Chained wife

CHAPTER TEN

"Wake up, sugar," Amos said. "Get up."

She opened her eyes. Amos was standing over her. She moved her arm and felt the metal pulling at her. She was getting used to being chained like an animal.

Amos unhooked the chain around her arm. He kept the silver collar around her neck and fastened a length of chain to it. She was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a man's shirt. At least she didn't feel completely naked as she walked out of the back room into the kitchen.

She was in for the surprise of her life. Her husband was sitting calmly at the table drinking coffee. John didn't look excited to see her. He looked almost bored as he looked up at her.

"Been having a nice time?" he asked.

"I-I don't understand," she said. "What are you doing here?"

She couldn't speak the words that she wanted to say. What she couldn't understand was how he could just sit there drinking coffee after she had just gone through the most horrible experience of her life. It was almost as if he had known what was going on.

Then she looked down at the table in front of him and saw that he had been looking at photographs. Photographs of her fucking. She felt her heart pounding faster.

"Look what they did to me!" she shouted. "They raped me. They beat me. They locked me in chains."

"It's funny, but you don't look so unhappy to me."

"You bastard!"

"It was the only way, Carol," he said calmly. "These men are very good at teaching manners, in turning a proud wife into a woman who wants to please her husband. You were turning into a real snobbish bitch. You wouldn't let me touch you. I had to show you what you were really made of."

"You planned this?" she asked, feeling horror.

"I paid them to do it," he said. "Of course, Amos enjoys his work, but he did need a little compensation for his trouble."

"You're sick!" she screamed. "You sick bastard. I'm going to get everything you own for this. I'm going to hurt you just like you've hurt me." The crazy thing was the she started to feel weak-kneed as soon as Amos handed the end of her chain to her husband. It was almost as if she was a slave being handed to another master.

Her husband had a look in his eyes that she had never seen before.

"Are you taking me home now?" she asked. "Not just yet," he answered. "First, I've got to find out just how well trained you are."

"The bedroom's back there," Amos said, shrugging.

She was determined that her husband wasn't going to make some kind of fuck slave out of her. Amos was a brutal man, but she knew her husband had gentle qualities. He wouldn't treat her that way. Besides, she had always considered her husband somewhat weak. Often, she had been able to make the major decisions in the family. Now she was sure she could convince him that this was all a mistake. Then she was going to get her revenge.

But she wouldn't try anything yet. Not with Amos sitting there. She acted obediently as John pulled on her choke chain and led her into the back bedroom. He closed the door.

Then she put on her most angry look. "I don't know what you're thinking about, but I hate you for what you've done and I promise you that you're going to pay for it. Now unlock me and get me out of this thing."

"Don't fight with me, honey," John said. "Amos assured me that you're going to be a good girl."

"Amos can go to hell," she said defiantly.

"I guess I'm going to have to use the last resort," John said.

Her eyes widened as she saw her husband taking off his belt.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked nervously.

"Amos told me that this was what you needed when you got out of line," John said. "He said that you really stayed in your place when he got his belt out."

"You wouldn't dare!"

The belt made a loud smacking sound as he struck her across the leg. She tried backing away, but he pulled on her choke chain. She tried to slap him. He grabbed her arm and twisted it around. He forced her face down on the bed and started slamming the belt across her luscious asscheeks.

In a few moments Carol was squirming with pain. In another few moments she was begging him to stop. She couldn't stand the pain.

"Please stop!" she begged. "Don't do that to me any more. Please stop!"

He kept slamming the belt against her asscheeks. Her ass felt like it was on fire. She stopped squirming. Now she could only beg for mercy.

"That's right," her husband said, as he finally stopped spanking her. "You're finally beginning to learn I mean business."

"Please don't hit me anymore. I'll do anything but don't hit me any more."

He laughed softly. She was beaten and he knew it. She sobbed softly as he lifted her up from the bed and turned her around. He pushed her down to her knees and pulled her face against his crotch. His cock stirred to life. She didn't have to be told what he wanted.

She pulled his trousers down and then his shorts. His cock felt hot and hard as she lifted his cockflesh. She closed her fingers around his prickmeat and started waving her hand up and down. At the same time she bent her head and started licking at the swollen head of his cock.

