asked. "You like my big cock? Well, I'm going to let you get really close."
Paul kept his hands in her hair as he pulled her face down a little more. Mona could smell the aroma of his cockmeat and see little drops of pre-cum on his pricktip.
"What are you trying to do?" she asked.
"I'm not trying, baby," he answered her. "I'm doing it. I'm going to make you suck my fucking cock!"
Her heart throbbed. Mona couldn't believe that he actually meant for her to do something like that. She looked up at him but he had that wild look in his eyes. Mona knew that she could expect no mercy.
"Please don't do that," she said.
"It's what I want, baby," he said. "It's what you're going to do for me. You're going to suck my cock until I come. You're going to suck it good and swallow my jism."
"Oh, no," she whispered.
"Don't argue with me, bitch," he told her. "Do it. Get down there and fucking do it!"
Her head was jerked closer. Mona had never been so close to a man's swollen cock. She could smell his cockmeat so strongly. She wanted to jerk her head away, but he wouldn't allow that. He kept his hand clamped on her head, pushing her face close to his swollen cock. Finally her lips were touching his pricktip. She tried to move her head away but he kept her clamped there.
"Come on, baby," he said. "Don't fight it so much. Come on and put your lips on it."
Mona kissed the side of his rubbery cock. Her lips moved down to the base of his prick and he groaned with pleasure. She kept trying to pull her head away but his hand gripped the back of her neck and he started squeezing.
"Just let me fuck you," she begged.
"I don't want your pussy right now, baby," he said. "I want your hot mouth around my cock. Come on and suck it!"
Mona's lips opened slightly as she bent her head to his prick again. Her lips slid down to the end of his rubbery cock and she could taste salt. She ran her lips all the way down the base of his cock and back up again. Paul could see she wasn't trying to pull away anymore and he relaxed his grip.
"Just don't fight so hard, baby," he told her. "Just don't fight and you'll learn to love it!"
The brunette was willing to kiss his cock all over if she had to. She moved her lips all over his prick. He tightened his grip again, and she realized he wasn't happy with just the touch of her lips.
"Lick me, bitch," he said. "You know you want that. Lick my cock all over."
"I don't want to do that," she said.
"You'd better, bitch," he said. "Now."
Mona pushed her tongue down the length of his salty cock. She moved it all over his prick and had his cockshaft glistening with her spit in just a few moments. She licked all the way down to his balls and he trembled with pleasure.
"Oh, yeah, bitch," he groaned. "That's what I fucking want. Do that for me. It feels good!"
Her tongue moved down to his balls again. Mona slowly sucked one of his balls into her mouth. She had never done this before but she was beginning to catch on quickly to what excited him. She sucked his ball into her mouth, rolling it beneath her tongue.
"You're learning, baby," he moaned. "You're fucking learning. Oh, shit, that feels good!"
Her tongue rubbed back and forth over his balls for as long as he wanted it. Then his hand jerked her hair and she had to raise her head. She licked back up the length of his cock. Her tongue moved back and forth over the throbbing cockhead.
Mona tasted his pre-cum. She drew her mouth away and took a deep breath. She was scared of the taste of his cock, and she was scared of what he was going to make her do next.
"Come on, bitch," he said. "Take it into your mouth. Take it in your mouth and suck on it, bitch!"
His hands tightened on the back of her neck as if he expected her to try to get away. Mona didn't. She knew that it was no use trying. She lowered her head slowly and touched her lips to the head of his prick. She could feel her heart pounding. It was strange but there was also a lewd kind of excitement going through her body. She had never done anything like this before and it was supposed to make her feel sick. Mona didn't feel at all sick.
"In your mouth, bitch," he groaned. "Take it inside your fucking mouth. Right fucking now!"
Mona did as he asked. She opened her lips slowly, then took his swollen cockhead inside her mouth. She let it slide along her tongue and into the back of her throat. She was sucking hard and his prick went deep into her throat. She gagged but then she drew her head back and tried again. He seemed surprised that she was trying so hard.
"Oh, shit," Paul said. "I think I've found a natural cocksucking talent. Come on, bitch.
Suck it!"
She took his prick deep inside her mouth and held it there for a moment. Then she slowly began to bob her head. She felt a sense of power as she sucked his cock deep, letting her teeth skim against his hot cockmeat as she drew her head back.
"How's it fucking going, bitch?" he asked. "You enjoying that. I can tell you are. You like sucking my prick!"
Mona started bobbing her head very fast even though she knew what was going to happen. She could feel his cockhead going deep into the back of her throat. She could taste his jism all over her tongue. She knew it was crazy but she was sucking his cock like she was actually enjoying it. She was taking his cock deep in her throat without choking. His cum was dripping into her mouth, and she was swallowing it. It was like salty fire going down her throat and filling her stomach.
"Suck it good, baby," he moaned. "I'm almost fucking there. Suck it fucking good. Oh, shiiiit!"
Paul fucked up into her throat and his prick burst into a shower of jism. It exploded against the roof of her mouth and Mona started swallowing as fast as she could. She was drinking it down like his cum was milk. She was surprised at herself. She didn't cough or gag. Instead, she kept drinking as much as she could, letting some of it spill out of the corners of her mouth and drip down to her tits.
"You are one fucking great cocksucker," he moaned. "You are really great, baby. It's going to be great having you around!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was Richie who came to the room for her. Mona was sleepy and exhausted, and she was glad that it was Richie. At least Richie hadn't seemed that interested in fucking her.
"Where am I going now?" she asked.
"To your room, honey," Richie answered her. "A bath and a good night's sleep."
Richie was looking at her in a new way, and it made her nervous. There was something that Mona really didn't like about Richie. He was like a rat. He wasn't good looking like the rest of them were, and the way he looked at her made her skin crawl.
Mona was quickly beginning to wish that someone else had been sent to take her to her room.
They were walking through another long hallway. Mona had still not seen all of the house and half the time she didn't know where she was. It was dark in the hallway and there didn't seem to be anyone else around.
Suddenly Richie stopped and put his hand on her arm.
"I think you might be interested in this," he said.
Richie moved over to the wall, and Mona noticed that the wall was covered with another of those heavy curtains. Richie pulled the curtain back and motioned for her to come closer.
Mom didn't think that she would be interested in anything beyond the wall, but she didn't want to fight with anyone at that moment. She moved closer to the wall and noticed that it was not a wall at all. It was another glass window through which she could see a bedroom.
It was the same blonde girl as before-Tania-except this time she didn't look happy.
She was tied up on the hard floor of the bedroom, naked. Her legs were wide spread wide open and Tania seemed to be trying to tear the bonds loose.
"Tania's been a bad girl," Richie said. "She disobeyed one of our rules. Now she's going to have to pay."
"Why are you showing me this?" Mona asked.
"To show you that no woman in this house is special. They're all cunts and they're treated that way. The boss liked Tania because she's so fuck-crazy, but she had to be taught, just like anyone else."
Mona wanted to walk away from the window but she had the feeling that the show wasn't over. She could feel a dryness in her throat as the door to the bedroom opened and an enormous man walked in. He had to be the biggest man that Mona had ever seen. He was covered with hair and muscles. He was naked except for a pair of shorts that did little to conceal the enormous bulge in them.
