Widow in bondage

CHAPTER ONE

Strong hands grabbed hold of Karen Anderson's arms the moment she stepped into her dead husband's office. She started to scream, but another hand closed tightly around her long, slender throat and cut off the cry. She struggled for a moment, but the pain in her arms and lack of oxygen soon quieted her. In the darkness she couldn't even see her attackers. Her husband's plant had always had top-notch security, how had someone managed to get inside and all the way into his office?

The lights came on, and now Karen wanted to scream even more. Standing in front of her was her husband's partner, Mark Drey!

Twisting her head around she saw that the man holding her from behind was the plant foreman, Wayne Waldheim. Just an hour before, as her first act as new head of her husband's company, she had presented Mark with a forced buy-out plan that would drive him from the company, and she had given Wayne his walking papers. She'd never liked either one of them.

"Let me go this instant!" Karen hissed between clenched teeth. Mark's hand around her throat was still blocking off most of her air, and she felt a little faint. "You two must be crazy as well as crooked and incompetent. I'll have you in prison for this!"

"You're a beautiful woman, Karen," Mark said mildly. He was a giant of a man with a full black beard and steely eyes. He owned parts of a hundred different companies. "Much better than your limp-pricked husband ever deserved. But you're a bitch, and you made a mistake when you fucked with me. Now I'm going to have to humble you!"

"What he means," Wayne drawled laconically from behind her, "is fuck your hot little ass into the dirt!"

Karen began to struggle again, her eyes widening and her heart hammering in her chest. They couldn't mean that. Trying to scare her into backing down was one thing, even breaking into her new office and trying to force her to listen to them. But rape? She couldn't believe that a man as powerful as Mark Drey would do something so stupid.

But she could see the lust in Mark's eyes and she knew they were serious. She'd seen this look before, from boys she wouldn't date in school, from men who came to see her dance before her marriage, from the men who worked for her husband.

It was a mix of lust and hatred, and though she'd always loved getting that look before, now she dreaded it, because unlike all the others, Mark could act on what he felt.

Mark smiled when he saw the dawning terror in Karen's eyes. He stepped back, surveying her openly, inspecting her body. She was an exquisitely beautiful woman.

She was tall, with a dancer's long, muscled legs and tight, taut ass. Her waist was narrow, her stomach cupping in beneath the cut of her ribs. Her tits, though not too large, thrust high and firm on her chest. She was sleek and tanned, made for sex, and Mark was going to put her to use.

Even her face was perfect. High cheekbones, full lips, blonde hair struck through with darker highlights. Her eyes were wide and brown, her nose long and straight.

Mark wanted to see her full lips straining around his cock. He wanted to see her perfect features dripping with his cum.

She wore pearls, a fluffy, pale-pink sweater, stylish pants in the same color, white three-inch heels. Mark took hold of the collar of her sweater with both hands and yanked down as hard as he could, ripping the front to shreds.

"No," Karen whimpered. They were actually going to fuck her. She could see it in their eyes. "Stop it! Stop it now and I won't tell anyone!"

"Look at those tits," Mark sighed, ignoring her, and he grabbed one in each hand.

Karen almost never wore a bra. Now she wished she did as Mark abused her lush tits, squeezing them until her flesh bulged out between his fingers. Wayne was grinding against her from behind, and she could feel the hard length of his cock rubbing her ass through the thin protection of her pants. She was surrounded by male flesh. She wished she were dead.

Mark dropped one hand from her tits and began to lick and bite at one nipple while he pinched the other. Karen forced herself to remain silent, not wanting to give the two monsters the benefit of hearing her cry.

She almost whimpered, though, when she realized that Mark's hand had left her tit to travel down to the waistband of her pants.

"We're going to fuck you good, pretty lady," Wayne hissed into her ear. "We're going to fuck every hole you've got! And you're going to love it!"

"No!" Karen moaned, though whether she was answering Wayne or reacting to Mark unfastening her pants she wasn't sure. "I'll let you keep your part of the company, Mark. I won't fire you, Wayne. Please stop, though! Please just stop!"

"Too late for that," Mark replied, stripping her pants down her legs until they lay puddled around her ankles. "You fucked up when you pulled your stunt this morning. If it makes you feel any better though, I'd decided to train your hot little ass as soon as I heard your husband died!"

