Jason Bonds - Chained trained wife

"C'mon, get a move-on," Chuck urged, swatting her bare ass.

Suddenly, Victoria lurched to one side and made a mad dash for the high fence. At the same time, she started screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Help! Anybody! Help me!" she shrieked as she made a flying leap, clutching desperately at the rough tile along the top of the wall. "Rape! Rape!"

But, before she could get her numb arm muscles to pull her weight upward, the three men were on her like a pack of wild dogs hitting her, jerking at her arms, puffing her hair and clamping big hands over her mouth. She tumbled to the pass, rolling into a naked ball in a futile attempt to protect herself as they slapped her face and kicked her in the ribs and stomped her hands and tore at her hair.

Victoria Halstead fully expected to die right then and there, beaten to death in her lovely back yard while the neighbors watched television in their homes, so nearby. Visions of the horror that was coming flashed through her fevered mind visions of the neighbors finding her naked and bloody body the next day, too late. Cum would still be running out of her raw cunt, and her beautiful green eyes would be staring, unseeing, at the scorching sun above. Her mouth would probably be open, her tongue hanging out. Dear God, she thought, losing all hope. What a wretched, inglorious end for an innocent girl from Ireland. How had things ever come to this? How?

She only hoped she wouldn't suffer too much more before they killed her and put her out of her misery.

The cruel blows kept raining down on Victoria's defenseless body, and she wondered how much a woman could take before loss of consciousness would mercifully blot out the pain and the horror.

"She's about to faint," Scott said.

"Yeah, ease off, guys," Chuck said.

Victoria was dazed, but not unconscious. No such luck.

"Let's dip the bitch and wake her up," Raul suggested.

The violence had stopped, and Victoria was only vaguely aware of being dragged across the concrete toward the pool, the rough surface scratching her delicate skin.

Then, when she hit the water, there was a rude awakening. She sputtered and gurgled as she was completely immersed for a moment, getting water into her windpipe. Then she surfaced, coughing and wheezing for air. She hardly caught her breath before she was dunked again. Her arms and legs flailed as she struggled to reach the surface, to get air into her lungs again.

It was at that moment that Victoria realized her arms and legs were free but there was horrendous pain in her scalp.

Somebody was holding her by the hair of her head, dipping her in the pool as if she were a cat being dipped for fleas.

After the third dunking, she was able to see that it was Raul who had hold of her hair, and he was furious. His strange blue eyes seemed to glow like cobalt in his dark face, and the muscles of his brawny body bulged as he pulled her upward. This time, he lifted her high enough so that her tits were out of the water, and the stress on her scalp became even worse. She knew it was only her buoyancy in the water that kept her own weight from scalping her.

"You're the most hard-headed bitch I ever met." Raul snarled, keeping her painfully elevated by gripping a handful of her long hair. "You're gonna pay for this shit, woman… no more Mister Nice Guy."

If Victoria hadn't been hurting all over and about to strangle to death on water in her windpipe, she would have laughed out loud. These men were stark raving mad!

Chuck helped Raul drag the poor girl from the pool, then they just dumped her on the cement patio like a sack of potatoes.

The three punks stood around and looked at the naked blonde, crumpled there like a drowned rat. She was coughing and spitting up chlorine flavored water. And every time she coughed, there was a sharp pain in her side she was afraid they must have broken some ribs.

"Well," Scott said dryly, "at least, that got the bitch clean again. She was a hell of a mess."

"I don't give a fuck whether she's clean or not," Raul said angrily.

Then there was the sudden sound of chains rattling again. Victoria looked up just in time to see the big Mexican flailing a long length of heavy chain through the air like a bullwhip and that glistening metallic snake was coming directly at her! She gasped, panic gripping her heart as she reacted by rolling to one side. The chain continued to fly through the air, crashing and clattering around Victoria as she struggled to her feet.

"None of you are quite right in the head," she muttered as she hurried across the patio toward the house. "I still can't imagine how Andy ever got mixed up with scum like you."

Her husband! God! The true ugliness of what had happened hit her again. Andrew had done this to her given her to these beasts for some sick kind of sex therapy or something. It just wasn't fair. She couldn't help being frigid. It had never been a conscious choice on her part. It was just the way she was. How could Andrew have done this to her? Did he really hate her that much?

Tears flooded Victoria's eyes again. The pain of being so heartlessly betrayed by the man she loved was far worse for her than the physical suffering she was being forced to endure.

Raul drove Victoria toward the house as if she were some worthless animal, whipping the concrete at her heels with that horrid chain and kicking her in the ass whenever she faltered. At each impact of the chain on the cement, she jumped like a cowboy amid a hail of bullets at his feet.

Scott slid the patio door open as Victoria reached it, and a cool blast of air from within the house hit her naked body, making her shiver as she stepped inside. She folded her arms to her tits, hugging herself and trembling.

Raul's big hand in the middle of her back sent her lurching forward. She stumbled across the den, with him shoving her impatiently from behind.

"Show me your bedroom, bitch!" Raul snarled, kicking her in the ass again. "I'm gonna fuck your Goddamned right on the bed where you and Andy sleep together."

"Yeah!" Chuck laughed. "That's about all they ever do in there – sleep."

"Well," Raul said, "that bed's gonna see some action tonight."

Chuck and Scott wandered off to explore the rest of the big house while Victoria led the chain wielding Mexican down a long hallway. Raul walked behind the naked blonde, his immense hard-on bobbing lewdly as he watched the sexy bouncing of her pale ass cheeks.

Kaleidoscopic images flitted through Victoria's mind as she led Raul into the master bedroom, fleeting memories of the countless nights when Andy had begged in vain for a little attention. Nights when she had rejected him, accused him of being a sex maniac, a pervert. She knew now too late that there had been one too many of those frustrating nights for Andy. He must have gone over the edge. Nothing but insanity could account for him turning her over to these filthy barbarians like this. It was inhuman!

"On the bed, cunt," Raul demanded rudely, shoving her again.

Victoria stumbled toward the bed, falling onto it face down. Knowing the big man was after her ass, she quickly turned over and faced him, scooting backward on the satin bedspread as she covered her pussy with one hand and made a futile attempt to hide her bare tits with the other.

"Please," she whimpered. "Don't hurt me anymore."

"That's up to you, Vicky," he said. "We can do this nice, or we can do it rough… it's your choice."

The guy's baritone voice seemed so ominous to Victoria that she almost cringed every time he spoke to her. She cowered on the bed, feeling utterly naked and vulnerable as she stared up at him in frightened silence.

Raul was a huge man. From Victoria's vantage point on the bed, he seemed to tower up toward the ceiling like a giant, a great brown colossus with strange blue eyes that seemed to glow.