Tania started wiggling out of sheer fright. Her mouth was wide open and she was making sounds of fear that Mona could not hear. The huge man moved closer to Tania. He wasn't smiling. There was no expression on his face except one of pure animal hunger.
He slid his shorts down his legs, and Mona gasped. She had seen two cocks since she had been there, but neither was anything to compare with this man's enormous prick. His cock wasn't half hard and it already looked big enough to tear poor Tania in half.
The huge man wasted no time. He dropped on top of Tania and plunged his prick into her cunt with one brutal thrust. Tania stopped moving. Her eyes were wide open in pain and surprise. The big man started fucking her with a brutal rhythm.
"That's enough," Richie said. "You shouldn't see the rest of it. Sometimes a woman can't walk for a week after Hugh finishes with them. He's a monster."
Richie let the curtain fall again. Mona blinked her eyes. She hae been so totally shocked by what was happening that she hadn't felt Richie's hand move to her ass. Now she moved away and she saw the look of anger in his eyes.
"I thought you were supposed to take me to my room," she said.
"Yeah," Richie said. "I'm going to do that."
Richie directed her to her room. It was another bedroom just like the others, with glass all around. She wondered if it was the kind of room where somebody would be looking in from behind the other window. She decided it would. Somebody could be behind that glass, watching her now. It made her shiver.
"Strip everything off," Richie said.
He came up behind her and undid her hands. Mona could hear the sound of his heavy breathing and it frightened her. She had a moment of temptation, then shrugged her shoulders. She was tired and she would have to fight Richie to escape. And then there would probably be someone waiting behind the door. There was nothing she could do but what she was told.
Mona quickly took off the clothes she was wearing. She was getting sort of used to being naked in front of men. She turned to see Richie looking at her hungrily. The look in his eyes worried her.
"On the bed, bitch," Richie said. "Face down."
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked.
"Just stretch out on the bed," Richie said. "Right now. Just do what you're fucking told.
Or maybe you'd like to be taken back to the treatment room."
Just the thought of that room made her shudder. She quickly went over to the bed and stretched out on her stomach. Richie came over and he stood above her. He put his hand on the back of her neck, and it made her skin crawl. His hand moved slowly down her back to the curve of her ass.
"You've got a really beautiful ass," he told her.
His hand moved around her ass and down to her pussy. Richie pushed a finger inside her cunt, but she had been expecting that. He moved his finger around inside her pussy for a few moments. Mona wiggled a little. She couldn't help it. There was something about his finger that excited her. In fact, it was getting to the point where any man's finger excited her.
"Please go away," she moaned. "Just let me sleep a little. I'm so tired."
"You don't want to sleep, cunt," Richie said. "You got all excited watching Tania. You know that."
Richie's hand was exploring her pussy, and there was nothing she could do about it. He had shoved two fingers into her cunt and he was now moving them in and out as if he were fucking her.
"You like that, cunt," Richie said. "I know you do. You like having my finger in your cunt."
Another finger slipped into her pussy. His fingers were rough and slipped deep inside her with every stroke. Mona kept feeling him brushing the base of his fingers against her clit. It sent shivers through her and she found herself responding.
"That's better," Richie said. "Just move your sweet ass against me like that."
Mona tried to get control of herself but it was hard. She had been fucked so much that evening, and the itch in her body seemed to get worse each time. It was getting impossible to control her inner feelings.
The brunette turned her head to see what Richie was doing. He was slowly pulling down his trousers. His big prick was hard and ready. She had already been fucked by him once and it surprised her that he could be so hot and ready. He was moving closer, placing his cockhead against her cuntlips from behind. His fingers still worked inside her pussy.
"Go ahead and do it," she said. "Go ahead and fuck me. You know you're going to fuck me. Get it over with!"
"Just take it easy, baby," Richie said. "Just take it fucking easy. I'm going to enjoy having you all by myself this time."
Richie jabbed another finger into her cunt. He acted like he was trying to ram his entire hand into her pussy. He kept moving his finger in and out, trying to make her wet and ready.
Richie finally took his finger out of her. He moved close and his rigid prick brushed against her pussylips. Taking his prick in his hand, he started moving his prickhead up and down the entrance to her pussy. Her cunt got wetter. She found herself pushing back against him a little.
"Oh, yeah," Richie said. "You like that. You're nothing but a cunt, baby. A fucking cunt!"
Richie stabbed her hard. His prick split her cuntlips apart and went deep inside her pussy. He grabbed her tits, then held on tightly without moving for a few moments.
"You've got an educated cunt, baby," he groaned. "It feels so fucking damn good!"
Richie began fucking her in slow strokes. He didn't act that excited. It was like he had all the time in the world. His prick wasn't as thick as others she'd been fucked with. He fucked like he didn't have a lot of experience. All the while, his fingers kept playing with her tits.
"You're really a good fuck, baby," he said. "You know how to shake that fucking ass. Shake it for me, bitch!"
Mona shook her ass for him. She wanted to get it over with. She felt like she was on the edge of exhaustion and she could not think of anything but getting it over with.
Richie's fingers squeezed her tits a little harder. His fingers played with her nipples, causing her to shiver. Mona didn't like that. She didn't want to feel anything, but it had been a long evening and she'd been fucked pretty hard. Now there was still an itch in her hungry pussy. She found herself pushing back against his cock.
"Yeah," Richie groaned. "Now you're feeling it. Now you're starting to love it, bitch. You're starting to love it."
"Just come and get it over with," she moaned.
Richie surprised her. He didn't fuck her faster. Instead, he slowed down his hard strokes. He was pushing into her deeply but his body was tensing as if he was getting ready to come. He seemed to be waiting for something.
"Why don't you fuck me and get it over with!" she screamed.
"Relax, baby," he said. "I've got other ideas."
"Are you going to make me eat it?" she asked.
"That's a good idea, baby," Richie said.
Richie gave her a few more hard strokes, then he pulled his prick out of her pussy. He got off the bed, then walked around to her face. She looked up at his small cock and licked her lips.
"Let's see how good a cocksucker you are, baby," he said.
He pressed his cock to her lips, and she took it into her mouth. She sucked it easily. Her tongue played around his throbbing cockmeat and made him groan.
"Oh, yeah," he moaned. "You are good with your tongue!"
Mona kept moving her tongue around his cock. She started moving her head back and forward. She didn't know what it was about sucking cock, but something about it turned her on.
She bobbed her head up and down, using her tongue as she took his prick in and out of her mouth. She skimmed his cockmeat with her teeth but not hard enough to hurt. Richie was loving it. He put his hands in her hair and started guiding her to the bucking rhythm of his hips.
"Oh, shit," Richie moaned. "This does feel good, bitch. You do know how to give head!"
The problem was that she was enjoying it. Mona was taking his prick deep into her throat and she was enjoying it. It was shocking her but she couldn't help it. She enjoyed the taste of his cockmeat deep inside her mouth and it made her pussy tingle.
"That's enough, baby," Richie groaned. "Oh, shit, you must love sucking cock, but you give me anymore and I'm going to blow my wad!"
