Beaten prisoner wife

CHAPTER TWELVE

Lena had no idea how far they had led her. She had to feel her way down steps and through a hall piled with crates in the semi-darkness. Then there was a door and she could hear the soft murmur of voices beyond a screen.

"Wash your hands," Nancy ordered and Lena was surprised to find dust on them, presumably from the crates. Fiona brushed her dress down as she rinsed the dust off, and then Fiona gave her a lacy pair of white gloves that came to her elbows. In the darkness Lena trembled as they led her to a curtain in the heavy screen.

Then soft music started and Lena's whole body shook with the knowledge that something was about to happen. Her pent-up lust rose.

"Get on," snapped Nancy, shoving Lena through the curtain.

Leila blinked. The lights were high and, twenty or so feet in front of her they dropped off to blackness. As she appeared, a deep hush fell and Lena could feel eyes taking her in. She stood motionless, wondering what to do.

"Come forward, little girl," said silky, soft woman's voice, and Lena was sure she had heard it before but she couldn't place it.

She shuffled forward uncertainly until the voice told her to stop. She stood a couple of feet from the edge of the spotlights and she could just see the reflected light falling on faces out in the darkness. There were about fifty people she thought. Her heart started pounding painfully as she realized she was the center of attention, the actress for all to see. Her chest swelled and the lust in her body surged.

"Well, what do you think of our new bride?" asked the silky voice. The audience gave a murmur of appreciation.

Lena's eyes were getting adjusted and she could now see that there were men sitting at the tables. At the feet of each man was a girl. Most of the girls were running their hands over the men's stiff cockrods, but a few were gently sucking. The men ignored them and stared at Lena.

"I think you should show your friends what a wonderful pair of legs you've got," said the voice. "My friends like to see a girl's legs, right to the top."

Lena gasped, even the touch of her own fingers on her thighs almost enough to make her come. Slowly the dress slid up her thighs, over her stocking tops and up to her panties. She didn't have to be told to take it higher, she kept on lifting until the audience could see the soft down of her pussyhair through her almost transparent panties.

"Now, walk closer. Show them properly," said the voice.

Lena walked almost to the rim of the lights and spread her legs, rubbing her hands wantonly down the curve in her lower stomach, almost to the top of her panties as she gave the men a show. She heard the low reaction and saw the half shadowed watchers shifting in their chairs and forcing the sucking girls deeper onto their cocks as they watched.

Then Lena walked slowly across the stage, her dress held up in her white gloved hands, her hips swaying. She moaned softly as she turned and walked back, swaying her ass, showing them all what she had to offer.

"You slut!" the voice suddenly snapped.

Lena stopped in mid-stride and her lust surged to fever pitch as she knew, with a desperate longing, what was coming next.

"Showing yourself off to anyone who happens to be there," the voice went on scornfully. "You're just a whore, aren't you?"

Lena gasped and her hands played desperately down her body. But she didn't dare touch her pussy.

"I said, you're just a fucking shameless little whore, aren't you?" the voice shouted and suddenly Lena knew it. It was Zenor.

"Y-yes, yes, yes!" Lena screamed suddenly.

"Then you should be punished, shouldn't you?" Zenor said.

"Yes, oh yes, oh yes!" Lena wailed and her body shook as he grabbed at her dress and almost pulled it off.

Without warning Zenor appeared on Lena's right. She was dressed all in tight black leather top that was cut away to show her tits, a short tight skirt, black stockings and high boots, and a black cap. In her hand she carried a long, leather whip.

Rod came onstage to her left. He wore a white shirt with black pants, cut tight to show the enormous bulge of his cock. Effortlessly he carried a leather-covered bench with extending steel legs.

Lena knew what she had to do and she dissolved in a seething, liquid lust that made her unaware of almost everything that was happening.

