After The Vows

This is actually my very first story so don't judge me too harshly.  I am writing a novel (or two) and was told to practice drafting dialogue by writing some short stories- though I doubt she would appreciate the result of her suggestions...But first the obligatory legal disclaimers: Any similarity between names, characters and places in this story with any real characters or places is purely coincidental. The characters in this story are not real people, they are not modeled on real people.  They are not modeled on anyone that I know, and anyone who thinks that they are is far too sick to read this story. This story is written solely for entertainment purposes and cannot be used for any illegal or immoral purpose.

 

IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ A SICK STORY ABOUT RAPE AND TORTURE OR IF YOU THINK YOU MIGHT BE INFLUENCED TO DO SOMETHING BAD BY READING A SICK STORY ABOUT RAPE AND TORTURE, I URGE YOU TO GO IMMEDIATELY TO DISNEY.COM AND/OR SEEK PSYCHIATRIC HELP.  DO NOT READ FURTHER.  If you have trouble telling fantasy from reality or have no desire to explore the darkest depths of the human imagination then I urge you to STOP READING NOW!

 

          AFTER THE VOWS

 

I don't know exactly what made me snap.  Maybe it was the cute redhead I saw at the grocery store early that morning.  That evening, while I sat watching TV with my wife of 5 years I briefly thought of that redhead and started to get a little horny.   I reached over and put my hands on my wife's petite feet and started to rub them, digging into the soles with my fingers.  She rolled over and told me to start rubbing her shoulders.  Sandra is 5' 6" tall and weighs 145 pounds- although predictably she was only 110 before we said the vows.  She has jet black hair, very straight and cut short.  I always liked long hair in a woman but, again- perhaps predictably- she only had long hair until after she said the vows.  Actually, it was almost a month after the wedding when she cut her hair.  I remember how angry and disappointed I was and how, when I complained, we had our first fight.  Up to that time we were newlyweds, fucking up a storm every night.  That was the first time- but certainly not the last time- she locked me out of the bedroom.

            As the years dragged on my beautiful loving wife (besides putting on a few pounds every year) turned more and more shrewish.  We stopped having sex every night after just a few months and within a couple of years she was rationing it out to once or twice a week.  At the same time she was reducing the amount of satisfactory sex, she began making more and more demands.  Take out the trash.  Clean the house.  Buy me a new diamond.  Pay my credit card bill.  She became more and more shrewish and critical.              "I am sick and tired of you making such an asshole out of yourself when we go out.  Why can't you........  Fill in the blank.

            I began to be more and more of a house husband rather than a loving and passionate spouse and my resentment began to build until that day it finally overflowed.

            I was a Medical Supply Salesman who worked with physicians, dentists and veterinarians almost every day.  On THAT day I happened to have some special medical equipment and supplies that I was going to deliver to a doctor's office the next afternoon.  I also had some choice items from a horse farm that was on my schedule to deliver later that week.  Included in my little collection were an assortment of needles, syringes, a horse speculum, catheters, and a supply of ginger suppositories.

            I thought briefly about what I could do with them but a jerk from my loving wife brought me back to reality and I started to get more aggressive with the back rub.   When I attempted a reach around, Sandra jerked and grabbed my hand.

            "Can't you do anything without getting horny," she cried out in her shrew voice.

            "Come on babe, it's been almost a week," I defended myself.

She twisted around and sat up leaning towards my face.  I thought she was actually going to kiss me.  That would have been a welcome change, and could have saved her a lot of pain.  Instead, as was her usual habit, she twisted her face into a contemptuous look.

            "You got laid last Saturday.  That was just 5 days ago.  Why are you such a fucking liar?"  Sandra sneered at me and pulled away.  In a last desperate attempt to salvage the situation, I grabbed for my plump wife, attempting to put my arms around her.

            "I don't want to have sex," she whined, why do you always just want to have sex."

            Crudely perhaps, I reached out for her hand, pulling her to me and trying again to embrace the love of my fucking life.  She jumped up, pulling away from me violently.

            "Go away," she snapped.

            That was when I snapped.  "You are a god damn bitch and I am sick of this shit," I shouted.

            She didn't say a word.  She just kept eye contact, staring at me with those cold light blue eyes.  Then she stepped forwards with her open hand.  I couldn't believe that cunt was actually going to try and slap me on the face.  I of course blocked the pathetic blow and slipped it neatly into an arm bar, twisting her around.

            Sandra gasped in surprise.  She knew she was no physical match for me but had always brow beaten me with her words and attitude.  Well, not this time!