That was what Mona wanted. She was hungry for it. She tightened her lips around his cock and moved her head faster. Richie put his hands on the sides of her head and he pulled her savagely away.
"I mean it, bitch," he said. "That's enough. Right now I've got a new treat in store for you."
"A new treat?" she asked.
"You're going to love it, baby," he said.
Richie was giving her that look again. She hated it when he looked at her like that. He moved his hand down her back to her asscheeks. His hand caressed her asscheeks. He moved his hands back up to her heavy tits again.
"You've got a nice body," Richie said. "I bet you heard that a lot when you were younger. I bet all the high-school boys used to hang around you with their tongues hanging out."
"No," she whispered.
"Sure they did," he told her. "Only you were always a big bitch snot and you never gave them the time of day. That's the way the bitches used to treat me."
"I would have never have treated you that way, Richie," she said, hoping to soothe the sudden anger she heard in his voice.
"Oh, yes you would, bitch," he said. "You'd treat me that way. Just another rich bitch. But I found a way to teach them a lesson."
"You did?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah, bitch. I plug a hole they've never had plugged before. I punish them with my cock!"
Mona didn't know what he meant. He was getting up on the bed behind her again, putting his hands on her ass and pulling her asscheeks apart.
"You've got such a beautiful ass," he groaned.
Richie jabbed a finger into her asshole. He drove his finger into her asshole up to his knuckle, then he started pumping his finger in and out. It made her uncomfortable.
"Don't do that," she said.
"I'm going to make you like it, cunt," he said. "Besides, just wait until you feel my cock up there!"
Mona understood then. She could feel the fear going through her like flame. She jerked at her bonds but she couldn't escape. She had been a little horny, but she was no longer horny. Now she was nothing but scared.
"Please don't do that to me," she groaned. "Oh, please don't do that to me!"
He only laughed as he stabbed his finger in and out of her asshole. He was driving his finger deep and making her shiver each time. She kept trying to tear herself out of her bonds but she was tied too well.
Richie finally took his fingers out of her asshole. He moved up over her body and his hard prick rested against her asshole. She looked back over her shoulder and there were tears in her eyes.
"Don't do it!" Mona screamed. "Oh, please don't do that to me. You bastard, don't do that!"
Richie rested his cockhead against her tight asshole. He pushed gently and his cockhead easily popped into her tight shitter. Mona wiggled her ass as she tried to escape, but she realized that her wiggling only pulled his cock into her ass deeper.
"You've got a nice big ass," he said. "You've got a big fucking ass and I'm going to fuck it!"
He stabbed her hard, ramming his prick all the way into her tight asshole so that it filled her completely. Then he gently started moving his cock in and out of her shitter. His heavy balls slapped against her asscheeks as he thrust.
"Yeah, I love your ass," he groaned. "You've got a nice big ass and I love it!"
Richie reached around and he grabbed her tits. He held onto them tightly as he began to fuck her even harder. It took her a few moments before it didn't feel like a red-hot poker was being shoved into her asshole.
"Relax and you'll love it, bitch!"
Mona couldn't relax. Not with the way he was ramming her asshole. He was fucking her harder and harder, like he was trying to drive her body through the bed.
"You are a sweet little bitch," he groaned. "You are a sweet little bitch with a sweet ass and I'm fucking it good. I'm fucking it so good. I love your ass!"
He squeezed her tits as if he were trying to squeeze them off. Already, Mona could feel his cock growing inside her and some of his jism was leaking. She rammed her ass back against him and took his prick as deeply into her asshole as she could manage. She was even starting to get used to that pain.
"You fucking bitch," Richie moaned savagely. "You bitch. I love your ass. I love your fucking ass. Oh, shit, it feels good. It feels so fucking good. Fuuuuck!"
Richie's hands squeezed her tits again as he pushed deep into her asshole. His prick seemed to explode inside her. Jism shot deep inside her asshole. He pulled back and let some of his cum run down the crack of her ass.
"I loved your virgin ass," Richie moaned. "But then, we can't call it that anymore, can we. It's not a virgin ass anymore."
Mona kept hearing Richie's laughter long after he had turned her over, chained her up on her back and left her alone.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Her ass hurt a little from the awful thing Richie had done to her but somehow she managed to drift off to sleep. Her dreams were terrible and she kept waking up in a sweat. She woke up for the third time and realized that there was someone in the room with her.
Mona turned her head a little and saw the enormous figure standing by her bed. She didn't even have to be told. There couldn't be two men that big.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I was just watching you sleep," Hugh said. "You're a very pretty woman when you sleep. Very pretty. Your tits look real nice."
"You shouldn't be in here."
"I go anywhere in the house I want," Hugh said. "Nobody around here wants to stop me, except Paul, and he's the boss!"
Mona realized that it was probably true. Nobody would want to stand up to this man. He was too big and too mean looking.
"I'm going to turn on the lights," he said.
Hugh flipped them on before she could protest. She was still lying naked and he was able to get a good view of all of her body. He sat down on the edge of the bed and let his gaze move up and down her creamy flesh. It caused her to tremble all over.
"I usually don't touch the girls until they do something wrong," Hugh said. "But you're so pretty. Your tits are so big and round, and so nice!"
Mona was afraid of this man. There was a look in his eyes that said he could be brutally cruel, but it wasn't only that. He was a man who smelled like an animal. Everything he could do would be geared toward his own pleasure. He would wring her neck if he wanted and he would feel no guilt over it.
"Did you see me fuck Tania?" he asked suddenly.
"Yes," she answered.
"Tania did something wrong," he told her. "I don't know what she did but it was something bad. She didn't last long. She couldn't take my big prick. I bet you could take it."
"No, please!"
"You think you're too good for my cock?" he asked.
"It isn't that. Look, I wouldn't be any good for you. I'm tired. Some other time."
"I want your ass now," he said.
Mona saw that there was no sense in trying to reason with a man like Hugh. His mentality was geared only toward his own pleasure. He didn't care about anything or anyone.
"You are pretty," he said.
Mona jerked helplessly at the chains that held her arms above her head. It was no good. She felt tired and frustrated by the things that had been happening to her. This seemed almost like the final straw.
"Please don't do anything to me," she said.
"I wouldn't hurt you," he told her. "I just want to have a little fun with you!"
Hugh put one huge hand on her face. His fingers stroked upward until he was touching her silken hair. Mona had been touched all over by men lately, but none of them had made her skin crawl the way he did. This man was positively scary.
He bent down and kissed her mouth. His full lips tasted hot. He lifted his head and licked his lips. The only comparison she could make was that she was looking into the face of some kind of animal.
"Please don't hurt me," she whispered.
Hugh didn't answer her this time. Instead, his big hand moved up her body and fondled one tit gently. It was strange that his hand could be gentle and that he could make her feel so crazy all over.
"Don't do it," she moaned. "Don't make me feel this way!"
Now Hugh was grinning and it was an evil grin. He bent his head down. His lips touched at one of her nipples. He sucked it into his mouth as gently as he could. His tongue was like fire as it brushed across her swollen nipple. She couldn't help but respond. Her back arched a little and she pushed more of her tits into his mouth.
