Chained slave wife

CHAPTER TEN

In the morning, Sally was awakened by Monique and Sylvia. They gave her a shower and took her into the kitchen for breakfast. Nobody else was there and Sally ate alone, waiting for what was to come. Neither of the other women spoke to her much, just put the food and coffee in front of her, then took her back to her room when she was finished. There, she sat for a long time, watching television.

Occasionally she heard noises and tried to peer through the heavily barred windows, but she couldn't see anything. She inspected her ass and tits in the mirror and was amazed at how fast the marks of the whippings had vanished. Sally had a good, tight and hard body, and had kept it in shape, particularly to tease John, and now it was paying her a different dividend. Her tits were as creamy white as they had been the moment Cindy first put her whip across them, and her ass showed only the faintest signs of the birch, despite how hard it had been beaten.

She stood in front of the mirror and remembered how it had been – and she started to get aroused again. Her fingers played with her tits, then roved down to wander in her blonde pussy hair, over the thrusting bud of her clit and… she stopped herself. She knew she was going to have to go through a lot more today and, despite the excitement that thought brought to her hot little cunt, she restrained herself. She wanted to be hotter than hall for the confrontation.

It was the afternoon before the two women came to get her. They opened the door and came through, several pieces of clothing in their arms. They told Sally to stand up, then sprayed perfume all over her body, examining it, making sure it was ripe and ready for the long session ahead.

"Put this on," Cindy said as she threw a tight black corset at Sally.

The corset fitted under Sally's tits, thrusting them higher than ever, the nipples clearly in view. Behind her, Monique tightened the laces until Sally's already-slim waist was pinched in and almost painful. Now her hips spread wider below the bottom of the material and her body assumed an hour-glass shape.

"Good," Cindy said. "Now, the boots." Monique brought out a pair of high-heeled, shiny black boots. The boots fitted Sally's legs like a second skin, and ran up almost to the tops of her thighs, only inches from her pussy, where they were tied with thin laces that also pinched her uncomfortably. Again Cindy stepped back to take a look at Sally.

"What do you think?" she asked Sylvia. "Panties or not?"

Sylvia considered the question. "Yeah," she said at length. "I bet John's going to whip her, and he's bound to like it with panties on. They always do. Then they can do it again when they take them off."

So Sally was fitted with a pair of tight, pussy hugging black panties. All the time her breath was going excitedly. The treatment of her as an object – a slave about to be thrown out there to satisfy the lust of her master – was almost more than she could stand. She hoped they didn't notice how wet her pussy was, or how she trembled with desire.

"The gloves," said Cindy.

Sally found herself filled with a pair of mesh, silky gloves that came well above her elbows, the thin material caressing the sensitive skin of her hands and arms. Finally, Cindy fitted a studded leather collar around her neck and attached a chain to it.

"There," she said, "I think you are ready now." They led her out of the room and down into the den where she had been through so much the night before. Sally trembled at the sight of the ropes and the bar that had held her feet for the punishment she had taken. The three men were sitting around watching a porno video, drinking whiskey and chatting.

"Here," said Cindy, throwing Sally at John. "Here is your slave."

Sally could see that John's cock was already hard from watching the movie, and she trembled with new lust as he slowly walked around her, examining her body.

"We have some catching up to do, don't we my dear?" he said.

"Yes, sir," said Sally breathlessly.

"Over the beam," said John.

Sally thrilled to the new command in his voice. She moaned as her arms were stretched up and again she hung by them, but this time with her whole body desperate for the thrills to come. John walked in front of her, the ninetailed whip in his hands.

"First I'm going to punish you for all the times you cock-teased me," he said. "Punish you until Monique and Sylvia make my cock come. Then you're going to get my cock hard again while Hank and Patrick here fuck you any way they want – and then we have a special surprise for you."

"Oh, yes! Yes, sir!" Sally breathed softly, her tits heaving up and down, the nipples rising and falling above the corset.

In one quick movement, John flicked the whip over Sally's exposed tits, drawing a moan and a great heave of her body on the ropes.

"Come here, Monique, and Sylvia," he said. "Take my pants off."

Both of them went to their knees and slid the zipper of his tight pants down before taking them off. Sally gasped.