We are going to fuck honey and I am not taking no for an answer this time."  I told her gruffly while dragging her into the bedroom.  Sandra was kicking, screaming and fighting the entire way but she was no match for me.

"You Bastard."You'll never get away with this.  I'll call the police.  Stop, Stop."

            Holding her in a wrist lock, I dragged her into the bedroom.  We stopped once so I could pick up my little bag of tricks.  I leered as I threw her squirming, delicious little body down onto the bed.  The short coil of rope was all I needed to make her completely helpless.  One knot, two knots.  Her right arm was tied to the bedpost.  Exactly 7 seconds pass and her other hand is also tied. 

            She lay there, spread eagle looking up at me with hate in her eyes.

I took an ankle in each hand and lifted up her legs.  Then I pulled down her panties and started to gently lick the little pink slit between her legs.  My wife squirmed and kicked but she wasn't going anywhere.  I finger fucked her while swirling my tongue around her clit and she squirmed even more.  Once she tried to kick me with her free foot and I absorbed the blow on my back.  A hard pinch to the inner thigh was all it took to get her back in line.  That fucked up the orgasm I was trying to give her but I didn't want to wait any more.  She was plenty wet for what I wanted. 

            I pulled out my tongue which had been snaking up into her hole and again grabbed her ankles.  This time I threw them over the top of her head, spreading her out completely.  With no warning I penetrated her to the hilt, as deep as possible.  She screamed at the top of her lungs.  The bitch always complained about me going too deep inside of her.  We had more than one fight after she fucked up my fucking with her stupid complaints.

Oh stop, don't go so deep.  It hurts me," she would always complain.  Well this time was different.  I jammed in my cock as deep as it would go with no regard for my wife's feelings.  I was way past that by this time.  My wife turned into a fuck wife- a thrashing, screaming, squirming, warm, plaything as I pounded her deep and hard.  It probably took less than a minute before I squirted my jiz into her wet hole.

            I rolled over exhausted.  Breathing deeply.  After a few moments I heard my wife. "You didn't have to force me honey.  Why don't you untie me?"  Sandra looks very pretty when she wheedles. 

            "So now you are going to be good, is that it?" I teased.

            "I will be more than good if you untie me.  You didn't make me cum baby.   It was too deep and hard.  I want you to lie on your back and let me ride you."

            I smiled and flicked at my spent dick.  "This could use a little help.  Will you suck me if I untie you?"

            Sandra licked her lips and smiled.  "Mmmm, yes" she said.   However I noted that her eyes did not twinkle.  This confirmed my suspicion that bad things were about to happen.  Oh well, fuck it I thought as I cut the ropes attaching my wife's wrists to the bedposts.  You make your bed and you have to lie in it.  At least that's what my grandma used to say.

            I lay back, not moving.  She would be forced to approach me of her own free will to accomplish her intentions.  Sandra smiled and licked her lips again.  She only hesitated a half second or so before reaching for me with her mouth.  I put my hand on her face as her tongue found the little V under the head of my cock. 

            It was all over in less than 1.5 seconds.  As she bit down, I jammed my thumb into her cheek and forced her head backwards with the other hand.  I had to be careful about ripping my cock and had to move with her head as I forced it backwards.  She still had a strong grip on my cock with her teeth.  However the action of forcing her head back forced her mouth slightly open.  I was then confident enough to knock her senseless with a hard slap to the side of the face.  After that forehanded blow, it was then a simple matter to jam my other thumb into that side of her cheek and pull out my cock from her mouth.

            I examined the bleeding organ.  Not too bad at all.  Two small puncture wounds and very little blood.  Well, that at least was about to change. 

            I pulled the body of my senseless wife to her feet and threw her over my shoulder.  Then I carried her into the next room and threw her down onto the stout wooden chair that was there.  With a few more coils of ropes I quickly tied her hands behind the chair.  Then I tightly bound her ankles to the back of the chair.  She was then sitting, completely naked with her legs spread and her breasts jutting out from her chest.  Her pussy was still glistening with my love juice and her lips were slightly puffy.

            What a target, I thought.  This is going to be well worth the wait.  I grabbed my heavy leather weightlifting belt (44 inches long, 4 inches wide and almost  inch thick of hard leather) and wrapped the buckle end around my right wrist.  I waited patiently for my loving wife to regain her senses.  When she did, and as soon as she opened up her big fucking mouth to complain, I delivered the first diagonal blow full across her pussy.  The strap left a thick bruise running from the inside of her left thigh directly across her mound and ending on the right side of her stomach.

