Hung, strung housewife

CHAPTER FOUR

Jack made Rachel dig the money out of her cunt and give it to him. Then he dragged her inside by a belt he looped around her wrists. Rachel tried to crawl after him, but he moved too fast, and after a few feet Rachel let herself go limp behind him. The front door was open and Jack gagged her through it and into the downstairs bathroom. He tossed her into the shower like a bag of garbage, turned on the hot water and left Rachel there while he used the phone.

Rachel screamed as the steaming water burned into the welts which marked her creamy back and silky asscheeks. She tried to stand up, and fell down twice before she could mange it. Then she adjusted the water's temperature and stood under the hot spray, feeling the beat of the water bring her slowly back to life. She didn't pull the belt off her wrists, though. She knew that Jack would punish her if she did that. The thought of him hurting her made her tremble like a frightened child. When he came back, and she saw what he was carrying, she cried out in despair.

"What kind of stupid cunt are you?" he asked with a smile, waving an enema bag in front of her face. "You can't resell this shit once you've used it. It's fucking gross."

"No, Jack!" Rachel whispered, her voice breaking with fear and weak ness. "You fucked me for so long with the vibrator! And those men really hurt me! Please, Jack, at least let me rest for awhile! You know you can have me anytime you want me! You know how weak I am! Please just let me rest for awhile!"

"Rest?" Jack smiled. Without warning he slammed his fist into the hollow pit of Rachel's stomach. "Rest, you fucking lazy slut? Your husband's out of town for a week, Mrs. Welch. The only rest you're going to get while he's gone is when you're flat on your back taking a cock up your smelly old cunt!"

Jack hit her four times at lightning speed, driving his fist into her huge tits and flat, tiny stomach. The punches to her stomach drove the wind out of her lungs and made dark spots dance in front of her eyes. The blows that flattened her big tits hurt her so bad that it made every muscle in her body go slack. Jack snorted with disgust as Rachel fell into a heap at the bottom of the tub. He planted his foot on the small of her back, pinning her there, and turned the water all the way to cold. Rachel screamed in pain as the freezing water splashed over her ass and back. Jack turned the tap back to hot and she screamed again.

Jack took his foot off Rachel's back and pulled her up onto her knees, and she held that position for him, even when he played the shower's spray right into the peeled-back lips of her battered pussy. Rachel cried like a baby, her sexy body shivering with pain, but she accepted her punishment.

He pulled her from the bathtub and made her kneel on the floor beside the toilet. Then he stuck the tube up her ass and gave her a three-quart enema. He took the dirty water from the toilet bowl. Rachel cried with shame as he filled up the bag and then began to empty it up her asshole. The thought of the dirty, filthy water flushing up inside her bowels made Rachel cry. Jack settled his foot against the back of Rachel's neck while he filled her bowels with toilet water, pressing her beautiful face against the cold bathroom tile.

Jack couldn't imagine anything sexier than what he was seeing now. The welts had faded on Rachel's back and ass to the point where they were still very visible but didn't detract from her beauty at all. Her creamy skin sparkled with the water from the shower and a glossy sheen of sweat. Her buxom body was arched like that of a stretching feline, her slender, bound arms stretched high above her head, her face and tits pressed to the floor, and her big, sexy ass waving high in the air. Her beautiful face looked even more alluring with his dirty boot pressed against it and a look of pain and fear creasing her perfect features.

"Lunchtime," Jack said happily as he forced the big enema on the beautiful, beaten housewife. "Drink up all your liquid refreshment like a good girl and I might even give you a little more protein."

Rachel flushed with shame. Her stomach was cramping as the cold toilet water filled her shitchute. There was an uncomfortable swelling feeling inside her. Her flat little tummy was pulling out a little under the heavy load of dirty water. Blasts of pain shot through her sultry body, making her squirm weakly under the firm boot Jack had planted against the back of her neck. Rachel shivered from the cold of the water that filled her. It felt as though her internal organs were being pushed aside by the rushing water. The enema hurt her terribly, and the chilling cold and the awful feeling of being filled too full, but there as also something pleasurable about the constant swirling of water up inside her. Rachel wiggled her lush ass from side to side, and her cunt began to squirm with excitement.

"You like it, don't you?" Jack asked with a laugh, crushing Rachel's face even harder against the floor. "You like getting your nasty asshole all washed out with water, don't you?"

Rachel couldn't bring herself to answer.

