Chained slave wife

CHAPTER FOUR

Cindy lay back and enjoyed the delicious sensations as Monique sucked softly on her hot pussy. Monique was a good little slave, the best that Cindy and Hank had ever had. Slowly Hank pulled Monique up by the hips and ran his enormous cock against the entrance of her cunt. Monique moaned and braced herself on the sofa, waiting far the moment he would ram his fucker into her cunt.

Monique was a tiny girl, only just over five feet tall and built petite to match. Her face was pretty and looked vulnerable, with big dark eyes above a wide red mouth. Her tits were small and thrusting, her waist slim and her ass was tight and rounded above shapely legs. She was a teenager and, when dressed as Cindy and Hank wanted, she frequently looked like a child.

Cindy actually didn't look that much older, and was ten years younger than Hank anyway. She was a blonde, with a foxy face, blue eyes and a mouth that promised lewd delights. Her tits were larger than Monique's, but stood out as proudly from her soft white body.

Cindy's pussy mound gently fucked at Monique's face, and her long legs held the young girl in place as she gave quiet instructions as to how Monique should use her tongue and lips on her clit.

Hank paused to admire the girl's ass. His cock tip probed slowly into the hair-fringed fuck hole and Monique gasped, sucked her mouth tighter to Cindy's cunt and moaned with delight as Hank slowly fucked all the way into her tight pussy.

Hank was a huge man, well over six feet tall, darkly handsome, with a massive chest, strong thighs and a colossal cock. More than one of the slaves he and Cindy had broken in had wept at the sight of his horse cock and pleaded she couldn't take it all. His cock was a foot long and very thick, so they were bound to be scared, but all of them had taken his cock, every way he told them to. The alternative was severe, indeed.

But Monique had been a good girl that day and didn't need to be punished, in strong contrast to the day she met them.

She had escaped from reform school, unable to take the cruelty of the staff and the loneliness of the life there. She was determined not to go back, and fate led her to the bar Hank ran in the sleazy area of town, a bar frequented by a variety of people, all of them dangerous to a young escapee who couldn't go to the police for help.

Monique was worldly wise to an extent, but she was weak underneath – and Hank spotted that the moment she came into the bar, blinking in the dim light after the sun outside. She went to the bar and asked for a drink, hoping they wouldn't ask her age or demand some identification. A large, but friendly looking man served her at once and slowly walked down the bar to the phone, where he nodded pleasantly to some of his other customers and made a call. Monique reveled in her new freedom. She ordered another drink, and she grinned at the several husky men sitting around watching the ball game.

The alcohol started to go to her head. She was feeling better and better and didn't notice the police car pulling up outside the bar. She wondered at her cleverness, even as the burly cop came in through the door and the nice bartender converged on her with him.

"Let's see some ID, Miss," said the cop, leaning over the bar and looking her straight in the face.

Fear swept over Monique. She was trapped.

"Er… er… yes, officer," she said hurriedly as she dug into her bag. "I think I must have left it at home."

"Serious offense, Miss," said the cop. "Drinking under age. You could get this owner here a big fine and the loss of his license for that." He leaned over the bar farther and reached in his pocket for his book.

All the coolness that Monique had vanished in that moment. She burst into tears.

"Please don't send me back," she sobbed. "And where would 'back' be?" asked the cop, his voice sounding almost friendly but his gaze as steely as ever.

"Packard School," Monique sobbed.

"And why wouldn't you want to go back to such a nice place?" the cop went on.

"I won't go back, I won't!"

"Well," said the cop, "I think we had better discuss this in the back room young lady."

Almost roughly, he took her by the arm, the bartender raised the section of the bar and they all went through, then down a corridor smelling of stale beer, to a small room with beer kegs along one wall, a stove and a table and chairs.

It was dark, dark as her room at the school, and only a cobweb-covered window let in any light at all from high on one wall. The bartender switched the light on and a bare bulb swung from the cord as he let it go.

"Well now, young lady," said the cop, sitting down slowly in one of the chairs. "What's your name?"

"Monique," she said, standing in fear, her arms crossed in front of her body, holding desperately onto the bag with her few possessions in it.

"Well now," the cop said, easing back in the chair and staring openly at her. "You can call me Tom, and this is Hank, the owner of the bar where you just broke the law."

Monique broke into fresh tears. "Please don't send me back, please! I'll do anything, anything if you don't send me back. And I promise I won't come in here again."