"Oh shit yes," he moaned. "You have been learning. Amos has been teaching you some new tricks."

She opened her mouth a little wider, slowly taking his prick inside her mouth. She held his cock gingerly over her tongue for a few seconds. She felt it throbbing, and each throb sent a feeling of electricity through her.

"Take it deep, baby," he said. "Suck my cock deep!"

She closed her teeth around his cock and she started pushing her head forward and hollowing her cheeks. She was slowly taking all of his big prick inside her mouth. She licked around the thick cockhead as she sucked. She tasted cum.

He grabbed her hair and jerked her face away from his prick. He pushed her back down so that his leaking prick was rubbing against her big titties. He seemed pleased that she didn't try to jump away as he pressed her titties a little closer to his prickflesh.

"That damn Amos sure trains them good," he groaned. "How about it, baby? Do you want to suck my cock first and get a nice mouthful of cum and then let me put it in your pussy?"

"Anything you want," she answered.

She was surprised at the excitement that was burning through her body as she submitted so totally to her husband. She even had a thought that she liked the collar on her neck – that it made her feel even more like his slave.

"I think I'll fuck your face, baby," he said. He reached for her head again, but she came willingly to his prick. Her lips touched the head of his cock and it was like electric sparks shooting through her again. She realized that she wanted to be treated like this, she wanted to be humbled and degraded.

She opened her mouth and sucked his stiff prick. She started slowly sliding his cock into her mouth. She used her silky tongue all the way. She actually felt his cock growing in her mouth as she sucked him. She tasted more of his salty cum.

"I'm going to give you a mouthful, baby," he told her. "I'm going to shoot a thick wad down your throat!"

She started bobbing her head slowly. She slid one hand up his leg to his balls. She fondled his balls as she sucked him. That seemed to drive him crazy. Suddenly he was grabbing the back of her head as he crammed his fat cockmeat into her mouth. Cum was already dripping out of the corners of her mouth. She had never known her husband to be this excited before.

"Suck me, bitch!" he groaned. "Suck my cock! Suck it hard and I'll give you a nice hot mouthful!"

She was no longer sucking his cock. She couldn't do anything but hold her head still and try to keep from choking as he crammed his big cock deeper and deeper into her throat. She closed her eyes and started trying to regulate her breath because she knew he was really going to shoot a huge wad into her mouth.

"Bitch," he groaned. "Bitch, here it comes! This is what I've always wanted to do to you. I've always wanted to shoot my wad up your throat! Oh shiiiit, bitch!"

He crammed his stiff cock deeper into her throat as be held her head still. His cockhead grew inside her mouth. Suddenly she was tasting his hot cum shooting against the roof of her mouth. His cum tasted thick and salty. She started frantically swallowing to keep from choking. She felt his cum leaking down her chin and dripping on her tits. He reached down and ripped open the man's shirt so that his cum could leak against her bare flesh.

He grabbed her swollen titties. He held onto her titties as he crammed his big prick deeper into her mouth. She tasted the last drops of cum before he allowed her to pull her head away. He wiped his prickhead against her face. She felt sticky with cum. He wiped his cock in her thick hair.

"You've changed a lot, baby," he said. "A hell of a lot!"

He told her to dress again, and Carol fixed the man's shirt as well as she could. He left the room and she followed him outside. She didn't say anything as she saw her husband handing over a lot of money to Amos. At that moment reality set in. Her husband had paid Amos to do all this to her. He had paid the animal.

And now she realized that she was just as much an animal as Amos was. Sucking her husband's cock had left her pussy hot. Even now she could feel wet juices dripping down the insides of her thighs. She saw Amos looking at her and he grinned.

"That should finish our business," her husband said. "You've done a good job, Amos."

"I think I should make one more test," Amos said. "Just to make sure she'll do anything."

"All right," her husband answered. "Go ahead."

"Get undressed," Amos told her.

Carol knew what was going to happen. She looked at her husband, but there was no mercy in his expression. She shrugged her shoulders. She had no choice. She hurriedly began to undo the buttons on her shirt. She peeled it away and she blushed red under the fascinated gaze of two men. It made her feel even more naked having her husband looking at her.