"Nooooooooo!!!  Oh god that hurts.  Owwwwww."

            Wack!  The next blow left another large diagonal bruise across her mound and ending on the left side of her stomach.

            "Ohhhhhh!!  Stop it!! Please stop."

            Splat.  The heavy belt tip landed directly on her swollen pussy lips with a wet sound.

"Ohhhhhhahhhhh!!!"  Was the almost unintelligible cry followed by a flood of tears.

I waited patiently for the next moment to strike.  I had learned from my internet research that a whipping is much more effective if the blows are spaced out and there is time for the victim to feel each blow.  It amused me to watch my wife squirming, tied to a chair and blubbering helplessly.  After a time her eyes cleared and she looked up at me pleadingly.

"Please don't hit my pussy again.  You can't know how much it hurts.  Please, I will do anything for you," cried my helpless wife.

Well that was more like it.  I thought for a second and then reached out and caressed my darlings face.

"OK Babe, I won't hit your pussy any more but you have to do better than that.

"What do you want me to do" she asked in a shaky voice.

"You know what I want."  I smiled and unhitched my pants to reveal my aching hard on. 

Sandra made a face and said: "OK I'll suck your cock, please don't hit me anymore."

Wack.   The fourth blow landed on her leg leaving a 4 inch bruise from her right inner thigh across the top of her leg.

"NOOO STOPPPP!  OWWWWWW!!!!"

Wack.  The fifth blow left another 4 inch bruise running the same direction but several inches closer to her pussy.

Then I stopped for a few seconds to watch the results of what I had done.  With each blow my wife would cry out or yelp.  After a few seconds, as the blood filled the welt, her face would contort in pain.  Then she would let out a long, low moan of pain and begin crying again even harder.

"The only way I am going to stop babe, is if you convince me that you WANT to suck my cock."

"OK, I'll suck you cock."

Wack, another bruise just under her right breast.

"I'm not convinced bitch."

Thud, this time I smacked her good right in the tit and full across the nipple.

"Please let me suck you cock.  Please.  Please. Please."

Now that was more like it!  At least we were making progress.  Time for the coup de gras.

I crouched down into a stronger stance so I could swing the belt harder.  Wack.  Wack.  Wack.  Three more blows struck my darling wife, two left heavy bruises on her right shoulder, the third landed just above her right hip.

"Oh stop.  I'll suck you.  Please stop...Owwwww!!!!"

"You didn't beg to swallow my cum Bitch."

WACCKKK!!!!

More than Fourteen welts covered the fresh white tapestry of Sandra's body before she actually started to beg for my cock.  The inflamed, red and blue skin turned crimson as she screamed uncontrollably.  I watched her for a few minutes and let her recover before delivering the hardest blow (despite my earlier promise) directly onto her pink swollen mound.

I felt bad about it.  After all, I had promised my wife that I wouldn't hit her pussy again.  It was some time before her guttural grunting and screaming stopped.  Finally she was able to yell out words rather than grunts of agony.

"Oh God!  Please let me suck your cock.  I'll swallow your cum.  I'll make you cum in my mouth.  Please let me.  Please God.  Please cum in my mouth."

I smiled.  If that is the kind of results I get when I break a promise to my wife you can be sure I am going to do more of that in the future!

  "Well why didn't you just say so babe?"  How could any man refuse such a wonderful offer?  Then, picking her and the chair completely off the ground and carried her into the bedroom, flipped her upside down and dropped the back of the chair onto the bed.  My wife's head was hanging over the bed, upside down. Her hands were pinned painfully under the chair beneath her.  Her pussy was inches from my face, swollen and wet.  With my left hand I eased my cock into her open mouth.  She gagged uncontrollably and started to choke and gurgle but, bound as she was could do little else.   

"This is going ALL the way down your throat bitch so I suggest you just relax and let it happen." With a hard shove I breached my little wife's choke barrier.  The feeling of her throat contracting around my cock was almost unbearable.  GOD DAMN did it feel good!!!!  After a few deep strokes I was going to cum so I pulled my cock out of her gasping mouth.  My wife immediately puked, blowing fluid all over the floor and her face. 

"Look at this disgusting shit.  You are a good for nothing slut!" I said in mock anger while wiping off my wife's face.  "You begged to make me cum now look at this.  Lets have some tongue action baby."

