Young housewife in hell

CHAPTER TWO

Lisa was too shocked to struggle as Larry pulled her sexy, naked body from the bed and dragged her across the lushly carpeted floor of the bedroom. The biting steel of the wrist shackles cut painfully into her tender flesh as he pulled her along the floor. By the time Larry opened the door to the guest bedroom and pulled her inside, Lisa was crying and trembling from the biting agony. She cried out in fear as well as pain when she saw the inside of the guest bedroom for the first time.

Larry's closet had been a maze of whips and chains and leather outfits. The guest bedroom looked like something out of a medieval torture chamber. There was a rack, an iron maiden and other devices of torture the terrified young woman couldn't recognize. There were also vices and sharpened pins and pinchers and razors.

"This isn't funny, Larry!" Lisa cried painfully, her voice shaking. "You're not scaring me – you're just making me mad."

"I'm making you hot," Larry answered simply, dropping his young wife onto the floor, then grabbing her by her ankles before she could move a muscle. "We've done things your way from the start. Now it's time to do things my way for a while."

Larry jerked Lisa's legs into the air, and the girl yelped and squirmed as her body arched up off the floor. The floor in the guest room was hard cement, not soft carpet, and the cold stone scratched and bruised her back. When she felt the clamp of steel cuffs around her ankles, she screeched with fear.

"No, Larry!" She stared up at her handsome husband with a pleading expression. "Please stop. You don't need to wear a rubber. You can fuck me any way you want to. But stop this. Honey, you don't want to be late for the party."

"I'm having my fucking party right now," Larry growled back, locking the cuffs tightly around his beautiful wife's ankles. "Now you shut your fucking mouth, or after I'm finished with you I'm going to toss your cock-teasing carcass out the fucking back door into the garbage. Then you can see how much fancy shit you can tease out of the fucking trash men."

Lisa shivered with fear. She clamped her mouth tightly shut, her pouting lips trembling with the wash of emotions she was feeling.

"Oh shit!" she cried out just a moment later, the wail caused by the sudden pain that tore into her ankles and shot up her long, shapely legs. "Larry, this hurts so bad! Honey, you don't know what you're doing to me!"

"I know exactly what I'm doing," Larry replied, in a voice that chilled Lisa's heart. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm going to make you forget all about your little ankles."

Lisa's teeth chattered and her silky skin rose in goose flesh at the threat in her husband's words. Her fear didn't stop the pain that was flowering through her squirming lower body.

Larry had stepped back from her, and he was turning a crank that was set into the wall by the bathroom door. With every turn of the crank, Lisa's feet were pulled higher into the air.

The metal cuffs cut deeply into her tanned, tender skin. After three turns of the crank, only Lisa's shoulders and head rested on the floor, and the rest of her weight was hanging on her sleek, golden legs. Another two turns and she left the ground entirely, her silky blonde hair trailing over the concrete floor and her tits dangling toward her face.

Lisa squirmed and twisted desperately, but that only made the metal cuffs cut even more deeply into her ankles. Her tits ached horribly from hanging upside down and she clasped her shackled hands over them to relieve the pain. A moment later another idea struck her, and she released her tits to brace her hands against the floor. Three more turns of the crank, though, and she was too far above the floor for her arms to reach.

"Oh, Larry! Oh, please!" Lisa couldn't believe what was happening. It was as though she had been plunged into some dreadful nightmare. "I can't stand this! It hurts so bad!"

"You're not hurting yet," Larry said.

He dropped one of the whips he had collected from his bedroom closet. The one he still held resembled an old-fashioned broom, its end punctuated by a couple dozen long, stiff stalks of wood. He walked toward Lisa with it, and the girl quivered in terror. She had never been spanked before, not even as a child. She had never been able to stand even the slightest pain.

"You're about to find out what hurting is all about," Larry promised, slashing the strange whip through the air. The long bristles made a whistling sound. "I'm going to turn that perfect little ass so red that you'll think somebody fucking painted it that way."