Karen had to fight back her tears. Now she was standing almost nude between the two men, her sexy tits revealed through the tatters of her sweater and only a pair of transparent pink panties hiding her creamy ass and pink cunt from their eyes. Wayne began to nibble and lick his way over one ear and the side of her neck, and Mark bit down so hard on her nipple that she thought he'd bitten it off. She realized now that there was nothing she could do to keep these two men from using her body any they liked.

"Look at that cunt," Mark said, and his hand slipped back and forth over the spot where Karen's thin panties protected her pussy-lips.

"You should be looking at this ass," Wayne replied, hunching against her silky, panty-covered ass while he slobbered and bit at Karen's cheek and jaw.

"Don't worry, I will." Mark whipped off his belt and Karen cringed back in fear until he grabbed her wrists and used the belt to tie them together. "Let's get this bitch in an easier spot to fuck!"

Mark jerked Karen along using the belt as a leash. When he'd walked her to her husband's old desk, he circled around to the other side and then yanked on the belt as hard as he could. Karen tried to resist being flung against the desk, but Wayne kicked her feet out from under her and she went flying forward.

She moaned in pain as her elbows and tits and hips banged against the hard wood. Wayne snickered and Mark smiled as he tied the other end of his belt to the casement of the window, pulling Karen's arms painfully while Wayne held her hips to keep her in place.

"We need to tie her legs or she'll slide over the desk," Wayne said with something like disinterest. His cock was still in his pants but he was humping Karen's ass steadily. "I want her legs spread out good!"

"Don't worry," Mark answered. "If I know Karen's late, lamented hubby…" he pulled open the top desk drawer, "… ah yes. Ties. Will it make you feel better to be staked out with your husband's ties, Karen?"

"You bastard!" Karen hissed, tears in her eyes as Wayne tied first one ankle and then the other to the front legs of the desk. He pulled her pants off to spread her legs but left her shoes on. "You aren't half the man my husband was!"

"I think you're wrong, there, bitch!" Mark unzipped his pants while Wayne chuckled. "I think you're very wrong there."

Karen screamed for the first time when she saw Mark pull his cock from his pants. Her mind refused to accept what her eyes were seeing. She'd seen porno movies when she was younger, with the big studs who acted in them. Her own husband had been no slouch and she'd thought his seven inches was just about right.

What Mark pulled out didn't even look like it belonged on a human being. It was over a foot long and it was as thick as the fat end of a baseball bat. Its head was bigger than a baseball and colored bright red, and angrily throbbing blue veins coursed up and down its length.

And it was growing quickly, menacingly erect.

"No!" Karen screamed. "You're not putting that in me! You're not touching me with that! No, no, no, no!"

"Oh shut up, Karen," Mark sighed. It was as though he'd expected her reaction and found it tiresome to have to play it through. "I'll let you warm up with Wayne first. For now just suck my cock."

"How long's it been since that sick old fuck of a husband managed to get it up?" Wayne pulled the tiny band of her panties away from her cunt and stared at her pussy. "I bet you're really dying for a hard fuck."

"Or two," Mark added, his monster cock pointing toward her face.

"Or ten," Wayne finished, unzipping his pants and pulling out a cock that topped ten inches itself.

Karen grunted at the unexpected intrusion of Wayne's cock as he plowed it into her dry, tight cunt. No foreplay, no thought to getting her ready, she realized now that they were going to be brutal and unmerciful in the way they used her body.

Wayne's cock felt like sandpaper as it rasped over her dry cunt-walls, and he plunged into her fully on his very first thrust. Karen's hips banged painfully against the desk and she just hoped that he'd cum quickly and finish with her.

Mark stepped closer to her and held his cock up above her face. His balls were huge too, bigger than eggs, and as he stepped closer, Karen was overcome with the base smell of his crotch. Mark could see the fear and disgust on her face and he smiled. He slapped his huge cock across her cheek.

"Suck!" When she shook her head, he raised his cock up and hit her with it again.

