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Chapter 3
Jennifer Lyons went to her room and closed the door, wishing desperately
it had a lock. She never wanted to see anyone ever again, but she knew
she would have to settle for just the blessed hours of the night for
solitude. She'd never had a worse day in her life. She'd been exposed,
severely spanked, fondled, and molested by her stepfather and his
brutish sons. The humiliation of that alone was almost more than she
could stand. But what made it all infinitely worse was how she
responded. Her nipples got erect when the men touched them. Her pussy
got hot and wet, and her entire body turned into something worthy of the
worst kind of slutty whore. What kind of sick, perverted creature was
she?
She tried not to think about it and began to get ready for bed. She
kicked off her shoes, pulled off her tank top, and let her skirt drop to
the floor. With that she was completely naked, for she was forbidden
from wearing a bra or panties until Monday, two days away. Worse, she
was to wear a skirt until then as well, no pants allowed. She shuddered
in revulsion with the knowledge that all four of the males in the house
would take every opportunity to make sure she was obeying them. The
thought of them leering at her body as if it were something made to be
displayed made her stomach recoil.
The fourteen-year-old girl turned to look at herself in the mirror. She
knew that boys thought she was pretty. She saw the way they stared at
her at school, and she knew that they teased her because they liked her,
despite how annoying it was to her at times. Her breasts were a bit
larger than most of the other girls her age. She cupped them in her
hands and found them to be an almost perfect fit. Bright pink upturned
nipples with wide aureoles capped each firm breast.
Jennifer was proud of her breasts. She had privately been thrilled to
see how long the nipples were when stiff. She thought it made them seem
more like a woman's nipples. She was also proud of the size of her
breasts. Her mother's were very large and still firm, but not so large
to be gross, and Jennifer had always hoped her breasts would grow to be
the same size.
She looked down her body to her slim waist, then to her slightly flaring
hips, and new she had a good figure. Her mound was something of a
disappointment to her. Most of the girls in her class already had full,
bushy pubic areas. Her own, however, was only sparsely grown. The hair
was the same honey blonde color as that on her head, but there was so
little of it that it hid nothing. She thought it looked like a little
girl's pussy still.
Jennifer sighed heavily and went to pull on her pajamas. A part of her
now wished she were fat and ugly. Maybe then they would all leave her
alone. Her breasts, which she was so proud of, only made them excited,
especially without a bra and her nipples showed. And her almost hairless
pussy made her feel as exposed as possible when they looked at it.
The girl crawled into bed and turned out the light, shivering a little
and trying not to cry as she relived the day over and over.
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Maryjane Lyons-Davis smiled at her husband lying on the bed as she
pulled her blouse off slowly. Her body swayed provocatively as she
revealed her large breasts straining against the black lace bra she
wore. John Davis grinned and licked his lips while leering at his
beautiful new wife, so eager to please him.
The young mother unhooked the bra and let it fall away, proving that her
breasts were still naturally firm as they stood out proudly on her
chest, dark red firm nipples on each. She shook her shoulders and let
them jiggle on her chest. Maryjane knew he liked that, though it made
her feel a little slutty. But that was the real attraction to him,
wasn't it; she had to admit to herself. He makes me feel slutty, and I
like it.
She turned her back to him and began to pull down her slacks, bending
over at the waist and showing him her round ass, clad only in tiny tong
panties. She wagged her ass at him, then swayed in large circles before
slowly standing straight again and turning back to face him. She hooked
her thumbs under the waistband of panties and shimmied them gradually
down her legs. Her pussy was shaved completely, a lovely, puffy mound of
pleasure, with pink moist inner labia just starting to peek through the
outer lips.
The shaving had been a recent request of John's. Well, not a request
really, Maryjane reminded herself. He had done it himself two nights ago
when she had been tied down to the bed. She couldn't do anything to stop
him. But she already knew she liked it. It felt wonderful when he
caressed her bare flesh there...it was so much more erotic.
Now completely naked, Maryjane continued her erotic dance. She ran her
hands over her breasts, squeezing the globes together and pulling on the
red nipples. She let one hand slip down between her legs, and her
fingers opened her pussy lips as her face tinged a lovely shade of
scarlet. Touching herself there, exposing herself that way, was still
slightly embarrassing to the young woman, but she did it for her
husband, who enjoyed the sight of her touching herself.