Lisa cringed, wanting to plead for mercy but knowing that Larry would grant her none. Instead she waited, her svelte body tensed until her muscles stood out like steel cords under her velvety skin. She swayed slightly back and forth at the end of her chains, and she felt a flash of hatred at how helpless Larry had made her.

"Nooooooooo!" Lisa's eyes widened with shock at the first cruel lash of the whip. "Larry, please, please, no!"

The young blonde had never felt anything the equal of the agony that flared through her body at the first slash of the whip against her tender ass cheeks. Each of the long bristles struck her sensitive flesh a different blow. Each one left a long, red stripe against her silky bronzed ass cheeks. It was as though she had been hit twenty-five times, not just once. Each of the blows felt more like knife slashes that had laid her sexy little ass wide open.

"There's nothing as sexy as a tanned ass getting whipped red," Larry whispered, drawing back the whip for another lash. "I'm hard as a rock already, you sexy little prick-tease. I feel like I'm twenty years old."

"Fuck me, Larry!" Lisa pleaded desperately, her lithe young body twisting and bucking at the end of her leashes of steel. "Fuck me any way you want, honey. I love your cock so much. You can even fuck my mouth if you want to."

Lisa's pleas were cut off sharply when Larry lashed the whip back across her perfect ass cheeks. Her words ended in an inarticulate scream, and a long trail of drool slipped from the corner of her sexy mouth. Larry aimed his third blow across the even more tender flesh of Lisa's upper thighs. The fourth lash of the whip caught the struggling beauty across the small of her back. By the time Larry laid his fifth blow against Lisa's flat stomach, she was going, out of her mind with agony.

"Take it, you sexy little ball-buster!" Larry hissed, slashing the whip all over Lisa's naked body. "Take your whipping like the bad little bitch you are!"

The whip fell everywhere, the bristles scoring the most intimate and tender places on Lisa's body. Her perfectly rounded ass cheeks burned a fiery red. Her long, lean legs were striped in angry crimson. Her trembling belly was branded with the reddened welts of the whips caress. Her long, flawless back was scored with hundreds of the tiny red lines of pain. Even her slender arms and full tits had not been entirely spared of the savage flogging. Finally, Larry laid three quick lashes of the whip across the soles of her chained feet, and the pain-maddened girl thought she was going to lose her mind.

Larry whipped the sexy little blonde until his arm ached with fatigue, unable to believe how enticing she looked with her creamy bronze skin striped in angry scarlet. Her lean, limber body jerked and twisted, squirming in a sinuous display of agony. Sweat glistened in sparkling beads on her silky, tanned skin.

Watching his beautiful blonde wife in chains, writhing and thrashing in agony, was driving Larry to the brink of another orgasm. His cock bobbed out almost a foot in front of him, hard as steel and stiff as a flagpole.

"Stop." Lisa quavered weakly, her beautiful face soaked with tears. "Larry… please don't hurt me anymore… I'll do anything you want me to… I promise."

Larry grinned and again slashed the whip across his begging wife's ass. The force of the blow made her sexy, shapely body swing like a pendulum at the end of the chains. Larry hit her again and again, as hard as he could, batting her purposefully in one direction so that he could see how far she would swing. He didn't stop until Lisa was swinging up over his head her squirming body almost horizontal with the cement floor.

Spit trailed over the pretty housewife's lips. Her eyes glazed with the intensity of the torture her husband was subjecting her to. Her ass felt swollen and numb, yet terrible bursts of prickling agony bored through her with every slap of the whip against her reddened ass cheeks.

Her ankles felt as though they were cut to the bone and the muscles in her legs felt torn to shreds by the weight of her wildly swinging body. The sudden fear that Larry was going to flay her alive bit through to the tortured blonde's pain fogged mind. She wondered if death might be a welcome release from the agony she was enduring now.

