HUNG, STRUNG HOUSEWIFE by Blake Garfield
FOREWORD
Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoners of war who give in to their captors' demands; the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors; all must act without past experience to guide them. All must make decisions in a vacuum, without benefits of familiar people or situations to guide them. The end result can be either a positive or a negative experience.
In this story, Rachel Welch finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive by her tormentors, she not only meets their sexual demands but, to her horror, finds herself responding to them. Rachel is forced to indulge in acts that are not only forbidden by society, but also by her own moral code.
HUNG, STRUNG HOUSEWIFE -- a shocking story of a woman's reactions under tremendous stress. Yet who are we to judge her actions?
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Well what the fuck have we got here?" Jack asked, pulling a long, shiny metal vibrator from the drawer and holding it up in front of Rachel. "You got a special surprise hidden in everything you're selling or you just forget to clean this little treasure out?"
"Give me that back!" Rachel gasped, reaching for the sleek silver vibrator. Jack pulled it easily out of her grasp. "That's not for sale and it doesn't belong to you! Give it back this instant!"
Rachel glanced about the yard nervously, but thankfully no one else was around. Her big yard was filled with clothes and furniture and boxes of tools and kitchen utensils, but for the moment it was empty of people. Rachel breathed a sigh of relief. The yard sale had been a huge success so far, but she could never have stood her friends and neighbors discovering that she kept a vibrator to take care of herself after Bob, her husband, had done his sexy seconds of fucking, filled her up with his nasty spunk and rolled over to go to sleep.
"Mrs. Welch, I never thought you were a swinger." Jack flicked on the vibrator and held it next to his ear, listening to its quiet humming. "Even sounds sexy, doesn't it? I bet you get off real good with this baby."
"Jack, you give that back tome right now!" Rachel couldn't believe what she was hearing. Jack Martin had always been one of the nicest boys in the neighborhood, so tall and blonde and good-looking that all the girls and half the married woman got hot and wet every time he walked by. "Do you want me telling your parents the vile things you're saying? Or my husband? Those are used to massage tired muscles. Nothing-nothing nasty!"
"Nothing nasty," Jack whispered, edging closer to Rachel. He ran the tip of the vibrator up her forearm and the woman jerked back with a gasp. "I think I know what you massage with this baby, Mrs. Welch. I can smell your sweet cunt on it. And I don't think you'll tell anyone about the vile shit I'm saying to you. My parents would get a real kick hearing about the sexy bitch down the road who uses a vibrator to get off. And I'll bet your hubby doesn't know a fucking thing about this beauty."
Rachel was terribly confused. She backed away from the boy until her shapely ass hit a big easy chair. Then she just stared, wide-eyed, at his approach. The vibrator had been the only thing that had ever brought her to a climax. Her husband was the only man she had ever fucked, and he had never been able to make her cum. Just the sight of the vibrator excited her, the knowledge of what its hard thrusts and maddening rub could do inside her pussy. Seeing the handsome blonde teenager holding it like a knife and walking toward her made Rachel burn with humiliation, but it also made her shiver with excitement.
Jack watched her chest heave and her nostrils flare and he knew he had her. Jack had watched Rachel all the time he was growing up. He tried to catch a glimpse of her in a bikini or tight sweater every day, and he beat off thinking about her every night.
"Now give it to me," Rachel said weakly, reaching out for the vibrator as Jack stepped right in front of her.
"Yeah, I'll give it to you," Jack said, and ran the tip of the vibrator across her beautiful face. "I'll give you this vibrator and a lot fucking more to boot."
Rachel had long dark hair and big brown eyes. Her lips were full and perfect, her cheeks high, her nose long and straight. But it wasn't her beautiful face that had made her the prime fantasy slut of a whole neighborhood of boys.
Rachel had the biggest tits Jack had ever seen on a woman. They thrust out from her chest like a pair of beach balls, like soft twin pillows. Each was capped by a dark nipple that always seemed painfully erect. Rachel was built so perfectly that she was almost unbelievable. Add in her long legs and the total package was so sexy it was almost hard to look at.
Rachel was dressed in a simple white blouse and old jeans, but on her the clothes looked great. She had a red sweater tied loosely around her broad, sexy shoulders. Jack ran the buzzing tip of the vibrator over the tip of her nose and circled her lips. Then he slipped the sweater from around her neck and looped it around her wrists.
"Just leave me alone," Rachel whispered in a scalding voice as Jack tied her hands together in front of her. She looked around the yard, not sure whether to be terrified that someone might see her this way or relieved that Jack's assault on her body would stop. "I'm almost old enough to be your mother. I don't want you to do this."
"Your lips say no, but your tits say yes." Jack ran the vibrator across her jaw and down her long throat. He leaned in and kissed her fully on her lips, crashing their bodies together. "And my mother never fucking looked like you. If she had, I might have fucked her, too."
Rachel gasped and trembled as Jack pressed his lips to hers. She tried to keep her mouth shut, but he crushed her lips against her teeth and forced her slowly, surely, into a deep, wet kiss.
Rachel squirmed against the big chair that held her pinned against Jack's hard young body. Passion burned through her as Jack's muscular chest mashed against her tits, his strong hips against her crotch. Jack's tongue speared deep inside Rachel's mouth, the gorgeous housewife couldn't stop herself from returning his kiss. She sucked on his spit and played her tongue over his lips and teeth. A single fat tear slipped down her cheek as she realized she wouldn't be able to control the animal impulses of her own body.
"That's it, Mrs. Welch," Jack whispered, kissing and licking his way across Rachel's cheek and down to her throat. "These vibrators are something else, aren't they? Here, why don't you take a feel of something that's even better?"
Rachel gasped with sudden pain when Jack bit her throat. He nipped just a tiny fold of her satiny skin and ground his teeth together until Rachel was sure he was going to bite a piece out of her body. Then she felt him sucking and knew he was giving her a hickey. The thirty-two year old housewife blushed with shame at the thought that she was being marked like some silly little teenage slut. Jack bit her creamy throat again and again, leaving a trail of reddening welts across her flesh. With a quick dip of the vibrator, he tore loose the top button on her blouse and touched the buzzing tip to the soft swell of her upper cleavage. Rachel moaned and her knees budded as pure pleasure flooded through her body.