After I pulled out from her throat, my wife could finally breath for the first time in several minutes.  I was pleased to note that as soon as she recovered, she obeyed my command and started to work the head with her small pink tongue.  She even made her mouth tight and closed her lips around the aching organ.  She sucked me far, far better than she had ever done during our marriage.  Then, when I was about to cum again, I grabbed her hair and jammed my throbbing rod all the way down her throat again.  My jism squirted directly into her stomach while her throat spasmed around my cock.  Why didnt I think of this sooner!!!   The only time married women are truly passionate is when they are being RAPED.

After I had recovered from my second orgasm, I knew it was time for some fun.  OK bitch, that was pretty good, but you still have to be punished for biting me.

No please.  Look what you did to my pussy.  I have been punished.  I will be good from now on, I promise," Sandra said with tear stained eyes and a breaking voice.

"Your whipping was not your punishment my darling," I said.  "That was just so you would want to suck me off and you did a very good job.  Unfortunately you have not been punished for trying to bite me. "Sandra closed her eyes as tears of frustration escaped from the closed lids. 

"I think some punishment to your ovaries would be appropriate," I continued.  I cut the ropes binding my wife to the chair, and threw her to the foot of the bed.  (No sense staining the clean sheets with the blood dripping from her pussy) and tied her spread eagle. Her hands and arms were up over her head and completely out of the way.  Her feet were tied to the bedposts.  This spread out her legs, exposed her pussy and made a splendid target. 

I reached into my little bag of tricks and pulled out a vetinarians speculum used on horses.  The medical instrument was about to become a thing of fearsome torture.  This was going to be great!  It was about 6 inches long and 2 inches wide when unopened.  Opened, it expanded the orifice into which it was inserted to almost 5 inches.  Without any lubrication except my dripping and drying cum, I pushed the metal. instrument into my wifes swollen pussy.  She groaned and started to beg for mercy.  I had that in short supply today and quickly expanded the instrument as wide as it would go.  She started to scream in pain.  I could see where the metal. pushed out her stomach just above the front of her hips.  Perfect, I thought.

"Are you ready to begin your punishment my darling?"  I asked.

"Please take it out, I did what you wanted. Please take it out" Sandra managed to gasp out her leas in between her ragged breath filled with agony.

I placed my palms on Sandra's right hip and gently felt for the metal. pushing out her skin.  My left hand was on top of my right, much as if I were going to deliver CPR to a heart attack victim.  My victim was going to experience far more pain than a simple heart attack, however.  I began pressing down on the skin with my palm, compressing the right ovary between my hands and the unyielding metal. deep inside the body of my squirming wife.

Sandra's eyes bulged out and she started to scream in pain but that just tightened up her stomach and this instantly cut off her scream, almost as if a light switch had been turned off.  She shook her head no and screamed only with her eyes as I kept up the steady compression for several minutes.

A woman's ovaries, I had learned, are every bit as sensitive as the testicles of a man.  The only real difference is that a woman's ovaries are much more difficult to administer pain to directly.  I had that problem solved.  I could actually feel the ovary underneath my fingers when I pushed against the metal. inside my wife's body.  After a few slow compressions on the right ovary, I switched and gave the same treatment to the left side. 

I thought Sandra's eyes might bulge out of their sockets when I switched back to the right side and changed tactics.  For this round of torture I just used my pointer finger to locate the trapped ovary and squeezed it up against the internal metal. with low to moderate force.  Then I took the other hand and poked hard directly over the isolated ovary.  This time their was no steady compression (as I let go with my other hand after the poke) and the bitch was able to tighten up her stomach to scream.  There was several seconds of stunned silence while my wife's eyes rolled back in her head and her face contorted in agony.  Then she screamed and screamed and screamed.  She screamed so long I was worried that I had done permanent damage.  She screamed until I told her to shut the fuck up.  She was giving me a headache.

"OK bitch, now you know how it feels to get kicked in the balls," I taunted her when she finally shut up. 

            "t that was just ONE ovary, we men have TWO balls right next to each other. Therefore we have to do the same thing to your other side in order to get the real effect."

            "Oh God No!  Don't Please no.  Please stop, don't hurt me any more."  Sandra went on and on, begging incoherently until I performed the same procedure on her left ovary.  This time, after the savage poke I kept my other finger on the button (as it were) and, poked her again in the same spot.  I was hoping to feel her ovary swell under my fingers but I felt nothing.  Sandra didnt scream this time.  She passed out, gurgling and shivering in agony.

