Disciplined mother

CHAPTER THREE

Carla slowly started bouncing herself on the horrid thing, fucking herself, feeling the hardy slick nudging of the air-powered dildo gouging against the slick, velvety walls of her pussy. AL the same time, she flicked her tongue around the double-lobed cockhead, tasting the pre-cum oozing from the slit. It was all so beautiful, so wonderful – except the beer now flowing through her. She was about to burst. The liquid in her bowels was becoming violently uncomfortable. She would explode – or shit all over herself. As if Mike understood this, he bent over, turning off the nozzle and thus ending the flow of beer into her shitter. Carla sighed with relief, glad that at least one portion of her ordeal was over. Mike used both hands now against the sides of her skull, guiding her, forcing her to open her mouth fully and take in his prick.

"That's it… oh yeah, that's it, that's what I want, baby. Open that mouth and take it down all the way!"

Carla extended her tongue experimentally, sliding it back and forth over half the length of Mike's cock. He liked that a lot, his body shuddering while his fingers fanned out along the sides of her head. She felt his nails scratching the area just behind her ears while he began feeding her more and more of his fat, hat cock.

"Ummmmmfffffff!"

Her lips stretched thin like rubber bands, tight around his sinking prick. Carla kept on swallowing, her throat coating with cum as be began sliding his fuckrod in and out, in and out, his balls flattening against her upturned chin. Carla felt her stomach turning somersaults. But they weren't nauseating any longer. The woman had the feeling her entire body was floating in that wonderful sea of beer. As her pleasure built, the pain ebbed, making her suck on Mike's cock with more wild and enthusiastic abandon.

"Baby, that's it! Man, that's good head Carla! I haven't had a mouth on me like that for a long time," he groaned.

"Oooooffff!"

Carla was going at it strongly now, moving her head back and forth, her golden hair bouncing around her shoulders and throat. She could feel his fat cock head bouncing off the back of her throat, gagging her again and again while more fizz flowed from his piss-slit. What was more exciting was what was happening between her white, tightening thighs. More and more juice oozed from her pussyslit, making the dildo slide easily in and out of her fuzzy little fuckhole. Her muscles were cramping and cinching down now on that thing, milking it while her cuntal walk rumbled with excitement. Carla felt herself getting higher and higher. She didn't have anything any longer. The terror was gone for the moment. She bounced high on the rod, loving the pulsing jets of air that both stung and caressed. She began to acquire an erotic rhythm to her fucking, leaning forward slightly making sure he a rubbed up again her clit. At times she could feel jets of air spitting against that sex spindle. How she loved it! More and more juice frothed around the dildo, making a gleaming puddle around the steel base of the cock.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Carla was bouncing hard up and down now, her arms and legs pulling wildly against the dude. She threw herself against the pillory now, crazy with her own lust. She fucked harder and deeper, feeling the dildo rummaging around in her cunt. While she pranced her ass like a wild mare, Carla sucked down deep, her checks caving in, caressing the strong, thickly veined sides of the big stud's cock. She knew he was going to cum. Oh, yes, yes, she knew he was going to shoot his load down her throat soon! Carla could feel the urgency in the way he was jamming his prick into her mouth and down her throat.

Now he was holding her head, his fingernails scratching her face even more frantically while her nose flattened against his groin. His wiry crack hairs tickled her nostrils as he throated her! Oh God! It was almost like swimming underwater! Carla pulled away, fearing the jets of scalding cum would surely choke her. Mike awful dildo, but a man's cock! She groaned, her wrists struggling against the leather while Mike rubbed his prick up and down, up and down over her clit.

"Ahhhhhhffffff!"

Carla felt her knees starting to hurt, the whip stripes from the belt throbbing as she leaned there against the table, chewing down on the rubber ball gag. Shaking the sweat from her forehead, the woman waited for the moment when Mike would slip his cock into her, spearing his prickmeat all the way down her cuntal mouth.

"Woah, baby! That cunt's hot, real hot! Maybe too hot for me, eh?"

With that, Mike slid his cock a little higher, ramming the hot, hard fucker right into her shitter.

No one, not even her husband had ever suggested fucking her in the ass! It was something queen did, she heard – not normal people. She jerked forward, the muscles bulging out along her arm, while her knees threatened to buckle. Carla twisted her hanging leg, tugging at the restraining rope while beating her tits against the workbench. No! No! This was asking too off her excitement a bit. But still there was enough to make the tiny muscles tingle and contract.

"This'll keep you spread open for my cock, baby."

You pig, you beast! she thought to herself, twisting her head around as much as she could, watching helplessly as the big stud reached for a rope hanging limply from the low overhead. Bracing her ankle on his left shoulder, Mike looped the line around her calf, cinching it tight with a double figure-eight knot. Stepping away, he watched as her leg remained pulled out from her body, forcing the woman to bend her left leg and lean forward, bracing herself against the table for better support.

"Unnnnnfffff!"

Carla dropped her head, pressing her forehead against the leather cuffs holding her wrists together and against the workbench. Her leg stretched out that way hurt her terribly, the ache spreading from her thighs to her cunt, then into her belly. Mike rubbed his hot, hard prick over her pussy, letting his spongy cockhead rest against her clit. That was the magic moment, the instant when her tiny sex organ exploded once again. Touched by a cock! It wasn't that her with a red rubber ball, two long leather straps hanging from either end. She stared mutely at it, her eyebrows arched as she wondered what on earth he was going to do.