Rachel's huge tits had always been extremely sensitive. Bob had never had the slightest idea of how to handle her big tits, so for thirty-two years the only pleasure she had received from them had been by her own hands. Jack, who wasn't half Bob's age, seemed to know very well how sensitive her enormous tits were. And he seemed more than able to give them all the pleasure they could handle.
"No!" Rachel panted as Jack tugged her blouse back off her shoulders and played the vibrator up over her upper arms. He popped another button with his fingers. "Jack, please stop this! You could get us both into so much trouble! I won't tell on you, I promise!"
"You're the only one who could get into trouble, Rachel," Jack said, letting the collar of the blouse tangle around Rachel's elbows, further restraining her arms. "And if you're good to me, really, really good, then I just might not tell on you."
Rachel heard the slide of a zipper a moment before Jack forced one of her bound hands around the thick shaft of his cock. She squealed in shock and revulsion at her first touch of a cock other than her husband's, and she tried to jerk her hand away. Jack responded by forcing her other hand right next to the first around the fat shaft of his prick. Rachel whimpered at the realization that her fingers could not quite circle the fat tube of fuck meat. Even more shocking was the thought that both her hands covered no more than half of the full length of Jack's prick. Her husband's cock was no more than five inches long. Jack's seemed to be twice that size at least.
"Jack!" she whimpered desperately, then squealed again as he ran the vibrator across the upper slopes of her tits. "Oh please, Jack! Please!"
"Just pump on it, Mrs. Welch," Jack whispered, humping her hands with a gentle fucking motion. A long strand of pre-cum slopped through Rachel's fingers and his next stroke spread the sticky juice all over his cock. "Play with it the way you would with your husband's cock. Just make me feel good, Rachel. Just the way I'm making you feel."
Rachel whimpered, but she couldn't stop herself from doing as Jack commanded. She slipped her hands all over his stiff cock, tickling his balls with her fingernails and massaging his fuck-lube into a slick sheen on his powerful prick.
Jack popped another button Rachel's top, making the gorgeous housewife moan in shame. Most of her tit-flesh was in plain view now, exposed for anyone who happened to walk into the yard. The creamy tit-flesh bulged around the edges of a frilly black bra. Jack popped another button and pulled the blouse back even farther, baring the full pillows of silky tit-flesh. He almost came at his first sight of Rachel's enormous tits.
"Oh Rachel!" he hissed, running the vibrator down the middle of her cleavage. He yanked back on the buzzing metal stick, tearing her bra in half. "Such fine titties! You're such a beautiful bitch! Let me make those jumbo tits feel real good!"
The ruined bra almost exploded off the enormous pillows of Rachel's tits. Her nipples were even darker and sharper than Jack had expected. He stabbed them with the vibrator and waited for the horny housewife's reaction. The moment the vibrator pressed into the center of her right tit Rachel moaned deep in her throat and sagged back against the big chair. A look of dreamy ecstasy passed across her face. She grabbed his cock as though it were a life line and tugged on it as though she wanted to pull out every drop of cum he had. She was cuming. Rachel wanted to deny what she was feeling. It was degrading beyond imagination to have been brought so easily to orgasm by the boy. But she couldn't deny the tempest that was blowing through her pussy, the lightning bolts of electric pleasure that were making her clit buzz as violently as the vibrator Jack was moving over her tits.
"You like that, don't you?" Jack asked, pulling back so that he could watch Rachel climax, plunging the buzzing tip of the vibrator first against one nipple and then against the other. "Tell me how it feels, Mrs. Welch. Talk to me about how hot you're getting."
"Yes!" Rachel gasped. "Feels so good! So fucking good!"
Rachel jerked her hands up and down the swollen length of Jack's cock, teasing almost transparent fuck-lube from his piss-slit. She slid the slippery pre-cum up and down his long prick, lathering his cock with wet stickiness. Jack popped her blouse completely open and ran the vibrator over the shuddering lower curves of her enormous tits. Rachel squirmed against the chair in sexual ecstasy. Jack popped the tab of her jeans and pulled down the zipper. Rachel gasped in anticipation at the sound of her jeans being opened.
"No, Jack!" she whispered shrilly, her voice trembling with passion and shame. "You've got to stop this! We're standing in the middle of my yard! Anybody could come in and see us!"
"Makes it kind of exciting, don't it?" Jack said, running his hand down into the crotch of Rachel's jeans. "Shit, Mrs. Welch, you're soaking wet! You piss your pants or something? You couldn't be getting wet just from this!"
Rachel moaned in humiliation. Her panties were soaked with the creamy spendings of her orgasm. As Jack ran his fingers over her fat cunt-lips, she came again, and her pussy-juice squirted out into his hand. Jack laughed and ran the vibrator all over her shuddering, creamy tits. It felt to the sex-maddened housewife as if the vibrations from her tits were being transferred directly to her steaming cunt.
"Let's get these jeans down before you make a fucking mess in them." Jack grinned evilly as he wiped his pussy wet hand clean across Rachel's flat, trembling stomach, then yanked her jeans down around her knees.
CHAPTER TWO
Rachel's panties were plastered flat over her pussy. The dark brown bush of her cunt-fur was plainly outlined through the panties. Her swollen red cunt-lips bulged against the frilly cloth. Jack rubbed his fingers back and forth over her cunt until Rachel swooned with pleasure, then tore the panties away.
"No!" Rachel cried desperately as Jack ripped her panties to shreds. Then he swung the vibrator up in a vicious underhand arc, and she screamed even louder. "Noooooo!"
Rachel's next orgasm hit her like an atom bomb. Jack plunged the fat vibrator fully into her hot wet pussy. Her amt gripped the vibrator like a strong fist, then exploded with the pleasure the tickling buzz of the metal shaft was giving her.
