Jason Bonds - Chained trained wife

"I think I had an orgasm a moment ago." Victoria ventured, not sure herself but wanting them to stop trying.

"Don't bull shit me, lady," Scott said hatefully, still kneeling between her knees and looking at her cunt now as if it were the enemy. "When I give a chick an orgasm, everybody knows she's havin' it. If you felt anything, it was just maybe a little pre-orgasmic buzz. But you sure as hell didn't get off."

So that was what that was, she thought, watching the frustrated youth stroking his prick near her gaping cunt. Just a little pre-orgasmic buzz. Well, that sounded appropriate for the mild sensation she had experienced. Maybe the kid knew what he was talking about. He certainly knew more about sex than she did.

Scott was beating his meat faster now, his cold blue eyes scanning Victoria's naked body.

"You look so fuckin' sexy in chains," he whispered, jacking off with one hand and feeling her bound tits with the other. "I get hot when I see a chick in chains. I think I'm gonna fuck you now."

"You may as well," Victoria said, faking a yawn. "Just hurry up and get it over with."

Fire flashed in Scott's eyes and his hand whizzed through the air to slap her. His open palm hit her face so hard there was a loud report that echoed off the high walls surrounding the yard.

Victoria was momentarily stunned by the hard slap, which sent her head jerking to one side and caused the chains beneath her to rattle.

"Don't you get smart with me, you uppity bitch," the boy warned. "I'll slap your Goddamned face clean off! You hear?"

"Yes," she whispered, her cheek stinging. She realized now what she knew she should have considered earlier that it wasn't wise to tease a macho stud in heat. Men, she saw now, didn't take insults to their masculinity lightly.

"Hit her again!" Raul called out, jacking faster on his perpetual hard-on. "C'mon, Scotty! Hit her again!"

"Shut up, asshole," Scott muttered.

Victoria shuddered, reminded once again of that barbaric Mexican a few feet away – Raul, and his prick of death. She had that to deal with yet. And she had no doubt he was going to be the worst one of the bunch. He had very nearly slit her throat earlier on the patio, and now he was about to shoot his wad over seeing her get slapped. He was nuts!

Scott moved into position above Victoria, rudely supporting his weight by flattening his palms over her tits.

"I'm gonna fuck you now, lady," he said hoarsely. "And I'm gonna get you off with my cock. You know what I mean? This is gonna be the big one… you're gonna see stars and you're gonna beg for more." He grinned cutely, looking for a moment like the innocent college boy she had first thought he might be. "We're gonna make it, Vicky, you and me."

"I'll try," she said, not wanting him to slap her anymore.

"And no fakin' it, either," he warned her. "I can tell the difference."

Victoria wondered if that was true, if he really could tell. She had faked orgasms with her husband, and he never seemed to suspect. But then, Andrew had never seen her have a real orgasm, either since she had never had one in her life.

Just as Scott was nudging his cock head against Victoria's cunt gash, there were noises from an adjacent back yard. Some of the neighbors had come outside for something. Victoria raised her head suddenly, opening her mouth to cry out for help.

But, as her mouth flew open, Scott's clenched fist flew up, poised just above her face. His lips curled and he bared his teeth like an animal about to attack.

The shrill cry Victoria had intended came out almost silent a mere hissing sound as she exhaled the air she had just sucked in. Her's and Scott's gazes were locked for a moment, and his trembling fist remained poised, ready to pulverize her face if she so much as squeaked.

Chuck ran to the high wall and jumped up, hanging onto the top edge while he peered over into the other yard for a few seconds. Then he dropped back down and rejoined Raul.

"They're just takin' the garbage out," Chuck whispered. "They'll go back inside in a minute."

Raul jumped up and grabbed his jeans, taking the knife from the holster on the pants. Stepping quickly out onto the diving board, he deftly got around Scott and stooped down, holding the glinting blade to Victoria's delicate throat.

"One peep out of you, bitch," he whispered, "and that pretty blue pool under you runs red with your blood."

Victoria was horrified. Raul had started the diving board jiggling when he joined them, and it was still undulating with the weight of three people. The board's movements made it difficult for Raul to hold the knife steady, and she feared he might accidentally cut her throat.

"I'll be quiet," she breathed. "I promise."

All of them remained still, and it was so quiet Victoria could hear the gentle sloshing of the water in the pool, even though Chuck had finished his swim a good while before.

Victoria gulped nervously, that small movement of her throat causing the razor-like edge of the blade to feel as if it might slice into the creamy skin it was touching. The jiggling of the diving board had subsided now, though, and Raul controlled the subtle pressure of the blade against her throat with an uncanny precision that obviously resulted from experience. Chuck sat pensively at the edge of the pool, listening like a cat waiting for mice.

They heard the rattling of trash containers in the alley, some dogs barking in the distance, and then the familiar sound of a sliding glass patio door being closed. Then there was silence again. Chuck got up and trotted over to the wall.

He lifted himself up, peered over, then dropped back to the grass and returned to the pool.

"All clear," he said as he sat down again, dangling his legs in the water.

Raul drew the menacing knife away from Victoria's throat. "That was a good girl," he said. "Now you're using your head."

Victoria wasn't so sure about that. Help had been so close. She raised her head to look around as Raul left the diving board. At least one good thing had been accomplished by the interruption all three guys' cocks had wilted and hung limp and useless now. That pleased Victoria immensely.

Scott, who was still kneeling between Victoria's legs, grinned and began playing with his soft cock while he probed her gaping cunt gash with his other hand. His prick began to revive quickly.

"I sure am glad I didn't have to punch you out, lady," he said, sounding sincere. "I never like to hit a woman… unless I've got time to cum while I'm doin' it."

When Scott had his prick hard again, he quickly mounted Victoria and started fucking her frantically.

Her pink-tipped tit mounds wobbled between the gleaming chains that cross-crossed her chest as the blond youth pounded her sore pussy mercilessly with his cock. He was taking long fast fuck-strokes this time plunging his prick in balls-deep and withdrawing till the flared ridge of his cock head parted her pussy lips before fucking in hard again. Victoria grunted each time the boy's cock bottomed out in her raw cunt.

"I'm gonna make you cum this time, you cold bitch," Scott snarled, banging his groin against hers violently. "You can relax and let it happen naturally or I'll pound an orgasm out of you. Have it your own way."

"I'll never orgasm for a silly kid like you," she said. "You're wasting your time and mine."

Chuck and Raul laughed loudly, which incensed Scott. An expression of grim determination clouded his handsome face as he increased the tempo of his fucking. He was pounding her pussy so fast now that the springy diving board couldn't respond that rapidly. The board went into a herky-jerky kind of motion and Victoria's chains clattered noisily as Scott's naked ass pumped so fast it almost became a blur.