John stood up from the bed and slowly advanced on the swaying woman. He
was a tall, powerful man, muscles rippling over his body from years of
hard farm work. He stood nearly a foot taller than her, which she also
found to be strangely exciting. She trusted him completely, but she also
knew that with his size and strength, he could do anything he wished
with her, and she found the threat oddly appealing. Jennifer, who still
a full six inches shorter than her mother, once commented that John and
the boys made her feel like a midget. Each of the three boys was even
taller and, Maryjane suspected, stronger than their father.
John took the woman's small hands in his giant paws and held them
firmly, drawing them behind her back, and bent low to kiss her roughly.
As his tongue entered her mouth, he pulled her tightly against him,
crushing her breasts against him. Maryjane moaned in passionate lust as
the kiss went on for several minutes.
"You danced good, slave," he growled at her when he finally broke away.
Maryjane blushed again. "Thank you Master," she replied in a timid
voice. They were playing his favorite game, where she was a harem slave
and he her owner and master. "How may I please you further?"
She felt both foolish and terribly excited when she played this game.
She had never suspected the submissive side of herself, but she loved
the thrill it gave her.
"By accepting your punishment quietly," John answered gruffly.
"Yes Master," said Maryjane as he forced her to the foot of the bed. Her
husband kicked her feet wide apart, then pulled ropes out from under the
bed and tied her ankles to the feet of the bed. With two longer ropes he
tied her wrists to the headboard, forcing her to bend over at the waist,
her ass a lovely, inviting target.
Maryjane felt the now-familiar thrill of disturbed excitement rush
through her. She'd never been tied in this position before. She wondered
what would happen, what it would be like. She shivered and moaned
instantly when John thrust his hand between her spread legs and firmly
rubbed at her pussy.
"OHH Master!" she cried! "That feels wonderful!"
"Yeah?" John growled at his wife. "How does this feel?"
The next moment Maryjane head a faint whistle, then a loud CRACK, and
searing pain suddenly burst forth in her vulnerable ass! "AAAAHHHHH!!"
she cried out in shock and pain. She twisted her head around and saw
John raising a doubled up belt, then brought it down across her bottom
once more!
CRACK!!
"EEEEAAAHHHH!!! Oh GOD John NOO!!!!" Maryjane twisted violently in her
bonds, but was hopelessly trapped. He whipped her again, grinning down
at the angry welts forming across her upturned ass. She howled in agony,
tears streaming from her eyes. Her head tossed violently, blonde hair
flying about as he belted her three more times.
Maryjane was sobbing shamelessly in her bondage, grateful their room was
one floor and the entire length of the house away from the kids' rooms.
They weren't likely to hear even these loud screams in this huge place,
and she didn't want her daughter to hear her mother shrieking like this.
Then she gasped as John shoved a finger inside her cunt, which was
practically dripping with the juice of lust. John laughed and wiped his
finger under nose.
"John...oh god John please...this is too much...you've gone too far! I
can't take this!"
But her husband only laughed again. "Can't take it, huh? Let's see if
you can take this!"
With that he shoved his hard cock brutally up the woman's open cunt,
sinking its entire eight-inch length into her helpless body in one easy
thrust. Maryjane gasped, then moaned, then cried out again as his hips
slapped hard against her ravaged ass cheeks. Her husband drew back and
shoved himself hard inside her again, once more slamming hard against
the welts that crisscrossed her butt.
Maryjane felt his cock fucking her, felt the hot fire burning her ass,
and was lost between agony and lust. She didn't know whether to cry in
pain or beg him to fuck harder. Her head was swimming; she tugged on the
ropes that bound her.
"Oh yeah you BITCH!" John grunted as he thrust into her on the last
word. "Gonna fuck you like the horny little cunt you are!! Ain't ya,
BITCH!"
Maryjane grunted loudly too as he shoved his cock deep into her hungry
pussy. "Yes! Ohhh YES! Fuck me like a slutty whore Master! OH GOD FUCK
ME!!"
John obliged his bound wife's plea vigorously, fucking her cunt as hard
as he could. Then he pulled completely out of her and shoved forward
once more, but this time his well-lubricated cock plunged effortlessly
into her tiny asshole!
Maryjane tossed back her head, her eyes wide and bulging. Her back was
arched and her mouth was open for long moments before a scream of
outrage and agony escaped her throat! "AHHHHHoooooowwwwwww!!" she
howled. Her ass had never been penetrated before, and John's cock,
nearly as wide as her wrist, made it seem as though she'd just been
reamed with a hot poker!