"No more!" Rachel cried, her long legs trembling beneath her as her climax rocked her sexy body. "Stop it! Oh shit, I've never cum like this before!"
"Don't worry, Rachel," Jack said, fucking the vibrator into her with all the power his strong young arm could muster. "You're going to be cumming like this all the time from now on."
Jack bit one of Rachel's nipples and grabbed the other one with his free hand, pinching the nipple savagely between his fingernails. Another climax tore through Rachel's thrashing body before the last one ended, and the voluptuous housewife wailed with pleasure. There was pain now too, pain from the mauling her nipples were taking and from the savage thrust of the vibrator inside her cunt.
"Such big fucking tits!" Jack growled, driving the vibrator into Rachel's cunt until the knuckles of his first three fingers plunged up inside her too. "These tits belong to me from now on, Rachel! These big titties belong to me!"
Rachel whimpered in pain and lust as Jack bit first one of her jiggling tits and then the other. After awhile he stopped biting her nipples and started taking mouthfuls of her creamy soft tit-flesh, biting down until Rachel thought he was going to tear chunks of her tits completely off her body. His hand was working constantly too, scratching and pinching her big tits until tears ran down Rachel's beautiful face.
"No," Rachel whimpered, speech almost beyond her as agony and ecstasy assaulted her body in alternating, never-ending waves. "No, no, no, no, no, no!"
Jack kept fucking the vibrator deep inside her pussy. His hand was soaked with her cuntcream. Sticky pussy-slime dripped from his wrist in a steady stream. Rachel's fat pink pussy-lips fluttered like butterfly wings around Jack's knuckles. Her cunt was spasming around the buzzing shaft of the vibrator, almost numbed by the brutality of the fucking and the merciless tickling of the vibrator but inflamed and excited to the point where the slightest touch sent it into wild contractions.
"You're a real slut, Mrs. Welch," Jack said, smiling at the flush of humiliation that crossed Rachel's beautiful face. "You know what, you horny old bitch? You're a real hot whore. Shit, with a body and a face like yours, you could make somebody a fucking lot of money. Maybe I could help you with your yard sale, Rachel. Yeah, maybe I could help you a fucking lot!"
Rachel barely heard what Jack was saying. Almost all of her attention was focused on the various outrages he was committing on her helplessly aroused body. The vibrator was giving her almost nothing but pain now, and her tits felt as though they had lost a long and brutal war. Still she was cumming, one orgasm after another wrenching its way through her trembling body. Her cunt was beginning to swell shut around the constant thrust and jiggle of the vibrator. Pussy-cream ran between her trembling cuntlips, pussy-cream that was now gushing as much in self-defense as excitement.
"No more!" Rachel moaned, her hands slowing their pumping on Jack's cock. Her hips bucked spastically as the evil boy teased another painful climax from her abused pussy. "It hurts. Jack! Please stop, I can't take anymore!"
"Fuck that, we're just getting started." Jack stopped biting her tits, crushed his body against hers and bit her lips instead. The sudden agony almost made the beautiful housewife pass out. "Come on, you sexy old slut, I'm going to show you how a good a real cock can feel!"
Rachel didn't have time to struggle. Jack spun her around and slammed his palm into the back of her head, all but knocking her out. He grabbed a handful of her dark hair and jerked her over until she was bending over the back of the easy chair. Rachel's feet left the round and she hung like a helpless, sexy side of beef over the back of the chair.
"Oh no!" Rachel cried. She had been faithful to her husband for all the years they had been married. Now this hateful teenager was going to drive his ten-inch cock inside her and spoil her forever. "Don't rape me! Please, I don't want you to do this!"
"Rape you? Shit, that's a good one! You're cumming all over yourself." Jack slotted the fat head of his cock against the puffy lips of Rachel's pussy. "Why don't you shut up, slut? Here, suck on this while I show you what a real fucking is all about."
Rachel tried to shut her mouth when Jack rubbed the pussy-slick head of the vibrator over her cheek, but she was far too slow and Jack was far too strong. He pushed the dripping, dirty vibrator right between Rachel's lush, sexy lips, plunging it into her mouth until Rachel jagged and thrashed in disgust and desperation.
Then he fucked her.
Rachel gagged helplessly, both at the foul, perverted taste of her own pussy-cream and the push of the fat metal shaft into her throat. Tears ran down her face at the thought of how completely Jack was debauching her. It seemed to the dazed housewife that she had been humbled completely. Now she was having to suck her cunt juice off the vibrator Jack had raped her with. But the disgust at having to suck the vibrator was nothing compared to what she felt as Jack fucked his big cock deep inside her pussy. It was different than the vibrator. It was better than the vibrator. She couldn't keep herself from thrusting her ass back against him. She couldn't stop herself from sucking on the pussy-wet vibrator as though it were a sweet piece of candy. She couldn't stop the devastating orgasm that swept through her body.
"Oh!" she gasped, her eyes slitted against the pleasure she was feeling. Jack's fat cock was stretching her cunt in ways it had never been stretched before. "Oh! Oh yes! Oh no! Please! You don't know what you're doing to me!"
"I know," Jack said, pulling the vibrator out of Rachel's mouth and running it back down over her huge, heaving tits. "Oh, you sweet, sexy bitch. I'm so fucking glad I figured you out. You're going to be the sluttiest fucking slave a guy ever had."
Jack couldn't believe how lucky he had been. He swung his hips from side to side, driving his cock into Rachel first from one angle and then another. Rachel grunted and moaned, flipping her sexy ass back against Jack's stomach and wrapping her cunt around his cock like a hot towel. Her pussy was so hot and tight and wet that every stroke threatened to bring Jack's jism boiling up from his balls.
"Tell me to fuck you," he whispered, rubbing her swollen, swinging tits with the buzzing vibrator. "Beg me to fuck you, you sweet whore! Beg me, or I'll stop right now!"
"No!" Rachel screamed. She was riding the crest of an orgasm that seemed to be going on forever. She couldn't bear the thought of Jack pulling his sweet cock out of her cunt. "Please fuck me! Jack, please fuck me hard! Stick your cock in my pussy! Do anything you want to me, you sweet boy! Just fuck me until I can't stand up! I love your luscious cock so much!"