She had never really looked at John's cock closely before. It was something she just didn't do. His prick was big, almost as big as Hank's, and she couldn't believe that monster was what had gone up her pussy the few times she had allowed him to fuck her. His cock stood out menacingly from his loins. Almost casually, he whipped her tits again, drawing a cry from his helpless captive. Meanwhile, Monique and Sylvia both kissed his cock, running their willing mouths up and down the cock shaft.

On the ropes, Sally moaned and gasped again. The sight of two other women sucking her husband's cock – one of them dressed in a bra, panties and stocking set, the other, Monique, in a tight fitting leather skirt and transparent top – was almost too much for her. The whip slapped onto her tits again, and this time she cried out in pain and her body writhed around on the ropes. Again John whipped her tits and the pain began to spread down her body to mingle with the lust spreading out from her wanton pussy.

Monique slid John's cock deep into her throat, sucking on it while Sylvia worked his balls and cock shaft. Holding Sally's lust-filled gaze, he drew the whip back again and let her tits have it, in a series of heavy blows. Sally screamed now and begged, not for him to stop, but for him to whip her harder. And that almost sent John's cock out of control. With an effort, he stopped himself.

"What do you want, bitch?" he asked.

"Oh, whip me! Whip me, please. Please!" Sally swung on the ropes, her arms extended, her tits thrust forward desperately for the whip that didn't come. Sylvia almost pushed Monique's mouth from John's cock so that she could get her own lips around it. She sucked his prick deep and worked her tongue over the underside of the cock shaft, hearing him murmur with pleasure as he looked at his wife, hanging from the ropes and pleading.

"Oh, please, I'll do anything you want," wept Sally, going berserk as John still held his hand.

John grinned and lashed her across the heaving domes of her tits. Sally begged some more, and John let her have it, lash after lash on those jutting arrogant tits of hers. Sally jerked on the ropes, thrusting forward for the whip, begging all the time for more, and John couldn't hold out against it. The sight of his formerly untouchable bitch of a wife, heaving on ropes tied over a beam and begging him to whip her as hard as he could, coupled with the sucking he was getting from Monique and Sylvia, sent his cock spurting cum.

As he felt the first shots of cam shooting out of his prick, John swung the whip around and ordered Sally to open her legs. Instantly she did so, gazing at him with such adoration that his cum shot into Monique's mouth with double the intensity he ever thought it could. He thrust the whip upward, between Sally's legs and into her vulnerable pussy. She screamed and her body spasmed in orgasm as he whipped her clit again, sending the surge of lust up through her body to join the pain still running out from her tits.

Again and again, Sally screamed in release as John whipped her between the legs, and she spread them farther to get every last inch of the knotted leather. His cum spurted out into Monique's mouth and then into Sylvia's as they changed places, and then over their lips as they shared his cum-load. He whipped Sally again, and she yelled in one last great jolt of orgasm and hung on the ropes, her body still twitching.

"Take her down," John said, and he held the two lovely heads at his cock while they took the last of the white oozing cum and licked it up.

Hank and Patrick took Sally as she moaned in delicious agony and threw her over the sofa. Sally's boots were so tight she could hardly bend her legs, and she sprawled on the cushions until John came back around and heaved her up to face him once more.

"Now you get my cock hard again," he said. "And Hank and Patrick are going to fuck you, in the cunt or ass, and if they finish before you get my prick hard again, I'll whip you until it is hard – and you can suck the ladies off. You'll have to do that before the night is out, anyway."

"Oh… oh, yes… please, yes," sighed Sally as she hung on his strong arms and her whole body went limp.

She moaned softly as John sat in the soft chair and pulled her head down to his cock. The boots prevented her from falling to her knees, and so she had to bend steeply at the waist to get her mouth over the tip of his prick.

For Sally, it was the first time she had sucked her husband's cock. It was something she had thought she would never do – and now she wanted him to have the best blow-job of his life to shoot his cum-load in her mouth. Slowly, she slid her hot red lips over the cock tip, her gloved hands reaching far the cock shaft.

