Chained wife

CHAPTER ONE

"I don't see why you're so damned insistent about going to this party," Carol Brady said.

Carol zipped up the back of her shimmering green gown and studied herself in her bedroom mirror. The gown looked like it was glued to her. Her creamy tits were almost falling out of the gown. Her shoulder-length blonde hair had been combed until it was shining. She was proud of her good looks, but she wished she was showing her new dress off somewhere else besides the country club party.

"I think it'll be lots of fun," her husband called to her from the bathroom.

"For you, maybe," Carol said, "but I'll be stuck with a bunch of gossipy old ladies for half the night. I hate these church functions even if they are at the country club."

Her husband came out of the bathroom already dressed in his tux. John Brady was the kind of husband she had always wanted. He was tall and refined looking. He had been put ting on a little weight but that was all right. He smelled of money and success and that was what Carol enjoyed more than anything else.

"You'll have a good time, Carol," John assured her. "And later on we can do some thing fun."

He tried to put his arms around her, but she slipped out of his grasp. She didn't want him mussing her up before the party started. Lately she hadn't wanted him mussing her up at all. She was a devoted wife but she wasn't fond of being groped. She considered herself a lady. She called it making love and they did it in the dark. It may have been a little old-fashioned, but it was the way she was.

"Let's go then," she said. "I don't want to be late."

It was a fifteen-minute drive to the country club. The main building was well lit up and she could hear music as John parked the car in the reserved section. She wasn't up to facing the gossipy old ladies quite yet, and she held John back for a second.

"You go on in," she said.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"I think I'll walk up to the powder room first," she answered. "I want to make sure I'm beautiful."

"You're gorgeous," he insisted.

"You go on in," she said.

It was her intention to walk around to the dark side of the building and slip into the building from a side door. Then she could slip up the stairs unseen.

She almost changed her mind as she walked around the wide of the building. It was dark as hell. She hesitated for a moment, but then, laughed at herself. She lived in a town where there was excellent police protection and good security protection at the country club. There was nothing to be frightened of.

She walked up the steps of the side entrance and put her hand on the knob. It wouldn't turn. Someone had lacked it. Usually, there was a guard on the inside. She started to knock, but she became aware of someone breathing behind her.

She grew very still. Her heart was pounding fast. She taught about kicking off her high-heeled shoes in case she had to run.

"Who's there?" she asked nervously.

"Just a friend, baby," a man's deep voice answered.

Carol started to scream. A huge, hairy arm encircled her. A strong hand clamped down on her mouth and dragged her off the porch. She kicked and twisted and tried to bite the hand, but nothing helped. She was dragged into the woods that surrounded the country club.

Suddenly she was slammed up against a tree, and her breath was knocked out of her. A hand clamped around her throat. She could plainly see the man who had kidnapped her and she didn't know him.

"You relax, baby," he told her. "Relax, and you won't get hurt. Don't fight me and don't scream or I'll mess up your pretty looks. You wouldn't like that."

She nodded. "What do you want with me?"

"Don't be stupid, bitch," he said. "A woman who looks like you, with those big, creamy tits practically falling out of your gown, can't be stupid enough to ask what I want."

"You're going to rape me?"

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, baby," he said.

Carol thought of all the things she had ever heard of about rape and she remembered that sometimes it was best to fight and sometimes it was best to just let the man have his way. All she could think about now was that she didn't want to be hurt.

"I want to see what those big tits look like, baby," he said.

He broke the thin straps of her gown and peeled it down. Her creamy tits popped free. Carol tried to put her hands over her tits. He was quicker than she was. He slammed her back against the tree again and pulled her hands down by her side. His fingers moved up and squeezed her creamy tits.

"You've got a nice fucking pair, baby," he said. "I've been watching you a long time I've been thinking about these big tits for a long time."

He squeezed her tits until Carol thought she was going to pass out from pain. Then he released his grip, but his fingers started stroking jag her nipples. She didn't want to feel anything, but her tits had always been sensitive, and especially her nipples. Her red nipples started to get swollen and itchy. He knew it and he laughed at her.

"I don't think you've been getting enough, baby," he said. "I don't think your husband's been giving you enough cock. Well, I've got enough for you, baby!"

He kissed her. She tried to keep her lips locked together. He moved his hand up and started squeezing her tit again. She realized he was going to twist her nipple until she opened her mouth. She opened her mouth and let him push his fat tongue inside.