"Oh, yeah, you liked that," Hugh said. m
"I didn't," she moaned.
"You liked it. I think you're going to enjoy everything that Hugh is going to do to you."
Mona hated Hugh at that moment. She hated all men. She even hated herself and the responses that her body was making to his teasing tongue.
"Please don't do anything else to me," she moaned.
All of her will to resist had been beaten away. Her body had fought the impulse to come again and again. Now she was tired both physically and mentally and she didn't have the strength to fight anymore.
"Your tit tastes good," Hugh said.
He slid his face from one swollen tit to the other, his hungry mouth sucking her tits in slowly. She moaned with pleasure. She kept begging him to stop when his teeth scraped her swollen tit.
"You shouldn't be doing this to me," she moaned. "I'm a good woman. You shouldn't. You really shouldn't."
"Just relax, baby," Hugh said. "A little fucking won't hurt you. It never killed anybody."
Hugh moved his lips down her belly. His tongue felt rough and hot. He kissed at her belly button and then his mouth went lower. He was kissing at her pussy hair. He sucked some of her pussy hair into his mouth and dampened it with his tongue.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
But Mona knew what he was doing-the same thing she had done to Tania. He moved closer to her cunt and his hot breath blew against her pussy.
"I'm licking your pussy," Hugh groaned. "Don't you like having your sweet pussy licked?"
Mona screamed that she didn't, but there was something exciting going through her. His hot breath was making her tremble. The touch of his tongue made her shudder.
He started moving his tongue gently up and down her cuntlips. It was a crazy feeling. Mona didn't want to respond but she couldn't help herself. She was so damned hot already. She found herself lifting her ass up off the bed to meet his tongue.
"Yeah," he groaned. "You like that. You like having your pussy licked. You like it, cunt."
His tongue brushed between her cuntlips. He pushed it inside her a little and she squirmed in pleasure. He pushed it a little deeper and it was like he was trying to put his tongue into her belly. His hands moved underneath her.
"Oh, you shouldn't do that," she moaned. "That makes me fee! so strange. You shouldn't."
Hugh slid his big hands underneath her. He lifted her ass up a little and his tongue explored the inside of her heated cunt. His tongue seemed to go everywhere. She could feel his tongue brushing against her clit and it made her shiver.
Hugh moved his tongue around her clit again. He sucked her clit inside his mouth and began chewing on it.
"Oh, shit, what are you trying to do to me?" she asked.
He was making her crazy and he knew it. He kept sucking her pussy and squeezing her asscheeks with his big hands. It sent ripples of pleasure through her body. She didn't even mind when one of his fingers started pushing against her sore asshole.
Mom started bucking up against his mouth. It wasn't fair. No woman could be expected to control herself after the treatment she was getting. He was making her crazy. She kept pushing her cunt against his thrusting tongue.
Her tangy juices flowed into his mouth and he swallowed them.
"You're making me like it, you bastard," she moaned. "I know I shouldn't, but you're making me like it!"
Her ass was squirming all over the bed. Now her juices were running out of his lips and wetting her thighs. It was making her feel sticky all over. Mona kept bucking her ass up harder and harder and she knew he was going to make her come.
Hugh stopped at the last moment. He lifted his head and loudly licked his lips. Mona kept squirming and she knew he had done exactly what he wanted to do. He had her worked up. Hugh got off the bed and started tearing at his clothes. She was scared of him but she was also fascinated by the lump in his trousers. She could see him pulling down his trousers, then moving over to the bed.
"Take my shorts off," he said.
This time Mona knew how to do it. She lifted her head as he moved close. He was smiling as she caught the edge of his shorts in her teeth, then started pulling them down. Mona got them over the edge of his cock and sat back. She still couldn't believe how big it was. His prick looked like it would make two normal cocks. She wet her dry lips.
"That's all right, baby," he said. "I'll take the rest off myself. I'm going to give you a fucking you won't forget in a long fucking time."
Hugh was pulling down his shorts, and Mona could see his huge cock and balls. His balls looked heavy enough to contain a gallon of cum. His cock was so damned big that she knew it was going to tear her in half.
The funny thing was that Mona wanted it at that moment. She actually needed it. She was shivering as she thought about it. She watched him approach the bed again.
"Do you like my cock, baby?" he asked. "Do you think my prick is big enough?"
"Oh, yes," she moaned. "I think your cock is plenty big enough. It's the biggest I've ever seen!"
"Kiss it, bitch," he told her.
Hugh moved around to her lips. Mona shut her lips together. She opened them again. She felt a quick surge of pleasure going through her body as she thought about kissing his cock.
"Kiss it for me, bitch," he said again. "Kiss it and suck it for me. You know you want it."
Mona was shivering all over. He moved close enough for her to press her lips against his swollen cockhead. She tasted pre-cum on her lips. He grabbed both sides of her head.
"Now you just relax, baby," he told her. "I'm going to put it deep into your mouth, and you just relax."
Hugh started pushing gently. His big prick went over her silken tongue and into the back of her throat. She couldn't take but half his cock inside her mouth. It was like a horse's cock, choking her. It felt so damn big.
"Come on, bitch," Hugh said. "I know you, baby. You can take it all. Come on and swallow it."
"No, please," she moaned.
Hugh could hardly hear her words because they were so muffled by his swollen cockmeat. He pushed a little more in. His big prick went deeper into her throat. Mona knew she was going to choke to death. She started gagging and he pulled back. There was a growing excitement in her. She was actually thinking about taking all of his cockmeat. She swallowed nervously as he pushed it back into her throat a little deeper.
Hugh gave another slight push, and she had taken it all. Mona had all of his throbbing cockmeat inside her mouth. Even Hugh seemed surprised that she had been able to take it. He left his cock inside her mouth for a few moments. Then he slowly pulled it out.
"You are something else, baby," he said. "You're really special. You know how to suck cock!"
He started moving his hips. Again, she was aware of the sweet pleasure that went through her body as she held his cock inside her mouth. When she felt his throbbing cockhead at the back of her throat, that also excited her.
"Oh, shit, baby," Hugh said. "You can suck cock better than any woman I've ever been with. Even Tania can't suck cock like you can!"
It was strange that she felt so pleased at his compliment. It made her suck harder. She had never believed that she could enjoy sucking cock but she did now.
"All right, baby," he said. "That's enough. Now I want to fuck you. Now I want to stuff you with my cock!"
"Oh, yes," she moaned. "That's what I want. I want your big cock inside me!"
Hugh pulled his prick out of her mouth. He moved over her body and his huge weight almost crushed her flat. She knew his prick was going to tear her in half but somehow she didn't mind. It was almost the way she wanted to go.
"Give it to me," she whispered. "I want to feel it. I want your cock inside me!"
Mona wanted it bad. She grasped as the swollen head of his cock touched her pussy. Suddenly she didn't care that she was getting raped. She didn't care about anything but having his huge cock inside her cunt.
"I don't care if I am like a whore," she said. "I need it. I need it bad!"