Jack moaned, crushing his body to hers and fucking her brutally. Jack bit at the creamy back of her neck until he drew blood. He slapped her sexy ass with one hand while he traced the vibrator all over her big, bouncing tits. He'd already brought the gorgeous housewife to about twenty climaxes. She was twisting her way through another one even now, her creamy, silky skin glistening with sweat, her sultry body squirming and trembling to the beat of his cock. The sexy chick's limp-fuck husband had probably never made her cum, but Jack was going to see that she caught up a lot of the orgasms she'd been missing. Rachel was the kind of slut who only got off when she was fucked hard and treated like slut, he realized. She was the kind of bitch who needed to be tied up and hurt to really get hot. And that was just the kind of woman Jack liked.
"You had the right idea, slut," he muttered, feeling his cum shoot out of his cock. "A yard sale's a great fucking idea, but you've got a lot better shit to sell than the junk in this yard."
"Nooooo!" Rachel screamed as Jack's jism spurted inside her cunt. Her big brown eyes bulged as his cum squirted deep inside her. "Pull it out! Pull it out! Oh shit, you're filling me up with your dirty, nasty cum!"
Jack dropped the vibrator and grabbed Rachel's hips with both hands, yanking her brutally back on his spurting cock. His jism splashed deep inside her cunt, mixing with her pussy-cream until it ran down her legs in a thick, soupy broth. It was the most exciting orgasm Jack had ever had, and he plunged his cock into Rachel's sloppy cunt until every last drop of his cum had gushed inside her.
Rachel cried like a baby. Her cunt was still twitching, and she came again as Jack pulled his still-hard cock out of her pussy, but she had never felt more ashamed. It was bad enough that Jack had fled her up and degraded her in her very own front yard. But to have him fuck her and fill her up with his filthy, nasty jism was just too much. Rachel felt polluted. The slow slithering of his jism down her trembling thighs was like the crawling of awful slugs over her flesh.
"Clean me off," Jack said, jerking her around and pushing her to her knees. He waved his sloppy cock in Rachel's face. "Your sloppy old cunt got me all sticky, Mrs. Welch. Lick me clean."
"No!" Rachel gasped. A strand of jism hung from his cock. His dark cock-hair was matted with her slippery cunt juice. There was no way she could take such a vile thing into her mouth. "That's too much, Jack! You can't make me!"
"Do it, whore, or I'll never fuck you again!" Jack shouted roughly, and grabbed one of Rachel's huge tits and squeezed it until the sexy housewife cried out in pain and ecstasy. "I own you, bitch! If you ever want to get off again, you open your mouth and get your slutty tongue to wagging!"
"You bastard!" Rachel whimpered, but she opened her mouth and bobbed her head forward on his cock.
The slimy mix of cum and cunt-juice was sickening. But Rachel came three times while she was slurping it up. She almost threw up twice. She couldn't understand what was happening. Jack had hurt her and defiled her. He was treating her like a slave, like a dumb animal. But it was turning her on. She was the first one to hear the voices by the gate. When she did she tried to get up, tried to pull her mouth off Jack's cock and run away. He just laughed, pulled her to her feet and threw her face-down across the big oak desk she was selling.
CHAPTER THREE
"I'm going to hide under the desk," Jack said as he strapped her hands to the desk's front legs. Two of her husband's old belts worked just fine for the job, "Don't tell them I'm there. And tell them how hot you are. HOW many times you came. Maybe they'll fuck you."
"No, Jack!" Rachel hissed, tears running down her beautiful cheeks as he spread her shapely legs wide and strapped her ankles to the desk's back legs. "This is too much! I'm not some kind of whore! I'm not a slave!"
"That's exactly what you are," Jack said, and to prove his point he thrust two fingers fully into Rachel's swampy cunt. "I can make you cum anytime I want. You're a hot-assed whore and I'm the only one who can cool you down. You'll do whatever I fucking say, won't you?"
He was stirring his fingers inside Rachel's still heated cunt. Rachel moaned, hating herself for being controlled so easily by the teenager but unable to stop the feelings that were shivering through her voluptuous body. It seemed so unfair. He was stronger, he had her tied up, he had the vibrator at his disposal.
"Yes, Jack!" she gasped. "Whatever you tell me! I'm just a hot-assed old whore!"
"I'm glad we got that straightened out," Jack said with a grin before he slipped under the desk.
Rachel jerked against the belts that bound her in place, watching fearfully for the approach of the people who were coming into her yard. She could see them now, three men she didn't recognize from the neighborhood. She felt some relief that the men wouldn't know her, but it was little solace in view of what was probably going to happen. The way she was strapped down over the desk she was completely open and helpless to anything the men might want to do. From the angle they were approaching her cunt and ass were hidden behind the desk and her torn blouse draped her enough to hide her huge, hanging tits. But that wouldn't be much defense if the men walked more than a few steps into the yard.
The men were closer to her age than Jack's, big and strong-looking. They looked like construction workers. Rachel gasped with sudden lust as she watched them handling her possessions. They were poking through a pile of her husband's tools. When one of them picked up a long metal spike, Rachel moaned with excitement. She rubbed her lush thighs together, smearing pussy cream all over her silky skin. The beautiful housewife's head began to swim as an orgasm toasted her insides. She couldn't keep her ass from shaking. She humped the air as though it were a giant cock.
"Hey, lady!" one of the men shouted from across the yard, holding up a thin radio antenna her husband had used for his shortwave radio. "How much you want for this?"
"Ohhhhh!" Rachel gasped, trying to focus her big brown eyes on what the man was showing her. She shook her pretty head, but she was trapped in a hazy fog of lust. "Just take it! I'm-I'm sorry! I'm quitting for the day. Please leave."
She had to get them to leave. Her flawless body was burning with lust. If she had to talk to them for more than a minute they were going to discover that she was tied and all but naked.