Dimly she heard Zenor order her to open the neck of her dress to show her tits. With trembling hands Lena pulled at the bow and the dress neck eased away and she spread it until the tight bodice was open, her tits exposed for all to see. She saw a man in the front row groan as his cum shot into the mouth of the girl sucking him. He heaved and she licked at him, as Lena saw Rod put the bench down.

Slowly Rod walked over to her and turned her to the audience. He eased the veil back from her hat to show the men the full beauty of her face. Lena's chest heaved as she heard their moans of appreciation and watched another man shoot cum, the girl taking it over her face and then leaning down to suck him once more while he watched.

Rod took her hat off and Lena felt so helpless she rocked and started to come. There was nothing she could do. She was a slave and the men were going to watch her being whipped and then probably fuck her anyway they wanted. She bit her lip as the lust choked her.

"Bend over," said Zenor.

Lena slowly bent at the waist and leaned down over the bench. It was set at the right height. Her body draped over it, her legs stretched and forced straight in the high-heeled shoes. Her body was shaking as she felt Rod take her legs and spread them until he could lash her ankles to the legs of the horse. Then he came round and did the same to her wrists. Her body was bent deeply and her ass rose high before the watchers, only just covered by her virginal, white dress.

Then Rod cranked the bench higher and Lena groaned with uncontrollable lust as the padded leather pushed into her waist, lifting her ass even higher until her arms and her legs were stretched to the utmost. She heard more gasps from the watching men.

Then Lena felt Zenor lift her dress up and flip it over until her ass was exposed. Her moans got louder and she was sure all the men could see that she was about to come, the way she twisted and heaved on the horse. She had forgotten all her shame. She wanted it so badly, wanted anything they gave her.

In front of her staring eyes, Rod pulled the front of his pants apart. His cock sprang out and Lena gasped at it. It was bigger than anything she had been raped by in the cells, a foot of hard cock so thick it would fill her mouth to bursting. In the cells she would have wept and begged for mercy but now she choked with the desire to feel that hardness in her throat.

"You have to be punished very severely, you know that?" asked Zenor.

"Ohhhggg, ohggg! Yes! Yes! Ohhhgggg!" Lena screamed, hardly able to get the words out.

"So for a start, I'll have to whip your ass until you've sucked that cock off, won't I?" Zenor asked.

"Ohhhggguuu, yes! Yes, oh please!" Lena shouted.

"Then beg to suck it," said Zenor and slashed the whip across Lena's ass.

Lena's scream echoed round the hall. Her asscheeks had a deep, red glowing line across them and her body trembled with the force of the orgasm the whip had unleashed.

Blind and deaf with lust, Lena went into an uncontrollable orgasm. "Ohhhgggg, please, whip me, whip me please!" she moaned. "Oh yessss, oh please, give me your cock, pleaseeee, ohhhggg aaaaagghhhh!"

Inch by inch Rod moved his cock nearer her trembling, begging mouth. Zenor lashed the whip across Lena's ass and line after red line spread across the trembling flesh, melting into one mass of crimson skin. At each piercing scream another man came and not a cock in the place was soft. The bound girl was begging and screaming for each cut of the whip while she desperately tried to get Rod's cock in her mouth. The sight was more than enough to keep the men hard.

Then Rod let his cock brush across Lena's begging mouth. She screamed uncontrollably and lunged to take it, but he held back, making her lick just the tip as the whip lashed her ass, her body in the white dress heaving across the padded bench.

Slowly Rod let Lena take his cockhead between her lips. She moaned with satisfaction and licked at it as if it was the most perfect gift in the world. Her orgasm grew another terrible notch and Zenor, her dark hair flowing around her face, whipped Lena harder and faster.

As the audience stared and the whip landed on the crimson, throbbing flesh of Lena's ass, Rod slowly let Lena take more of his cock. Inch by inch it slid deeper into the willing mouth until it rested at the back of her throat and the muscles worked over the swollen head and Lena felt as if her body would explode.