"Tell me!" Jack shouted, bringing his foot up to kick Rachel viciously in her stomach. The three quarts of filthy water gurgled and shifted inside her, the pain and shock almost knocking her unconscious. "Tell me that you're getting all hot and bothered!"

"Oh Jack," Rachel whispered. "You know it is. Anything you do. I'm so hot. Its killing me. Do something really nasty, Jack. Make me do matching really nasty."

"Lick my boot, Mrs. Welch," Jack said, rubbing the sole of the boot all over her face. "Shine my boots up and we'll take things from there."

"Ohhhhh, Jack!" Rachel cried. She nuzzled his filthy boot lovingly. "You treat me like such a whore!"

"You are a whore, Rachel," Jack said as he squeezed the last of the three-quart enema up her numbed, cramped asshole. "You're my whore. I'm going to make a lot of money off your sexy ass. Fuck, half the folks in this neighborhood have wanted to fuck you for as long as you've been here. Right now, you hold onto that enema until I say you can let it go. Understand, whore?"

"Yes, Jack," Rachel whimpered, dragging her full, sexy lips over the side of his boot. "Yes."

"Come on, Mrs. Welch," Jack said, using the belt that bound her wrists together to lead her out of the bathroom. "Let's go to your bedroom. It's time for you to show me just how good you are."

Rachel sniveled at the shame of following Jack out of the bathroom like an obedient dog. She shook with the pain of crawling with her bowels filled to bursting with the water from the toilet. The pain seemed to get worse with every move she made. She had to clamp her asshole tight to keep the water from gushing out, and already the muscles of her ass were shuddering from the strain of holding back the deluge.

Climbing up the stairs was the hardest part of all. Rachel slipped twice. Jack didn't even break stride to wait for her to regain her footing. He pulled her up the stairs like a bag of old laundry. When they reached her bedroom, he dropped down on the edge of the bed and placed one of his boots against Rachel's beautiful face.

"Lick them clean," he said. "It's been a long time since I got my boots shined, and I've never had them shined by a high-class slut half as sexy as you."

Rachel trembled with humiliation, but her cunt clutched and leaked at Jack's shameful words. His boots stank so badly that it was all Rachel could do to keep from vomiting. The pressure of the three quarts of toilet water in her asshole was so unbearable that she couldn't keep her ass from wiggling.

The boot tasted the same way it smelled, so foul and base that Rachel knew the stains weren't all mud. The sex slave housewife gagged at the first foul taste, but she kept her lips and tongue moving across the leather. As she slurped at Jack's boot, the tickling in her pussy became more and more demanding.

"You like that?" Jack asked, watching with keen excitement as Rachel licked the sole of his boot. Her pink tongue and full lips worked wetly against the filth that caked the leather. "That's good, Mrs. Welch. A slave-slut should enjoy pleasing her master. I'm real happy you find your work so fulfilling."

"I love it," Rachel said shyly, slithering her tongue and dragging her lips all over his boot. "I'm getting so hot. My dear, pretty boy. You've turned me into such a filthy slut."

Jack laughed at Rachel's babbling. He pushed his other boot into her face and Rachel attacked the filthy leather with a vengeance. Her belt bound hands were between her legs, pulling at her swollen pussy-lips. Fresh cunt-cream glistened on her fingers and inner thighs. Her big sexy ass rotated in wide, sensuous circles. Jack rubbed his dirty boot all over her beautiful face, dirtying her perfect features with dark streaks of filth. Jack rubbed his other boot all over Rachel's big, perfect tits. The housewife moaned with passion as he gently kicked her huge tits, as he dragged the pointed tips of his boots over her hard nipples. Then Jack kicked her creamy tits.

"Aggghhh!" Rachel screamed. Her control over her shitter failed for an instant, and a single stream of shit-colored water sprayed from her asshole. "Please don't! Please don't! Oh fuck, hurts so bad!"

Jack stuck his boots back in Rachel's face and leaned over to take her tits in his hands. He squeezed the big, soft mounds until the sultry housewife was blubbering like a baby. He smashed the big tits together like clapping hands and jerked them out until they looked like two long, fleshy tubes. He pinched her nipples so hard that his fingernails turned white and Rachel moaned in incoherent agony.

"Take my boots off," he said abruptly. "With your mouth."

Rachel whimpered, but she went at the task with desperate eagerness, pitifully anxious to please him. She caught the zipper tabs at the sides of his boots with the tip of her tongue. She pulled the zippers down with her teeth, then caught the boot flaps in her mouth and tugged them off. Her jaw ached by the time she succeeded in pulling the second boot down.