"Hey lady, you all right?" The man with the antenna walked toward her, his two friends no more than a couple of steps behind. "You sick or something?"
"No!" Rachel screamed. The sight of the big man holding the antenna made Rachel's cunt clench. "Just get the fuck out of my yard, you creepy assholes!"
"What the fuck's the matter with you?" another of the men asked. All three of them stepped closer to Rachel.
Rachel moaned, low and deep and throaty, as another orgasm made her marshy cunt surge. She dropped her head to the desk, tears running down her cheeks as she realized what was going to happen to her. She couldn't resist anymore. Jack had set something loose inside her, something sluttish and vile. Now she couldn't draw a breath for want of a fat cock stabbing deep inside her. She couldn't chase from her mind the image of the men fucking her, one after another, while they beat her sexy upturned ass with the radio antenna.
"Well I'll be fucked," one of the men said. "She's tied to the fucking desk."
"She's stripped too," another of them said, stepping even closer. "Look at those fucking tits! And that's the sweetest ass I've ever seen. You think somebody tied her up and raped her?"
"If they did she fucking loved it," the man with the antenna said. He stepped up right behind Rachel, the antenna still in his hands. "Look at the way that pussy's leaking. What about it, big tits, you get the shit fucked out of you and love every minute of it?"
The way they were talking about her made Rachel even hotter. She could tell from the looks they were giving each other and the way they were leering at her big tits and sexy ass and long, perfect legs that they had already decided on what they were going to do to her. She couldn't keep from thrusting her ass up and out at the man behind her.
"Answer me, big tits!" the man with the antenna yelled, and brought the thin metal whip down across her asscheeks for emphasis. "After all, we can't help you unless you tell us all about what happened!"
The other men laughed. Rachel moaned in pain, shaking her ass from side to side in a desperate attempt to shake away the burning pain the antenna had caused her. A bright red welt crossed both creamy asscheeks like a line of whorish lipstick. It felt to Rachel as if a piece of her skin had been ripped away.
"Look at her shake that ass!" one of the men shouted, pointing at Rachel's gyrating hips while he unzipped his filthy jeans. "The slut must love pain! Fuck, I never thought I'd see a bitch as sexy as her want to get fucked and hurt as much as she does."
"Look at this," the other guy standing in front said, picking up the tattered, pussy-soaked remnants of Rachel's panties. "Wet as a fucking sponge! What a dirty whore!"
The man behind her brought the antenna whistling down again. And again. And again. Pain burned through Rachel's luscious ass. She twitched and heaved wildly, her big asscheeks jiggling as she whipped her hips from side to side. Her cunt clutched on itself so tightly that pussy-cream squirted down her legs like piss.
The man with her panties rubbed them all over Rachel's beautiful face. Rachel gagged at the heady smell and slimy feel of her cunt-creamed panties. The man rubbed them all over her cheeks and lips, over her fluttering eyelids and up into her flaring nostrils. Both he and his friend pulled their cocks out into the open, and Rachel whimpered pitifully at the sight of the two fat, filthy logs of fuck-meat.
"Do you want us to fuck you?" the man whipping her ass asked. He brought the antenna slashing against the backs of her lush upper thighs, drawing a line of fire across the tender flesh where her legs met her ass. "You're cumming all over yourself just getting whipped and smelling of your nasty panties. If you want to get fucked, whore, you better start asking."
"Yeah, ask us pretty." The man with her panties pushed them between Rachel's lips, rubbing them over her even white teeth. "Tell us how lucky you are to get three big men like us, all ready to fuck you and hurt you until you can't fucking stand it."
Rachel wanted to throw up. The taste, smell and feel of her soiled panties filled her senses. The man behind her was flaying her alive, scoring her creamy soft ass and sleek, sexy thighs with the antenna. The dazed, sexy housewife couldn't understand why her body was reacting with pleasure when all she was feeling was pain and revulsion. She couldn't understand why she wanted to beg the men to fuck her until she couldn't move.
"Please!" she whimpered. When she opened her mouth the man in front pushed her panties inside, making her mumble and drool while she pleaded. "Fuck me hard! Be rough! Hurt me bad! I'm so lucky someone tied me down and fucked the shit out of me! I'm so lucky you came along to keep doing it! Fuck me now! Hurt me now! Arrrrrggggghhhh!"
The man behind her shoved, his cock roughly up her cunt. It felt like a rough-barked log. Rachel's dripping cunt clutched at it, then twitched in agony as the man drove it up her to the hilt. The impact drove Rachel halfway over the side of the desk, only the belts that looped her ankles to the desk legs keeping her from toppling forward on her head.
"You feel that, bitch?" the man shouted, jerking his cock back and then fucking it inside her again. "You feel my big cock fucking your sexy little cunt?"
"Yes!" Rachel yelped around her mouthful of soiled panties. Spit rolled down over her full lower lip as she gasped with pain and pleasure. "You're fucking me so hard! You're hurting me so much!"
"That's what you want, isn't it?" the man asked, hooking the antenna under her chin and then pulling back on it, one hand on each side of Rachel's head. "Only a real slut would get herself tied up and stripped naked in her own front yard. You're the kind of whore who needs a cock all the time. A cock and a whipping for your sexy ass!"
The man fucked her as though he wanted to flatten her into a pancake. Rachel grunted with each shattering impact of his heavy body. He jerked back as hard as he could on the antenna, bending Rachel back until her face was turned toward the sky, her tits were lifted from the table, and her wrists were bleeding from the way the belts were cutting into them. The abused beauty's back was arched at an impossible angle. The two men in front of her marveled at how painful and sexy the position looked.
"Here, big tits, let me fill your mouth with something sweeter." The man who had stuffed the panties into Rachel's mouth pulled them out, rubbing the spit-soaked material all over her beautiful, pain-twisted face before throwing them aside. "A sleazy cunt like you is probably a real pro at giving head. Warm me and Frank up while we're waiting for our turns at that hot little cunt of yours."