John held back a bit. He wanted to have this moment just to the two of them, and the rest of the people in the room understood. They watched as Sally bent farther, her body held in the tight corset that pushed her tits even higher now that she was bent double at the waist. Her rounded ass cheeks with the tiny black panties rose in the air as her mouth went down. And her legs, stretched out to perfection in the high heeled boots, directed all the lust in the room to the point where they met at the reddened curves of her ass. Slowly, Sally took more of John's cock in her mouth. His prick was heavy and slightly sticky from the cum it had shot, and she rolled her tongue over the surface, getting his prick hard almost instantly. But neither of them paid any attention to that. John would tell Sally when his fucker was hard enough, and tell her everything else. Another great thrill of submission went through her.

"Fuck her ass," said John suddenly.

Sally sank her mouth to the base of his cock. "You got it," Patrick said as his hands went inside the thin material of her panties.

Another surge of almost unbearable lust went through her as he ripped her panties apart with one heave and stood back, surveying the tight little ass and the long legs in their shiny black boots. As Patrick's cock rubbed gently against the puckered entrance of her ass, Sally groaned and sucked John's cock even harder.

In one long slow heave, Patrick fucked his cock into her asshole, and her ass muscles tightened convulsively around his cock, sucking at it's rigid length as hard as her mouth sucked at John's cock. Patrick drew his cock back out, then slammed it in hard, feeling her ass muscles tighten on his fucker as she moaned and sucked on her husband's rock-hard prick.

"Almost a pity she hasn't been whipped," Patrick commented as he fucked in again.

"Wait," said John with a grin.

He pulled Sally's head closer onto his cock and lay back to enjoy all the sensations. He wasn't going to come for a while yet, and everything he wanted Sally to do she was going to do before then. Patrick fucked away in her ass and Sally felt the new pulses of orgasm rising in her body. Her moans got louder as the huge pricks rammed into her helpless body and her burning ass walls took the fucking and sent her over the top. She rammed John's cock into her mouth until her tongue could lick at his balls, and he was grunting and holding her head as orgasm after orgasm came over her at the double fucking she was getting.

Suddenly Patrick threw his head back and yelled as the warm thick cum poured out of his cock and deep into Sally's ass guts.

No sooner had Patrick slid his satisfied cock out of her ass than Hank rammed his enormous fucker in. Bent as she was, her body in the grip of an endless orgasm, she felt her ass walls stretch, and the sensations rise another notch. She sucked John's cock, willing it to come, wanting him to come in her mouth. Hank's rough ass-fucking forced her farther and farther onto John's big prick.

"Shit," John said as he realized that, despite all his intentions, he was going to shoot in her mouth. "You little bitch!"

Sally knew what was to come, and that gave her pounding orgasm another lift. Her mouth closed tightly around his cock. Her ass muscles spasmed around Hank's fucking cock and she kit him lose control and start to shoot inside her ass. As the cum spurted from both men's pricks, Sally went crazy with joy. She was getting them all off faster than they had ever been taken before. She might be the slave, but each time she submitted further, the men were more and more helpless in her hands.

That realization sent an orgasm ripping through her – more powerful than any she had had before, and yet, she knew it was only the start. Those orgasms still to come were going to be even better. She sucked up the cum spurting from John's throbbing cock shaft, drinking it down, trying to taste every wonderful salty drop, wanting him to go on shooting cum forever.

Slowly, Hank's massive cock softened and slid out of Sally's ass, and John's cock softened as Sally moved her lips over it.

"That was a naughty girl, wasn't it?" said John.

"Yes, sir… oh, yes," whispered Sally, her mouth still on his cock, her hands in their black mesh gloves caressing his prick into new life.

"That's better," said John, still speaking gently, but with a wonderful new menace in his voice. "I was going to fuck you next, but we will have to get my cock hard again, won't we?"

"Yes, oh, please make them whip me until I get you hard again, sir," Sally pleaded. "And then fuck me."

"But then you get a double whipping," said John, playing with the soft blonde hair that fell around Sally's face and over his hips. "Because they are going to whip you while you sit on my cock, until you make me come. So it was very silly of you to bring me off like that, wasn't it?"

Sally groaned in pure fuck-lust, settling any doubts John might have had about the kind of woman she was now.

"Oh, yes, sir. Yes, that was very bad of me. You must punish me very severely… very severely."

And her soft red lips sucked on his cock, he leaned back in utter bliss and nodded to Cindy.

"Punish her," John said.