            I figured there was at least two more cums left in me and I really wanted to fuck that swollen pussy of mine.  But first I had something I wanted to do for a long time.

            "I am going to fuck that pussy of yours again my dear.  But I will wait until we can make it really special for you.  First I am going to fuck your ass."

            "No please.  I will get you off again.  Don't do my ass.  Please don't do my ass."  Sandra had never let me fuck her in the ass before but she was in no position to say no this time.

 I picked up my struggling wife and threw her face down on the bed (but not before laying down a towel- nothing worse than sleeping alone on bloody sheets).  I tied her hands and feet to the bedposts spreading her out and bending her over the bed.  Sandra's slightly plump ass was an almost perfect target. I thought long and hard about removing the speculum and decided to show some mercy after all.  Sandra groaned as I unscrewed the large metal. instrument and removed it from her stretched out pussy.  Then, mad at myself for showing her this mercy decided to spice up the experience a little bit.  After all, it was our first time!!

            I took a long heavy paddle with holes cut in it for the occasion and swished it through the air.  If you just use a solid thick board as a paddle, when it strikes the butt it is preceded by an air compression wave that (slightly) cushions the blow.  I had shown my wife enough consideration already and didn't want to cushion anything for the bitch at this point. 

Sandra cried out as the paddle smashed into her flanks leaving an angry read spot on both cheeks.  I always fantasized about paddling my wife and now I was getting my chance.  The second blow across her soft butt cheeks brought a fresh round of screams.  After five hard blows, my wifes butt was fiery red and covered with blisters.  The Seventh blow broke open one of the blisters and blood started to splatter.  I continued beating her across the bare butt with the unforgiving wood but, after a few more blows I smiled and dropped the paddle.  My hard on was raging.

I pulled back on the ropes a bit, adjusting and tightening them before slipping a thick roll under her hips Her ass stuck up in the air.  She screamed as I inserted my middle finger into her butt.  The channel was dry, and tight, with no signs of shit I smiled.  Sandra always was a clean freak.  That would save considerable time.

            "Well, it is a little tight.  But I think we can take care of that before we fuck that asshole of yours again.  I have waited a long time for you to give me your butt, haven't I dear?"

            Sandra struggled against the ropes but she was helpless.  The only movement allowed was a seductive squirming.  "Please, don't hurt me any more," she said.

I smiled as I grasped the aluminum foil wrapped object.  "This is a ginger suppository, bitch", I said, showing her the egglike object.. "I am going to stick it in your ass and when it melts, you will feel a sharp burning and itching sensation."

            "Please no."

            "You will struggle and push, and squirm, and scream, and put on a very erotic show, but you will not be able to get rid of it.  Do you know why, you are not going to be able to push out the suppository, slave?"

            When she did not answer, I grabbed the paddle and struck her hard across the ass with it leaving another dark red weal.

            "Oww, I dont know.  I dont know."

            "Guess!"  I struck her again in the same spot, even harder turning the red spot almost purple.

            "Owwww, because your dick will plug it up."  She put her head down, dark hair falling across the bed and broke into a series of sobs.

            As soon as my darling wife collapsed and realaxed slightly, I put the suppository against her exposed sphincter muscle and pressed as hard as I could.  The large object went into her butthole easily and I smiled.  I kept pushing until I had the knuckles of my first and second finger up her ass and was rewarded with her cry of pain and a long moan.

            "This type of suppository is used on show horses as a punishment and to make them keep their tails in the air.  It will take a few seconds to melt and when it does, you will feel an incredible amount of pain."

            I smiled broadly before continuing and stroked my hard on for a few seconds.

            "The pain will make you jerk and spasm as you try to get rid of the burning ginger.  You will clamp down and jerk around anything that is inserted in your asshole."

            My hard on was almost unbearable as I put on an ultra-thin condom and spread K-Y Jelly all over it.  No sense in ripping her apart AND burning her up at the same time.  I smiled while I watched my lover undulate her hips against the side of the bed.  Her breath quickened and came deeper and deeper.  Then she started to jerk at the ropes and cry and scream almost incoherently.

            "Oh Gaa.  It HURTS.  Owww.  Uhhh.  Make it stop. Take it out.  TAKE IT OUT!"

            "Well dear, it looks like you are almost ready for me.  This will only hurt for a second."