"Let's do something else," Larry said suddenly, tossing the whip aside. He picked up the second whip, a small riding crop, and then retrieved another item Lisa didn't recognize. "Are you tired of that game, you sexy little bitch? Do you want to play something else now?"

"Anything," Lisa agreed, nodding her head in a pitiful attempt to please her sadistic husband. "Just stop whipping me, honey. You can do anything else to me you want. Anything."

"That's a dangerous thing to say, Lisa," Larry rasped, stepping in close to her and stopping her swinging by letting her body bounce off his hard chest. "But then you always thought you knew a fucking lot more than you really did just remember, you asked for it."

"Noooo!" Lisa screamed when Larry used the second thing he had picked up off the floor and stuck into the virgin hole of her ass, "Larry! Oh, please! Oh. Honey, I've never had anything back there. Baby, please, you know that I've never taken anything up my butt."

"Now you have," Larry said as he plunged the device up her ass.

Lisa doubled over at the first terrible intrusion, doing an impossible sit-up that brought her pretty face up between her legs. She caught a quick glimpse of what Larry was impaling her on before a cramp twisted through her stomach and she fell back down in a fit of agony. One look was all she ever wanted of the cruel spike of gold-colored metal Larry was stabbing inside her ass. The device was shaped like a funnel, so small a tip that it was almost needle sharp, so wide at its base that Larry had to hold onto it with both hands. The weight of the funnel as it rested on her wet, silky ass cheeks was enough to tell the terrified young housewife that there was something heavy inside, and she also caught a quick glimpse of something that looked like toothpaste oozing out over the wide rim.

"Please don't!" she cried, not even sure what she was begging her husband not to do. "Please, Larry. Fuck me. Let me make you feel good. Don't hurt me anymore."

Larry smiled down at her menacingly. He stepped around in front of her, not releasing his hold on the funnel that was piercing her shitter. Lisa noticed for the first time when he stepped around in front of her that her face was at exactly the same level as his stiff, dripping cock. The slimy head of his swollen prick almost brushed her cheek as he stood in front of her, and Lisa turned her pretty face away in disgust.

"Still a cock-tease," Larry said sadly, seeing the look of revulsion that twisted his blonde wife's beautiful features. "That's too bad, Lisa. I really had hoped this wouldn't be necessary."

He grabbed the wide base of the funnel and pulled it down into Lisa's straining asshole. And the sleek blonde beauty's world exploded into a hellish nightmare of rending agony.

Only the first inch of the point had been shoved into Lisa's virgin asshole before. Now four inches, five inches, six inches of widening metal was buffing its way inside her painfully straining shit chute. Lisa screamed in agony as the tight rings of muscles in her asshole tore loose under the relentless advance of the funnel.

Larry pulled down on the funnel as hard as he could, burying one inch after another into the overloaded bud of his sexy wife's virgin asshole.

Her ass cheeks spread wider yet, the muscular ass globes pushed so far apart by the broad base of the funnel that it seemed that they would burst apart at any second. The well-toned muscles in her silky ass cheeks flexed in maddened contractions around the unnatural intrusion of the funnel, but it was a hopeless battle. Already her muscles were burning with exhaustion, and it was getting harder with each passing second for the pain-racked young beauty to make her ass cheeks work together.

This was worse than the beating, Lisa thought dimly. At least, while Larry was whipping her she could thrash around in an effort to avoid some of the agony. There was no hope of escape from what Larry was doing to her now. He was leaning every bit of his strength down onto the steel funnel, forcing it relentlessly into her ass. He could keep pushing it inside her until it was buried completely up her asshole, or until her sleek little body burst from the unbearable pressure of the intrusion.

Lisa plunged her face against the oozing, swollen head of her husband's cock. The only thought her pain-clouded mind could grasp was that Larry might stop the killing torture if she sucked the jism out of his cock.