Karen still shook her head, her cheek smarting from the sharp blows he was giving her with his cock. She grunted with each plunge of Wayne's cock into her unwilling cunt, the air driven from her lungs by the brutal force of his thrusting. Her cunt already felt like raw hamburger from the reaming Wayne was giving her. She almost wished that her cunt would start to juice up, if only to save her from serious injury.

Mark bashed her with his cock again, this time across the bridge of her nose. Karen felt sick at being beaten with a man's cock, but she wasn't going to give in. She couldn't keep them from fucking her cunt if they wanted, but at least she could keep her mouth shut to them. Mark's next blow hit her squarely across her lips, almost knocking her mouth open. She wondered if it was possible to be beaten to death with a prick.

"Suck!" Mark's voice was calm, commanding. His tone told Karen that he knew that sooner or later she was going to obey him. It made her want to resist even more.

His cock was leaking pre-cum now, and Mark stopped her prick-whipping to rub the slimy juices over her face. He painted her cheeks with his fuck-lube, then rubbed his cock all over her nose so that all Karen could smell was the scent of male excitement. He even rubbed the fat head of his cock into her eyes so that Karen couldn't open them without being stung by the salty liquid. And he leaked so much, more than her husband ever had, more than any of the few men she'd ever allowed to touch her body.

"I don't know if her husband ever fucked her," Wayne growled, driving into her with all the strength his powerful body could muster. "She's tight as a little girl, and a dead-fish fuck to boot. I guess you'll take care of the tight part, anyway."

"Move your ass for Wayne!" Mark ordered, painting Karen's lips with his greasy pre-cum. "And open your mouth, Karen, before I get impatient."

"Fuck, I can get her to move her ass," Wayne said with a laugh. Karen felt sick with horror at the thought of what Wayne had in mind. "You ready, you dead cunt? A little pain might do you good!"

Wayne dropped his hands from around Karen's hips and began to pinch the tanned, flawless skin of her ass. She groaned in pain as his fingernails tore into her satiny skin, bucking wildly to avoid the ripping pain. He caught tiny pieces of her flesh between his fingernails and then sliced into it, burning agony through her lithe body. She squirmed helplessly from the sudden, intense agony.

"Oh yeah!" Wayne shouted, fucking her harder now, riding her like a rodeo horse. "I'm warming her cunt up now. She's fucking almost like she knows what she's doing."

Karen twisted desperately, trying to escape Wayne's punishing fingers or give him enough pleasure that he would stop pinching. She opened her mouth wide for Mark, sick at giving in to them but knowing that she was helpless. If the pinching was the first thing they thought of to bend her to their will, she didn't want to think about what they'd do if she drove them further.

Wayne stopped pinching her when he saw her open her mouth for Mark, but he pulled his belt off and doubled it in his hands. As Mark began to push the monstrous head of his prick against the tightly stretched ring of Karen's mouth, Wayne began to beat her with the belt.

Karen screamed again, her mouth going wider, and Mark managed to drive the tip of the head of his cock into her mouth. She writhed and twisted wildly on the desk, unable to understand why they were still punishing her now that she was going along with them, unable even to plead with them now that Mark had wedged her mouth wide open with the tip of his cock.

Mark bludgeoned forward, grinning at the way Karen's lips were stretched like a rubber band around the huge girth of his cock. His cock was really too big around to go into the helpless widow's mouth, but he forced it in anyway, thinking about the way Karen had teased her husband's employees, about the way she'd treated him like an errand boy. Now she was choking on his cock and taking a beating and a fucking at once. And he was just starting the process of paying the bitch back.

Wayne beat Karen with a brutal abandon. He laid the doubled leather strap of his belt first against her ass and then across the tanned, muscled curve of her back. She bucked and jiggled under his attack, screwing herself against his fucking cock in a frenzy. And she was getting juicy, too. Wayne beat her harder, his own excitement growing as her cunt worked frantically on his big prick.

Mark forced more of his cock into Karen's mouth, and the world started to go fuzzy for her. He had only two inches of his cock lodged in her mouth, not even all of the ghastly head, and already she felt as though her jaws had been sprung.

Her back and ass were burning with the beating that Wayne was giving her and her cunt felt as though it had been fucked with a club instead of a cock.

She cold feel her cunt clasping on Wayne's cock and slicking, but that was more out of self defense than excitement. Her whole body was acting in defense against the brutal sexual attack the two men were dealing her.