I smiled broadly and put my right hand over the small of her back to hold her in place while I pushed my dick into her hot, burning hole.  The feeling of insertion was almost to intense.  I could feel the heat of her insides- MUCH hotter than I ever imagined it would be.  I had fucked other girls in the ass before but my prim and proper wife never gave me her butt.  Well this was well worth the wait.  I had to time the spasms and was able to push in my cock a few inches with each one.  Each time I slid a few inches deeper into her body, her asshole would clench around my cock making movement almost impossible despite the lubrication I had used.  Finally I had the entire 8 inches up her butt and I just bent over her, my cock impaled up her rectum and held on for the ride of my life.

            Sandra flailed and screamed and jerked and clenched.  I could feel her pushing against my cock, hear her screaming.  I locked my left arm around her neck and grabbed onto her right tit with my hand.  I used my right hand on her hair, holding her head down.  She bucked and jerked but I was not going anywhere.  I was buried completely up her butt and could feel each contraction, each spasm.  I could feel the burning heat of the suppository on her delicate asshole even through the condom.  With a cry of pleasure, I came for a third time that night and collapsed onto my wife's back. 

            I hogtied my wife after deciding to let her sleep next to me.  After all, we were still married.  After my 3^rd cum of the night, I knew I needed some rest before the grand finale.  I had special plans and went to the bathroom to get everything ready.  I came back with a tall glass of water for my wife.  She drank it greedily, thirsty after all of the abuse she had gone through.  Little did she suspect  the pain her selfish greed would cause her later.  Then I gave my loving wife a deep, passionate tongue kiss and rolled over to go to sleep.

I probably slept for almost three hours before the bitch woke me up again.

            "Honey, I have to go to the bathroom," she said.  I smiled and took a deep breath.  Time to get creative, I thought.

            "Ok honey, it is time for some more fun," I said.

I took my wife and cut the rope that bound her feet to her hands before letting her stretch out on the bed.

            "I am going to let you go pee without you having to go to the bathroom."

"I don't understand," said my wife in a shaky voice.

            Without saying a word I smiled and showed her the small catheter tubing.  "This will let you relieve yourself from the bed."

            In an instant I was on her and tied her hands and feet to the bedposts again.  I took the catheter and began pushing it into my wife's urethra.  Some piss squirted out and I had to listen to her pathetic begging but, all in all, it worked out pretty good.  I held the tube in my hand and looked down at my blubbering wife, begging incoherently.

            "When I let go of the tube you will feel relief," I said.  I loved taunting Sandra. All those inappropriate times when she inconvenienced me because of her small bladder were finally coming home to roost! 

            "Please let it out, oh God.  Please let it out I can't take it."  She just begged over and over again until I slapped her on the cheek with a "shut the fuck up bitch."

            I had thought about doing this procedure for a long time now.  As a reward for actually shutting up I decided to let the piss out of my wife.  I lowered the tube into the measuring cup and Sandra breathed a sigh of relief. 

            I smiled.  Only 12 CCs of piss was in the measuring cup.  That was actually a pretty pathetic number given her insistent begging and crying.  It sure didnt take much physical pain to break my whore..  I carefully drew up 20 CCs of ice water into a syringe. 

      "Unfortunately the tube in your bladder can be used let the liquid out- or put back in even more."  Instantly I grabbed the syringe and attached it to the tube coming from between her legs.  Then I depressed the plunger and pushed the water slowly into Sandra's bladder.  She started to shudder and then started screaming again as I slowly depressed the plunger.

            "Oh God, Stop.  Please stop, it burnnnnss."  This went on for several minutes, followed by a flood of tears.

            When she was coherent again I smiled at my wife with a raging hard on and told her:      'When you get me off, I will let the water out of you."

            "Just fuck me.  Fuck me hard.  Give it to me please.  Oh God it hurts."

This was turning out to be better than I had hoped.  My wife, begging for sex!  Who would have thought this is all that it takes to get my wife to beg for sex. 

            "If you try to take out the catheter, I will kill you."  I grabbed Sandra's cheekbones with my right hand and looked in her eyes as I voiced this threat.  Then I cut her free.

            She went straight for my cock like never before.  Drooling all over the head, rubbing it with one of her hands while the other hand worked my balls.  The bitch was actually going to make me cum.  Feeling her tight stomach, turgid with water while she sucked my cock was very arousing.  When I stuck my finger in her pussy I couldn't believe it.  Must have been the combination of pussy abuse and water in her bladder.  Her pussy was wetter and tighter than I had ever seen it.   My cock became rock hard as my orgasm approached.  Sandra went absolutely wild but I realized her plan and pushed her away.

            "Oh no you don't.  I am going to fuck you."