Hugh started moving forward. Just the head of his cock filled her cunt walls and seemed to stretch her pussy out of shape. He moved a little more, and her pussy was being torn apart.
"It's so big," she groaned. "I don't know if I can take it. It's so damned big!"
"You can take it, baby," he said.
Mona still wasn't sure if she could take it, but Hugh wasn't giving her any choice. He was pushing again. His big cock was filling her pussy completely. He shoved again and the rest of his cock went easily into her cunt.
"Oh, shit," she moaned. "I've never gotten so much inside me before. It's so big!"
"I'm going to fuck your ass off, baby," he said.
Hugh began to fuck her with hard strokes. His thrusts took his cock deep into her pussy.
He was in so deep that she was afraid that his cock was going to come out her mouth.
Mona lifted her legs high and she wrapped them around his broad back, and suddenly his cock was in deeper. It was the greatest thing she had ever felt. It filled her so much that she felt like her body was stuffed with cock. She moved her ass up off the bed as she tried to take his prick in even deeper.
"That's it, baby," he groaned. Go crazy. Go fucking crazy. You love it, bitch!"
"I am a bitch," she moaned. "I do love it. I can't help it. It feels so damned good."
Mona had been fighting the feelings for so long that it was almost relaxing to give into them. She started bucking her ass faster and she could smell his steamy cockmeat. Her cunt juices slowed down the insides of her thighs.
"It feels fucking good," she moaned. "Shit, it feels so fucking good. Oh, shit, I love it!"
Mona went crazy. She was an animal who gave into her feelings completely. She kept lifting her ass as high as she could and taking his prick deep inside her pussy. She was squeezing her cunt walls together each time he thrust.
"I'm going to come," she moaned. "Oh, shit, I'm going to come. It does feel good. It feels so fuuuucking good!"
It happened so fast that Mona could hardly control it. She felt the quick spasms going through her. She bucked her ass as the flood of juices wet the insides of her thighs. She kept raising her ass even after the last few tingles went through her body.
"You make me feel so fucking good," she groaned.
"I haven't even started yet!" Hugh yelled.
He was driving his cock into her like a wild man. His bloated cockhead seemed to rub against her clit each time he thrust. Then it seemed to thrust through her body and into her belly. His cock just felt too damned big, but she didn't mind it anymore.
"Give it to me harder," she moaned. "Fill me up with cum. Fill me up with fucking cum!"
"You bitch," he said. "I'm going to fill you up. I'm going to fill up your fucking cunt. Oh, shiiit!"
He fucked it into her savagely and his prick started spurting thick cum into her pussy. He kept fucking her and his prick filled her pussy with cum, then slid out of her pussy to wet her thighs. He kept ramming his cock into her until the last few drops had drained into her cunt.
"Fucking nice, baby," Hugh finally said. "Fucking nice. You're kind of nice to have around. I hope you are around a long time."
CHAPTER NINE
The day was half over when Don awakened her. Mona was sore all over, but Don didn't seem to care. He pulled her out of bed and into the bathroom. She took a long hot shower, and he put out perfumes for her to put on. Mona didn't feel like fighting with him, so she put the perfumes on.
There was long, black, slinky nightgown on the bed when she got out of the shower. Don was waiting and she didn't protest. She put on the nightgown and wore a pair of black panties underneath but nothing up top. Don fastened her hands behind her with rope that hurt her.
"Put the high-heeled shoes back on," Don said.
Mona put the high heeled shoes on, then she followed Don out of the room. She wanted to ask him where he was taking her this time but she didn't. He never answered her anyway, so it wasn't worth the bother.
Mona was taken down another long dark hallway. At the end of the hall there was a raised platform. It led to another door. Behind the door, she could hear cheering and whistling and loud music.
"All right, bitch," Don said. "You listen and listen good. This time you're going to walk out on stage. There's going to be a lot of men around you. All you have to do is dance for them. They'll take care of the rest."
"I don't understand," she said.
"You dance, bitch," Don said. "That's all you have to worry about. You fucking dance, and dance sexy. You don't and you'll go back in the training room for another treatment."
Mona shivered. One thing she knew for sure was that she never wanted to be whipped again. She couldn't think of anything that could be done to her that would be worse than what had already happened. She would just have to keep trying until she had a chance to get away.
The music stopped and she tensed herself. The door opened and Tania came down the stairs. The blonde looked a little wild-eyed and she was completely naked. She was brushing at her face with her hands, and Mona realized she was trying to brush away thick drops of cum that half covered her eyes.
"Don't just stand there," Don said. "Your turn, bitch!"
Don pushed her in the small of the back, and Mona practically stumbled up the stairs. She walked out into the bright lights and realized that she was standing on some sort of stage. There were lights shining up into her eyes.
Mona realized that there were men seated all around the stage and she could barely make out their faces. She felt like she had suddenly been thrown into a cage with dozens of wild animals. Mona wanted to turn and run but she heard the clicking of the lock behind her and she knew there was no place to go.
"Dance, baby," someone shouted. "Dance, you bitch."
The music was wild and fast. Mona started dancing. She could feel the rhythm of the music getting into her body. It had been a long time since Mona had danced. Back in high school. Then it had only been slow dances, and she had been fully dressed.
Mona had never done anything like this, moving fast and trying to keep her tits from falling out of her slinky nightgown. She was sweating. She was finding it hard to stand in the high-heeled shoes.
"Move over here, bitch," someone said.
The brunette moved close to the footlights and a hand clamped around her leg. She couldn't move free. Someone grabbed the end of her nightgown. She tried to jerk free and the nightgown gave way. The nightgown was ripped down her body, and Mona was left in nothing but her panties.
"Hot damn!" someone shouted. "Look at those fucking tits."
"What a fucking pair of jugs," someone else said.
"Move over here, bitch," a harsh voice said. "Bend over and give me a taste of those."
Mona was trying to cover herself with her hands. She had never felt so naked. She backed away but there was somebody suddenly up on stage with her. He had his big arms wrapped around her, pulling her back against him.
"Come on, baby," he told her. "You're not giving the guys a good show. You can give them a good show. Dance and shake those tits a little more."
He got off the stage and she was left alone again. She could see their faces now and they were wild animals. They looked at her hungrily, and she was afraid that one of them was going to jump back up on stage with her. She started swaying to the music and stopped trying to hide her tits.
"That's the way," someone was shouting. "That's the fucking way. It's fucking great!"
Her tits were bouncing up and down as she danced. Mona could fee! a hot flow of passion going through her. It was a strange feeling. She didn't think she would feel anything at all in front of all these men, but she was feeling something.
"Dance, baby," a man shouted. "They look real good. Those tits look real good. Shake them, bitch. Shake those fucking tits!"
Mona shook them. She moved faster on the stage and it was making her tired and sweaty.
She had to dodge the hands that kept trying to reach for her legs. Mona had the feeling that she couldn't dodge them forever.
"Shake that ass, baby!" a man shouted. "Come on and show us that pussy!"
Mona had known that was coming. She tried to ignore the voice by dancing away from it, but suddenly someone had her by the leg. She tried to tear herself away, but the man's grip was like steel. She was being pulled off the stage and into a crowd of waiting hands.