Cindy grinned and went over to the wall to get the heavier whip. She ordered Sylvia to get Hank's cock hard again and Monique to work on Patrick. The two girls cleaned off the men's slimy cocks and ran their soft hands and lips over them, feeling the first surges of new arousal, particularly as Cindy was lining up Sally's ass. She lashed across the ass cheeks, and Sally twisted and moaned. John reached down and took her nipples in his fingers and twisted them at each hard lash of the whip. For nearly a minute, Cindy whipped Sally's ass until it was a red mass of heaving flesh as it had been the night before. Then she stopped.

"Oh, no!" Sally screamed. "Give it to me! Please, please, you lousy fucking bitch, give it to me!"

By this time, John's cock was hard again, but she wasn't going to point that out. She wanted more pain in her body to send her over the top. She didn't see Cindy take a pair of heavy paper clamps out of a drawer and hand them to John. They were the type with tight metal jaws that could be pulled open with handles to snap onto the sheaves of paper and then snap shut. Sally didn't notice as John lowered them beneath her body and held them open around her thrusting nipples.

"Oh, please," she still moaned. "Please whip me, please give it to…"

Cindy crashed the whip into her ass and John let the paper clamps snap closed over Sally's nipples. Sally's scream echoed through the room. The cruel agony in her tits slammed back to meet the pain throbbing up from her ass where Cindy threw the whip in to meet every thrust of the tortured ass globes.

"Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!"

Then her mouth went down deep on John's hardening cock as Cindy brought her to yet another wild orgasm that sent the whole of her body out of control. She moaned, screamed and sobbed as the whip gave her release. John's rising cock fucked deeper and deeper into her mouth. The terrible pain in her tits sent her into new moans of arousal.

John took the clamps off her tits as his cock got as hard as he wanted it to be. Sally didn't know whether to thank him or plead for more, so she just moaned and sucked at his cock as it fucked into her throat and waited for what he would do next. Slowly, he pulled her head back and smiled into her lust-filled eyes.

"Sit on my cock," he ordered.

He picked her up, carrying bet over to one of the benches, where he lay on his back. Sally slid her cunt onto his prick, fucking it deep into her pussy and falling across his hard body kissing his neck and his face until she reached his mouth. There she stayed, her mouth against his as she promised him that she would be the best little slave, best little wife a man could ever want. She felt his cock get even harder in her cum as she offered herself, and then her voice was cut off by a new scream of exquisite agony as the birch landed across her ass cheeks.

Her pussy muscles tightened around his cock as the pain spread out. She flattened her body closer to him, sending her ass higher with each stroke of the birch. If John's cock had been any softer, Sally's pussy muscles would have squeezed it out of her cunt. She no longer felt the individual beatings of the whip. She was flying higher and higher.

Before she brought John to climax yet again, she had a vibrator rammed into her ass, so he could feel the throbbing length on his cock through the thin wall between her fuck holes. Her ass burned. As John started to shoot into her pussy, he let the paper clamps slam shut on her nipples again, purely to feel the added tightening of her pussy muscles around his cock.

Her body became a sea of pain and she felt the deep orgasms she had never even dreamed she had in her, rising to the surface like monsters, driving her out of her mind. Suddenly she knew she could get whatever she wanted from men, because she could take anything they handed out and still beg for more.

John yelled and fucked his cock deep into her pussy as the final pulses of his climax died away.

Then they took Sally and sat her on Hank's cock, her legs spread wide around him still unable to bend, while Monique held her arms behind her back and Cindy whipped her tits until the paper clamps fell off. Sally screamed endlessly and fucked up and down on Hank's huge hard-on until it shot its load of cum. Then they put her down onto Patrick and again it was her ass that took the whipping as her cunt closed around his fucker. Sally still begged for more even as Patrick loosed his own cum-load, and she screamed in the final vicious beating of the whip and fell across his body, satisfied.

"Shit, man!" said John.

Sally knew the extent of her power for the first time. By this total submission, she had gained the most incredible power over them all. The same kind of power that Sylvia had over Patrick. The same power that Monique, in her quieter way, had over Cindy and Hank.

They, the slaves, could give the masters what they needed, and the masters would give the slaves everything they wanted in exchange for that sense of power. But it was the slaves who had the real power.