"This'll make you a little less loud. Sometimes," he said, taking the ball in his right hand while tugging her hair back with his left, "your screaming pisses me off."

Carla opened her mouth as he shoved the ball against her lips. She parted her jaws as far as they would go, a pain shooting through her cheeks. Mike shoved the gag past her front teeth, pushing in with his right two fingers until it rolled over her tongue and pressed against her back teeth. Carla swallowed hard, the filthy taste of the rubber ball making her wince. Laughing, he tied the two dangling straps together.

"Now, we spread 'em a little for my cock. Don't want you gettin' hurt."

"Unnnnffffff!"

Mike was gripping her right ankle, pulling her legs straight out from her body until it was horizontal to the floor. Carla felt the pulling tension unstick her cuntlips, forcing them apart, opening the deep red slick throat of her pussy to the air. Her last climax had taken the edge another shiver rush up and down her spine. He was right! In the throes of her own orgasm, Carla didn't really know if he had shot or not. She realized he had held back – held back for some devilish reason, no doubt. She pulled the door open, wondering what new horror he had in store for her.

"This way."

He grabbed her hands again, examining her wrists, and noting with some approval her wrists weren't badly chafed.

"I don't like to bruise up the women – at least not on the first time. It's not much fun fucking around with a beat-up broad."

Carla thanked God for that, silently. Mike led her to a small workbench and told her to put her wrists together and down on one end of the table. There, attached to the wood was an L-shaped metal band, two leather wristcuffs bolted to the top and attached to the strip of steel. These Mike wrapped around the woman's wrists, fixing them tightly to the bench.

"I told you I haven't cum yet. This is gonna be my turn, bitch!"

The straps cinched tightly around her wrists, stopping the blood to her fingers. Carla winced, turning around only to see Mike approaching a moment the room was silent except for the heavy panting of both Mike and Carla, and the steady pumping sound of the compressor in the dark. As the woman began coming down from her high, she felt the beer starting to cramp her gut. She squeezed her assring around the enema nozzle, feeling the pleasure fading away as the pain of her overloaded ass started to take over all her sensation.

"Ohhhhhh, no, please, take it out! Oh God, don't keep it in!"

Mike got off the stool with maddening slowness. Carla was panting now from pain laced with the fear she would shit all over herself. He released her, and pointed to a small door at one end of the room. Forgetting her fear of the man for the moment, Carla raced to it, barely making the toilet. The explosion of the liquid content in her bowels was so powerful she felt another small orgasm sweep over her.

"What have I done to myself!" she wondered out loud.

She heard Mike's voice outside.

"You fall in? Come on. I haven't got all damned day? You're gonna be moving that ass for me, baby. I didn't cum, remember?"

Carla drew one hand to her face, feeling fought the frantic woman, pulling her head back down against his crotch, rubbing her nose in his prickhairs.

"Suck it down, bitch! Come on!"

It was getting to be too much for Carla! The shooting air in the dildo was pricking her higher and higher, making her lips tighten around his cock, making her bob from side to side, her body pierced again and again by that rutting dildo.

"Uhhhhhhhh!"

Carla moaned against Mike's cock, feeling her climax about to explode. The room was getting lighter, it seemed, as she squealed, her hips going wild. The woman bounced up and down, nudging her womb against the dildo while feeling her clit explode again and again. Her orgasm peaked like a thunderbolt, spasms of delight knifing through her again and again. She quivered there, hanging in the pillory, feeling the wild delight of cum shooting like lit sparklers through her body. Starting finally to comedown from her arousal, Carla felt she was too relaxed to keep the stiff position in the pillory she had maintained. That awful thing was in her all the way now, pushing aside all her hot, swollen cuntmeat, her juice sizzling around her ass. In much! She couldn't take this ass-ripping pain much longer!

"Right, baby! It hurts pretty fuckin' hard, don't it? Man, this is somethin' else! Take it, you fuckin' bitch! I'm gonna feel your shit on my cock. That's what you are, and that's what I'm gonna feel – shit!"

His words bit into her pride, shredding her as she clung there to the side of the bench. It felt as if her asshole were being torn from her butt, ripped apart by that awful cock! Her cunt contracted, blowing out another hot fart as the muscles cinched down on nothing.

"Unnfnfnnfnffffff!"

Mike's hands were slapping her asscheeks now, his fingers stretching the white-striped flesh, prying her shitter open a little more for his fat cock. Carla tried shoving down and out much the same way she had pushed out against the beer enema, hoping somehow to reduce the pain. Why, oh why hadn't he fucked her in the pussy? She had wanted it there, had wanted to feel his cock spreading her apart, stretching her open while she was strapped there to the table. Instead, he was doing this awful thing!

"Oh man, tight! That's it, baby, move that ass while I stick my cock down it!"

Carla cried out, her groans muffled by the fat rubber ball. She felt as if her asshole were being torn to pieces by his fat cock. Her cunt almost cried out to feel his prickhead inside, the same cockhead now raping through her ass. She wanted to feel the hard, hot penetration in her pussy, not her shitter!

Carla let out another muffled cry, feeling the obscene slickness of his prick in her asshole. Mike let go of her hip. She could feel his hand now reach up to her tits, his fingers scratching over her nipples, pinching the tiny nubs as if they were about to tear them off. It was then Mike pulled back a few inches, then shoved down with a grunt.

"Mmfmrnfmfffff!"

It was tearing her in two! Carla felt the aching pain of his hard fuck reaching to all, points of her body! When, oh when would this horror end for her?