"Now the socks, Mrs. Welch," Jack said wearily, smearing his stinking feet all over Rachel's upturned face. "Fuck, I'd think a mature lady like you would have it together. Do I have to explain every fucking thing?"

Rachel whimpered with disgust as she caught the sweaty toes of Jack's left sock in her mouth and pulled it off. The sock stretched on his foot, then snapped into her face when it slipped free. Jack grabbed her by her chin and rubbed the sweaty sock all over her face before tossing it to the side. By the time Jack let her spit the second sock out of her mouth Rachel was burning with pleasure.

She licked and kissed Jack's feet without waiting to be told. She fucked three fingers from each of her bound hands deep inside her swampy cunt. A tiny orgasm tickled through her body and Rachel moaned with ecstasy. Even the burning agony of holding the enema inside her felt like another kind of pleasure.

Rachel slithered her wet, pink tongue between Jack's toes, licking away the filth and sweat which collected there. She sucked his toes between her lips one at a time, suckling them like tiny cocks, rolling her tongue over them. She ran her tongue like a paintbrush over the dirty soles of his feet, washing away every trace of filth.

Jack's feet smelled as though he hadn't washed them in months. Rachel washed them clean with her soft tongue and sweet lips, then dried them by wiping her face all over them. She pulled on her swollen cunt-lips and fucked six fingers into the clasping hole until cunt-slime poured down into her palms.

"Take my shirt off," Jack said suddenly. "With your mouth."

Rachel whined in frustration. She slithered up between Jack's legs, dragging her mammoth tits over his rock-hard cock. Jack giggled at the sight of her belly, which had been swollen into a plump little mound by the quarts of toilet water he had pumped up her ass. He laughed even louder when he got a good look at the brutal way Rachel was yanking on her cunt-lips and spearing her fingers up inside her body. It looked like she wanted to tear her pussy-lips off and stab herself to death with her fingers.

Rachel played her tongue over the buttons of Jack's shirt. Tears were running down her face, tears of pain from the strain of holding the enema and tears of sexual frustration. It seemed to take forever for her to slip the buttons open down the front of his shirt. Then she had to open the buttons on his shirt cuffs. Jack made her lick and suck his fingers before he let her open those. Rachel washed his hands with her tongue and lips until they were cleaner than they had been in months. After she teased the buttons open, she bit his collar and pulled his shirt down his arms.

"Lick your way down to my pants," Jack said cruelly, grabbing Rachel's big tits once more and smashing them flat against her trembling, sexy body. "You use that mouth so good, Rachel. Use it some more."

Rachel was shaking. Drops of toilet water were squeezing out of her asshole. Pussy-cream, mixed with the clotted remnants of the four loads of jism that had been pumped inside her, slithered down her wrists.

She dipped her lips to his shoulder and nibbled her way across his broad chest. His chest wasn't hairy at all. Rachel dragged her wet lips over his smooth skin, slipping her tongue out of her mouth to tease at his tiny nipples. She took each of the little spikes into her mouth and sucked them gently while Jack was grinding her nipples savagely between his powerful fingers. She licked her way across his ribcage and down his sides.

Jack made her nuzzle his hairy armpits, and Rachel gagged when he closed his muscular arm down over her head, trapping her face in the smelly cavity. She ran her tongue over the patches of sweaty hair under each arm. She kissed the cavity and sucked the hair gently into her mouth, tugging at it softly with her teeth. By the time Jack let her travel back down his sides, his armpits smelled fresh and Rachel felt as though she had tongue-washed a basket of jockstraps.

"Tell me about my body," Jack said as Rachel licked her way down his stomach. "Tell me how sexy I am. How my body is turning you on."

There was a fine line of hair up the center of his stomach, and Rachel was soaking it with her spit and then licking it dry. She was tearing at her cunt savagely with both hands, knifing her fingers deep inside while she stretched her pussylips. Her asshole was numb from the strain of holding back the toilet water and the muscles in her stomach were cramped so tightly that her belly was as hard as a rock.

"You're perfect," she whispered, her voice trembling. She reached the cup of Jack's navel and rimmed it with her tongue. "Your shoulders are so broad. Your chest is so big and hard. You've got the kinds of muscles that drive a girl mad. There's nothing that's ever turned me on as much as touching your sexy body. Look at me! My pussy's dripping over your beautiful body! My mouth is watering for your big, hard cock!"