She sobbed louder, hoping that would make them sorry for her.

"Well now," said the cop, leaning his chair back. "I think we can find another way to solve this problem."

"Oh yes, oh yes, anything," said Monique, unwittingly sealing her fate.

"I want to make it really clear to you that you don't drink in bars," said the cop, a note of menace in his voice.

Monique just stood and sniffled. She couldn't understand exactly what he was getting at, but, having gone through reform school, she was sure it was going to be something nasty.

"We have our own way of punishing little girls who break the law," said the cop, swinging his chair back upright and getting up. "It's your choice little girl – that, or down to the precinct."

Monique just kept crying slowly and nodded her head.

"So you think we should punish you for what you've done?" asked the cop, his voice as hard as his face now.

Monique choked back tears and nodded again.

"Good," said the cop. "Now drop that bag of yours."

Monique dropped her bag on the floor and looked up, stifling a scream. The cop was slowly sliding a thick leather belt out of the waistband of his pants, and Monique didn't have to be told what it was for.

"Oh, please," she whispered, but he ignored her plea and wrapped the buckle end around his right hand, leaving over three feet of black leather hanging.

"Take your panties off," the cop said.

The two men watched with glee as Monique reached under her short shirt and slid her panties slowly down her legs and stepped out of them.

"Show us your legs," said the cop suddenly.

"Oh please," whispered Monique.

"Show us your legs," said Hank, moving around until he was in front of the terrified girl.

Monique saw the belt slowly swinging in the cop's hand. Saw the look of lust on both their faces. She knew now roughly what she was in for, and yet still, that was better than facing going back to the reform school. Very slowly, she reached down and lifted the hem of her skirt, showing them her young firm and shapely legs, all the way to the blonde patch of pussy hair between her thighs.

Both the men whistled in appreciation.

"Hey," said Hank, "this chick's got a pair on her."

"Speaking of pairs," snapped the cap, "open your shirt, show us your tits."

All the effects of the alcohol had gone now. Monique's mouth was dry as she pulled at the top button of her shirt, doing as she was told until her shirt was open to the waistband of her skirt. At a sign from the cop, she pulled it out and let it hang open. Now only her small uplift bra was between them and her tits. Monique unclipped her bra, pulling it around her arms and out of her shirt, dropping the lacy bra to the dirty floor.

"Come here," said flank.

Slowly Monique walked over to him and he inspected her for a long time. Then his hands went up to her tits and ran gently over them, tweaking the nipples. Monique asked them for a drink of water.

"Hmmmm," said Hank, his fingers at her nipples. Without warning he twisted them hard, so hard Monique cried out and stumbled against him. "Certainly little girl, a drink of water."

He left her standing there and went back into the bar. The cop stood silently, swinging his belt. When Hank came back, he had the water and also a smaller glass with a light-brown drink in it. He gave her the water and she drank hastily, aware of the men's eyes on her body, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. Then Hank handed her the other drink. It was some kind of spirits, she could tell that much.

"Drink it down!" he snapped.

Monique slowly raised the glass to her lips and gulped the bitter liquid. It made her gasp and clutch at herself as it burned down into her stomach, but, after a few moments it began to help. The fear in her subsided even further and her mouth felt better. She stood in front of them again and ran her hands over her tits.

"Now bend over that table," said the cop. The fear in her rose to fever pitch again, but it wasn't quite the fear of a few minutes ago. Trembling, Monique stepped up to the table and bent at the waist, her legs spread, her skirt covering her just to the top of her thighs as she lay flat on the rough surface, her tits rubbing against the wood. Then she felt a hand flip her skirt up and over her ass until it rested at her waist – and nothing stood between the belt and her helpless ass.

"Now I'm gonna show you what we do to little girls who break the law," said the cop, and his voice was husky and thick with lust.

For a few seconds nothing happened. Then she heard a slight swish, and a terrible pain shot out from her ass cheeks and up her body. Monique screamed and her body lurched off the table.

"Aaaagghhhh!" she yelled, her legs kicking into the air and her upper body trying to get free of Hank's strong hands. "Oh, please," she begged. "Please, anything, but not this!"

"Keep your legs where they are," the cop warned, "or we'll have to tic them to the table, and that would make me very angry indeed."