Everything had melted into the lust of the whip and the cock in her mouth. Lena didn't feel any pain any more and she no longer cared that so many men were watching her ass get whipped. The cock slowly forced its way back from her mouth and then went in again. Her white dress bounced over her hips and the strokes of the whip forced it back up over her waist, but she didn't notice.

All she knew or cared about was the cock in her mouth. Greedily she sucked, taking it as far in as he would let her, wanting desperately for him to fuck her face as hard as he wanted and shoot his jizz down into her stomach or all over her face or tits, or anywhere he wanted to.

Rod seized her hair, forcing her face deeper onto his cock as he lost control. He muttered in admiration, as the force of her mouth sent his cock spasming. No slave had been able to suck him off this fast before and he shouted and laughed at the release as the cum surged up his cock and spurted out into Lena's hot, sucking mouth.

The whip crashed into her ass with each surging peak of her climax as Lena felt the hot cum filling her mouth in endless waves. Delirious with lust she drank it down, drops forming at the corners of her mouth as her cheeks filled and her throat swallowed as fast as it could. On and on she sucked until even Rod's cock had shot its last and he held her head and slowly worked his still hard cock in and out between her lips.

But Lena hadn't finished. "Please," she begged, her ass circling as far as it could, "please, I want another one. Please, Sir, please, let me suck another one. I want more cum, Sir! Please, I want more!"

Utterly beside herself with lust, Lena felt them untie her arms and legs and stand her up. They told her to take her dress off and she grabbed at the neck until a slash of the whip across her tits brought her up sharply.

"Slowly," Zenor snapped.

Lena reached for the buttons and drew them apart. Leaning down to show the men, she saw some of them still sitting, but a lot of them had crowded around the stage. Their lustful faces were close as they held the slave girls at their feet and made them keep sucking cock.

Lena slid the white dress slowly off her body, reveling in the constant surge of lust from the floor below her. She dropped it and stepped out, showing her soft thighs, spreading them, running her hands over her panties, soaking wet with her juices.

At another order she slid her panties down, spreading her legs again, thrusting her finger into her wanton little cunt, parading close to the men, urging them to finger fuck her too. Hand after hand reached up and worked her throbbing cunt over. Fingers fucked in and out and she couldn't get enough. She thrust her cunt over their faces, wanting more and more as her orgasm raged on. She couldn't have stopped it if she'd wanted to.

More fingers worked into her cunt and reached around for her ass. She stood, legs spread, her head thrown back as she came and came. She heard Zenor telling her what a little whore she was and that she was going to pay for standing there, letting men finger fuck her. Lena groaned with new lust and her hips spasmed as spurts of jizz soaked her white stockings.

Then hands grabbed her hands and pulled her back. A large hook came down from the roof on a rope and Lena looked at it and moaned as her wrists were lashed together and placed over the hook. As it was hauled up again and her arms went with it, she gave another groan of terrible lust. The hook stopped rising as her feet, in their high heels, barely touched the floor.

Lena hung there, the pain in her arms sending more sparks of climax surging into her body. She watched and her tits heaved as she saw Zenor a few feet away, the whip swinging lazily through the air. Two girls took her feet and pulled them wide apart as a cock reached into the crack of her ass.

Lena gave a scream of anticipation. Her mouth worked as she stared at the whip and her ass reached back to get the cock. Her pussyjuices had been flowing so freely the cock had no difficulty at all in forcing its way into the tight hole of her ass.

As the man thrust himself high into her body, Zenor grinned and lashed the whip into Lena's tits. In a pit of molten delirium, Lena heard herself begging, begging for the whip, begging to be ass-fucked, begging for more pain so she could keep on coming. Her body swung viciously on the hook, her ass beating at the man as he fucked her and yelled with desire.

Lena felt his hands go round her thighs and hold her ass tight on his cock. It throbbed and beat into her while his hot breath rolled over her neck. She knew his eyes were on her tits as the whip crashed into them, bouncing them up and down over her ribs, utterly at the mercy of Zenor and the tight leather whip.