His tongue moved all over the inside of her mouth. He started rubbing his tongue against hers.

Carol had never liked this sort of kissing. It had always been so dirty, and she wouldn't do it with her husband. Now this big man was forcing her to do it, and she hoped she wouldn't throw up in disgust. His fingers started stroking her nipples again.

She couldn't stop him as he moved his head down and took one of her itchy red nipples inside his mouth. He sucked gently at her tit, and it sent vibrations of pleasure all the way through her. She tried to push his head away, but it was futile; finally she couldn't stand it anymore. She dug her fingernails into his face.

He screamed in rage and jumped away from her.

Carol tried to run, but he caught her quickly. This time he slammed her against the tree with such fury that he could have broken her back.

"I wish I wouldn't have to do this, baby," he said. "But you leave me no choice."

"What are you going to do?" she gasped.

He dragged her through the brush and trees to a clearing where he had parked his car. He kept his hand around her wrist as he reached into the back seat. He pulled out some ropes.

"What are you going to do w-with those?" she asked fearfully.

"I got to fix you where you won't claw me any more bitch."

"I promise I won't," she whispered, "don't tie me up! I promise I won't do that."

All of her life she had been afraid of being tied up. She didn't want to be so completely out of control.

He forced her down on her back. He had steel rods already implanted in the ground. He tied her hands up above her head and then tied her feet to the rods. Her gown was so tight that he couldn't pull her legs far apart. He got the gown off and left her only in her panties.

He took a good look at her in the moonlight.

"Shit, you're built, baby," he said. "You're built really good. I could just lick you to death."

She writhed as he bent down to her. His hands stroked her big tits again. She gasped for breath as her nipples started to swell. This time she couldn't stop him as his lips moved across one luscious nipple. He sucked her hard red nipple and rolled it beneath his tongue. He moved his hungry mouth to her other tit.

"You taste good, baby," he groaned. "Like sweet cream. I'm going to enjoy having a piece of your hot ass!"

Carol was completely helpless.

He moved his wet mouth down her belly. His tongue brushed across her panties. He pushed his tongue into the top of her panties and touched her silken pussy hair.

"You like that, baby?" he asked.

"You're filthy," she answered. "Leave me alone. You're a filthy animal!"

"You love it, baby," he said. "You know you love it."

His tongue moved up her trembling belly then back to her tits again. He sucked one into his mouth and bit down gently on her swollen titty-flesh. He sucked a little harder and let his teeth scrape across her nipple. She gasped in pleasure.

"You fucking love it, baby," he told her. "You were built for fucking and you know it."

"Stop it!" she protested. "You're an animal. You're sick!"

He only laughed at her as his wet mouth started moving down her trembling belly once again. This time his tongue moved back and forth at the top of her panties. She couldn't stop him. Neither could she stop the warm sensations going through her body.

She kept groaning and telling him to stop, but she knew he wouldn't. He reached underneath her. He easily slid her panties don her long legs. She had never been naked for anyone but her husband and it gave her a strange feeling.

"Beautiful pussy," he groaned.

She couldn't believe it was happening as his wet tongue moved across her pussy hair. She had never allowed her husband to do this to her.

He moved his tongue between her legs. She wanted to jerk his hand away, but she couldn't move.

"Damn," she whispered. "Oh, damn you!" She knew he was still laughing at her as he pushed his tongue gently between her legs. His tongue moved around her cunt and made her cry for pleasure. His tongue delved deeper into her cunt. His tongue moved up against her pussy and she shivered.

She had never felt anything like this before. She felt dirty, but there was also a tingling sensation all through her body. She could not control the pussy juices leaking out of her cunt. She started moving her ass against his wet tongue.

"I thought you'd like that, baby," he said, raising his head. "I thought you'd like a wet cunt. Most cunts like to get something wet in their pussy!"

"You're disgusting," she groaned.

He was an animal and he was making her feel like one. He pushed his tongue deep into her cunt and started moving it around. She kept feeling the funny sensations rocking her body. She felt him sucking on her hard pussy. She was suddenly starting to lose control of herself. She was ashamed of herself for giving in to the animal hungers she was feeling.

He knew what was happening to her and he kept his tongue inside her cunt a few moments longer. He had her right on the brink. Her ass was lifting up and pushing against his working tongue. She was already oozing juice into his mouth.

But the bastard wasn't going to give her any pleasure.