Rachel attacked Jack's navel with gusto, clamping her lips around the rim and thrusting her tongue into the tiny hole. She cooped lint and sweat from the tiny hole, but instead of making her sick, the filth just turned her on more. She rolled it over on her tongue before swallowing it, then went back to kissing the tiny cup of Jack's navel.

"I'm the luckiest slut in the whole world!" she cried, tears of joy running down her face as another climax rattled her straining, lusting body. "You've got the biggest, sweetest cock in the world! I'll never have a man as sexy as you again!"

The lust-maddened beauty pulled desperately with her teeth at Jack's belt. When it swung free, she went to work on the catch at the top of his jeans. She whined and grunted like a rooting pig as she worked the catch free, then grabbed the zipper between her front teeth and jerked it down. It took her several more minutes to work the tight jeans down Jack's hips. She bit the waistband of his tight jockey shorts, but Jack slapped her face away before she could yank them down.

"Lick me through my shorts," he said. "Wash my underwear real good, Mrs. Welch. Then I might even let you shoot that water out of your filthy little ass."

Rachel sobbed with fatigue and frustration, ripping at her cunt as though she wanted to tear it from her body. She rubbed her beautiful face all over the front of Jack's filthy shorts, licking and smooching at the outline of his hardened cock.

Rachel washed Jack's shorts with her spit. She lapped like a thirsty dog at his fat cock and bulging balls. She worked her lips over his cock and balls. Soon Jack's slick fuck lube was staining the front of his shorts. Rachel sucked it out through the crusty cotton, then slurped at his cock and balls some more.

Jack lifted his legs and presented Rachel with his ass. The gorgeous housewife flushed with shame and gasped with sorrow when she realized what it was he wanted her to do.

Rachel kissed first one of his asscheeks and then the other. Her kisses were long and soft and wet. Her tongue slithered out between her lips to lick Jack's ass through the soiled cotton of his briefs. He spread his asscheeks wide and with a despairing cry Rachel nuzzled her way into his asscrack.

There was a skid mark down the back of Jack's shorts. The taste of stale shit made Rachel gag until her sexy body shook and another quick squirt of filthy water spurted from her asshole. She soaked the material with her spit, hoping to wash the taste away. She came again, her orgasm so powerful that it made her head swim. Her tits were tingling and swollen, her clit stiff. Pussy-cream washed down over her hands in swift, sticky waves. The depravity of having to lick Jack's asscrack through his filthy underwear was driving Rachel out of her mind with shame and excitement.

Then Jack pulled down his shorts.

Rachel's first taste of Jack's asscrack made her head spin. She came again, her mouth filled with the taste of sweat and shit, her nose filled with the smell of the boy's asshole. She wanted to pull back, but she knew that the punishment for that would be terrible. Instead she kissed and licked her way down both sweaty, hairy asscheeks. Filth and sweat smeared all over her lovely face, but the disgust and humiliation that caused only turned Rachel on more.

"Come on, Mrs. Welch," he said, "you're missing the point."

Rachel knew what he meant when he started giggling. Slowly, as if she was being pulled there against her will, she pushed her face deeper between Jack's asscheeks. She wedged her face tighter and tighter into his asscrack, letting Jack's heavy, hairy balls drape over her forehead. Finally, she clamped her mouth over the winking brown bud of his asshole.

"That's it!" Jack shouted. "Give my asshole a French kiss, you sleazy old cunt! Stick your slutty tongue up my ass and pull out some goodies! Since you're a piece-of-shit whore, you might as well get a taste of the real thing!"

Rachel came again, even as she fought to keep from throwing up. She gave Jack's asshole the longest, wettest kiss she had ever given anything. The taste was so bitter and foul that it almost made her pass out, but she swished her tongue around inside the shitty tunnel until she had licked it clean.

Then Jack jerked her back and banged his cock against her beautiful, shit-streaked face. Rachel's mouth filled with so much spit at the sight of his huge, dripping prick that she drooled all over herself. She climaxed again at the sight of his rock-hard cock.

"Now I'll make you a deal," Jack said, wiping his dripping cock all over Rachel's face. "I'll bet your tummy's hurting real bad, isn't it, Mrs. Welch? I'll bet your little asshole feels like it's going to explode. And you want to get fucked worse than just about anything in the world, don't you? Well the deal's this. You get me off three times with that sweet mouth and those big fat tits and all your dreams will come true. I guess you better start sucking."

Rachel cried in hopeless sorrow at the thought of the impossible task he'd set for her. But she kissed the red, dripping head of his cock.