Rachel's big brown eyes went wide with fear and revulsion. The man's prick smelled like it hadn't been washed in ten years, and he wanted her to give him a real blow-job. Frank's cock smelled and looked even dirtier. Both men stepped closer and rubbed their putrid cocks all over Rachel's face. The gorgeous housewife struggled desperately, but the man fucking her held her with the antenna around her throat and each of the men in front of her grabbed a handful of hair to hold her firmly in place. Rachel clenched her eyes and mouth tightly shut, but she had to breathe, and just the sour smell of the two grimy pricks was enough to make her gag repeatedly.
The men smeared their cocks all aver Rachel's upturned face. They rubbed their big cocks all over her checks and forehead, poked them into her eyes, ears and nostrils, slapped them against her nose and lips. The man behind her fucked her more savagely and choked her with the antenna until Rachel was sure she was going to black out. It was hard to keep from gasping for air, harder still to remember why it was so important to keep her mouth shut. Every punishing blow of his cock into her cunt and his big body on top of hers drove what little breath she could manage right out of her.
His cock was starting to hurt her cunt, too. Tired as she was, he could drive his cock as deep as he wanted inside her. And her pussy had already taken over an hour of abuse from the vibrator and Jack's cock and fingers. It was starting to get sore. Even the flow of her pussycream was slowing, as though she had reached the bottom of a huge vat of lubrication. Another orgasm burned through her body. There was a bitter, painful edge to this climax. It was as though her pussy were an overworked engine, grinding its gears and ready to overheat. Her cunt twitched around the savaging stalk of the man's prick, but there was no longer the wet sucking noise of her pussy-cream being stirred around.
Rachel moaned and whimpered as she came, jerking her big sexy ass around in an almost spastic reaction to the agonizing climax. The men laughed at her and called her every filthy name they could think of. Their mockery made Rachel dim again immediately, and this orgasm was so filled with fire that she trembled from the agony. She wanted to cry out for Jack to save her, but she knew that he wouldn't. He was the real cause of what was happening.
"Fuck, I'm going to cum if I keep this up!" The man behind her jerked his cock from her smarting pussy and rubbed it over her welted asscheeks. "One of you guys take over. I'll come up front and help get her slutty mouth open."
Rachel gasped with relief when the man relaxed the strangling pull of the antenna around her throat. With his cock out of her cunt and the antenna no longer choking her, she felt almost alive. Her respite was short-lived, though. A moment later Frank was fucking his fat cock up her dry, bruised pussy. And the antenna whistled down to slice across the silky skin of her upper back.
"No!" Rachel cried, staring up at the two men in front of her with tears streaming down her fuck-lube-soiled cheeks. "It hurts! You've got to stop! Oh! It hurts so bad!"
"That's what you like though, isn't it?" the man with the antenna asked, smearing her face with more pussy-cream and pre-cum. "You begged us to hurt you. Now we're going to hurt you real bad."
Rachel opened her mouth to plead again, but before she could utter a word, the man whipping her with the antenna shoved the fat, dripping head of his prick right between her lips. Rachel tried to jerk her head back, but both men held her tight by her hair and her mouth was spread wide around the huge girth of his cock. The man brought the antenna whistling down across her shoulder blades and pushed his cock over the wet pink flesh of Rachel's tongue. The sex-tortured housewife gagged uncontrollably, unable to accept the nauseating length of fuck-meat the man was feeding her. The taste of her pussy and his fuck-lube were revolting enough, but it was the accumulated filth on his cock that really made her gorge rise. His cock tasted cheesy, as though it was so filthy and sweaty that it had begun to mold. The men laughed at the expression of disgust and horror that twisted Rachel's lovely face.
"Shit, her mouth's as sweet as her cunt!" the man groaned, lashing her back with the antenna while he poked his rancid prick into every nook and cranny of her warm mouth. "Suck on it like a big lollipop, you sleazy cunt! Tastes good, doesn't it? Lick it clean and I might even give you a little treat."
Rachel quaked with disgust. She let her mouth hang limply open as the man with the antenna poked his prick all over. He rubbed his cock-head clean on her tongue. He fucked his cock into the space between her teeth and cheek. He rubbed his cock over the roof of her mouth, between her lips and her teeth. Then he pulled back and let the other man shove his cock in. Rachel gasped with shock as one cock was traded for the other. Most of the filth and sweat had been washed off the first man's cock, and she had almost gotten used to the slightly moldy taste. The sudden sharp taste of filth from the new mans cock brought vomit rumbling all the way to the back of Rachel's throat. He fucked it back down with one swift, sure stroke as he filled her throat with his long cock. The other man lashed her back and rubbed his spit-soaked cock all over Rachel's scummy, pretty face. Each new blow hurt worse than the last. Rachel lay still under the beating. She knew she couldn't escape her torture. She was beginning to wonder if she might not deserve it.
"Shit!" Frank fucked Rachel's injured pussy with fast strokes, making her creamy ass shake and jiggle, knocking her sexy body back and forth across the desk. "Her pussy is so tight it's strangling me. Shit, Buster, how'd you hold out for so fucking long? Her cunt's like some kind of jack-off machine!"
Buster just smiled, wiping his slippery precum all over Rachel's already scummy face and lashing her time after time with the antenna. The other man pulled out of her mouth, wiping his spit-soaked cock on her face, and Buster stabbed his cock back in. Rachel gagged as he forced her to take every gruesome inch of his prick.
"Jerry, get back here and take over," Frank said, yanking his cock out of Rachel's cunt. "I'm going to cum sure as shit if I don't get a break and we promised to keep the slut entertained for a long time."
"I'm ready," the third man said, walking around behind Rachel and slotting his fat cock between the swollen red lips of her pussy. "Shit, what the fuck happened? She dry up on you guys?"
"Don't worry," Frank said, edging up to Rachel's face again and smearing his leaking cock over her cheek and nose. "It just makes her pussy seem tighter and hotter. And fuck, we don't care whether she's having a good time or not, do we?"
Rachel's back was starting to bleed from the savage whipping it had taken. The antenna whipped drops of blood into the air every time it swished back off her body. Rachel looked like a sexy slave girl, marked by the lash of her cruel master's whip.