Larry laughed at the blonde's frantic efforts to get her mouth on his cock. He jerked his hips back and forth and from side to side, teasing his sexy wife with his drooling cock. Lisa lunged her face forward time after time, her pouting lips parted and her saucy features reddened with pain and effort. Larry jerked his cock away from her lips, banged it instead over her silky cheeks and trembling chin.

Lisa howled like a wild animal, the mix of pain and frustration she was feeling robbing her of coherent thought. Her ass cheeks felt as though they no longer connected at any point. Her tortured virgin shitter seemed to have been shredded completely, and there was a wetness inside her that she knew was blood.

Still, Larry forced the huge funnel inside her, spreading her ass impossibly wide, goring her shitter with barbarous glee.

"Stick your tongue out and lick my cock," Larry ordered, marveling at how much of the funnel her virgin shitter had accommodated. "Come on, ball-buster, you can reach it. Just try a little bit harder."

Tears of anguish trickled over Lisa's forehead as she arched her back and strained her neck to try to reach the tip of her husband's long, hard cock. He inched away every time her lips drew close, tormenting her by snatching one near success after another out of her reach.

"You're an athletic little bitch, Lisa dear," Larry said, straining to drive even more of the funnel inside his wife's ravaged ass chute. "Look at the way you're moving that sexy little body now. I bet you've used a lot of different creams on that silky skin after a hard tennis match or a long day at the health club."

Lisa couldn't keep track of what her husband was telling her. Her young mind was too dazed with pain, and what little concentration she had left was fixed on reaching the fat, slimy head of Larry's cock with the wet, pink tip of her tongue. She was drooling for a taste of his cock now, spit running freely from her open, gasping mouth. With a final effort that brought pain tearing through her right shoulder, she lashed her tongue over his slimy red prick head.

"Oh, yes," Larry gasped, pausing for an instant and pushing the funnel inside her. "You are an athletic little cock-tease. Don't you love how those creams start to warm up after you rub them into your skin? How they make you all toasty and hot? Well, your little asshole's getting quite a workout today. And so I thought maybe it could use some cream of its own."

Suddenly the meaning of her husband's words reached Lisa's confused brain. She screamed in fear and plunged her mouth fully over his fat cock head. Her first taste of a man's prick was so sweaty and salty and meaty that she wanted to vomit, but the frantic hope remained inside her that if she could make her husband cum he would stop the killing torture he was performing on her helpless body. She slurped at the fat cock head until her spit ran in slippery rivers down the fat, pulsing prick stalk.

"That's it, you dirty little bitch!" Larry hissed, edging back toward her and pumping his hips at her waiting face. "You know how to use that filthy tongue, don't you? Squeeze my cock with your lips, Lisa. And suck on it."

Lisa went to work with a hunger that was born of fear, munching and sucking on her husband's cock as though it was the tastiest morsel she'd ever been offered. His fat cock stretched her lush lips wide, but she tightened them around the meaty cock stalk. Her cheeks hollowed with the suction she applied to the slimy cock head.

She swirled her tongue all over the raised flange behind his cock head, lathering the cock shaft with wet, lingering licks. She bobbed her head back and forth on the long cock, varying how much of the fat fuck-pole she took with every lunge.

Lisa's arms were numb from hanging down, but she fought to bring them back in front of her, and she tickled and petted Larry's balls with one hand while she jacked on the portion of his cock that wouldn't fit in her mouth with the other. It was clumsy work, with her hands numb and her wrists shackled, but she serviced him in a fever, determined to bring him more pleasure than he had ever felt before.

Larry leaned back away from his sexy young wife, taking a long look at her sleek, squirming body. He couldn't believe how far her ass cheeks had parted and her asshole expanded to accept the push of the funnel. She was spread father open than she would have been if he'd shoved his whole fist inside her ass. The welts from the whipping still burned vivid crimson lines across her silky skin. Larry loved the way her big, bouncy tits hung back toward her face, her hard pink nipples pointing almost straight down toward the floor.