"Get the bitch's panties off," a man groaned. "I want to see that fucking pussy!"
Mona struggled against them, but it did no good. Her panties were torn off of her, then she was naked. Hands explored her thighs and pressed her legs apart. Fingers rubbed her pussy. Other fingers rubbed her ass and her tits.
"Put her back on stage," someone else shouted. "Let us all see. We want to see that cunt."
Mona was lifted back on stage again. She was trembling in fear and humiliation, but she started dancing again. She couldn't seem to do anything else. She was swaying her body to the fast-paced music. It seemed to get inside her body and make her move.
"What a fucking bitch!" a man screamed. "I've got to have some of that. I've got to have some of that cunt!"
A man was on stage with her again. Mona looked at him in horror. He looked drunk. His pants were unzipped and his half-hard prick was hanging out.
"Are you going to get on your back or am I going to have to knock you down?" the man asked. "It don't make a shit with me. I get your pussy either way."
The man looked as if he really intended to knock her down. She knew she was facing impossible odds. Fighting him would only get her into more trouble. She could get hurt badly with the man as horny as he was. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders.
"I'm getting down," Mona said.
"She's ready for it," the man shouted. "She wanted it and she's fucking ready for it!"
The man was nearly at her side as she sat down on the stage. He was already pushing Mona onto her back. He wasn't going to waste any time. His cock looked huge as he spread her legs apart with one big hand.
"Now you just stretch out and enjoy it, baby," he said. "I'm going to make you happier than you've ever been."
He put both his hands on her tits, then held onto them tightly as he thrust forward slowly. His huge cockhead split her cuntlips and pushed into her.
"She's tight," he groaned. "She's fucking tight. Oh, shit, I love her cunt!"
He slipped his hands underneath her body to grab her asscheeks. He lifted her up as he suddenly fucked his cock into her deep. She groaned as she felt how deeply his prick was going inside her cunt.
Somehow it seemed to be even more humiliating to have this man fuck her. At least she had known the others, but this man was a complete stranger and he was rutting over her body like an animal.
"Fuck me back, bitch," he said. "Shake that fucking ass for me. Move your ass to the music."
He started fucking her savagely while the other men shouted encouragement. His prick seemed to split her open with every thrust. She could actually feel his cock growing inside her pussy. His fat cockhead was rubbing against her clit. She felt quick spasms of pleasure.
"Oh, no," she moaned. "Not like this. Please, not like this."
But she was feeling it. She was feeling the growing pleasure inside her pussy. Her cunt was dripping juice, and the man was fucking her even harder.
"Oh, shit!" the man screamed. "I'm going to fucking blow my wad. I'm fucking blowing it. Oh, shiiiit!"
He fucked her deeply and his prick exploded in thick gusts of jism. He rammed her again, then pulled his prick out of her so that the rest of his cum gushed onto her belly.
"Don't mess her up yet!" someone shouted. "I want some of that sweet pussy!"
For the first time, Mona realized what was actually going to happen to her on this stage. She was going to be gang-banged. All of her horrible dreams were going to come true. She started struggling to get away, but there were already hands clutching at her.
"Turn over, bitch," a man was saying. "Turn over and slide up on my prick!"
Mona flipped over onto her belly and on top of a man. Her pussy was beginning to feel sore, but she knew it was only beginning as the man started guiding his prick up into her curt. She squeezed her thighs together and captured his cockhead just inside her cunt.
Mona sat down on his prick, taking it all the way inside her cunt. At the same time, she felt another man behind her. He was placing his cockhead against the entrance to her shitter, pushing gently, and his cockhead popped into her asshole. She was getting two cocks at once. It made her feel odd.
"Come on, baby," he groaned. "Shake that ass for me."
She pushed her ass back against him, and his cockhead went all the way inside her. She had two cocks inside her. They both started fucking her with the same hard rhythm. She had never thought this would happen to her.
"Fuck her harder!" someone shouted. "Give the bitch her due. Fuck her silly."
The two men began fucking her harder. At the same time, the others crowded in closer and started putting their hands where they could find bare flesh. Her tits and her ass was being played with. Someone was rubbing his cock against her cheek. Mona turned her head and a rubbery cockhead rubbed against her lips.
"Come on, baby," a rough voice said. "You can take it. Come on and take it deep!"
Mona opened her mouth, and his cock slid over her tongue and into the back of her throat. Grabbing both sides of her head, he held her tight against his cock. His prick slipped in deeper. He pushed his cock all the way to the back of her throat. Mona could hardly get her breath. The other men were still fucking her with brutal thrusts.
There was a burning excitement going through her. Mona didn't want to feel it, but she couldn't help it. It was a savage excitement that caused her to shiver all over. She started trying to thrust back and down at the same time.
"Shit, the bitch is trying to suck my cock off," the man groaned. "She's swallowing me alive."
"Let her swallow you!" someone else shouted. "Let her swallow your fucking prick!"
He grabbed both sides of her head and started ramming her as hard as he could. He was getting his prick as deeply into her mouth as it was possible. She was sucking for more and tasting his salty cum in her mouth.
A man had stepped forward and grabbed her head. Mona didn't realize what he was doing until she felt her silken hair being wrapped around his swollen cock. He was fucking her hair.
Another man had grabbed her hand, and Mona was completely helpless to do anything about it. He forced her to wrap her fingers around his cock. She moved her hand up and down without having to be told.
"Oh, fuck," the man fucking her ass cried. "I'm going to come. I'm going to blow my fucking wad. Oh, fucking shiiit!"
He stabbed her brutally. His cum spurted in thick streams. It made her ass feel sticky. She felt him pulling his prick out of her ass, but another man was already shoving his prick at her ass, then slipping his cockhead inside her shitter.
Someone else grabbed her other hand, and now she was jerking off two cocks while she was being fucked everywhere possible. Mona knew that she should have felt horrible. Instead, the pleasure seemed to grow inside her a little more. Her cunt juices started running down the sides of her legs.
"Oh, fuck," the man ramming her pussy groaned. "Oh, fuck, it feels good. I'm going to shoot my wad. I'm going to shoot my fucking wad. Oh, shiiit!"
Mona sat down hard on his cock and felt the first of his jism spurting up into her cunt. At the same time, the man who was fucking her mouth started gasping for breath, and then his prick was erupting into her throat. Mona started swallowing as fast as she could. She could taste cum all over her mouth as she swallowed.
They weren't going to stop. They were making her crazy. They kept pushing and shoving cocks into her. Every second. Mona kept fingering the cocks and she felt one man's prick erupt all over her fingers and down her wrists. She was beginning to feel sticky all over.
The man finished in her asshole with a sudden hard spurting of his jism. He gave her another couple of thrusts, then slowly pulled his prick out of her. For the first time, she wasn't being filled but the men still weren't done with her. A half dozen grinning men gathered around her and started jerking their cocks. She looked up into their faces.
All of their faces were bloated with lust. None of them showed any mercy as they jerked their cocks off. Mona suddenly started feeling little drops of cum on her skin. She saw the men jerking off. She could see the thick white drops of their cum coming toward her. Then she was being covered with it. It was running down her face and streaking her hair. It was covering her pussy and tits. She had never felt so much cum.