"Oh no, baby," he told her. "This first one's going to be mine. I like to have you all worked up so that you know you're a whore, but the first one's going to be all mine."

She knew what he was doing. She didn't look at him while he took off his clothes. He grabbed her head and made her turn to look at him.

"Now you look at me, bitch," he said. "Keep your eyes open and look at me. You're nothing but a cunt. You've seen a lot of naked cock before."

She was looking at him and feeling sick. He was undoing his buttons as slowly as if he was a stripper. There was a churning in her pussy, and she wished she could close her thighs together.

"I'm going to show you more cock than you've ever seen before," he said, laughing.

He stripped down out of his shorts, and she gasped as his long thick prick was revealed to her. His cock was bigger than her husband's – bigger than any cock she had ever seen. She could feel her heart pounding as she stared at his cock. It looked as big as an oak tree and it was dripping cum from the enormous tip. She didn't want to look at any more. His prick was frightening her. And the man frightened her even more.

"You're going to know this cock," he said. "You're going to get to love it a lot."

Her mouth was suddenly dry. She licked her lips. He moved close and rubbed his thick cockhead against her face. Her check felt suddenly wet from his cum. He moved around until his cock gently brushed against her lips. He laughed at the expression on her face.

"Don't worry, bitch," he said. "I'm not going to put it in your mouth this time. There's plenty of time for that later. This time I'm just going to explore that hot pussy of yours!"

He walked around and stood between her legs.

Carol could see every inch of his thick, hairy body. He looked like some kind of muscle-bound freak and his huge cock made him look even worse. She wished he would get it over with. She bit her lip.

"I'm going to give you a fucking you're not going to forget in a long time, baby," he said. "I'm going to fuck your hot little ass off!"

He dropped down between her legs. His weight smothered her. She felt his thick cockhead pushing against her tight cunt. She couldn't do anything to stop the relentless pressure of his prickhead.

"I'm going to put it in your cunt," he groaned. "I'm going to put it all the way into your hot pussy!"

She felt almost like a virgin again as he started pushing his stiff prick inside her pussy. He pushed harder. She gasped as his cock finally slipped all the way inside her. She felt her cunt walls stretched by his huge cock. Her cunt walls squeezed together, feeling every throbbing inch of his cock.

He slid his hands up under her ass and held onto her ass cheeks. His fingers dug into her ass cheeks. She stopped moving. He gave her a few moments to feel how deep his cock was in her.

"Now I'm going to fuck you, baby," he said. "I'm going to really give it to you."

Her husband had always fucked her gently, but not this man. He started pounding his prick into her as if he was punishing her cunt. She had never been fucked so violently before. She knew he was bruising her body with every stroke.

His balls made loud slapping sounds as his prick plunged in and out of her cunt. It was good that her pussy had gotten wet from his tongue or she might have been hurt from his violent fucking. His cock was slamming deep into her belly.

"Oh shit, you bastard," she groaned. "You fucking bastard. What are you doing to me?"

"I'm going to make a cunt out of you, baby," he groaned. "I'm going to make a begging whore out of you with my stiff cock!"

One of his fingers slid into her hole as he started fucking her even harder. She felt his cum dripping into her pussy, and she knew that he was going to come fast. He was going to keep her from coming. She needed it. She needed to come, but she wasn't going to beg him.

"You fucking bitch!" he groaned. "I'm almost there. I'm going to blow my wad. I'm going to blow my fucking wad. Get ready, bitch! Get fucking ready! You cunt!"

He didn't shoot his wad inside her pussy. At the last moment he pulled his cock out of her cunt and let his thick wad shoot over her belly. It was even more degrading than if he'd shot into her pussy. His sticky cum kept spurting on her belly. Carol felt his thick, sticky cum all over her tits and belly.

He sighed as he spurted one last time. He rested on top of her a moment and then got up. He went to his car and reached into the back seat. This time he took out a beer, popped the cap, and drank half of it.

He walked back to her and stood over her, a lewd smile on his face. "What's the matter, baby? Did you get cum all over your tits?"

"Damn you," she said.

"I'll wash it off, baby."

He turned the can over her body and let the cold beer run over her tits and belly and down to her cunt.

Carol cringed. The beer made her feel wet and sticky.

"Now lets get you dressed, baby," he said. "I've got big plans for you."

"Where are you taking me?"

"You'll find out."