But the pain wasn't the worse of what she was feeling. The worst was the knowledge of how completely she had been degraded. She was strapped down over the top of her husband's old desk in her own front yard, her clothes hanging in tatters from her voluptuous body. She was being fucked and abused by three men at the same time. They were taking turns on her mouth and pussy as though she was some sort of whorish slave who lived only for their amusement. And while it was happening, a boy young enough to be her son was watching the whole spectacle.
"Please finish!" she whimpered as Buster pulled his cock out of her mouth. Her lips were connected to the fat head of his prick by dozen lines of spit and fuck-lube. "I can't take anymore! You're tearing me up inside!"
"Shit," Frank said, pushing his cock between her lips while Buster smeared his cum over her nose, "were having fun. Don't get to fuck a bitch as fun as you every day. We're going to make it last as long as we can."
They made it last for over an hour. Like some evil assembly line the three men traded places around Rachel's gorgeous, bound body. Each time one of them came close to cumming he would pull out of her mouth or cunt and make room for one of the others. Rachel's lips swelled from the bruising they took from sliding cocks. Her mouth became numb and her tongue ached from the strain of licking at the trio of cocks. Her face was so slimy from spit and fuck-lube that she looked as though an army of slugs had fought a war on her beautiful features.
The men finally stopped whipping her, but by the time they did, Rachel's back and ass were a bloody, welted mess. When Buster had gotten tired, he had passed the antenna to Frank, and Frank in turn had given it to Jerry. They didn't stop until all three of them were too tired to swing the antenna.
Her poor pussy was almost swollen shut. After forty-five minutes of constant friction it had begun to grow damp again, but the lubrication was far too little, and far too late. Her pussy-lips were swollen to three times their normal size, so puffy that they peeled back like ripe fruit. The inside of her cunt was bleeding in several places. The men laughed at the spots of her blood that speckled their cocks, taking great pride in having fucked her bloody. They laughed and Rachel whimpered when they made her lick her blood away.
The beautiful, victimized housewife was almost unconscious when the men decided that it was time for them to go. Buster was the first to blow his load up her brutalized pussy and when his thick jism spewed into her, Rachel's eyes flew open and she screamed in agony. The cum was like acid in her raw pussy. It sizzled like fire into her wounded pussy-flesh.
"Look at her now!" Frank said with a laugh as Rachel bucked her ass in a hopeless attempt to escape the burning load of jism. "What a wildcat! She just needed a little loving to wake her up!"
Buster pulled back as soon as he stopped shooting and Frank jumped behind Rachel to take his place. The sexy housewife pleaded for the other two men to cum in her mouth, but they just laughed at her. Less than a minute later Frank was cumming, waking her wounded pussy with more burning cock-juice. Rachel screwed like a madwoman. She banged her head against the desk and pulled at the belts until her wrists and ankles bled. She thrashed wildly, knowing that her crazed movements were making Frank's organ even more enjoyable but unable to stop her instinctual drive to escape the pain.
Jerry was the last of the three men to spew his jism up Rachel's cunt. By the time he jammed his cock in, Rachel's pussy was dripping with fuck-slime. His cock sounded like a bathroom plunger as he fucked it deep inside her. Rachel cried at the horribly degrading sound his cock made as it stirred the two loads of cum inside her pussy.
Jerry's load of jism bubbled back out of Rachel's swollen cunt almost as quickly as he shot it in. Gooey streams of fuck-slime ran down her trembling inner thighs and coated Jerry's hard-thrusting cock. The pain wasn't quite so bad the third time, because her injured cunt had already been burned almost numb by the first two loads of salty jism. When they were done, the men stepped away from Rachel and observed her proudly. Her voluptuous body was sprawled limply across the table. The only signs of life within her were her rapid, shallow panting and the slow, spasmodic shifting of her hips across the desk. Her back and ass were covered in red welts from the antenna whipping. Cum leaked from the reddened, swollen lips of her cunt, splattering on the ground below her. Her face was smeared with fuck-lube. All three of the men were satisfied that they had fucked the beautiful housewife into the dirt.
They made her lick and suck their cocks clean before they left. Rachel stared at them with weary, vacant eyes as she lathered their pricks with her tongue. The humiliation of having to suck clean the cocks of the strangers who had hurt her so terribly was almost more than the bound beauty could stand. But what came next was even worse. Frank bought her soiled panties for a dollar. Buster gave her a dollar for the antenna and slapped her ass with it a few more times while he stuffed his money up inside her swollen, sloppy cunt. Jerry was the worst. He pulled out a dozen of Rachel's cunt-hairs with one hand as he pushed a handful of change into her pussy. Rachel laid her head against the table and clenched her eyes tightly shut, unable to bear the mocking looks the three men gave her.
"Thanks for the demonstrations," Buster said, and all three men laughed as they left the yard.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jack made Rachel dig the money out of her cunt and give it to him. Then he dragged her inside by a belt he looped around her wrists. Rachel tried to crawl after him, but he moved too fast, and after a few feet Rachel let herself go limp behind him. The front door was open and Jack gagged her through it and into the downstairs bathroom. He tossed her into the shower like a bag of garbage, turned on the hot water and left Rachel there while he used the phone.
Rachel screamed as the steaming water burned into the welts which marked her creamy back and silky asscheeks. She tried to stand up, and fell down twice before she could mange it. Then she adjusted the water's temperature and stood under the hot spray, feeling the beat of the water bring her slowly back to life. She didn't pull the belt off her wrists, though. She knew that Jack would punish her if she did that. The thought of him hurting her made her tremble like a frightened child. When he came back, and she saw what he was carrying, she cried out in despair.
"What kind of stupid cunt are you?" he asked with a smile, waving an enema bag in front of her face. "You can't resell this shit once you've used it. It's fucking gross."
"No, Jack!" Rachel whispered, her voice breaking with fear and weak ness. "You fucked me for so long with the vibrator! And those men really hurt me! Please, Jack, at least let me rest for awhile! You know you can have me anytime you want me! You know how weak I am! Please just let me rest for awhile!"