The man whispered in her ear and there was something dreadfully familiar in the voice. "You little cunt," he whispered. "You love this, don't you? Love getting whipped while people watch and shoot their cum all over you? You're a total shit, you deserve to be punished, don't you? Don't you?"

"Oh, yyesss, ohhhhyesss, ohhhhh, oh yessss!" Lena shrieked as the whip flashed at her tits in a blur of leather and the man forced his cock into her ass and it shot cum, hot surging cum into her body, burning her asswalls with its juice. Sliding down, out of her ass as her tits throbbed and beat up for the whip again. White jizz flowed onto the tops of her stocking as Zenor slowed her whipping and the man slid his cock out of her ass while it was still hard.

"Oh no, please, don't stop, please! No!" Lena begged.

But the hook was let go and Lena collapsed in a heap on the floor. She crawled towards the man who had fucked her ass.

"Please, please, give me some more," she begged. "Oh more, please, Sir, please!"

Suddenly he laughed and in that instant Lena recognized him for sure. She looked up, horrified. It was Jack, her husband, the man who had embezzled her money and left her to this hell! She choked as she saw him look down at her with amusement.

"You sure have changed, you little cunt," he said. "I didn't think they could do it, but they fuckin' did it. They sure did it."

Lena sobbed and there was a flash of anger, but it was lost instantly as she saw his cock bobbing inches from her face. It was covered in her ass juices and gobs of cum and she reached up and licked it, tasting the cum, wanting more of it.

Jack let her suck. He put his hands on his hips and watched her ass she cleaned him off and his cock became as hard as it had been.

"You wanna get out of here?" Jack asked, running his cockmeat back into Lena's mouth and then pulling back to the entrance of her lips.

Lena moaned and sucked him.

"I might take you back, you little whore," said Jack. "If you can prove to me that you'll be a good little slave and behave yourself."

Lena mumbled as she sucked his cock. He forced her head back until she could speak.

"Anything, anything," she gasped. "Anything you want! Oh please, please give me more." Her moans got desperate as she grabbed Jack's cock and tried to swallow it.

"Well, I may be persuaded," said Jack. "What do you think, Rod? If she's good tonight, maybe I should take her back?"

"If she's real good," said Rod. "And if you bring her back to some of our parties. Well, maybe, if she's real good."

"Oh yes, oh I will be, I will!"

Lena gasped as she grabbed for her husband's cock and sucked at it. She groaned as hands pulled her away from him, forced her back over the bench, her face close to him. She watched as two of the slave girls knelt and ran their hot little tongues over his cock, taunting her as she moaned. A cock rammed into her pussy and the man leaned down and forced himself to the top of her cunt.

Lena stared and screamed as she saw Jack lift one of the girls and slide his cock into her pussy while the other one ran her willing little mouth over both of them. The cock thrust in and out of her and she gasped and sobbed.

"If you're a real good little slut," said Jack, grinning at her, "and fuck everything I tell you to tonight, then maybe, maybe I'll let you suck me off at the end and I might even take you home." The girl fucking him came, rolling in ecstasy, while her friend licked and sucked her clit.

The cock in Lena's cunt was shooting, hot, wonderful cum bursting in her cunt. She screamed as the new orgasm filled her and she saw the one girl climb off Jack's cock to let the other one get on and have her come.

Hands lifted Lena, put her on the hook again as men closed in on her and forced their rigid cocks into her pussy and ass at the same time. She came again, rolling as they double-fucked her, watching Jack's cock fucking the other girl, wanting to suck it, wanting so much to prove that she would be a good little girl for him, the perfect slave.

She would prove it, she knew she would. Yelling and screaming, the men fucking her came, and the hook was released again and she fell, with cum covering her legs and lower body. There was a cock at her mouth and greedily she sucked it, sinking into a sea of lust she never wanted to climb out of.