Mark's clear, sticky pre-cum was leaking steadily into her mouth now, and her mouth was filling with saliva as well. The saliva and fuck-lube were coursing back out of her mouth, staining Mark's cock and Karen's pretty face. She couldn't open her mouth any farther, but Mark's cock was lodging it farther open as he drove relentlessly forward. When the fist-sized head of his cock hit the back of Karen's mouth, she opened her eyes and almost fainted when she saw that a foot of wrist thick cock still extended out of her mouth.

"Ready to deep-throat me, Karen?" Mark asked mockingly. "Wait until I put this up your ass!"

Karen's mind was whirling away from her now. There was too much going on. She couldn't breathe at all as Mark's cock clogged her throat. Wayne was slowly beating her unconscious, and for some reason her cunt was burning hotly as Wayne drove his prick into her.

She realized dimly that it had been months since her husband had fucked her, and though she'd never liked men much, she and her husband had enjoyed themselves sexually before his illness. She couldn't be getting hot, though, not while being fucked like this!

"Fuck me, bitch!" Wayne shouted, watching Karen's tanned, taut ass shimmy as he drove his cock into her and laid the belt across her shoulders. "Suck up my cum you high-class twat!"

Karen moaned incoherently deep in her throat. Her cunt was clamping on Wayne's cock like a clenching fist. Her juices were leaking out of her pussy and wetting the golden hair of her cunt and the powerful stock of Wayne's prick. Her whole body was on fire, from the fucking, from the beating, from the cock that was smothering her. The muscles in her arms and legs stood out like steel cords as she strained against the bonds that held them.

Mark drove his cock in harder, plugging her throat, flattening her tonsils as he shoved inch after inch of his gigantic prick past the stretched ring of her lips. Saliva and pre-cum bubbled past the tight ring, leaving smears on her cheeks and chin. There was a constant drip of fuck-juice down her throat now, too. This was the first cock other than her husband's that Karen had ever sucked, and now she was drinking his pre-cum. She knew that soon she'd get more to drink than that.

She tried to apply suction to Mark's cock as he drove it into her. She tried to do anything that would get him to stop driving his cock down her throat and let her breathe. There wasn't much she could do, though, with her jaws levered unnaturally far apart and her tongue smashed flat to the bottom of her mouth. She could use her cunt on Wayne's cock, though, and she fucked back against him with animal lust now, her mind confused about whether she was just trying to end his brutal fucking and beating of her or if she were truly excited.

Suddenly Mark pulled back, his cock sliding slowly out of Karen's throat and back through her mouth, its leaving almost as painful as its entrance. Finally even the fat, red head popped free and Mark laid his cock on Karen's cheek. It was slick with her saliva and leaked a steady stream of pre-cum on her face, but Karen was grateful that Mark had taken it out of her mouth.

She tried to close her mouth again and couldn't quite seem to do it, and her throat felt raw. She prayed that Mark wouldn't stick it down her throat again.

"Karen, suck and lick my cock! Kiss it and suck it and lick it until I shoot and I won't make you swallow it all again!" Mark grinned, seeing that the slickness of her saliva only reached about halfway back his giant shaft. "And you only swallowed half of it that time."

Tied on her stomach and with her hands bound far above her head, it was almost impossible for Karen to do what Mark asked, but she stuck her tongue out of her mouth and twisted her neck until it burned with pain to lick and kiss his cock. His cock shifted lazily across her face and Mark made no move to help her as she tried to balance it on her cheek while she kissed and licked it. Wayne laughed at her desperate eagerness to please Mark and slapped her creamy sides with his belt. He fucked her even harder, the jolts of his body driving her against the desk, making her task even harder.

Karen smooched and gnawed the underside of Mark's massive cock, running her tongue along first one pulsing vein and then another as she moved her head up and down the foot-and-a-half-long cock. She dribbled saliva on it and then licked it off and flapped her tongue along every inch of its ghastly length.

Taking a chance, she caught the very tip of the head between her lips and held it there while she teased her tongue over the head. She even stuck her tongue in his piss-hole, and he rewarded her with a burst of fuck-juice that overflowed her mouth and dripped in lines down her face.