"Rest?" Jack smiled. Without warning he slammed his fist into the hollow pit of Rachel's stomach. "Rest, you fucking lazy slut? Your husband's out of town for a week, Mrs. Welch. The only rest you're going to get while he's gone is when you're flat on your back taking a cock up your smelly old cunt!"
Jack hit her four times at lightning speed, driving his fist into her huge tits and flat, tiny stomach. The punches to her stomach drove the wind out of her lungs and made dark spots dance in front of her eyes. The blows that flattened her big tits hurt her so bad that it made every muscle in her body go slack. Jack snorted with disgust as Rachel fell into a heap at the bottom of the tub. He planted his foot on the small of her back, pinning her there, and turned the water all the way to cold. Rachel screamed in pain as the freezing water splashed over her ass and back. Jack turned the tap back to hot and she screamed again.
Jack took his foot off Rachel's back and pulled her up onto her knees, and she held that position for him, even when he played the shower's spray right into the peeled-back lips of her battered pussy. Rachel cried like a baby, her sexy body shivering with pain, but she accepted her punishment.
He pulled her from the bathtub and made her kneel on the floor beside the toilet. Then he stuck the tube up her ass and gave her a three-quart enema. He took the dirty water from the toilet bowl. Rachel cried with shame as he filled up the bag and then began to empty it up her asshole. The thought of the dirty, filthy water flushing up inside her bowels made Rachel cry. Jack settled his foot against the back of Rachel's neck while he filled her bowels with toilet water, pressing her beautiful face against the cold bathroom tile.
Jack couldn't imagine anything sexier than what he was seeing now. The welts had faded on Rachel's back and ass to the point where they were still very visible but didn't detract from her beauty at all. Her creamy skin sparkled with the water from the shower and a glossy sheen of sweat. Her buxom body was arched like that of a stretching feline, her slender, bound arms stretched high above her head, her face and tits pressed to the floor, and her big, sexy ass waving high in the air. Her beautiful face looked even more alluring with his dirty boot pressed against it and a look of pain and fear creasing her perfect features.
"Lunchtime," Jack said happily as he forced the big enema on the beautiful, beaten housewife. "Drink up all your liquid refreshment like a good girl and I might even give you a little more protein."
Rachel flushed with shame. Her stomach was cramping as the cold toilet water filled her shitchute. There was an uncomfortable swelling feeling inside her. Her flat little tummy was pulling out a little under the heavy load of dirty water. Blasts of pain shot through her sultry body, making her squirm weakly under the firm boot Jack had planted against the back of her neck. Rachel shivered from the cold of the water that filled her. It felt as though her internal organs were being pushed aside by the rushing water. The enema hurt her terribly, and the chilling cold and the awful feeling of being filled too full, but there as also something pleasurable about the constant swirling of water up inside her. Rachel wiggled her lush ass from side to side, and her cunt began to squirm with excitement.
"You like it, don't you?" Jack asked with a laugh, crushing Rachel's face even harder against the floor. "You like getting your nasty asshole all washed out with water, don't you?"
Rachel couldn't bring herself to answer.
"Tell me!" Jack shouted, bringing his foot up to kick Rachel viciously in her stomach. The three quarts of filthy water gurgled and shifted inside her, the pain and shock almost knocking her unconscious. "Tell me that you're getting all hot and bothered!"
"Oh Jack," Rachel whispered. "You know it is. Anything you do. I'm so hot. Its killing me. Do something really nasty, Jack. Make me do matching really nasty."
"Lick my boot, Mrs. Welch," Jack said, rubbing the sole of the boot all over her face. "Shine my boots up and we'll take things from there."
"Ohhhhh, Jack!" Rachel cried. She nuzzled his filthy boot lovingly. "You treat me like such a whore!"
"You are a whore, Rachel," Jack said as he squeezed the last of the three-quart enema up her numbed, cramped asshole. "You're my whore. I'm going to make a lot of money off your sexy ass. Fuck, half the folks in this neighborhood have wanted to fuck you for as long as you've been here. Right now, you hold onto that enema until I say you can let it go. Understand, whore?"
"Yes, Jack," Rachel whimpered, dragging her full, sexy lips over the side of his boot. "Yes."
"Come on, Mrs. Welch," Jack said, using the belt that bound her wrists together to lead her out of the bathroom. "Let's go to your bedroom. It's time for you to show me just how good you are."
Rachel sniveled at the shame of following Jack out of the bathroom like an obedient dog. She shook with the pain of crawling with her bowels filled to bursting with the water from the toilet. The pain seemed to get worse with every move she made. She had to clamp her asshole tight to keep the water from gushing out, and already the muscles of her ass were shuddering from the strain of holding back the deluge.
Climbing up the stairs was the hardest part of all. Rachel slipped twice. Jack didn't even break stride to wait for her to regain her footing. He pulled her up the stairs like a bag of old laundry. When they reached her bedroom, he dropped down on the edge of the bed and placed one of his boots against Rachel's beautiful face.
"Lick them clean," he said. "It's been a long time since I got my boots shined, and I've never had them shined by a high-class slut half as sexy as you."
Rachel trembled with humiliation, but her cunt clutched and leaked at Jack's shameful words. His boots stank so badly that it was all Rachel could do to keep from vomiting. The pressure of the three quarts of toilet water in her asshole was so unbearable that she couldn't keep her ass from wiggling.
The boot tasted the same way it smelled, so foul and base that Rachel knew the stains weren't all mud. The sex slave housewife gagged at the first foul taste, but she kept her lips and tongue moving across the leather. As she slurped at Jack's boot, the tickling in her pussy became more and more demanding.
"You like that?" Jack asked, watching with keen excitement as Rachel licked the sole of his boot. Her pink tongue and full lips worked wetly against the filth that caked the leather. "That's good, Mrs. Welch. A slave-slut should enjoy pleasing her master. I'm real happy you find your work so fulfilling."
"I love it," Rachel said shyly, slithering her tongue and dragging her lips all over his boot. "I&a