Seeing her sexy, sassy face fitted on his big cock was the biggest turn on of all. From the first instant he met Lisa, he had dreamed of this sight. Now her luscious lips were stretched tight and wet around the fat staff of his cock. Her pretty cheeks were hollowed as she sucked him. Every time he pulled his cock back from the warm, wet embrace of her mouth, it was slicker with her spit and his fuck-lube.

Lisa tried to scream when her husband grabbed the back of her head and forced it forward. She tried to shake free when he fucked her warm, waiting mouth with a quick, brutal thrust of his prick. Inch after inch of thick, rock-hard prick filled her mouth. The inexperienced young blonde thought she was going to strangle to death.

She did choke, spluttering and coughing as the fat tube of Larry's prick clogged her tightly constricting throat.

At last, Larry pushed her face firmly into the musty thatch of his crotch hair. He wasn't satisfied until he had ground her face into his groin and bounced his cum heavy balls off her trembling chin.

"You bitch," he whispered, his face going red with excitement as he pulled his cock back and set up a rapid face-fucking rhythm. "You're not a cock-tease now, are you Lisa? No, you fucking prim bitch, you're getting into it now. And you're about to make me fucking cum!"

Lisa gasped around her husband's brutally plunging cock. He held her head in place with one hand and hung onto the edge of the funnel with the other. His stomach and balls hammered a steady beat into Lisa's face, and his cock fucked all the way down the tight, wet tunnel of her throat.

Her lush lips slithered wetly over the fat prick stalk as it pounded back and forth into her face, and she lathered the throbbing cock meat as it pushed through the wet crevice of her mouth.

Now, though, it was the pained, panicked constriction of her throat that Larry wanted. A slippery mix of his pre-cum and her spit filled Lisa's mouth, and as Larry stirred it violently with his cock, huge dollops slopped out over her pretty face.

"Bitch!" Larry screamed again, and he released Lisa's head and grabbed hold of the funnel with both hands. "I'm cumming, you tight-assed cunt!"

What her husband did to Lisa next was so awful that her mind refused to accept it. Bracing himself with the funnel, he pulled himself off the pound, and an instant later he wrapped his powerful, hairy thighs tight around Lisa's head.

The agony was awful, and it came at her from every direction at once. The funnel had already been plunged almost a foot inside her stretched ass. Now it slid in six inches more, all the way to the wide rim. The cuffs around her ankles bit so deeply into her that Lisa was sure they had went through to the bone. Every muscle in her back and legs seemed to snap at the same time, the pain so unbearable and unending that Lisa prayed for unconsciousness. Her head pounded from the death grip it was held in by Larry's thighs, and she couldn't breathe at all through the cock gag and flesh muffler he had forced on her.

A moment later, things got even worse. Larry started spurting his hot jism down her throat.

Lisa gagged on the burning, salty broth. The taste of hot jism was nothing like that of the cold cock cream she had sucked down earlier.

There was a fiery life in fresh cum that seared Lisa's throat. She choked on the jism until it shot up into her sinuses, and then she drooled dirty white cock snot from her mouth and nose at the same time.

"Suck on it, Lisa!" Larry shouted, hanging onto her like some huge vampire bat. "Suck on it, you worthless, good-for-nothing whore! Here, suck on a little of this shit, too!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Lisa managed to scream even around her throatful of cock and cum when Larry plunged his fist into the gooey Ben-Gay that filled the funnel.

"No! You're not doing this! This isn't happening!"

But Lisa couldn't deny the liquid fire that shot deep into her ass guts. The burning cream squirted so deep inside her that Lisa thought it might never came back out, and it set her tortured young body on fire. And then, impossibly, something even worse happened.

"Oh, pussycat," the woman's voice said from the doorway of the guest bedroom.

Lisa recognized the heavy European accent at once.

"Pretty little pussycat. The tom cat scratches you, no?"

Eyen through the agony that consumed her body, Lisa felt the cold touch of utter shame. She couldn't be degraded any more than this.