The belt slammed into her ass again and her screams filled the little room. Monique couldn't see the glee with which the cop raised the belt each time. She didn't know that this was the only way he could get his cock up. All she knew was that the dreadful pain exploded through her body again and she screamed, but kept her legs down. She couldn't imagine what he would do to her if he got really angry.

"Remember, my name's Tom," said the cop as he waited, the belt high in the air over his head. "How about you beg me to fuck that little cunt of yours?"

"Oh yes, anything, anything if you'll please stop hurting me!"

"She's too fuckin' easy," the cop said, and he whipped her red and painful ass cheeks again.

Several more times he threw the belt savagely into her body, and each time Monique screamed and begged him to fuck her.

"I think she needs her mouth stopped up," Tom said.

"Just what I was thinking," Monique heard Hank say.

His grip on her shoulders shifted and he came around to her head. And it was then she saw it for the first time – his enormous cock. It was standing out like a menacing pole from his hairy legs. His prick was inches from her lips.

"Open wide," Hank said, his hands sliding down her arms almost to her elbows as he leaned back, stretching her body harder over the table.

Monique sobbed and firmly closed her mouth. At a nod from Hank, Tom threw the belt at her ass again and she screamed at the fresh agony. But Hank still didn't shove his cock at her. He just stood there as she sobbed and pleaded for mercy. Tom whipped her again. She screamed, lurched as far as she could and fell back to the table.

"You know when I'm going to stop whipping this tight little ass of yours?" asked Tom, giving her another painful stroke.

"No, no, I don't know."

"I will stop whipping your ass when you have licked the last of the cum off Hank's cock there. And to do that you'll have to suck it, won't you?"

He crashed the belt across Monique's desperately sore ass again and she had a moment of clarity. She remembered what she had told herself at the beginning. Even this whipping and to have Hank shoot his cum-load in her mouth was better than going back to the school. And after this she would be free again. As the next stroke hit her, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

Hank slid his huge cock between her teeth. "Suck on it," he said.

Monique started to suck on the immense fucker that filled her mouth. The belt whipped her again, but now the pain was less and only her hips jumped to the stroke. Hank took his hands off her elbows and reached up to her head, running his fingers though her blonde hair and gently pushing her mouth farther onto his cock. She worked her tongue along the underside of the monster prick, amazed that she wasn't half as repelled by cock-sucking as she thought she would be. She felt his cock fucking deep into her mouth and the belt crashed across her ass.

She screamed again, but it was muffled by the cock. The pain in her whipped ass had turned to a fire that burned through her belly and down her thighs. Hank rammed his cock in her mouth again and the belt came in perfect time with it. Her throat opened and took Hank's prick deeper. Again the cock rammed home and the belt whipped her, but now her screams had become a moan, and she worked her head down onto Hank's cock, sucking at it for all she was worth.

The fire in her ass was spreading and the cock in her mouth was jumping and twitching, and she wasn't even aware that her throat muscles had given way completely. Hank fucked deep into her throat with every thrash of the whip.

She heard Hank gasp and grunt as her mouth rammed over his throbbing prick. She felt the belt whipping into her ass, but all it did at each pass was to inflame the incredible feeling running through her pussy. She rolled with each stroke, her ass reaching wantonly up in the air for the belt.

Behind her, Tom was sweating profusely as he swung again and again and his cock hardened as he watched the young girl, her ass circling, reaching, trembling far the beating she was getting. He took his cock out of his pants and rubbed it between the fingers of his left hand, thinking all the time about fucking it into her wet little cunt.

Suddenly Monique felt Hank's cock throb wildly in her mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" he yelled.

He grabbed for her head, shoving it down on his cock harder than he had ever done before. The belt cracked across her ass again as the first jet of salty cum shot deep into her throat. The combination triggered her body and she went into the most incredible series of heaving orgasms, each pulse coming as a fresh rush of Hank's cum shot into her mouth and Tom slapped the belt across her ass. Her mouth opened wide as she gurgled with release, sucking and swallowing the cum while Hank bellowed at her to take it all and fucked deep into her mouth again. In a frenzy, Tom kept whipping her ass. Hank's cock pumped the last of its cum as her ass did the final swings in the air. She fell down across the table, gasping and still sucking at the cock in her mouth.

Tom let her suck on Hank's cock for a while, gazing in satisfaction at her reddened and throbbing ass.

"Now," he said, as Hank pulled his cock out of her mouth and grinned, "now I'm gonna fuck that little cunt of yours."