            "Please let it out first.  Please.."  Smack!  That always shut her up right away.

            "OK bitch.  I will let you choose the position that is most comfortable.  I don't think you want me laying on your stomach while I pump away."

            Sandra rolled over ono her knees and faced away from me.  "Do me doggy style.  Please hurry."

            I took my slick pecker and rammed it all the way into my wife, grabbing her hips so I could thrust as deep as possible into her.  She squirmed.  The tight wetness was to much to bear.  I was going to cum but I wanted the last few strokes to be extra special so I quickly pulled out and rolled Sandra over.  I grabbed her legs and drove deep and hard into her pussy- this time from the front.  My pelvic bone slammed into her overfilled bladder and she cried out in agony.  Her pussy fluttered and squeezed so hard that it actually hurt my dick.  It also made me squirt my juice into her hole after just two deep strokes. I rolled off and took a few seconds to catch my breath.  Finally I reached over and opened the clamp, smiling down at my wife. 

I would let her sleep for the night, but there was much work to do the next day...and the next.  Sandra had a lot to answer for........

 

TO BE CONTINUED.....

 

 

 

 

.  Devon smiled and took a deep breath through his nose as he thought how much pleasure this beating was going to give him.  He was experienced in the disciplining of women and had carefully selected the cane for the perfect combination of flexibility and thickness.  He wanted to make sure the cane was thick enough so each blow would leave the appropriate mark on the girls body and that it was flexible enough so that the girl would feel the exquisite stinging pain as the end of the cane rapped around her soft body.  The girl twisted and squirmed deliciously in front of him and he thought, with a grim smile how she could have avoided this punishment had she been willing to move like that the night before.  The men standing about noticed as he gripped the cane more firmly and fell back in a semi-circle to give him room.  After he finished testing the device, Devon held the cane in his right hand and positioned himself with his hand just to the girls left.

Are you ready for you beating, slave, he taunted, knowing full well that a woman can never be prepared for the terrible pain that he intended to inflict.

Shiela struggled and twisted in the ropes but she was held fast.  Please dont beat me master, Ill be good.  I promise.

The men about smiled as Devon brought his arm back and then stepped foreward, swinging in a forehanded motion with the cane and striking across the upper back of the girl.  They watched intently as the cane swished through the air and then crashed into the bare back of the girl.  They stared intnently as a  bright red whelt appeared in a long line across her naked back, running from her left shoulder blade all the way to the side of her body on the right, several inches under her right arm.

Shiela gasped and then let out a long moan of pain.  Oh God, that hurts.  Please dont hit me any more.  She was breathing deeply, her face contorted in pain.

Several of the men watching the beating exchanged glances and laughed a quiet cold sound through their closed lips..  They knew the slight discomfort the girl felt from this first blow was like nothing compared to what awaited her.

Slave, that is not even a sensitive part of your body.  Tell me if this feels any different.. The man redoubled his grip on the cane, moved slightly to the right of the girl with his right foot forward and brought the stick back over his left shoulder.  Then, with feet planted firmly on the ground and knees bent, he twisted his body like a spring, as far to the left as possible.  When the man unwound, he delivered the second, backhanded, blow with sickening force and power into the lower back of the girl.  The blow left a dark red whelt in a line parrallel to the ground just about 3 inches above her buttocks.  The whelt was fully an inch thick and ran all the way across her back.  The girls side, just above the right hip even bore evidence of the sharp blow.  Fiery marks of red pain radiatedfrom the welt.

Shiela cried out in astonishment and all the breath seemed to go out of her body.  Then she let out a long groan of a pain and began to sob uncontrollably.  Oh, please stop.  It hurts, please stop, please stop, she cried with a broken voice.

If you want to sob like a little child at the very beginning of your beating then we will treat you like a baby.  Devon was not patient with the girl after her games of the previous night.

Do you know what happens to naughty children, slave?

When she hesitated, Devon grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her chin back, shaking her head.  Devon noticed that she still resisted him, even as she was being punished and determined that Shiela was going to be taught a lesson.  Answer me he said, jerking her head backwards.

The girl cried out.  They are punished, master.

He tried to time the blow of the cane for as soon as possible after she obeyed his orders to answer him.  A slave becomes terribly confused and it is much easier to break them when this technique is used.  Make her obey a command, then punish immediately.  Continue punishing the slave until she obeys the next command, then punish again, in a different way.  It creates a feeling of helplessness, confusion and frustration that has the slave yelping and crying out for mercy after only a short time.