"Hurry the fuck up," Amos said.

She dropped the shirt on the floor and reached down to unbuckle her jeans. She slid them down her legs, and the panties soon followed. The two men looked hungrily at her thick cunt bush.

"Sit down in that chair over there," Amos said. "Spread your legs and let your husband get a good look at your sweet pussy!"

She went over to the chair and sat down. She spread her legs wide and showed both men the pink insides of her pussy. Amos told her to hold her pussy lips apart, and she did. She felt lewd as hell.

"You really do have a nice-looking pussy," Amos said. "It looks wet and ready. Play with yourself, baby. Play with your cunt and show your husband what you like to do most!"

She moved her fingers up between her thighs. Her pussy was burning hot. She moved her fingers up a little farther and touched her puffy cuntlips. She parted her pussy lips, pushing one finger inside and moving it around. Her finger brushed against her clitty and she gasped.

"That's right, Carol," John said. "Play with yourself. Ply with your cunt. Put your fingers inside your cunt and play with it!"

She was just so damned hot. She shoved another finger up into her cunt and started moving them around. Her juices soaked her fingers. She pushed against her clitty, and another quick shiver shot through her. She stabbed a third finger into her cunt. She started moving them in and out as fast as she could.

She saw Amos taking his clothes off. She knew he was going to fuck her and she wanted it. Even if it was in front of her husband. She kept playing with her pussy until Amos motioned for her to stop.

"Get face down on the kitchen table," Amos said. "I'm going to show your husband how much you enjoy having a cock inside you!"

She went over to the table and stretched out face down. Amos stood behind her. He moved his hands down her body in a gentle caress. He moved closer to her and pushed his cock against her snug pussy hole. It was what she wanted. He didn't have to do anything. Suddenly she pushed back as hard as she could, taking his swollen cock all the way into her cunt.

"Oh yes!" she moaned. "Oh yes, that feels so good! Your big cock feels good!"

She started pushing her cunt back against him and he still hadn't moved. It felt good to have his swollen cock so deep inside her. She squeezed her cunt muscles against his stiff cock. Finally he started pushing his cock in and out of her cunt and she forgot her husband was there.

"Fuck me," she groaned. "Fuck me good and hard. I'm your whore who loves your cock. Fuck me good!"

He started fucking her harder. His heavy balls slapped her each time he thrust. She kept moving her ass back against him as the vibrations of pleasure shook her body. She could feel her titties being rubbed raw against the table but it didn't matter. Noting mattered but the sweet sensations of pleasure in her cunt.

"Fuck me harder!" she whispered. "Oh shit, fuck me harder."

He fucked her harder, as hard as he could. His balls slapped against her so hard that she knew they were bruising her. She gave it back to him by lifting up her body and taking his prick as deep into her pussy as she could manage.

"Of fuck!" she screamed. "I'm going to fucking come. I'm going to come, baby. I'm coming, fucking coming!"

The spasms of pleasure nearly twisted her body apart. She kept feeling the quick sensations of pleasure striking her. Finally she stopped coming and she relaxed. Amos didn't mind. He kept shoving his hard cock deep into her pussy hole.

"Sweet pussy," Amos groaned. "You've got some sweet pussy, baby. I'm going to come all over you, baby, I'm going to shoot my wad deep into your cunt. Get ready, bitch! Get ready!"

He rammed her again, and his stiff cock started shooting cum deep into her pussy. He pulled his cock out of her and let his jism run down her thighs. He rubbed his cock against her asscheek until he was drained and she was feeling wet with cum.

She stayed there a few moments until her husband took her by the hand and pulled her off the table. He had a faint flush on his face as he handed her her clothes.

"Get dressed," he said. "I'm going to take you home now."

"All right," she said.

"And I'm horny as hell," he said. "I think I'm going to tie you down and stick my cock up your ass!"

"All right," she said.

She knew she would not fight anything her husband wanted her to do. He was right about one thing. Amos had taught her well. She would always be the animal he had taught her to be – a woman who enjoyed cock no matter where a man wanted to put it.