Every inch of Karen's back was burning red with the beating that Wayne had given her. She arched her back against his blows and drove her clutching cunt back against his cock. Wayne fucked into her pussy while he raised the belt above his head and pulled back for another thrust while he brought the belt crashing down.

"Here, Karen, I guess I'll just have to help you." Mark sounded disgusted and Karen felt a flush of shame at his disapproval that made her wonder if she were losing her mind. He reached up and loosened the belt long enough to pull one of her hands free, then tightened it on the other. "Now you'd better finish me off or I'm going to introduce your throat to the other half of my cock."

Karen grabbed hold of his monster prick immediately. Her hand didn't even reach halfway around it, but she jacked his cock determinedly and held it close to her mouth so that she could kiss and lick its head. She worked on it as though she were in a frenzy, her hand a blur as she jacked it up and down the monster, her tongue lashing and her lips smooching as though there was nothing in the world she cared for as much as the gargantuan cock that hovered above her.

"Oh Karen, yes!" Mark hissed, and his hips began to buck for the first time. His pre-cum dripped in lewd strands from Karen's lush lips and his cock jerked so powerfully that it almost escaped her manic grip. "I think I'm going to have fun training you. I think you're going to be a perfect little slave."

Karen refused to believe what was happening. She was lashed over her dead husband's desk, being fucked and beaten by his plant foreman while she jacked and sucked off the freakish cock of his crazy partner.

And she was cumming. Somehow, in some perverse, insane way, this was making her cum. She writhed insanely against Wayne's brutalizing cock, her cunt dripping juice, her body on fire.

"Tell us you love it!" Mark ordered.

"I love it," Karen muttered against the steady spritzing of Mark's pre-cum in her face.

"Tell us what you love!" Mark ordered, his hand digging beneath her to crush one of her tits.

"I love you fucking me! I love your giant cock!" Karen's hips were doing a dance above the table now, her ankles were bleeding from the strain she was putting on the bonds that held them.

"Ask me for my cum!" Mark ordered. Wayne was tearing into Karen's quivering ass-cheeks with the belt now, forcing her into even more frenzied thrashings against him.

"Please give me your cum. I want to suck it, I want to drink it. Please!" Karen's arm ached but she jerked harder yet, and her lips smooched desperately at the blood-red cock-head, her tongue licking circles around it.

"All right, Karen. Anything you ask!"

Mark began to cum. The first shot of his sperm hit Karen in her right eye and splattered over her face. It sealed her right eye shut.

The second shot flew straight into her mouth, too much for her to swallow all of it. She choked and cum stained her tongue silver, bubbled past her lips and traced a river over her cheeks.

The third blast drew a line from her right ear to the corner of her mouth, the fourth added a streak of silver to her hair. The fifth joined the second in her mouth and Karen was swallowing cum, choking on cum and drooling cum all over herself.

Wayne began to cum, too, his cock firing line after line of burning cum into Karen's battered, clutching cunt. She squealed as she came, her cunt gushing with her own fluids as Wayne filled it with his.

Her blonde cunt-mound was stained silver and her tanned thighs were painted with cum. Their twined juices poured from her spasming cunt onto the desk top and streamed down over its edge.

And Wayne continued to beat her, his blows now coming down in rhythm with the pulses of his jism in her sodden cunt.

Mark fired burst after burst of gooey white stuff against Karen's face. Her hand never faltered in its jerking up and down on his prick, though, and she kept her mouth open, her tongue wagging, as he buried her face in slime. He stepped closer and she rubbed his still-leaking cock over the trails of jism he'd spurted on her, rubbing the cum into her face until she wore a solid mask of silver.

Finally it ended. Karen's orgasm faded, her hand slipped from around Mark's still-hard cock. He took some of her shining blonde hair in his hand and wiped his cock clean in it. Wayne pulled out too and rubbed his cock against the reddened, silky flesh of Karen's ass-cheeks. Karen slumped weakly against the desk, horror filling her mind as her orgasm faded.

"Welcome to the company," Mark said, amused at the way her cum-stained face flushed red. "I think we've found the perfect position for you."

Wayne laughed wildly and Karen thought she would die from shame. And then Wayne said the words that made her heart freeze in terror.

"Where do we fuck her next?"