Mona lay there for a while without moving. She wondered why she had not come. She could have come a couple of times. Someone reached down and grabbed her by her hair. She looked up and saw that it was Hugh.
"Come on, bitch," Hugh said. "It's time you and I had a little party!"
"I'm tired," she whispered.
"You're going to get a lot more tired before I'm done with you, bitch," he said.
Hugh pulled her up to her feet, and she followed him into the hallway outside the room. She was too tired to do anything else. He walked her out to a stairwell.
"We're going to go up to my room for some fun and games, baby," Hugh said. "This is going to be a night you won't forget."
CHAPTER TEN
Hugh had dragged her up to his room, tied her hands to the end of the bed and now sat watching her for a moment. His eyes were hot with lust. She saw him rubbing his huge cock.
"This time I'm going to give it to you all night long," Hugh told her. "I was tired last time. This time I'm going to make you scream."
"Please don't do any more to me," she said. "I don't think I can stand any more."
"You love it, bitch," Hugh said. "You love prick. You know you do. You love cock. You love fucking cock. There's nothing you like better. And you're going to get all you want."
They both heard the movement in the hallway at the same time. Hugh looked puzzled. He went to the door and opened it to look when, suddenly, there was a heavy thumping sound.
Hugh stepped back from the door and shook his head as if he were trying to clear away some cobwebs.
Mona gave a cry when Edward stepped into the room. Her husband was holding a big board and he brought it crashing down on Hugh's head once again. Hugh went down to his knees. Edward brought the board down a third time and Hugh hit the ground on his face.
"I'm so glad to see you," Mona said.
"I bet you are," Edward said. He sounded angry, and she couldn't understand that. Well, she would soon find out once she got out of this place. There was a lot that she was going to have to pay Edward back for.
Edward undid her hands and helped her to her feet. He was still not smiling as he took off his shirt, then wrapped it around her shoulders.
"Let's get the shit out of here," Edward said.
They didn't get very far. Don blocked their way. He was grinning and holding a metal pipe. Edward picked up his piece of board. Mona was frightened again. She didn't think that Edward was any match for the muscular Don.
"Let me pass, mother fucker," Edward said. "Let me pass or I'll break your head open."
"I don't believe you can do it," Don said.
Don was still smiling when Edward moved quicker than a striking snake. Mona couldn't believe that Edward had that much speed. He smashed the board on the side of Don's face and stunned him. Don tried to move in with the piece of pipe, but Edward slashed again. Don looked really surprised as he dropped to his knees. He was still trying to get back up when Edward hit him with the board again. Don got a blank look and pitched forward on his face. Edward grabbed her hand and stepped over him.
"Come on," he said.
They were going to make it this time. There was nobody to stop them but Richie, and Richie wasn't going to try. He was standing by the doorway, holding an envelope.
"Paul said to let you go," Richie said. "He said you weren't that good a piece of ass anyway. But he said to give you these and tell you he's got plenty more if you get any ideas about going to the police. They'd look good all over town."
Edward gave him a dirty look as he took the envelope. They walked out into the cool air. Nothing had changed since she had last been outside. It seemed like the entire world should have changed.
"The car's over here," Edward said.
Mona had never known that her husband could be like this. Edward was acting tough. He had taken down two big, strong men as if he did it all the time. He was in complete control.
"Get in the car," Edward said.
Mona wanted to say something to him but she didn't. There was a new feeling about him tonight and she wasn't ready to start a fight with him. It felt too good to be free.
Edward drove home slowly. Mona was glad to see her house. She felt like she had died and gone to heaven as she walked into the living room. It only lasted for a few minutes as Edward went over to the couch and opened up the envelope. He went through the pictures slowly and his face grew angrier with each one.
Finally he looked up at her. "You filthy slut."
"What?"
"Look at those. I thought you were going through hell. It doesn't look like you're going through hell."
Mona bent down and started going through the pictures. The photos were not faked. They were pictures of her and different men. It was obvious that they had photographed her when she was loving what was happening. There were looks of intense joy on her face. Even Mona didn't know that she had been feeling that good.
"They raped me," she said. "They treated me badly. I had to pretend or they would have hurt me more."
"Bull shit," he said. "You're not pretending in that picture, are you? Look at you. You look like you're getting fucked with a donkey's cock and you're loving it."
"It's not true," she said.
But it was true and Edward knew it. There was no sense in trying to lie to him. He could j see it in her eyes.
Mona knew what was coming even before his hard fist came around in a savage swipe. It nearly took the top of her head off. She went backwards and sprawled on the floor. He was looking at her as if he was going to kill her. She didn't try to get back up.
"Please don't hurt me anymore," she moaned. "Please don't. I've been hurt so much."
"You enjoyed it, didn't you?" he asked. "Tell me the truth. You enjoyed it."
"Yes," she admitted. "I liked some of it."
"You filthy bitch," he said. "You always treated your pussy like it was made of gold. You even undressed in the dark so I wouldn't see your naked body. I thought you were just being a good girl. You stupid bitch. I didn't know what you needed. Well, there are going to be some changes around here."
"Changes?" Mona whimpered. "That's fucking right. Now take off that fucking shirt."
For some reason, her heart was pounding rapidly. Mona had forgotten all the things that she had been going to say to her husband. Now all she could think about was how he was making her feel at that moment. Her husband had never been such a forceful man. In one evening, Mona had seen him beat up two men and now he was commanding her to undress. She could hardly wait to do it.
"I'm taking it all off," she said. "I'll do what you want. I'm taking it off!"
Mona undid the buttons down the front. She slipped the shirt off her shoulders while her husband watched with a strange gleam in his eyes. She dropped it on the floor.
"This is the first time I've gotten a really good look at you, baby," he said. "I like you this way. Buck-assed naked. I'm going to really enjoy our new relationship. Now fix me a drink."
Mona went to fix him a drink. She made it strong. For a moment, she had a thought of turning on him. She wouldn't be treated like this by her own husband! One look at his face made her humble again.
Edward reached up and he pulled her down into his lap. One hand fondled her tit as he sipped his drink. His hand grew rougher as he drank more. Mona could feel a quick stir in her belly. He was making her hot. The whole situation was making her hot.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked. "I'll do anything to make things up to you for the way I've acted."
"I like that picture," he said.
It was a picture of Mona with a cock in her mouth. She understood immediately what her husband wanted and she was more than willing. A growing excitement pounded in her body. She went down on her knees in front of him and spread his legs open wide. Mona was trembling as she undid his belt and pulled down his zipper.
She pulled his trousers down to his knees, then bent down and touched her lips against his cock hairs. Mona could smell his prick and the sense seemed to spread through her body. She licked at his belly a little more.
At the same time, Mona was pulling his trousers and shorts down to his knees. She had freed his cock. She looked at it and licked her lips. Her husband's prick had never looked more beautiful to her than at that moment.
Mona bent her head, letting her hair fall around her face. She licked his cock gently. She swirled her tongue around his cockhead and got it wet with her spit. Then she raised her head and looked down at his red, bloated cockhead.