The men watching the spectacle had fully expected Devon to strike at her buttocks next and were not dissapointed.  The soft, rounded globes of flesh made an almost irresistable target and they grinned as a bright red whelt appeared across the girls butt, and listened to her yelp of pain.  Then another red whelt appeared, slightly lower as Devon struck her again.

Shiela had jerked after the first blow across her upper back.  The pain was worse than anything she had ever felt but she was completely unprepared for the next blow at the level of her kidneys.  The pain blocked out everything else in a terrible haze and she felt herself screaming but there was no sound.  Then another wave of pain washed over her as the stinging welt turned blood red and swelled up radiating waves of pain from both directions of the mark so her entire body seemed to fill up with agony.  Shiela could not stand it.  Then she heard Devons voice, commanding, taunting her, as he pulled her hair so hard she thought her head would explode.   She felt Devon pulling her hair until she answered, and then he struck 2 more blows at one of the most sensitive parts of her body.   Shiela groaned, suprised at the intensity of the stinging pain as the shock of  the 3rd and 4th lashes washed over her body.

What would you do for me to stop, slave, Devon asked.  The men around grinned, recognizing the technique. Slow down the punishment, make the slave wait and you will break her.  I will do anything master, please stop, please stop, please stop.  She was allowed to repeat her plea, over and over again for almost a minute as the full impact of her pain was allowed to wash over her body and take over her mind.

Finally he cut off her cries with another hard blow, this one at the side of her left hip and she screamed in misery.  The girl struggled, pulling at the ropes that held her up.  The men watching were intensely enjoying  the squiriming of the slave and more than one determined that they were going to pay the slave a visit after she had recovered from her beating.  They would have the slave and punish her, less severely, in their own way.

Devon noticed that the girl was still standing and was not slumped in the ropes like he wanted her so he aimed at the back of her thighs for the next blow.  Shiela screamed in misery as the cane slashed at the back of her upper legs.  She heard the swish, and then the sharp wack of the wood striking her body and all the strength seemed to go out of her.  She staggered, held up only by the ropes for just a moment and then regained her balance.  Then the 7th blow struck again at her legs and she fell forward.   The slave was only  held up by the ropes tying her hands to the ring above

Tell me you love me, slave.

Oh God, please stop master.  I love y...  Her protestation was cut off by a terrible scream as Devon struck again at the girls lower back..  Shiela pulled at the ropes and screamed over and over again in frustration and pain.

Devon determined to make the next few blows as painful and humiliating as possible.  He twisted again in his backhand ready position and and delivered 4 sharp blows at the butt of the girl.  Devon had taken great care to direct the blows so they were as long as possible and ran horizontally across the girls body without intersecting.  Shielas entire body was covered with bright red stripes from the top of her back to her upper legs.   Her butt in particular was covered with 6 bright stripes.  In fact, there was nowhere else to place a stripe on her butt without intersecting the other stripes so Devon studied the girl very closely.  He let her cry and sob repeatedly in misery for almost a minute.  Often during this time she jerked her body or cried out in pain even though she was not being beaten.  When Devon directed the 13th blow at the girl, he left another stinging red stripe on her upper back.

Shiela was incoherent, alone in her private world of pain.  She raged at the men about watching with amusement.  Dimly she could hear there laughing voices and cruel comments, making fun of her as she suffered, hanging with the full weight of her body on the ropes, her legs useless, aching, in agony.  Every time she moved her body it hurt, and every time she twisted in the ropes the men laughed, amused at her helpless struggles.  Sheilas back seemed to be on fire, raw, sensitized.  She could not take the pain

The next blow caught her butt and the pain was even worse than she could believe.  The men about noticed with great interest that this stripe was different than all the rest.  The most recent stripe on the girls butt had been well placed on the upper third of her behind and it intersected one of the other stripes making a bright red X on the left cheek.  A drop of blood formed at the intersection of the 2 lines and began to run down the leg of the girl.  That did not stop Devon, however and he struck another sharp blow, this time at the left side of the girls body.  Shiela cried out and blew all of the air out of her body as she lost consciousness.  She did not even feel the next hard blow against her back, or the next one after that.

Finally, as his victim hung before him, not reacting to the blows, Devon was satisfied and stopped hitting the girl.  He smiled at the men standing around him, confident that Shiela would not, in the future, be difficult or impertinent and that she would exhibit the appropriate amount of passion for her future masters.  Devon accepted the congratulations of the men and, leaving Shiela hanging by the woodshed,