"GOD NO JOHN!!" the agonized mother cried out. She could feel it buried
deep inside her rectum, straining the wall and her sphincter. "PLEASE
STOP IT!! YOU'RE TEARING ME APART!"
John did indeed pull back, but only to thrust inside her once more, even
harder than before! "Shut up and take it, slave!" he grunted, trying to
hold her squirming ass steady with his hands. He plowed into her again,
slapping against her welted ass mercilessly.
Maryjane shook in her bonds from pain and fear. He had always been
rough, but she'd never been treated like this before! He was completely
ignoring her cries and pleading. She'd told him early in their
relationship that she didn't do anal sex, and he had assured her he
would always respect that. It was no longer a game...she was being
genuinely raped by her own husband, and there was nothing she could do
about it!
He leaned over her bent body and grasped a large breast in each hand,
using them as handles to yank her body back on his cock as he shoved
forward. Maryjane shut her eyes and sobbed as his fingers dug into the
soft flesh, yanking painfully at them. She'd never been more terrified
in her life. Her husband had lost all sense; he was totally out of
control.
She was grinding her teeth, grunting heavily with each agonizing thrust
of his massive cock. She could still feel the slipperiness of her pussy,
as well as the aching, animal need deep inside her. As the horrible ass
rape continued, the young woman was shocked to feel her pleasure growing
through the haze of pain that ripped through her again and again. She
found herself shoving back against him without the aid of him pulling on
her breasts. Her breathing was hard and ragged, and sweat was forming on
her forehead.
"Oh yeah!" John grunted, squeezing her breasts harshly again. "You love
this you little cunt! You pretend to be so prim and proper, bitch, but
deep down you want what every other cunt wants...a hard cock anywhere,
anyhow!"
He slammed into her again, harder than ever. Maryjane cried out, tossing
her head again, trying to ignore his words. Yet a part of her knew he
was right. The more he fucked her, the more she wanted to keep on
fucking her, even in the ass. With a wave of self-loathing she felt a
climax building inside her. It would only be moments....She thrust back
against him harder, needing the orgasm she sensed was near.
John was growling and grunting as his tempo increased, and his wife knew
him well enough by now to realize that he was close to cumming also. He
buried his hard prick deep into her bowels and she rolled her ass in
wide circles, groaning madly. He bit his lip, clamped down once more on
her large tits, and rammed into her so hard the bed was shoved against
the wall.
"OHHHH YEAHH!!!" he growled. "You're fuckin' ass is so goddamn tight!
I'm fuckin' cumming bitch! cumming deep in your dirty little ass,
whore!"
Maryjane squealed in pain, anger, and lust as her own orgasm exploded!
"FUCK!" she cried. "FUCK ME!! OHHHH SHIT!!!" The world spun around in
dizzying circles as lights seemed to explode in her dazed brain. She
felt his hot cum shooting into her, scalding yet delicious. Her body
trembled and bucked, and then finally sagged in her bonds as her husband
thrust once more into her and then collapsed over her back, gasping
heavily.
Slowly the exhausted couple caught their breath again. John's dwindling
cock slipped out of her ass, and with it Maryjane felt his cum sliding
down her inner thighs. She was speechless. She could find nothing to say
to him. He had violated her in a way that was beyond anything she could
have imagined, yet she knew it would be pointless to try to deny she had
enjoyed it. What in the world was happening to her? What was she
becoming?
She felt him releasing her bonds, and was grateful for it. Her joints
ached horribly. Her ass was burning from the whipping and the rape. She
just wanted to curl up in the soft bed and sleep for a week. When John
had completely released her, he picked her up easily in his powerful
arms and dropped her on the bed. Maryjane wanted to scold him for his
treatment of her, but she wanted more to close her eyes for a few
moments and just rest. She needed to sort things out...
She felt him pulling her arms over her head and opened her eyes. Before
she could react, he had handcuffed them to the headboard of the bed. She
looked at her husband with her blue eyes pleading. "No John...please no
more games tonight. Please, I'm so exhausted."
John just grunted and laid down beside her, shutting out the light. Not
even bothering to respond, he fell quickly to sleep, leaving his
confused, hurting wife bound to the bed, a thousand questions running
through her mind.
The question furthest from her mind, however, was what her daughter was
doing at this precise moment. Jennifer, lying alone in her dark room,
was quivering under the covers, for she'd just heard someone entering
her bedroom quietly, and softly closing the door behind them....
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