"I bet you've had plenty of practice doing this lately," he told her. "Some," she admitted.
"Well, do it good, baby," he said. "Enjoy yourself with it. I want you to love my fucking cock!"
Mona didn't say anything as she bent her head over his prick again. She carefully took the head of his cock inside her mouth, then let it rest on her silken tongue for a moment. She started sucking on it a little more, and his prick was sliding into the back of her throat.
Mona deep-throated him. She held his swollen cockhead at the deepest part of her throat and closed her lips tightly around his swollen prick. Edward groaned and grabbed the back of her head. He started pushing gently.
"You fucking bitch," he groaned. "That feels so fucking good. Your mouth feels so fucking good. Oh, shit!"
Edward kept pushing until his cock was even deeper inside her throat. Mona almost choked but she kept sucking. He pulled her head back, and she let her teeth skim across his throbbing cockmeat. Mona raised her head and looked into his face. He was really enjoying himself. His face was bloated with lust.
Edward put his hands on the sides of her head, guiding her head in the direction that he wanted her to go. She moved her head slowly up and down. Her teeth skimmed his prick gently. Mona thought that she would get good at this if she did it often enough. And she was planning to do a lot of it with her husband.
"Fucking nice, bitch," he groaned. "That does feel fucking nice. You know how to make me feel good!"
One hand stayed on her head. His other hand moved down to her tits. Edward started moving his hand from one creamy tit to the other. He squeezed her tit flesh and made her shiver. His fingers stroked her nipples.
"Your tits feel good and hard," he said. "I bet you're getting turned on doing this. I bet it makes your pussy hot."
It was crazy but it was making Mona's pussy hot. It was causing a shivering excitement all through her body. She was beginning to like the taste and smell of cockmeat. She sucked at his prick harder and used her tongue on his bloated cockmeat.
"I'm fucking your face," he said. "I've always wanted to do this, and now I'm fucking your face. Shit, it feels good!"
His ass started coming up off the couch and he was fucking his rigid prick even deeper into her throat. She was moaning softly each time his hips moved.
"Shit, I'm getting my prick so deep, so fucking deep," he groaned. "It feels so fucking good!"
Edward acted like he was trying to squeeze her tit off. She didn't mind that. She didn't mind anything her husband wanted to do. He was her master at that moment.
Edward pulled her head away from his prick and she didn't like that. Sucking his cock was giving her that same feeling.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked.
"Take a shower first," he said. "Right fucking now. And wait for me up on the bed. In the doggie position."
"Yes, sir," she said.
Mona wasn't the same woman she had been a few days before. Now she was nothing but a cunt who needed fucking. She didn't ever want to give her husband a hard time again. All she wanted was to pleasure him. All those awful men had made her appreciate him a lot more than she had.
Mona went upstairs and into her bedroom. She took a long, hot shower and it made her body tingle. She got out and dried herself off, then went to the bed. She remembered this bed as the one she had fucked with her husband on. Now she wasn't just going to fuck with him. She was going to fuck him like an animal. She was going to do anything he wanted.
The brunette got up on the bed on her hands and knees. She spread her legs apart wide so that he could see her cunt when he walked in. She bent her head down to her pillow.
It didn't take long before her husband came up. Edward stood in the doorway, sipping his drink and appreciating the view she was offering him.
"Come on and fuck me, honey," she whispered. "I want your big cock bad."
"You talk like a slut," he said.
"I am a slut," she said. "I'm anything you want me to be. I'll do anything you want, baby. I'll be anything you want."
Edward came over to the bed and he sat down. His hand moved down her curvy ass and around to her pussy. He touched her cunt, and she shivered with pleasure.
"You like that, baby?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," she whispered. "It makes me feel so wet and tingly all over."
"You sure have changed. Maybe it was a good thing for you to be kidnapped. You've acted like a cold-hearted bitch long enough. You acted like your pussy was gold. You sure aren't acting like that right now."
Edward shoved a finger into her pussy, then moved it around inside her. He started rubbing his finger against her clit. Mona had been hot all night long, and his finger's touch made her want to jump out of her skin. She rubbed her pussy against his finger.
"You make me feel good," she said.
Edward shoved another finger into her pussy. He started shoving his fingers in and out, and it was making her tremble all over. He rubbed his fingers against her clit, and it aroused her animal needs.
"I want to be fucked," she moaned. "I want your big cock inside me. I need it bad!"
Edward didn't fuck her right away. He seemed to be enjoying the heat he had caused in her body. He moved around to her back and let his tongue brush against her asscheeks. She bucked back against him with a moan of pleasure.
"Don't do that," she moaned. "That feels good. Oh, please don't do that to me!"
He licked at her asscheeks for a moment, then pushed her, and she rolled over onto her back. Her plump thighs were spread open, and he bent his head to lick at her cuntlips. He started pushing his tongue between her cuntlips, and it made her shiver.
"You're making me so crazy," she moaned.
Edward spread her thighs a little more apart. He stabbed his tongue between the plump lips of her cunt. Reaching down, she grabbed the back of his head. His mouth was filling up with her cunt juice, but he didn't seem to mind.
"I need it bad," she moaned. "I need your cock. I need your cock bad. I want it in my cunt right now!"
"That's just what I'm going to do, baby," he assured her.
He moved up her body and rested his swollen cockhead against her cunt. He pushed just a little and his prickhead rested against the entrance to her pussy.
"Lift your ass up high," he told her.
Mona lifted her ass off the bed until she was where he wanted her. She gasped as he stabbed his prick deep into her hot pussy. He left his cock inside her for a moment without moving.
"Shit, it's good," he groaned. "It's been so long since I had your ass. It feels so fucking good!"
Edward began fucking her. Her husband wasn't fucking her as he usually did. He wasn't gentle with her this time. He fucked her like Hugh had fucked her, and she loved it.
She needed to be treated this way.
"I love your cock," she whispered. "You're making me feel so damned good!"
Edward fucked her with wild, hard strokes. Mona could feel his throbbing cockhead going deep into her pussy. She lifted her ass as high as she could. She had never been fucked this good before, not even by Hugh. It felt like her skin was on fire.
"I love your cock," she groaned. "Oh, shit, I do love your big cock!"
Her husband had either gotten experience somewhere, or he was suddenly better with his cock than she had ever dreamed he was. He was fucking her hard and fast, and she felt tingly all over.
"I'm going to come," she moaned. "Your big cock is going to make me come. It feels good. Oh, shiiiit!"
Mona's body seemed to explode in a dozen different directions at once. She could feel his body's jerking movements and she knew he was getting ready.
"You fucking whore," he moaned. "You sweet fucking whore. I'm going to blow my fucking wad. Fuuuuuck!"
Edward groaned as his thick spurts of jism filled her cunt and smeared the sides of her thighs. He kept fucking his prick into her pussy for a long while. Finally his body relaxed. Mona kept moving her ass for him until he pulled away.
"You are a fucking whore," he said.
"I'll be your whore from now on," she promised. "I'll be anything you want. I promise. I'll suck your prick. I'll let you fuck me in the ass. I'll let you do anything, anytime you want it. That's a promise."
